Mr Idol and Mrs Mafia

Chapter#24

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Author Pov:

Jimin was sleeping. He knew he was sleeping and yet he could sense a gaze. A stare. He could feel someone's eyes on him. Staring him deeply. Those eyes, deep eyes were staring him. 

The exposed skin of his neck could feel the caresses as the person's eyes moved on him.

Last thing he knew, he was sleeping, sleeping peacefully, comfortably, tugged in his fluffy blanket. But then suddenly he became aware of his surroundings. He couldn't even remember the dream he was seeing or was he even dreaming or not. He didn't know.

He didn't know about anything but presence -someone's presence. Someone was there close, so so close to him and staring him with the eyes he didn't know anything about.

He inhaled and exhaled.

Breathing softly. Pretending to be asleep. Keeping his body relaxed. Doing nothing suspicious.

And waited, waited for the person to do something. If someone was really there, then there must be a purpose behind their presence here, right?

So he waited.

Patiently.

Heart in his throat.

A bead of sweat rolling down the side of his neck.

But that person didn't move. Didn't do anything.

Jimin's heart raced with each passing second. Oh God, he didn't know what to do. He didn't have any weapon in his defence. He couldn't even fight.

If the person was there to kill him?

Or hurt him? Or kidnap him? He couldn't even shout for help because the last thing he wanted was that person to slit his throat open and kill his members too. No he can't risk their lives like this.

He was not even sure that someone was really there or his mind was playing dirty tricks with him.

Jimin's mind was clouded with these thoughts yet he didn't dare to move even his single muscle. He laid there peaceful as ever like he wasn't having a mental break down.

He was this close to lose his mind when.

"It's me."

Those two words entered his ears, brain processing and found the voice too familiar. He knew this voice. He knew the calm and comfort he gets from this voice. The voice he had come to love so much.

Then realization hit him and had him to snap his neck to his left. Only to see a silhouette of someone because of darkness in the room. He could only guessed that someone was there sitting on edge of the bed. But he knew the person. And that made him a little calm.

He reached for the lamp and turned on the lights. Finally he could see her. 

Jimin sat up and rested his back against the pillow. He took deep breaths in attempt to calm his racing heart. Oh God he thought he was going to die, not by the hands of that person but by his own stupid overthinking and abnormal heartbeats.

"Sorry. Didn't wanted to scare you." A quite, very quite voice stopped him from diving in his thoughts again.

He looked up and took in her appearance. She was wearing a navy colour turtle neck with a pair of black pants. A leather jacket on her shoulders. Her hair tied in a messy bun, some strands of hair falling on her face. A cut on her cheek and another one right above her eyebrow. The dried blood on the side of her slightly bruised lips.

The knuckles of her hands bruised, skin slightly cracked and painted with blood. And a gun in her hand. Wai- A FREAKING GUN? 

Jimin's eyes flew up and met with hers. A question clearly visible in his eyes 'Why was she there in this condition and why she had a gun in her hand?'