Jimin spent 15 minutes dashing through different alleyways before his knees gave out on him and he stumbled into a wall. Jimin heaved, his eyes squeezing shut and his forehead pressing against the cold, brick wall.

He shakily looked around, noticing the dark alleyway, he was in, and the silence coating the air. It was suspicious. The silence. Jimin didn't hear the sound of cars or the noise coming from the city- noise like dogs barking or people laughing, or even music coming from clubs.

Jimin looked around, his eyes squinted in the dark. He noticed a few trash cans near him, making him stumble towards them. Jimin took off the thigh harness from his sweaty thigh and took out the gun from his jacket. He leaned over the edge of the garbage can and grabbed a used garbage bag.

Jimin pulled the garbage bag out of the can and ripped it open. His face scrunched up at the smell of rotten bananas and baby diapers. Jimin stopped breathing for a second and shoved his weapons into the bag before pulling it shut and throwing it back into the garbage can.

He had to get rid of any weapons on his body just in case he got caught. Maybe if he didn't have any weapons found on him, he could bullshit his way out of the shackles.

The breath of relief leaving Jimin's lips was cut off by someone ramming into him from behind and slamming him against the metal can. Jimin yelped when his stomach slammed against the trash can, and his arms were grabbed and restrained behind his back.

"You should've done what you were told." A dark voice hissed in his ear before the sound of handcuffs getting unlocked filled his ears.

Jimin immediately pushed off of the trash can, using his legs, before ripping his arms away from the police officer. He turned around, deflecting the punch thrown his way, only to have his throat being grabbed. The officer tripped him and slammed him down against the ground by his throat

The air was knocked out of Jimin's lungs as he was slammed against the hard pavement. His mouth fell open into a sharp gasp before he began to cough, trying to shake off the pain in his skull and back.

"You....you whore." Jimin gasped, squeezing his eyes shut due to the pain.

The officer released him with a scoff, slowly standing up and grabbing his radio,"Shut up."

Jimin snapped his eyes open and twisted his body around, he intertwined his legs with the officers before sharply twisting back into 360 degrees. The officer yelped as he lost balance and hit the ground, laying on his stomach.

Jimin didn't waist time, scrambling to climb on top of the officer and grab his gun from the holster. Before Jimin could point the gun at the man, the officer switched their positions, all while grabbing the gun out of Jimin's hand and pointing the end at his forehead.

A breathy laugh escaped Jimin's lips as he stared up at the familiar Male laying between his legs,"Jeon fucking Jungkook. What a surprise." Jimin scoffed sarcastically, licking his dry lips.

Jeon Jungkook was the newest recruit of the police department of Seoul. The guy's whole life revolved around trying to find anything about the kitty gang and taking them down. Jimin, himself, has had couple of close encounters with the guy, none of them pleasant, considering that Jungkook almost shot him multiple times and seriously injured him in fist fights. The guy was a muscle bunny

Jimin knew that Jungkook's obsession with the gang was explainable. Jungkook's older brother was killed in an explosion some amateur gang caused in a grocery store. Unfortunately, some people saw one of their assassins near the area and in result, the kitty gang was blamed for the explosion. And now, Jungkook has been wasting his time, trying to take down a gang that wasn't even responsible for his brother's death.

"Fuck you, Park." Jungkook spat, pushing away from Jimin before tuning him around onto his front.

Jimin smirked, cringing as the side of his face was pressed against the dirty ground. He allowed Jungkook to restrain his arms and released a teasing chuckle,"Oh, but you already have."

That's right. Before Jungkook knew who Jimin was, the two met at a night club. After multiple rounds of shots, Jungkook finally gave into Jimin's flirty smiles and seductive whispers, which led to a night of passionate sex. The next day, Jimin was gone without a clue, leaving Jungkook alone. But after a few months, the two ran into each other again and Jungkook found out who Jimin really was, which led to Jungkook hating Jimin ever since.

Jungkook growled and pushed Jimin's hand higher, making him wince and arch his back,"You seriously need to stop talking."

