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To be completely honest, Jungkook wouldn't feel this nervous if this meeting was with someone else, or even somewhere else. He was used to them meeting at his office, away from unknown people and all the prying eyes, but it's not like there were people at this pathetic, little diner in the middle of nowhere. Still, Jungkook couldn't stop feeling nervous. He looked over at Jimin, who was sitting across from him inside of a small booth. Pink, neon lights were falling down on his face and clashing with his orange hair. That orange hair which suited no one, strangely worked on Jimin and made Jungkook even more nervous. His heart was beating fast, so he took a deep breath and took a sip of his coffee.
“What if someone sees us?“he asked.
“Chill, doc, it's fine. You're just checking if I'm adjusting properly anyway.”
“That's not what we are doing and you know it”, he barked. “Really Jimin, couldn't you find a better place for us to go over this? It's not like planing a heist is something suitable to be done in public.”
“It's not like we're planing it, we're just checking the details. And it's still an excuse for you. After all, you're trying to integrate me back to society. Aren't you, my pretty little baby boy?”
Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat, again... He fell for his patient the first time he saw him in prison visiting rooms, and after Jimin came out, he was helping him adjust to society. Or that's what everyone thought. For the past six months, they were planing the biggest bank robbery Seoul has ever seen. Why was he doing this? Because he was madly in love with his patient of course, and if he had to confess, he wanted to be bad. All his tattoos were always hidden away behind his expensive suit and piercings were taken out, but his other self always wanted to come out and play. This was the perfect opportunity. Together with the person he was madly in love and who gave him such thrilling nicknames.
“We could say so, Jimin but still, it's weird how you're not even a bit nervous?”
“I have nothing to fear with you by my side and we have already planned everything to detail. The only thing that's left is actually doing it and maybe a little bit of a make over for you?” Jimin smiled at him.
“A make over? What would I need a make over for?” Jungkook was confused, forgetting that Jimin has only ever seen him wearing only a stupid suit.
“Well baby, you can't go around robbing banks and looking like you belong behind the desk in one, you know.”
Jungkook smiled, and Jimin thought that the boy was way too excited for someone who heard words make and over, but still it was helpful – having this pretty, little thing wrapped around his fingers. He knew that this angel was in love with him, and maybe he would keep him around – his mind was bright after all. What Jimin didn't know was that his angel had a criminal record, and that because of it, he was chosen to help him get back to his feet.
*
A few days later when Jimin walked into the diner and headed over to their usual table, he was shocked. Person sitting there was a stranger to him. Tattoos swirling around both of his arms, double snake bites, and ears full of piercings, with a strange up do. Jungkook was sitting there full of confidence in leather pants and white T-shirt. Jimin did another take and breathed out: “What did you do, doc? When I said make over I didn't mean tattoo your whole body, I meant maybe a hair colour change.”
“Huh, I didn't do this because you suggested. I already had these. Don't you just love them?” But the answer was pretty obvious. Jimin couldn't close his mouth and Jungkook felt like he could fly right then and there.
“They're neat, I guess”, Jimin said trying to catch his breath because fuck it, his little angel might not be an angel at all. “Seems like you aren't nervous today.”
“It's fine, I'm feeling a little bit excited, you know. Maybe it's the adrenaline hitting me, or it might be because I’m finally showing my tattoos in public again after so long. Who knows?” He shrugged it off like it was nothing. Jimin couldn't help but admire him a little. He had so many questions in his head but the only thing that could come out of his mouth was: “I see, well we can go over the plan one more time and maybe eat something here. They do serve food you know. Not just coffee, baby.”
Jungkook knew what Jimin was doing, so he decided to play the player: „ Boy“, he said settling to the nickname that did the most for him.
“What?” Jimin was confused, this new, confident Jungkook making him think all kinds of things.
“Baby boy. That's my nickname, babe and you know it. You know how I react to it, so you better call me baby boy, or I can give you a couple of new ones, and I have a feeling you might not like them.”
Jimin swallowed. He couldn't believe how confident Jungkook was being. Their staring match was interrupted by the bell signaling someone else entered the diner. “Well baby boy, seems like this diner might not be the safest place after all, and I know somewhere where they have better food anyway.”
“Oh yeah, where?” Jungkook asked, his gaze steady on Jimin’s lips.
“My place,” he whispered.
“Well, what are we waiting for then?” Jungkook stood up, pulling Jimin by his collar.
*
Next morning, while they were trying to find their clothes around Jimin's place, they went over their plan one more time.
“So I know we said that you should handle the guns, but it'll be better if both of us have at least one, you know for safety reasons.”
Jimin looked at him, shocked once again: “Are you sure you know how to use a gun? I don't want you shooting me by accident.”
“Sweetheart, if I shot you it wouldn't be by accident, it'd be because you deserved it. I think I might have a little more experience in handling guns than you think.”
He was star struck. What he felt last night couldn't compare to this thrilling feeling Jungkook gave him with such threatening words. Jimin nodded and said deal.
In thirty minutes, they were sitting inside of a fancy rental car. Rented under Jungkook's name of course, he was, after all, the respectable member of the society out of the two. At least for a few more minutes.
After checking if their guns were loaded and ready, just as Jungkook was about to touch the door handle, Jimin had a different idea.
He grabbed him by his hair and pulled him towards him. He smashed their lips together, needily trying to open Jungkook's lips apart with his tongue and moaning when he finally did so. After that intense kiss, both of them could feel everything, it was like their senses were heightened.
Jimin looked at Jungkook and smirked: „ Let's go now, baby boy. It's time for us to become fucking legendary.“