Jimin stares at Yoongi and snorts. "What?" Yoongi asks.

"Oh nothing. Just, you know, you're welcome. For saving your ass." Jimin looks at Yoongi's pants and smirks. "Actually, it looks like that thing still needs some saving."

"Excuse me?"

"I like his ass, Mr. Park," Y/n says.

"It's not as big as mine."

"You know what else he has that isn't as big as yours?" Y/n asks.

"Hm?"

"His ego."

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult," Jimin says with a teasing smile.

They're driving right now, unsure of where to go. For now, they're trying to get to a different country. Problem is they have no idea how to do that. They don't exactly know anyone who can slip them in and give them new lives. Without access to their resources, not even phones since their devices are all almost dead, they're alone. Alone and being hunted more and more by the second. They have to stall until they get word from Jungkook about his mission. Another reason why they're not using phones: they need at least one working one to make sure Jungkook can contact them. God, Jimin hates Jungkook's guts.

Meanwhile, Jimin's shoved in the backseat, right in the middle. Right between Jin and Yoongi. Jin's oddly quiet, Y/n is driving, and Hoseok's in the passenger seat. They didn't think it'd be wise to sit the ex-best friends together. Namjoon, on the other hand, is in the trunk. Poor guy got shot and as soon as he gets the injury dressed he gets shoved in the tiny trunk with their extra gear. He volunteered though, something about how he deserved it for causing this mess. It was mostly Jungkook's fault for exposing him, but part of Jimin thinks it would have been exposed at some point in the future anyway. Oh well. It's not like they'll ever know.

"So... see any good movies recently?" Jimin asks.

"Shut up," Yoongi mumbles, looking out the window.

"Ouch. I'm hurt. What did I ever do to you, grandpa?"

Y/n stifles her laugh while Yoongi whips around to glare at him. "What did you just call me?"

"Grandpa. You sure as hell act like one. 'Ahhh I'm Yoongi, I want to sleep and look out the window like I'm the protagonist in some cheesy anime about fighting evil and wishing for world peace'. That's the kind of person you strike me as."

"Okay, sorry, don't mean to butt in here, but Yoongi sure as hell wouldn't wish for world peace," Y/n says.

"That's my girl," Yoongi replies, making Jimin secretly mad, but he doesn't let that show. If he can't have Y/n, he can at least annoy the hell out of her boyfriend. Compromise. "Are we there yet?" Yoongi asks Y/n, who shrugs.

"Yoons, I don't even know where the fuck we're going."

"Shit," he grumbles before turning to Jimin. "Okay, follow up question: does your right hand come with an off button? Or even better - a muzzle?"

"Oh come on sweets, don't you think my voice is seductive?" Jimin asks, batting his eyelashes.

"If you call me sweets again I'll bite your ears off," Yoongi blankly replies. 

"Damn grandpa, I'm getting chills." Jimin shivers, the man giving him a glare that could kill.

"Can we stop bickering like twelve year old's and discuss a plan maybe?" Y/n asks. "I don't have money and we need gas eventually. Anyone know how to hack ATMs?"

Jimin turns to Yoongi, who looks back with a disgusted look. "You expect me to know that?" Yoongi asks.

"Aren't you a mafia leader?"

"Aren't you supposed to be quiet and calm? Isn't that what right hands are known for?"

"I'm not the average right hand gramps," Jimin says while coming closer to his face.

Yoongi keeps an emotionless exterior. "Obviously. I'd say you're below average."

"Wha- Hey!" Jimin pouts, then an idea pops in his head. "Well, at least I'm not below average in other areas..."

"Is this true, Y/n?" Yoongi asks.

"I... um... yeah."

Jimin smirks. "See? I'm naturally gifted."

"I hate you," Yoongi says.

"Love you too, sweets."

"Alright I'm coming for your ears."

"Boys!" Y/n interrupts. "Plan please! I need money!"

Yoongi looks at Jimin with a scowl, ignoring Y/n's words. "We're on the run from the most dangerous men in the world, but you don't seem a bit concerned."