"And you...you need to let go." Jimin grumbled in between hisses. A breath of relief left his lips, when Jungkook stopped hurting his arm and allowed it to fall back into its original place,"You know I bruise easily."

Jungkook ignored him and pulled out a set of handcuffs. Jimin noticed them from the corner of his eye, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When the handcuffs were next to Jimin's wrist, he bucked and grabbed the metal cuff out of Jungkook's hand.

Jimin pulled the cuffs towards him, causing Jungkook to fall forward and catch himself against the ground. Jimin ripped one of the cuffs out of Jungkook's hands and quickly wrapping it around his wrist, locking it securely.

Jimin reeled back his elbow and slammed it against Jungkook's nose, making him jerk back and release a groan. Jungkook released his hold on the other handcuff in order to cup his bleeding nose. Jimin grinned widely, grabbing the dangling handcuff before locking it around a metal pipe next to them.

"Idiot." Jimin scoffed, turning around and pushing Jungkook off of him. He stood up, dusting off his clothes and readjusting his knee high socks as he began to walk away.

"What the..." Jimin could faintly hear Jungkook murmur and the sound of Handcuffs rattle. He snickered, when Jungkook yelled after him,"Park! Stop walking, I'll shoot you!"

"Just like you shot your load up my ass?" Jimin yelled back, glancing behind his back at a glaring Jungkook. A faint dust of pink was visible on his face but the glare on his face hid that fact.

The sound of footsteps entering the alleyway, earned two different reactions. Jungkook perked up and smirked smugly, while Jimin released a loud groan, his head falling back.

The police officers behind him began to shout something about stopping and putting down his weapons. I don't have any weapons, you whore! Jimin screamed in his mind, starting to run down the alleyway. Just as he was reaching the end of it, his view was filled with four more policemen.

Jimin halted in his steps, glancing behind himself, only to see the group of police officers, running towards him with guns in their hands. He turned to look ahead, only to be greeted by another group of armed police officers. Jimin sighed in defeat, coming to terms with the fact that he's surrounded and definitely going to jail.

Jimin heard the distant sound of a helicopter and the hum of a car before bright headlights shone into his eyes. He raised his hand to shield his eyes, watching as a black Lamborghini drifted into the narrow alleyway. Jimin perked up, watching with a smile as Taehyung sped through the alley towards him. The police officers jumped out of the way in order to not get run over.

"Shit! Stop them!"

The Lamborghini screeched to a halt in front of Jimin, causing the lavender haired mochi to run towards the car and jump into the passenger seat. The door locked behind him as Taehyung put the car in reverse and drove out of the alleyway as fast as he could.

"Thank god." Jimin breathed out, his chest rising and falling as he grabbed his seatbelt and strapped himself.

Jimin turned to look at Taehyung, who's face was stoic and brows were drawn together in concentration. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and his eyes snapped around the road, occasionally glancing back.

Jimin glanced back too, only to see multiple police cars, with their sirens turned on, speeding after them. Jimin looked up and saw the helicopter hovering over them, their lights shining directly onto the black Lamborghini.

Jimin's chest rose and fell as he tried to steady his breathing. He held onto the door handle as Taehyung sped through the city, swerving around other cars and dodging more cop cars. Jimin glanced at Taehyung, finally noticing his pale face and the way his hands shook as he took a sharp turn.

"Tae,"Jimin whispered quietly, pulling his mask under his chin to show the concern on his face. Taehyung nodded silently, telling him to speak. Jimin sighed sadly,"Are you okay?"

Taehyung jerked his head a few times, too focused on trying to loose the police cars and the helicopter, to answer him properly. After a few seconds of Jimin just watching Taehyung, and the latter sweating and chewing on his bottom lip, he released a shaky whisper,"I'm...I'm so scared."

Jimin's breath hitched in his throat after hearing Taehyung's voice crack from fear. He nodded and placed his chubby hand on Taehyung's shaking one. Taehyung immediately relaxed, sucking in a deep breath as he looked away from the front window to look at Jimin.

