Jimin sighs and stares at the crime scene before him. All he wanted was to take a car, but it got out of hand. The house looked rich and empty, so Jimin took that to his advantage with the intention of robbing the place, but the owners didn't like that. That led Jimin to his current predicament. Or, past; the homeowners are far from alive anymore.

"Are there any rags around? I like this jacket."

He hears her footsteps before he sees her. Despite the carpet made from what Jimin imagined was a real zebra, he hears her boots squishing against the furry floor beneath him.

"Use mine," Y/n replies. He gazes at her, unable to take his eyes off her dress hiding underneath her leather jacket she claims she always wears.

She holds out her sleeve, stained blood littering the fabric. He slowly wipes both sides off, peering right into her eyes while doing so.

Somehow, he managed to convince her to come along. Part of it was wanting to test and see if she really was who she said she was. Jimin was reckless, but he wasn't that reckless; he needed to test her. Looks like she passed it.

He pauses for a moment, grimacing from the terrible smell in the vicinity, but he knows that's his own fault.

"Go sweep the area."

Y/n doesn't do so at first, and Jimin groans and makes a mental note to punish her for it later, but after repeating his command, she gives in and treks off to do so.

The second she's gone, he turns to see the body of the man. It'll take a while to clean up, and part of Jimin feels bad. It really wasn't his intention. It doesn't change that he did it, but he wished he didn't.

However, after two minutes, he faintly hears the sound of sirens. His eyes widen as he dashes out of the room, panic filling his heart. He's had the cops called on him before—he's sure there's some security system in this house that triggered it—but it's different now. He has his girl with him.

"Y/n!" he calls out, panting as he checks every room. "Y/n, where are you?!" He runs downstairs, his feet pounding against the surface. "Y/n!" he shouts, but still, no answer. Jimin goes into the living room, the sirens getting closer. Shit, where is she?

"Y/n!" he practically screams, fear overtaking him. There's a crash, him jolting at the noise. He sprints into the next room, the kitchen, seeing her leaning against the counter with a hand on her head. "Shit," he whispers, approaching her. He looks at the bruise on her head, anger flaring up in his eyes. "Who did this to you?"

"There was another here. He called the cops," she says. "He got the jump on me, but I'm okay. Now c'mon. We need to leave, the cops will be here any minute." Without replying, he picks her up, and that has her yelping. "I can still walk!"

He only shakes his head. "Let's go."

He manages to get her out of there, getting over the fence and dashing off into the trees far behind the big house. After a few minutes of straight running, he finally thinks they're safe and sets her down before turning to her. 

"Are you okay?" he asks, inspecting her bruise. 

She brushes it off. "It's just a concussion. I'll be fine."

Jimin kisses the bruise, sitting and motioning for her to do the same. She obeys, sitting in front of him. He stares at her, something he's getting pretty good at, then kisses her gently. She's surprised by his gentleness but doesn't complain seeing as she kisses back.

The sweet kiss only lasts a few seconds, but it's enough to reassure him that she's okay. He pulls back, placing a hand on her cheek. "I got so scared. I thought I lost you," he says, the confession trembling around his heart.

To his surprise, she gives him a grin. "I'm okay. If I can handle the mafia, I think I can handle a civilian."

"How did you get into the mafia?" he asks, making sure his tone is light and cautious.

She takes a deep breath. "Are you sure you want to know?" 

He nods. "I'm positive. And if you want me to tell you my story, I will too." She agrees, then loses any lightness she had. 

"Well, it's safe to say this is a long story, so get ready..."