Jimin paced the room. He found himself casting a glance at the open window time and again as he waited for his boyfriend's arrival. It wasn't an unknown fact that Jimin despised his boyfriend's job, for no other reason than being worried for his safety.

Jungkook often sported bruises and wounds after a fight and it was what Jimin despised most of his boyfriend's career. Yet he would never stop the younger from playing the hero because he knew it was what Jungkook wanted, what Jungkook loved.

Who was he to suppress his boyfriend's desires?

Instead, Jimin supported Jungkook's choice, respected his decisions, respected his secrets when it came to his identity and refused to give any information to the press or anyone else, took care of his boyfriend after a fight and patched him up.

That's how Jimin found himself, pacing the room, waiting for his boyfriend's arrival after the younger had left in the middle of their dinner date to fight a villain creating chaos.

Jimin was seriously starting to question the timing of these villains. Somehow the only rational time they found was whenever Jimin planned a date with Jungkook.

Motherfuckers.

A thud alerted Jimin and he whirled around to see Jungkook jump in through the open window. But one look at him had Jimin frowning.

Something wasn't right.

He noted the way Jungkook's body slumped against the wall, the way his soft pants echoed in the room, and the way his chest heaved.

"Jungkookie?" He called softly and was surprised when the younger all but fell into his arms, hands clutching onto his shirt.

To be continued . . .