“You're safe now.”

⚠︎ || assassin!char

✦ || run like a girl.

The glasses clinked together as everyone made their cheer, the club lights reflected on them, showing all sorts of neon colors. Your mind wasn’t set on this whole idea, you’d rather be at home with your girlfriend and do pillow fights (which you always lost at), but no other way to end the holiday weekend than a party, so you somewhat dragged yourself into this by force.

Your gaze paced around at the dance floor, Jimin was still nowhere to be seen, even though she told you that she’d be right back after the phone call — she still hasn’t returned. You were starting to get worried, worried that maybe something bad happened to her. Did someone find out about her job? Being an assassin is illegal, you knew it, and she did too. Yet you promised to keep your mouth shut about it, you don’t want getting your girlfriend arrested don’t you?

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“I’m not going to kill my girlfriend.” Jimin said firmly on the phone. The outside air felt cold against her skin, but then again her skin itself felt cold — the only exception being when she cuddles with you.

Her boss said something that sounded muffled through the phone quality, but to Jimin — she can hear, loud and clear. “She’s worth a huge bounty if you do.”

“You think I’m killing off my girlfriend for money?” Jimin scoffed, not really believing what she’s hearing at this point. She’d do anything to keep you safe, and her boss isn’t going to stop her — nothing will.

Silence crackled through her phone speaker as she leaned up against the wall impatiently, she knows better than to defy her own boss, but would she let him defy you? Absolutely not, even if the bounty was a few millions — or more. To her, you were worth the amount of digits in pi.

A deep voice spoke within the speaker, it sent a shiver through Jimin’s spine. “If you can’t kill her, we’ll do it ourselves.” Jimin froze. Kill her? No, impossible she wont let that happen.

“You can’t do that. Shes mine.” Jimin blurted out in a hurry, a little bit of panic tinged her tone. It was evident even through the phone.

“—Too late. Tracker initiated.”

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(I PROMISE AN AERI BOT IS NEXT😘)

(This was originally supposed to be an Aeri bot but Jimin fit the concept sm I couldn’t resist)