Park Jimin cocked his pistol, steadily moving towards the back gate of a large mansion and crouching behind an expensive Lamborghini. As he fidgeted with his bulletproof vest he signaled for his partner to sneak over, huffing silently as he glanced back at him,"Get your finger off the trigger, you could kill me."

The male smiled at him, doing as told,"I would never kill you, you're my partner."

Jimin rolled his eyes,"Sure Kai, just watch my back." He slowly edged his own finger on the trigger, glancing over the hood of the car quickly,"It's about to get ugly."

"Scene! That'll be it for today everyone, nice work," Jimin lifted from his crouching position sighing, walking around the car to his manager. "Everyone be here tomorrow morning at 7 to shoot the next episode! Get some sleep!" People rushed around, moving their cameras and lighting- like little ants scrounging around for their queen.

"Jimin-ah, great work today!" His "partner" quickly made his way through the crew to his side.

The red head glanced at him sternly, putting the gun down on the props table, along with his vest. "Yeah? You too, for the most part, Kim Jongin. You still need work."

"Don't we all?" The male shrugged his shoulders.

All Jimin did was hum in reply, ignoring the male really. "Look Jongin, I have things to do- so I'll see you tomorrow morning." He scoffed to himself, unfortunately. Strutting over to his manager as a sign for the other male to stop talking- it's not that he didn't like Jongin- that wasn't it at all. He was quite friendly to someone like... him.

"Oh, alright Jimin. See you in the morning." Jongin frowned, putting all his props down as well, seeing the other walk out of sight.

"When will you stop being so cold? You've worked with him forever now." Jimin's manager shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek. "He's sad because of yo-"

"I don't care." Jimin walked into his dressing room, the tall man behind him sighing.

"You have a meeting with Min Yoongi over your new song after this as well as the director of-"

"Just because I don't have a high IQ like you doesn't mean I can't keep up with my schedule." Jimin glanced at him through his large mirror, unbuckling his belt and taking off his acting wardrobe. He was tired of being treated like some big child, he was tired of it all. However, he was used to this, to everything... The whole lie he was living.

Kim Namjoon smirked,"Last time you forgot that dance rehearsal with Jung Hoseok." He walked over to Jimin, sliding his hands over the smaller males belt, laying his chin on his shoulder. "You say you can keep up with it, yet you don't. That's why I keep you on track." He slowly moved Jimin's belt through the loops.

The younger male huffed quietly, annoyed to the point he just wanted to go home. "Namjoon, I don't damn Need you, get away from me." He pinched the taller males hand, making him whisper an "ow" retreating his hand back to his side.

"You don't, do you? Is that so?"

Jimin flinched seeing the purple haired male's unbothered expression, he knew all too well he overstepped- He continued to strip, staying silent, head partly down.

"That's more like it." Namjoon smiled, dimples showing proudly. "Remember, you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me." He patted Jimin's bare shoulder, making the smaller male shuffle away to his casual wear. Throwing on a pair of black dress slacks with a blue silk shirt, stuffing the bottom half in, grabbing a silver chain Yoongi had given him at some point- everything was in place for his meeting with said male. Jimin turned on his heel, not daring to look into Namjoon's eyes. "I can do this alone, without you." He pressed his lips thin, holding his breath, hoping his manager wouldn't accompany him this time.

"Fine, I have paperwork I need to do for you anyways. Call me if anything changes or if you need help, Minnie." Namjoon softly smiled at the red headed male, the younger not seeing it as he had already walked out.

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The drive was silent, nothing to be heard but the low roar of the engine and rattling of the phone in Jimin's cupholder. His eyes fixated on the busy road to Yoongi's studio, trying not to pry open his own emotions in solitude before letting out a deep sigh. Was all this really worth it? The red head rolled his eyes at himself- it was a little late to be asking that question.

Too late indeed.

Jimin found himself walking into the building's entrance, making sure to lock his car before entering the elevator. He ignored the woman, Jennie, at the front desk, though she was always kind to him. She seemed preoccupied with phone calls to even notice him anyhow.
He stepped into the elevator only to cease pressing the 4th floor... Eyes were on him again. He gritted his teeth, muttering to himself, quickly pressing the button. "Of course there's someone watching me, I'm damn famous. Stop being paranoid." He tapped his foot with the elevator music, distracting his thoughts as the doors slid open. Finding himself in front of Yoongi's studio, he shuffled his feet slightly from left to right in front of the golden door. He bit his bottom lip, knocking, only to be immediately greeted by his hyung.

