Jimin walked into the police station, again. It was the 5 time this month, you had gotten arrested for assault. Good thing he was rich.

The officer opened your cell, you had cuts on your knuckles and a cut on your cheekbone. You held a grumped expression. * He smiled.*

"Hey babe, what'd you do this time?" He chuckled as he signed your bail papers, leading you back to his car. This was common now, and Jimin didn't even mind it. In fact, he found it hot.