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Jimin and Kara woke up like Kings and Queens that morning. The blinding sun beamed through all the glass windows, leaving the room with a bright and cheerful atmosphere. Kara tried turning to her side and lowered her brows when something was in her way. She lazily glanced over her shoulder and softly chuckled when she saw Jimin clinging to her arm.

"Good morning Mister and Misses—" The servant's lips parted as he furrowed his brows.

"Gosh!" Kara quickly pulled the covers over her body, and quickly grabbed her shirt. "Don't you people know it's common curtesy to knock?"

"My apologies miss." The man averted his eyes away until she finished changed. "Your friend Mister Kim let me inside."

"Of course he did." Kara blew a strand of hair out of her face.

"Miss, if I could just ask..." The servant gulped as he looked over at Jimin. "I-I see you two have made up from your argument last night."

Kara's eyes slightly widened as all the memories came back to her mind. It took her briefly three second to come up with a decent plan. "Oh my goodness! Get out of me bed you creep!" Kara shoved him off the bed, and covered her mouth as she heard a loud groan.

"Sorry." She whispered to the confused boy as she leaned off the bed. "How could you sneak into my bed without me knowing!"

"W-Wha?" He ruffled his already messed up hair, and scrunched his nose. "I thought you weren't into that roleplay shit?"

Kara's pupils grew as she nervously laughed at the confused servant. "Excuse us for one second." She smiled, before leaning down to grab his shoulders.

"Listen to me Jimin." She roughly shook him as he began to yawn. "We don't like each other anymore. Please tell me you remember last night. Our plan?"

"Yeah..." Jimin rolled his eyes and lifted himself off the floor. "Just give me a damn warning before you throw me to the fucking ground. What are you? A sumo wrestler?"

"Just get dressed." Kara got out of bed, and walked towards her wardrobe.

"Dressed for what?" Jimin yawned again, stretching his arms out.

"We're leaving." She looked over her shoulder to make sure he was listening. Jimin furrowed his brows and stood beside her.

"And why are we leaving, exactly?" He licked his lips after speaking.

"They're not gonna buy this whole meltdown show we put on last night." She said while packing her bags. "I'm sure they'll find out sooner or later."

Jimin watched Kara as she threw her things into a small duffel bag. He placed his right hand onto her waist and was quickly met with her glistening eyes.

"Where do you wanna go?" He whispered, rather delicately while gently pulling her hair back. Kara wanted to answer, but her focus was only on his touch. She closed her eyes once his lips met her neck. His kisses as gentle as a feather.

"Anywhere." She turned her head to the side when he moved away.

Jimin sighed as he stared out the window. "I don't think anywhere is a good enough answer for us."

"Well it doesn't have to be my decision only. Your input is just as important, right?" Kara left where she previously stood and made her way towards Jimin.

"That's of course unless I'm the one thing holding you back." She gulped, making Jimin immediately turn around.

"What?" He narrowed his eyes, and shook his head with disbelief. "Kara, why would you think t—"

"I don't know." She bit her bottom lip, and held her clenched fist up to her mouth. "Just forget I said it."

"Oh. I should just forget?" He chuckled, but wasn't anywhere close to being amused. "Kara, what am I doing to make you feel like you're some burden? A statement that bold has to mean something, right?"

"Well it doesn't." Kara crossed her arms. "I told you to forget about it, so why can't you?"

"You tell me Kara." Jimin stepped closer to her. "If I were the one who said those words to you right now, what would you say in return? Would you just let it go, like nothing that comes out of my mouth means a damn thing? Or would you worry."

"I would—worry." Kara let out a deep breath of air and looked back at Jimin.

"Why do you think you're holding me back?" He rested his elbows on his knees. "And holding me back from what exactly?"

"Leaving." Kara quickly responded, surprising Jimin in process. "I'm holding you back from leaving."