He dyed his hair blue again, Jimin thought, it's so pretty. Walking in, the red head leaned up against the couch arm, listening to the light footsteps of his producer coming towards him.

"How's my favorite singer?" Yoongi smirked, glancing down and gripping the chain around Jimin's neck,"You still have this? I'm honored."

Jimin steadied his breathing, given the close proximity, glancing around,"Is Hoseok not here?"

The blue haired male frowned, letting go of the other's chain. "Not yet, but I wanted you to read these verses. I came up with them this morning." He handed Jimin a piece of paper, in which the younger calmly took from his larger hands.

Reading carefully, muttering to himself, Yoongi studied the red head. Watching as his lips pouted out at a verse he didn't quite understand, soon after nodding to no one in particular. The male was beautiful, charming, fuckable to anyone- if you was to ask Min Yoongi. The older then frowned once again, Park Jimin deserved better.

"I really like them, Yoongi~hyung." Leaning back up and placing the paper on it's desk home, he turned around,"Maybe we could add so-" soft lips were pressed against his. After processing, Jimin kissed back just as gently as Yoongi. Both of them parting, blushing as their lips had brushed against the others.

Jimin licked his lips,"Uh.. my day was fine, how was yours?" He asked, partly giggling as he did so.

"Not so great, I've been worrying about you all day." Yoongi caressed the youngers cheek, furrowing his eyebrows,"Usually I'm worrying about you AND Hobi, but he messaged me an hour ago- Unlike some people." He rolled his eyes. Jimin shook his head, smiling to himself, seeing Yoongi walk over to his mini kitchen. Suddenly, his eyes darkening to his inner thoughts... He could trust Yoongi and Hoseok, right? After all this time, they wouldn't do anything to him, right? He could be valnurable around them... right?

"Jimin!" The red head quickly snapped out of his daze, seeing the blond beauty standing right in front of him with his head tilted, hands on his hips.

"Jung H-Hoseok, I'm sorry I didn't notice you come in." Jimin glanced down at the floor, looking back up into the dancers intimidating eyes.

Hoseok then smiled, pulling the younger into a hug, glancing over his shoulder. "Yoongles, get your ass over here."

Yoongi slowly shuffles over mumbling under his breath,"Wouldn't kill you to say please."

"What was that?" Hoseok, still having a grip on Jimin's waist, narrowed his eyes at Yoongi.

Yoongi cleared his throat quietly, licking his dry lips,"Nothing dear." He was yanked into the smothering hug, burying his head into Jimin's shoulder. In return, the red head smothered his into Hoseok's chest.

His getaway... His lie into another lie, yeah, that's all this was. Jimin knew it was all the same, it always was. Nothing this good could ever happen, right? He was imagining it all, right? He couldn't be happy with Yoongi and Hoseok, he knew that.

Jimin was trapped, between Namjoon's lies and his two loving bestfriend's arms.

And he wasn't sure he could ever escape from the hold in which eats him alive, every day.

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-Damn. What happened to Jimin?

The name's Minty, Karma, Maxim, or Satan by the way.

HelloOo! That was the first chapter introducing you to Per Contra! I can't wait to see the feedback on everything! I love reading everyone's comments! I'm excited for this fanfic, I'd also like to let you know- I'm making this a challenge for myself, I'm not planning every single thing out, just to see where it takes me. It'll be fun!!!

💜Remember: These are real people, how I present them in the story may not be how they feel, think, or act in reality. 💜 (That's why they called characters, shocker.)

Meanwhile, you can choose to discuss or you can keep reading or so on, I wanna address certain problems in the world and give facts at the end of every chapter- that way we can all learn and communicate w/ one another like the ARMY we are. Therefore- first helpful fact today- Pole dancing is actually extremely good for your 1. Health, 2. Confidence, 3. Strength, 4. Flexibility, and 5. It's a way of dance! They have classes on it, you don't have to be a stripper to love pole dancing. They even have competitions! If your self esteem and agility is low, try taking up future pole dancing classes.😁 (I sound like an ad)

I purple you all! And I hope you keep reading and will enjoy the rest of the journey with me! Thanks for staying for the ted talk/fact at the end if ya did!

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