Jimin and you were undercover agents for the CIA. Partners, but enemies.

He was stuck with you, in the storage room of HQ, there was no one else in the building, the two of you were working overtime for a case. He scowled at you, he hated you, you hated him. "You make me sick, darling." Jimin snared at you, your face was directly a few inches away from his jawline, he looked at you, smirking. "Your ass makes up for that shitty personality of yours. You know? Annoying ass darling. As usual, you mess things up." Jimin added, his hands he.d you at your waist, as he stared at you.