"Well you're not wrong." Jimin bluntly said, making Kara lower her brows. "What? Did you expect me to say that you're making me wanna leave? There's no way in hell I'm going anywhere without you. And I thought I made that pretty clear a couple days ago. The money that we have covers me and you both... and Namjoon just so he doesn't feel left out."

Kara tilted her head with confusion.

"Okay forget the Namjoon part. I'm in this for life bitch. It's me and you." Jimin licked his lips.

"Only Park Jimin can call me a bitch and make it sound so romantic." Kara looked at him with awe and they both leaned forward.

"Hey hey, saliva to yourselves!" Namjoon yelled as he interrupted the sweet moment. "We've got a lot of things to talk about." He pulled a chair beside him.

"Not a problem." Jimin roughly patted him on the back. "Me and Kara are open for suggestions. You wanna live in Hawaii or Iceland?"

"What?" Namjoon squinted his eyes. "We're not going anywhere! Especially not with you two!" He pointed with embarrassment. "I mean, do you not recall the humiliation you cast upon all of us last night? I know your dream was to be an actor, but this isn't some broadway show!" He yelled at the younger one.

"You know what Namjoon! You're just jealous!"

"Jealous of what exactly?!" Namjoon spat.

"Jealous of—" Jimin paused to think. "My fame!"

"What fame?" Namjoon chuckled. "The Queen mistaken you for a SERVANT."

"Oh yeah? W-Well that's because I'm SERVING LOOKS BRO."

"You're pathetic!"

"Tell me something I don't know!" Jimin shouted, before scrunching his face. "Wait—no, that's not what I meant."

"Of course it's not." Namjoon rolled his eyes. "That's because you never think before you speak!"

"That's it!" Jimin clenched his fists as he charged at the taller male. Namjoon casually stepped to the side, letting Jimin crash into whatever was behind him.

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"I'm so sorry you had to leave so soon." One of the servants apologized. "Also for your injuries sir." He looked over at Jimin who glared back.

"Perfect!" There is your transportation!" The man grinned widely as he pointed to the black car. "We were honored to have you stay with us!"

"What is this, a hotel?" Jimin scoffed as he limped towards the car.

Kara and Namjoon got in behind him, shutting the door as the car drove off. Everyone was silent, even the driver. Jimin stared out his window, Kara was playing with a string in her lap, and Namjoon went into a light sleep.

"Where is your destination?" The driver asked.

"The pits of hell." Jimin muttered, earning a glare from Kara.

"To the train station please." She replied instead, before glancing at him. "Jimin." She nudged his shoulder. "Jimin answer me. Would you just say something!"

Jimin turned his head to Kara and narrowed his eyes. "Something."

"Congratulations." Namjoon said while his eyes were still closed. "You passed the second grade."

The car ride was silent, when Jimin suddenly came toppling over Kara. Her eyes widened as he reached for Namjoon's head. "You little bastard!" He yelled, and Namjoon used the back of his hand to slap him away. Jimin jolted back, roughly slamming into Kara.

"Jimin!" She shouted in pain. "I have boobs, remember?!"

"Oh, sorry." He lifted himself off her and continued to have a cat fight with Namjoon.

"Ughdh get off of me!" Jimin screamed as he was now in a headlock.

"Who's the weakling now?" Namjoon yelled.

Jimin tried to escape the stronger ones grasp, and began kicking around. Kara quickly moved the side when he knee almost came in contact with her face.

"Hey, what's going on back there?" The driver lowered his brows.

Namjoon finally let go, making Jimin go crashing into the drivers seat. "Fuck." Jimin groaned as he was completely flipped over.

"Hey, move your damn legs kid! I can't see!" The driver started to panic.

Jimin tried to wriggle himself out of the crammed space, when his leg roughly smacked the driver's head. "Please tell me that was the head rest!" He yelled!

"Oh my God! He's unconscious!" Kara screamed, making the rest scream.

To be continued bitch