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Jimin carried two towels in his hand as he walked out of a clothing store. He tossed one of them at Kara's chest, drying his hair with the other one.
"I told you to tie your shoe, but I guess you didn't hear me." Namjoon shrugged his shoulders while the younger one glared at him.
Jimin's hand locked around the girl's wrist as she was about to turn away, pulling her to his body.
"You're not off the hook, you little thief." He spat as she looked at him with pleading eyes. "That won't work with me, now tell me why you fucking stole my wallet." Jimin shouted as his hand was tightly secured around her arm, not letting her move.
"Don't you fucking speak?" Jimin hissed. "Or do you want me to translate that for you?"
Kara sighed, before giving him her other hand.
Jimin lowered his brows as he looked up at her. "I don't underst—
"Turn me into the police." She harshly ordered.
Jimin glanced down at her wrists, quickly moving his hand as he noticed the purplish marks he left.
"Isn't the part where you're supposed to get down on your knees and blo— I mean beg me?" Jimin raised his brow.
"I can't be trusted." Kara mumbled while her head hung low. "Please just turn me in and put me in a jail cell. I don't have a home to go to, and I don't have any money to buy food. At least I can have both of those in prison."
Jimin gulped as he looked over at Namjoon. "Give us two seconds to talk."
Kara nodded as Jimin turned to Namjoon. "What the hell should we do?" She heard them whisper.
"I mean, how could we leave a girl all alone in the streets of Paris." Namjoon rubbed his neck. "It's way too dangerous."
"How about we just bring her along and we'll see what happens?" Jimin suggested, as a smirk grew onto her lips.
"We've made our decision—" Jimin turned back around while Kara pretended to seem clueless.
"You're coming with us to the auction." He slowly explained to her. "But if you try one more of your little stunts, you're going to the police station."
"Understood?"
"Oui." She nodded
"Yeah—" Jimin smirked as he stepped closer. "and no more French."