Jimin's heart broke after seeing the fear in Tae's doe eyes. His lower lip was trembling and his eyes turned glossy, Jimin's lips parted to say something but he was interrupted by something hitting the underneath the car tires, causing the car to screech and swerve.

It all happened in a few seconds- Taehyung lost the control over the car as it swerved from side to side with sharp screeching sounds. Jimin gasped, gripping onto the leather seat, while Taehyung tried to take control of the wheel, only for the car to tilt too far to the side. The speed, they were driving in, mixed with the tilt of the car, causing the vehicle to tilt too far and roll over.

Jimin and Taehyung released screeches, their hands grasping each other's, while the other hand held onto the door handles. The car rolled across the street- the windows shattered, causing glass shards to fly towards the two males and attach to whatever skin they could find.

Jimin lost count of how many times the car had rolled around, all he could feel was the brief feeling of blood going into his brain before his hair fell back onto his forehead. His breath left his lungs as his body was thrown around the leather seat.

Jimin couldn't see anything, his vision blurry and his head fuzzy as he squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. He could hear the sound of glass shattering and metal bending as the car hit the ground repeatedly. For a moment, Jimin thought that he felt the roof of the Lamborghini deform and press against the top of his head.

When the car finally came to a stop, Jimin and Taehyung were too dizzy to do anything. Jimin realised that they were upside down after feeling his body press against the seatbelt, the small strap so desperately fighting against the gravity.

A shaky breath left Jimin's chapped lips as he blinked away his blurry vision. He could feel blood pulsing in his head and something warm roll down his forehead and into his hair. Jimin winced at the stinging sensation in his neck as he turned his aching neck to look around the car.

The sight of broken glass, covering the roof of the car, greeted him, or was it considered the bottom of the car? Jimin glanced outside the empty window frames, only to see red and blue lights somewhere in the distance. Jimin blinked again, squinting his eyes as he tried to focus his vision on the blurry figures slowly coming closer to him.

A low groan captured Jimin's attention before something gripped his hand tightly. Jimin exhaled, his lungs wheezing ever so slightly before he turned his head around to look at Taehyung.

Taehyung's face was pale and scrunched up in pain, his eyes squeezed shut and his hold on Jimin's hand tightened. Small, bloody scratches covered his face and his blond locks were red in some places. Veins popped out on his neck and his face was starting to turn red from being upside down for so long.

Jimin swallowed thickly, the saliva slowly sliding down his dry throat

"Tae." Jimin breathed out, his eyelids begging to be shut and go to sleep.

Sleep. Jimin whispered in his mind, not even thinking about this decision. Sleep sounds good.

Jimin quickly realised that his eyes were shut, causing him to snap them open and look at Taehyung, who's face was slowly going slack. Jimin shifting in his seat, releasing a shaky breath as a stinging sensation shot through his stomach. His eyes traveled down the rest of Taehyung's body, only to pause at the bloody glass shard impaling his stomach, the blood tainting Taehyung's clothes red with blood.

"Tae."

The door to the car was ripped open before a hand reached out and unlocked Jimin from his seat. Jimin fell forward, his hand slipping out of Taehyung's as someone grabbed him firmly and dragged him out of the vehicle.

Jimin's face scrunched up in pain as a light stinging sensation covered his whole body and the sharp pain in his stomach spread up to his chest. He exhaled sharply, hearing the distant sound of murmurs as he was laid down on a cold ground.

Jimin's eyes pealed back open, the sight of a starry night sky greeting him. Jimin released a wheezing breath, a calm feeling falling over him like a fuzzy blanket. The beautiful view was shielded by a blurry face popping in his view. Jimin blinked sluggishly, his eyelids glueing together more and more with every blink.

The person in front of his face seemed to be saying something, but Jimin's eyes were heavy. He should sleep. Yes, yes, sleep sounds good. Jimin blinked, allowing his eyes to shut, Sleep good. And before he realised it, Jimin fell unconscious.