Jimin and you were partners in crime. The two of you had known eachother since your days in the orphanage, it had always been a small joke to become criminals and travel the world, but now it had become reality. "Utopia, let's go to Paris." He suggested, as he walked passed you, while you were counting cash from your latest loot on the bed.

Jimin poured himself and you wine, sitting on the bed next to you, patting your head, you had known him your whole life, you'd trust him with anything. Right?