"Here you go." The librarian greeted Kara with a smile as she handed her the phone.

She turned to Jimin and Namjoon, trying to hold a group discussion. "Ahem." Kara cleared her throat.

"Yo drink some water girl." Jimin scoffed while signing up with another club penguin account.

"Would you get off the computer and pay give me some damn attention! I mean we're in the middle of no where for shits sake, and all you could do is play games?"

"Shit, that username's taken." Jimin mumbled, before noticing Kara's glare. "Okay okay! Jesus!"

Kara rolled her eyes. "What's the plan guys? Should we call a taxi to take us to the train station and head back to Paris?"

"Sure—"

"Hey Jimin, can we talk for a second?" Namjoon nudged his head to side. "Be right back." He gave Kara a smile, and dragged Jimin with him.

"What the hell was that for?" Jimin rubbed his sore arm, waiting for an explanation.

"Sure??" Namjoon mimicked Jimin's voice. "How could you agree to going back to Paris? Don't you understand that this little journey has to end. We have to get home. I have family to see. You have a millionaire lifestyle to get to. We can't stay here in Paris forever.."

"I kn-I know.." Jimin sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "What the hell am I supposed to do? There's no way I'm leaving Kara here, so that she's back to what? Living in the streets again?"

"You do what you have to do Jimin." Namjoon laid his arm on his shoulder. "Make the right decision."

"Which is?" Jimin looked up at him with concerned eyes.

"That's not my call to make." Namjoon gave him a suppressed smile, before leaving Jimin alone with his thoughts.

Jimin loudly groaned, before looking up to see a librarian awkwardly staring at him.

"Have you ever been in love?" Jimin tilted his head, and she slowly shook her head.

"Good!" He grabbed both her shoulders. "A sex doll should work just fine! I had bought one from eBay a couple years ago. Samantha was truly beautiful." He sighed, before walking away.

The woman blinked a couple times, watching as he left. Jimin bit his lip as he approached Kara, who was waiting patiently for the two boys. He sat back down in his chair, gaining her attention.

"Are you two done talking about how to ditch me without hurting my feelings?"

"Yeah w—wait no, what the fuck Kara?" Jimin's eyes widened. "How could you even say that?"

"Uhh.. was it not obvious with the whole secret conversation?" Kara crossed her arms. "Like how dumb do you think I am? Your level?"

"There you go again, insulting me for no fucking reason. Keep it up and your sugar daddy won't be giving you sugar no more." He raised his brows.

"Cut to the chase then." Kara threw her arms out, startling him. "I'm not gonna cry if you tell me the truth. What? I'm holding you back from leaving?"

"The fuck you mean you won't cry?" Jimin furrowed his brows. "You better be bawling if I left your ass. I like to be appreciated okay? It's not just a girl thing you know..." He crossed his arms. "My hearts made out of marshmallows—

"Why do you keep changing the subject?!" Kara groaned, while laughing a I'm ready to jump of a cliff  kind of laugh.

"Damn, I thought we were expressing our emotions right now." He scratched his head.

"I need you to be honest with me Jimin." She lifted his chin with her hand, and noticed him hiding his gloominess. That's what he was best at, disguising his feelings by changing subjects. "Talk to me."

"I don't know where to start." He quietly mumbled, avoiding her gaze. "To be fucking honest with you, I feel like punching this computer screen so fucking badly."

Kara's eyes widened as she was taken aback by his calm behavior, but violent words. "Your call. Punch the computer screen and you pay for it. But then again, you're a millionaire— OH MY GOD JIMIN!" She covered her mouth as he pulled back his bloody hand. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"I didn't feel a thing." He casually looked down at his stained hand. "I should do it again—"

"NO!" Kara grabbed him by his shoulders, pulling him away from the computer area. She dragged him towards the front desk, and the librarians eyes grew when she saw his injury.

"W-What happened?"

"She ran out of tampons—" Jimin moved back when Kara harshly nudged his ribs.

"He's joking." She gave the woman a nervous laugh, but she wasn't laughing back. "Seriously. He threw his fist at a computer screen."

"Now which one do you believe ma'am?" Jimin raised his brow, making Kara's jaw drop.

"Jimin, what the hell is wrong with you?" Kara's face grew red as she stared at him. He looked down at her and grinned.

"Could I have a bandaid?" He casually asked.

"Of course!" She quickly reached into a drawer and handed him a couple.

"Here you go baby, you got a little scratch right there." He licked his lips, trying to concentrate on placing the bandaid on her perfectly fine hand.

"One second." Kara gave the lady a fake smile, before dragging Jimin to the side. "What games are you playing Park Jimin? Is it because I said I wouldn't cry if you left me? Do you want me to cry? Is that what you're trying to do?" She crossed her arms.

"I have no limits baby." Jimin shrugged his shoulders.

Kara groaned as she rolled her eyes. "Fine! I would cry if you left me. Is that what you want to hear?!"

"Okay Kara." He stepped closer to her, pushing his tongue against his cheek . "Your mine tonight, and when I'm done with you, it won't be your eyes that are wet."

Kara gulped as he walked away.

"Hey guys I just called us a taxi, are you ready to go?" Namjoon came back from the lounge area for what felt like thirty minutes. "I missed something didn't I?" He asked after noticing Kara's very stiff posture. "What's Jimin doing?" He asked, looking for him.

"Me." Kara whispered with worried eyes.

"Hm?" Namjoon innocently looked over at her.

"I said, I don't know." She quickly brushed it off, returning to her normal state. "He's probably out, waiting for us."

