I can read you like a book 3

Jimin x reader Gangster au

In the midst of a gang war Jimin finds himself in his own war, a war between himself and the feelings he was developing for the girl with the fuzzy pink scarf.

CH1 CH2  CH3 CH4 CH5

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You dragged the rag across the table, granting the stains no mercy, with a sigh you stood up, your back aching in strain. Maybe laying on a roof for hours and then getting 3 hours of sleep wasn’t one of your greatest ideas. You walked into the kitchen and threw the rag in the dirty laundry bag, either way you had to get used to it. 

Three weeks had passed, three weeks of surveilling the small building. You looked over to JM. After all this time it had become like a routine, JM laying beside you as you huddled together eyes not leaving the small building. As tiring and cold as it was you couldn’t hide the slight excitement when you thought about spending time with the man beside you.

Your head jerked up from where it was resting in your palm at the sight of a short hooded figure. It wasn’t the first time you had seen the person, shiny jewellery coating their body, it was hard to forget, but that was not the thing that made you so interested in them. No, it was the way the guards seemed to stiffen up as they approached the building, or how whenever they came, it seemed to be a more important meeting. There was something special about them. You elbowed JM and pointed toward the person “Do we know anything about them?” JM shook his head “no...no I don’t think so”. Eyes fixated on the hooded figure the two of you watched as they walked into the small house. “Let’s go.”, you turned to the man beside you, but his eyes were still fixated on the small building. “What?” JM shoved his bouncers into his bag “Let’s go, we both know we’re wasting our time”.

You followed the man as he crossed the roof, questions filling your head. Eyes hooded by his furrowed eyebrows and jaw clenched JM walked down the stair, walking beside him you couldn’t help but wonder what had made him so upset. He seemed fine a minute ago. Your eyes followed JM’s hands as they raked through his hair, his pale forehead peaking through, he sighed before turning to you, the corner of his lips rising slightly. Your stomach did a backflip at the attention, “where...where are we going?” you turned and stared forward “Let’s just drive around for a bit”. You only nodded in respond.

Music hummed through the quiet car as JM drove, the street lights glowed a yellow shine onto his face. Your eyes scanned over his relaxed face, his half lidded eyes and plum lips contrasted against the earlier furrowed eyebrows and cleaned jaw. “So, what happened earlier?” JM’s eyes flickered to you before they returned to the road “What?”. You chuckled at his sudden memory loss “You got all grumpy all of a sudden.”, JM’s shoulders tensed as he cleared his throat ”Ooh, I just got tired of laying on that roof I guess. You know we’ve been there for weeks without seen anything”. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, sure you hadn’t caught some big boss, but you had gathered small pieces here and there. You looked over at him, anyone would understand that things like this took time “Are- did one of the bosses speak to you. Did Shin say anything?”. JM’s grip tightened on the wheel as he took a deep breath, “Let’s not talk about work now”, “What else would we talk about?” you cocked your eyebrow at him. “It’s not like we’re some colleges in an office” JM chuckled “yeah you’re right, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get to know each other.” his lips curled into a small smile as he glanced towards you. 

There he goes, changing his mood in a second “I already know your name, so it’s only fair if I told you mine. I’m Park Jimin.”, butterflies filled your stomach at the introduction. There was something intimate about knowing his first name, it was like JM was a mask that had now fallen to finally let you see Jimin, the real Jimin. Realizing your lack of response you gave him a smile “Nice to meet you.”, he mirrored your smile. “So why did you start working for the gangs?”. You tried your best to not show the slight discomfort that had filled your stomach at the question, you let out an awkward attempt at a chuckle “I had to pay off some family debt”. “By jumping into the world of crime instead of getting a job at a cafe or something” Jimin laughed, and you followed suit “The pay is better, I got more money talking to some crack heads in a week than serving people for a month”. Jimin only laughed more at your reasoning “Well why did you join? Did your mother abandon you as a child and you had to fend for yourself, and you are now looking for revenge!” you finished your dramatic speech with a sigh before the two of you burst out in laughter again. Jimin leaned forward as he laughed his warm hand grazing against your thigh as he grabbed your seat, the two of you gasped for air once you calmed down. “Naah Namjoon threatened to tell my mother that I had sex if I didn’t join his gang”. Silence filled the air as the two of you blinked at each other before you burst into laughter “And you called me dumb” you gasped out “I was in 9th grade” Jimin wheezed back.

The car had stood in front of your apartment for a while, already going over the allowed parking time, but the two of you didn’t stop talking. Jimin threw his head back in laughter at your little story, you could spend a lifetime watching the man in front of you, but you knew you had to go home and get some rest. Watching the sun’s first rays peek over the horizon you listened to Jmin’s laughter quiet down to chuckles “I should go home.”, Jimin followed your gaze “Yeah, I guess it’s late.”. Despite the words, neither of you moved from your spot the silence wrapping itself around you like a warm blanket. Letting out a sigh you sat up straight in your seat “Thanks for the drive it was lovely” you resisted smiling as you watched Jimin frown in slight disappointment. “It’s nice, you got some hilarious stories” he let out a chuckle “Well I’ll see you tomorrow, same place, same time.”, you opened the car door, the cold air biting against your skin “Yeah...no” you blinked at him “We should, I don’t know, change our tactics”. “What, why?” you froze, the car door hanging open “We’ve already identified like 5 members of the gang just by watching from that roof.” Jimin paused, his gaze seemed to shift into a slight glare as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. “I just think we could do this more efficiently.”, “well this is wo-” your voice died into silence as Jimin leaned forward his voice low. “Come to one Soomin”, hearing your name fall from his lips seemed to squeeze something inside of you “Let’s just try a new plan, if it doesn’t work then we’ll just go back to the dumb rooftop shit.”. His nose grazed against yours as he breathed, you had never done any drug, but you were sure this was what being high felt like. “What do you think, hmm?” Jimin’s question pulled you out of the maze that was his eyes and back into reality “I, uh I mean yeah we could try...we could try,”. A smile grew on his lips.

