Nightmare - Halsey

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six- Um hello? Do you mind?"

Jimin pauses in his squat, glaring at the girl- no, woman- standing in front of him lifting weights. There's no denying that the woman was just trying to piss Jimin off because there's a whole lot of space for her to do her work out, and he really wants to work on his squats.

The woman cranes her head back, meeting Jimin's eyes with a small scowl. That took him off guard for a good second but also maybe raised his curiosity as she turns her attention back to herself facing the mirror, working on each arm on the dumbbells.

And her arms are fucking huge. Okay maybe that's an exaggeration, but she's definitely more toned than Jimin, arm and body wise. It looks as though she lives for the gym, working out and eating the nutrition necessary to keep herself fit. Shit, even her muscles looks as though it would break Jimin's hand if he even slammed his fist against it.

This is when Jimin's attraction for woman as well comes into play, and he finds himself insanely attracted to her.

So he puts the dumbbell away that he was using for the squat and eases his shirt, fixing a smirk and approaches the woman intensely lifting the dumbbell to her chest, working on her biceps.

"Hi-"

"Not interested," She huffs back, sending a side eye look to Jimin, "Do you mind?"

Ohh sassy.

Okay.

A little whistle comes out of Jimin's lips and be turns around, accepting defeat and decided to go to the punching bag instead. Woosung is currently going aggressive against it with taped up knuckles.

So Jimin stands behind the bag to hold it as Woosung kept punching it, "Hey, quick question. So I think I'm losing my charm with women, any advise?"

Woosung huffs as he punches the bag a few times before stopping, wiping his mess of curly hair away from his face before looking at Jimin with sweat drenching his face, "I don't know? Be genuine?"

A low hum buzzed Jimin's lips, nodding, "Yeah you're right. I feel like she'll kick my ass if I even introduce my name."

A breathless chuckle comes out of Woosung's lips and glances to the girl working on the dumbbell in front of the mirror, actually feeling intimidated with her aura as she works out.

Yeah..... One punch from her and they're gone.

"So.... Maybe not go after someone who looks as though they can kill you," Woosung snickers and holds the bag for Jimin to do a few rounds against it, "I mean Yeosang is an exception."

Jimin coax a grin through his punches on the bag, "He's a special case. I can impress her with my skills. My cousin is a kick boxer and she taught me a thing or two."

"And how long has that been."

That grin wiped off Jimin's face, realizing how much time really has passed since he's seen his dear cousin. Sure they've texted from time to time but.... Hm... Wouldn't be a bad idea to reach back out again.

Then again she's always busy with competitions and stuff, but well maybe they could catch up when things aren't so complicated anymore.

He'll keep that in mind.

"Are you two done with that?"

Jimin turns his head to see the woman standing behind him, tying up her dark chocolate brunette hair with feline wide eyes to the bag.

Woosung steps away from the bag without another word while Jimin leans his side against it, sticking out a hand with a polite smile.

"Park Jimin."

The girl blinks, suddenly a forced smile making her lips, "Aw, where are my manners?" And she clasps her tatted hand to Jimin's await hand, making his eyes widen to the pretty details.

And suddenly he was yanked off the bag by her strong hand. Jimin nearly trips to his face by how fast it all abruptly happened but thankfully was able to regain balance and whirls around to see the woman in position to hit the bag, her face not at all nudged by what just happened.

Oh she's so good....

What if....

Oh this is a good idea.

So with a more softer smile, Jimin stands behind the bag to hold it for her, nearly choking by the force of her fist against the bag that slammed against his abdomen and took his breath away for a second.

Fuck she has a strong hit.

"Hi, I was wondering if.... Maybe we could go one on one?" She stops hitting the bag, making Jimin flash a pretty smile to her when her eyes landed to him, "Well if you can handle it of course."

Jimin couldn't see the way Woosung is face palming himself behind him, already seeing the results of this little match. This is not really about Jimin's ego anymore, but he's genuinely curious on ways he could improve against an opponent that's not Yeosang after all this time training.

He knows this woman is strong.

Not just physically but strong willed as well.

She will refuse to lose.

Yet it surprised Jimin when she actually agreed- Well if you count stepping away from the bag and to the mats as an agreement. This actually raised Jimin's giddiness a little as he also gets to the mat.

They bowed to each other before getting to position, yet Jimin didn't even have time to breathe or even make a move because he was abruptly thrown to the ground from one moment to the next.

