Jimin and you ran a gang, dealing drugs, selling guns and whatnot. He found it hot that you joined him.

It made the two of you rich, you could retire by thirty-five, he didn't want kids any way, neither did you.

—×—

Someone from your gang tipped off the cops today, Jimin was surely going to kill him, he was always a bit on thd sadistic side.

He walked into your room, while you were sitting on you bed, scrolling on your phone. Jimin grabbed it out of your hand, switching it off and putting it aside. He laid himself on you, holding your waist and rubbing it with his thumbs. He knew you wanted out, he couldn't let you do that.

"C'mon, babe, what's wrong with making money and having fun? Stay with me, or just handle ops from the back. We're living our best life here." Jimin kissed your neck, licking it slowly.

"Plus, you look so hot on the job, so good for my fantasies."