Your body was heavy as you reached over to turn off the alarm, with a groan you laid back in your bed. You didn’t have work today as the cafe was going through some renovation, you weren’t complaining, body heavy with exhaustion you weren’t sure could have worked anyways. You rolled over onto your side, you had spent the night thinking, well trying to. There was something off with Jimin, you knew it, but every time you tried to figure it out in your head, your thought wandered back to how close he was, how his eyes had flickered from your lips back to your eyes and how low his voice was as if he only wanted you to hear him. And just like the night before you buried your face into the pillow, and kicked your feet against the soft mattress under you. That man was going to drive you crazy. There was definitely something going on. You sat up and swung your legs over the edge the cold floor attacking against your bare feet, you had to go back to that roof a last time, but with no car and Jimin definitely not an option you were stuck. Scrolling through your contacts, you tried to think of a good excuse as to why you would need to be dropped off at the outskirts of the city. Your eyebrows twitched upwards as your eyes fell on a certain name, Seokjin. 

“So why did you call me? I don’t mind, of course, I just thought JM was supposed to be your partner.” you bit your lip, you wanted to tell him about Jimin’s weird behaviour, but they were in the same gang after all, and probably trusted each other more. “Yeah, but he seemed a bit tired yesterday, so I thought I’d go alone this time.” you shrugged. Seokjin nodded slightly as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought “yeah, he seemed a bit stressed yesterday” you raised your eyebrows as you eyed Seokjin “Oh?” Seokjin appeared clueless to your sudden interest as he let out a small chuckle turning on his turn signal. “Usually, that guy is the chillest person ever, we could be walking through rival territory, and he’d be scrolling through Instagram or something.”. You let out a chuckle as you leaned back in your seat, thoughts running again “I guess he must have been really tired, huh?”

“Where do you want me to park?” you scanned the area “How about there?” you pointed to a building a bit further to where Jimin used to park. You undid your seatbelt as the car stopped “It’s freezing, and I won’t take long, so you could stay in the car” you smiled at the man beside you, you weren’t going to force him into the cold also you only came for one person. “Ahh thank you, I hate the cold” he sighed as he pulled his coat closer when the cold night air filled the car.

Clutching your bag to your chest you kept close to dark walls as you walked, you approached the now so familiar building. Looking around before running towards it you force, there behind a small shed stood a slick black car, the same black slick car as Jimin drove. Same registration plate and all. But Jimin had made it very clear that he didn’t want to come back here though, eyes not leaving the car you pulled out your camera and snapped some photos of the vehicle. You never thought you’d use it against Jimin of all people. Turning your attention back to the reason you came here, you looked around the area again before running to the building, but instead of entering through the battered doors, you followed the cold walls. Once you were close to the edge of the building, you laid down on the ground and crawled the last bit. You were basically lying right in front of the Balck dove’s den shielded by nothing but the shade of the building beside you. Like a sniper on the battlefield, you laid there peering through your camera waiting for your target. 

You don’t know how much time had passed, but the cold was starting to get to you. Thinking back to how you would press yourself against Jimin for the warmth you instinctively pressed yourself against the wall beside you, but you were only met with the cold concrete. The low buzzing in your phone pulled you from your thoughts, eyeing the guards a last time you moved slowly and pulled out your phone. Your stiff fingers worked the passcode into the phone to unlock it, One unread message from Jimin stared back at you. Eyes flickering to the building in front of you and seeing nothing had changed, you pressed on the notification. Hey, I might be a little late tonight, I’ll pick you up when I’m done <3. You stared at the screen anger slowly bubbling in your stomach. What the fuck are you doing Jimin? You shoved your phone back in your pocket, you didn’t have time for his bullshit; they should be here any moment now.

The quiet sound of the shutter filled our ears as the short figure walked in front of you, like a model on the catwalk they walked with confidence. As usual, the jewellery hugging their body shimmered in the light, a golden chain wrapped itself around their waist showing off their curves, and the golden coated heels and buckles on their shoes made their every step shine. You had seen these ornaments so many times, but this time you could get a good look at them, and some even better pictures. Your eyes followed the figure as they walked through the doors. Like a sniper laying on the battlefield, you located your target.

You plopped onto the seat with a huff, the warm air of the car coating your body. “Welcome back. Did you find anything?” you smiled back at Seokjin “I got exactly what I needed”. With a smile, Seokjin started the car, filling the silence with conversation Seokjin headed towards the city, but the car slowly came to a stop before you could. Seokjin leaned forwards furrowing his head as he stared past you, “Isn’t… Isn’t that JM’s car?” you turned your head not sure if you should act surprised at the parked car. Deciding you were tired of all the lying and pretending you turned and stared back at the man beside you with a bored stare “yup”. Seokjin’s eyes returned to the car “But he said he was at home” his voice was low almost as if he was talking to himself. “Home?”, “yeah, I texted him to see how he was doing, and he said he was just resting at home” that’s it you thought, You had to talk to Seokjin. “Let’s talk as we drive, so he doesn’t see us”, with a nod he drove away.