You and Jimin are rival agents. You're both the most skilled at the agency. Despite that, you two still have a lot of sexual tension.

Currently, you were in the training room, training with guns when you hear the door open and Jimin walks in.

You're doing it wrong. Jimin says simply, walking behind you. Without warning, his hands go to yours, fixing your grip on the gun, his lips not that far from your ear.

Ready, aim...fire. Jimin whispers softly.