MERCENARY 2: The Huntdown |BTS JIMIN FF|

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Now that I know about Gyumin, I need to tell Jimin. Although, as Yoongi said, he most likely knows. He doesn't trust him whatsoever. Either way, I can't tell him in the house. But I do have somewhere to take him anyway. This Friday couldn't come slower.

I woke up to find him gone from the bed. Rude.

I washed up and scrambled downstairs, locating him at the table, playing with the knife as he talked to Taehyung about something.

It's never going to be non-attractive the way he mindlessly handles such a sharp blade, but he makes it seem like he's playing with a plush toy. No fear or hesitation. No worry that he'll cut himself. Not even a thought about the fact that he's doing it at all. Second nature. I swear I fall in love with him more with each flip of the knife.

Unfortunately, my daydream got slightly squashed at the sight of Gyumin. He was sitting at the table with them all, mumbling with his mouth full to Jin, who was scolding him for that exact thing.

Oh, well. Acting it is.

'Morning, boys.' I greet them as I make my way to the table

'Morning, assassin bride.' Jin smiles

'Hello, beautiful.' Jimin beamed at me, pulling me on his lap instead of letting me sit down on the chair next to him

I've given up on it, so I hugged him around the waist lightly, leaning on him. 'You left me in bed. Rude.'

'I'm sorry.' He kisses my hair, leaning his cheek on my head. 'I couldn't sleep, so I went and played with knives a bit.'

'Without me?' I pull away and squint at him. 'Double rude.'

He just chuckled at me, brushing away the hair from my face.
'How could I ever make up for it?'

Right in my trap. Thank you.

'I thought you'd never ask.' I bite my lip not to laugh, sliding my hands behind his neck. 'I'm taking you out. And you can't say no.'

'You're taking me out?' He raises an eyebrow, but he's smirking in amusement

'At least we know who wears the pants in this marriage.' Jungkook whispers to Hoseok, who was already half dying

'Mhm. Mhm.' I nod proudly at Jimin, ignoring the rest of them

'Where to, may I ask?'

'Wouldn't you like to know.' I tease. 'Come, come.' I got up, pulling him along

'Oh, now?' He chuckles, following my lead

'Rain, please get him back home by 7. And no funny business!' Namjoon decided to join on the trolling, tapping his watch on the wrist

'Yes, Sir! I'll take good care of him!' I bow, joining the guys in the laughter

'You all need collective help.' Jimin muttered, but I pushed him up the stairs so he didn't complain long

'Seriously, where are we going?' Jimin asks once we're in the room

'It's a surprise.' I giggle fakely, tapping my ear to let him know that I can't say. I can't be sure that there are no bugs in the room.

He squinted lightly but nodded in understanding.

'Then I'm driving. But I need your help.' He grins

'You mean-'

'Absolutely.' He wiggled his eyebrows

We took about 15 minutes to get dressed and ready and came downstairs. I locked my eyes in on the target, rubbing my hands in an evil manner for a second before I went on with my plan.