She kicked him, right at the center of his chest.

And shit that was a hard hit.

"What's the matter pretty boy?" The woman mocks with now a twitching smirk, "Going easy on me?"

Oh this is going to be so fun.

Time became more blurred as the match went on. They both refused to lose and the woman most definitely had stamina to keep going, even when Jimin was nearly dying to continue.

They took turns to be pinned to the ground or thrown down, but they kept going and going, and that's when Jimin began to catch that as they kept going she has been keeping note of his every move and blocking his hits perfectly.

So he began to start a new strategy in being defense and observing her moves. That kept going on and on until Jimin has been the one winning.

When he pinned her down against the mat again, the woman actually began to start laughing. It was almost a soft giggle that she has caught on to the fact Jimin caught her technique.

She's no idiot that's for sure.

"Ah finally things got interesting," She snickers, sticking her hand out, "I'm Jihyo."

Finally, damn.

Jimin smiles broadly and gets to his feet, maybe swaying for a moment or two before taking her hand and helping her up.

It was hard for Jimin to not stop staring at her hand, the pretty tattoo designs of flames and flowers mixed with vines of thorns. It's deadly yet beautiful, just like her.

Definitely suits her.

"Well, it was nice a round but gotta go," Jihyo sighs as she gets off the mat, going to her bag and getting her stuff, "See you around."

Wait what? Just like that?

He didn't even get her number....

"So," Woosung coughs quietly behind him as Jihyo makes her way to the exit of the gym, "Are you not going to invite her for coffee or something? Whatever you normal people do for going out?

Jimin was debating it over, he really was. But the last thing he wanted was to get her involved in this too.

He's not safe.

If she's involved, she also won't be safe.

Man, things use to be less complicated before.

So he frowns deeply, "I'm not exactly the greatest reliability for safety now."

A low hum comes out of Woosung's lips and he nods, "But you are in this hotel. It's pretty safe here based on Lisa's orders. Besides, I'm here too, not like I'll let something happen," He says almost comfortingly, patting a hand to Jimin's back, "You have the right to live your life too you know?"

That's true....

Well maybe he can invite her to the café, and make things very clear that he is not the relationship type.

And hope for the best.

So with a more of that push that he needed, he smiles broadly and puts on his hoodie before bolting out the gym. He makes his way quickly to the lobby, thats thankfully not flooded by people, so it was easier to spot the woman with the grey hoodie exiting out of the hotel with headphones on.

Quickly he skids his way across the lobby and out of the doors to the hotel, being faced with the night sky with the city flooding with lights to not let it be so quietly lonesome. He turns his head back to see Woosung catching up -just to be his little body guard -and motioning for him to wait since the one of the security guards started to talk to him in regards to where he's going, but Jimin knew he could take care of himself so he continues to run as he goes down the sidewalk behind her.

When he finally reached her, he gently tapped her shoulder to not startle her. Jihyo turns her head and furrows her eyebrows with a small smile, turning around and takes an earbud out of her ear.

"Yes-"

"Do you want to go out for coffee or something?" Jimin blurted out, feeling a little blush to the way she was looking between his eyes, "Man I look a little desperate don't I?"

This made Jihyo twitch a smile, maybe feeling shy herself since she averts her gaze away from his gaze to the ground.

But Jihyo never got to answer.

In fact, they never got to know for sure what would've happened after that night.

It was by the sudden turn of events when a van suddenly screeched beside them, followed by men in ski masks scrambling out and instantly dashing towards their direction.

Oh no...

All the colors drained from Jimin's face.

There was no time to think, only fight. So that's what he did, to which Jihyo also did but by the look of her face she seemed so terrified to what the fuck is going on right now.

Not everyday people try to kidnap you from being around the streets.

They tried to work together to fight them off, even took an attempt to run away, but many more came. Jimin could take it, even Jihyo managed to fight them off good too but it was too much.

Then it was the second Jimin suddenly felt something shoot his neck that it all turned sideways for him. Literally because he was now falling, his body giving in and dark spots splatter his vision like pretty stars.

The last thing seeing is Jihyo with a needle stuck to her neck and her body also falling to the ground, right before his vision turned black.

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A/N:
Well........

Let's hope Yeosang.... Doesn't explode.....

Ha ha....

Oh boy...

I PURPLE YOU! <333