"Well, if I was miserable about everything bad in life, I'd end up like you, Mr. Min. Might as well make jokes and laugh, that way I don't get frown lines." He points to Yoongi's face. "Speaking of which, I think you have some coming in-"

"I will hit you."

"Enough!" The two look at Y/n with innocent eyes. "Jimin, for once in your life shut up, and Yoongi, ignore him please."

"I was trying to, but he somehow got even more obnoxious."

Y/n sighs. "Sorry. Jimin, can you be quiet for a few moments?"

"Probably, but it might kill me," Jimin says, snorting.

Yoongi instantly beams, clapping his hands together. "Even better!"

"Why does he only ever get excited when it comes to hurting me?" Jimin asks.

"You're insanely obnoxious and the thought of seeing you get hurt brings me so much joy."

"Mafia leaders," Y/n grumbles. "Are they all this childish?"

"You're not," Jin points out.

"Thanks Jin, I needed a reminder. Now can we focus?"

"No," Jimin says.

"Yes," Yoongi says at the same time.

They share a look, Y/n groaning. "Shut up!" Yoongi and Jimin finally stop talking while Y/n looks at how much gas they have left. "Any ideas on how the hell we're going to get money?"

"So let me get this straight. You have a whole ass duffle bag, more guns and ammo than we can count, passports, and much more... but you didn't think to bring money?" Yoongi asks.

"Listen Yoons, saving you was the only thing on my mind. Blame Jimin, he was the primary packer," Y/n replies.

Jimin scoffs. "I don't have access to our bank, sweetheart."

"Don't call her that," Yoongi says.

"Or else what? You'll kill me? Nibble on my ankles? What?"

Y/n sighs. "I miss Namjoon. And you know what? Maybe we did bring money. Jimin check."

"Jin check, it's on your side."

Jin grabs the duffle bag that's shoved on the ground, rifling through it. "Well, Jimin's wallet is in here," Jin says.

"I have lots of money on my card. Perks of money laundering. I own like fifteen nail salons and five car washes. To the average person I'm just a business man," Jimin says.

"Jimin," Yoongi dryly states.

"Hm?"

"All of us launder money. You're not special. I own eight restaurants and ten gyms."

"Oh," Jimin mumbles while Yoongi gives him a blank look.

"I'm so done with you two. I have a plan!" Y/n says.

"A plan? I'm all ears," Yoongi says. Yeah, cause he's totally unbiased.

"There's a lot of smaller mafias around here. Yoongi do you know where?"

"I know where one of them is. Nacht is the name I think. German for night."

She hums. "Okay, can you lead us there?"

"What are we doing?" Jimin asks.

"How do you feel about breaking in and stealing all their supplies? Money, maps, more ammo... everything."

"Don't we have enough ammo?" Yoongi asks.

"There's six of us now, we brought enough to keep three going for a while. Add another three and suddenly we're running out. We could use another car too, so poor Joon doesn't have to ride in the trunk. I can't imagine it's easy to breathe back there."

Yoongi sighs, so does Jimin. She's right. This might be a difficult mission, but it's a necessary one. "Okay. I'm in. Who goes in and who guards the car?" Jimin asks.

"Jimin, for all our safety, I think it's best if you stay with the car," Y/n says.

"I think I just fell in love with you," Yoongi says, gushing over her.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Jimin says, but when the entire car goes silent, he pouts. "Fine. I'll stay with the car," he mumbles.

"Good. Everyone else will stay on me. Clear?"

"Clear," Yoongi eagerly replies.

"Alright. Yoongi, tell me the directions." 

Jimin zones out, instead looking between Yoongi and Y/n. It hasn't really hit yet that he lost her. But now, looking between them, he realizes there's nothing he can ever do. Yoongi's looking at her with more passion than even Jimin did. Not to mention Y/n's listening so closely that Jimin's sure if he started talking now, she wouldn't even hear him. Not on purpose - just because she's so focused on Yoongi. Jimin frowns and lets a sigh pass his lips. He'll always love her. but as long as she's happy, he can try to be happy too.

He has to try.