"Okay, let's go wait outside." He handed the phone to the librarian. "Thanks so much. Oh, and by the way, one of the computers looks kind of busted. I just thought you should know. See you, thanks!"

Kara gave the librarian a nervous laugh, before rushing outside with Namjoon. They both headed towards the bench, where Jimin sat. Namjoon sat down beside Jimin who had spread his thighs apart to take up two seats.

"Uh, there's one other person you know?" Namjoon raised his brow a Jimin.

Jimin glanced up at Kara with a subtle grin and patted his lap.

He smirked when she gulped, not knowing how to react to his gesture. Namjoon chuckled, not having a clue as to what was happened. "So you two will have sex, but you won't sit in his lap." He innocently joked.

"Yeah Kara?" Jimin tilted his head, giving her an amused smile. "Why are you so shy?"

Kara's soft eyes turned into an angry glare as she stepped over to him. Jimin looked up at her as he waited for her to do something.

Kara extended her hand out, when Jimin quickly grabbed it. "Okay, let's not hit the crotch area. The face is a better alternative." He whispered.

"I wasn't gonna hit you." Kara whispered close to his lips, eager to kiss him right there. Jimin bit down on his lip, looking her up and down. He grabbed a hold of her thighs, roughly pulling her onto his lap.

"What the fuck is happening." Namjoon stood up from the bench.

Jimin lifted his bloody hand, shooing Namjoon away.

"Every time..." He sighed. "And in public too? You must have been serious about that kink.." Namjoon muttered while finding another bench to sit on. He rolled his eyes when he heard a moan, and grabbed his headphones from his pocket.

"You're s-so fucking hot." Kara tried to catch her breath as she grabbed his face with her hands. He let his hand trail down her waist, when a voice startled both of them.

"Um h-hello."

Kara's eyes widened as she pulled back from Jimin's lips, jumping off of his lap. He slowly glared over to side, raising his brow at the young girl. "What."

"Jimin—" Kara scoffed, before turning to the young girl. "Hey honey, you okay?"

"Yes." She smiled. "I live near here and I usually take my bike up here to read some books, but I left my money at home and i was wondering if I could have a couple dollars please." The girl politely asked.

"Sure darling." Kara gave her a friendly smile, before turning around. "Jimin, give her ten dollars."

"Get it yourself." He scoffed.

Kara narrowed her eyes as she aggressively reached into his front pocket.

"Woah woah woah, easy!" Jimin shoved her hand away, getting it instead. He opened his wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill. "Here." He held it out.

"Thank you so much." She smiled at them both, before rushing into the library.

*I changed the chapter to fit the story more, since there are only like 6 more chapters left. I hope you all are enjoying this book :( *

"The taxi's here!" Namjoon yelled as he removed his fancy AirPods from his ears.

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"Great." Jimin sighed. "I wonder how this car ride's gonna go."

"It's gonna go well as long as you don't kick our driver in the back of his head!" Namjoon angrily hissed. "Can we seriously have one last peaceful drive before leaving Europe."

Kara's lips formed a slight pout as the thought of them leaving came back to her memory. She slid over towards the window seat, resting her head against the window. Jimin sat in the beside her, while Namjoon took the honor of sitting in the passenger seat.

The three of them were exhausted and began to fall into a light sleep. Kara's arms held Jimin tightly as his legs were wrapped around her as well. Yes, he was indeed the little spoon.

The car ride was a lengthy one, but they finally arrived at the train station, ready to go back to Paris.

"Welcome to Paris." The driver said with a smile, but got a bunch of snoring it return.

"G-Guys, we're here." Namjoon yawned as he sat up straight. He looked over his shoulder, lowering his brows at the sight he saw. "Who would've guessed."

Kara let go of Jimin as she tried to get his legs off her. She gasped when Jimin suddenly smacked her hand. "Don't move." He mumbled onto her arm.

"Jimin we have to leave. This guy isn't gonna wait until you've had your sufficient amount of nap time.."

"KARAAAA." He whined.

"Can we not do this here." Namjoon scrunched his nose with embarrassment as he stepped outside of the car. "Thank you so much." He handed the guy a tip.

The man drove away, leaving the three musketeers at the train station. Kara and Namjoon giggled as they looked over at Jimin's fluffy bed hair. "What's funny?" He squinted his eyes from the harsh sun.

Literally Jimin:

"Nothing." Kara shrugged her shoulders. "You're just cute. That's all."

"Damn it Kara, don't call me cute." He crossed his arms. "Is it because I let you hold me this time? If it is, you'll forever lose that privilege."

Kara rolled her eyes with a smile as she pulled him by his hand. "We're gonna miss the train, and it's gonna be your fault."

"wE'rE gOnnA miSs tHe tRaiN, aNd— OW GOD DAMN IT KARA." He held his stomach. "Did my lesson on how to not be a bitch even work on you?"

"So don't mock me then!" Kara argued back. "And I don't even sound like that! Like if you're gonna try to imitate me, get my damn voice right!"

"Oh righttt, you sound like a man." Jimin smirked as her face heated up.

"Oh no." Namjoon slowly lowered his head.

"And you sound like you haven't even hit puberty yet!" Kara shouted.

"Girl you sound like you hit puberty a couple too many times." Jimin quickly ducked, missing the water bottle by a couple inches.

"Pick that up you damn litter bug." He scoffed.

Kara grabbed the water bottle off the ground, hardly hitting his head with it on the way back. Namjoon snorted as he heard the sound it made.

"Let's just all be friends, okay?" He tried to calm the couple down.

"LeT'S jUst aLL bE fR—"

"BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO. YOU'LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH I'LL TELL U DAT."

Jimin: