Jimin rubs your back soothingly as you look down, just fiddling with your fingers. It's quiet between the two of you, mostly since Jimin isn't sure what to say while you grieve. Yoongi was a great man, you wish you realized it sooner. Why were you so late to see the beauty that is Mr. Min?

His operation is starting up again, a new man is in charge. You don't know his name yet but you'll find out soon enough. It's only a matter of time until you and Jimin are on the run from not one, not two, but three dangerous mafias. How in the hell did your world turn into this?

"Do we know why Mr. Jung wants you dead?" Jimin asks, you shrugging. 

"I'm guessing he's just doing it out of fear of Mr. Jeon. Mr. Jung's mafia was never the strongest in the area, maybe by merging he thought he could get more power. That's my best guess." You let out a snort. "Or maybe I murdered the one he loved too."

Jimin shushes you. "It was just a job, princess. You can't blame yourself for something that happens all the time in this world." 

You shake your head. "You want to know what's even worse?" He raises a brow. "I don't blame him. Despite it all, him killing Yoongi, almost killing you... I can't bring myself to hate him. I just... can't. Shouldn't I? Shouldn't I want to hate him?"

"He's a man in pain, if someone killed you I... I would've done the same," Jimin softly says. 

"I was about to say the same to you," you whisper, keeping your eyes on the ground. It's quiet for another few moments while you think about everything that's happened. There's been good and bad. You and Jimin made up, but now you could be on the run forever. He's worth it, that's for sure, but you can't outrun all those people. They're too dangerous.

"Mr. Kim still has my back, I've done him way too many favors for him to let us go," Jimin says. He knows that Mr. Kim approached you the other day, but it's not something either of you want to bring up right now. 

"We'll need his help if we're going to survive," you sadly say.

"Hey, come on, we can do this. Where's my sassy, smartass Y/n?" he asks in a light tone, trying to cheer you up. 

You dryly laugh. "She died with Yoongi." He pecks your cheek, guiding you to lie down on your bed. When you do, he hovers over you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"Listen to me, we're going to be okay. We survived an encounter with Mr. Jeon and Mr. Jung. Mr. Kim has our backs, okay? Last time we went to them. Now they have to come to us. They're on our turf now, baby girl." 

You give him a confused glance. "Is that supposed to be a good thing?"

Jimin chuckles. "You think I haven't been busy today while you've been grieving?" You furrow your brows as he rolls off of you. "You've been locked in here all day. So while you were, I bought a few things." He opens the door, motioning for you to follow. You do, entwining your hand with his just in time to see three furry things at the bottom of the stairs.

"Um... what?" 

"German Shepherds," Jimin says, bringing you down the stairs. "They're puppies, but a little bit older. Around six months, early enough to be trained but old enough that their bites pack a mean punch." He kneels, you doing the same. "This is Ryland, Gunner, and Major," he says, pointing to the corresponding dogs. You slowly nod, taking it all in and petting each one. "All the glass in the house is boarded up, I'm having people come in and install metal blinds at every window so if they manage to get in, it'll be really loud. Security cameras all around the house, including some rooms inside like near the back doors. Hired some security to work outside, check ins every half an hour unless we're asleep."

Jimin takes something out of his pocket, holding the device out to you. "What the hell is that?" 

"It's almost like a walkie talkie, except for your wrist. Carry it around and the guards can talk to you that way." He motions to the one on his wrist. "Here's the button to turn it on. Don't worry, we'll take it off while we're fucking. Unless you like an audience, cause if so-" 

"Min." 

"Right. Anyway, that's not all. I'll show you the best part if you'll follow me, my queen." You softly smile, standing and giving the cute dogs one last look before following Jimin down the back hall near one of the studies. "I converted one of the studies into a work in progress room." 

"It's not another sex room, is it?" you ask. 

He laughs. "Why didn't I think of that? No, it's not another sex room, but it still has lots of toys."

You instantly get his meaning, and as soon as you walk inside your jaw drops. The room is still a work in progress, but there's more weapons in here than you've seen in your life. "I have a lock system that's coming in today. Only we can get in, the hinges to the door will be replaced and the door itself will be so strong you'd have to quite literally blow it open to get inside, alerting us that someone's here."

He motions to the row of assault rifles on the right wall. "My personal favorite section. I may hate guns but man... ARs are sexy." 

"Into gun play, are we?" you ask with a snicker. 

His eyes twinkle in amusement as he grabs one, handing it to you. "Light weight, see for yourself." You take it, holding it up to the wall and clicking the trigger a few times.

Obviously it's not loaded, but feeling the way the chamber clicks makes you smile in delight. Crazy how Jimin hates guns but you love them. "If you have snipers, I'll probably marry you," you whisper, playing with the rifle some more. 

"I do, but they're not here yet. I asked a friend to go to one of my stashes and bring some."

You give him heart eyes, "I'm marrying you." He laughs, coming over and kissing you sweetly. You drop the AR to instead focus on the kiss. Soon enough, as always, the kiss gets heated, him picking you up and almost slamming you into the nearest wall.

He pulls a pistol off the rack next to him, backing away from your lips for a moment. He puts one of your legs down, now only holding one thigh before placing the muzzle of the thing over your clothed pussy. Your left eye twitches as he smirks, moving the thing up and down until he gets what he wants from you: a soft moan. "Mmm, baby girl, I think we have some things to try out today," he whispers, nibbling on your ear. And just like that, you found out he's into gun play.