I stare at his cold, blank expression and it all starts to sink in.

"Right-" I nod and start to walk towards him.

In an instant his gun is pulled from its holster on his thigh and cocked directly at my head.

"Dude, PUT THAT THING DOWN! It is NOT that serious." I throw my hands up in defense.

I furrow my brow and stare at his unblinking and intimidating eyes.

"What am I going to do to you? How am I a threat? I can kick you in the shin and that's about it, buddy." I chuckle and I catch the corner of his lip tug up for a second before he goes straight faced again.

Slowly he lowers his gun and without breaking eye contact, he puts it back into the thigh hostler and grabs out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.

"Come here." He commands and I nonchalantly head over to him.

He begins cuffing my wrists together as I glance from my wall to his black duffle bag.

"Damn, that's a good painting to steal. Props to you." I smirk at the thousand dollar painting that's being stolen from my own home.

I look from the handcuffs up to him.

"Nice, I like these types of things." I wink.

"Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you." He grabs his duffle, pissed off.

"Oh, this sounds like a fun game that I would very much like to participate in." I perk up.

He glares at me.

"You got a gun kink too? Because I won't hesitate to put it in your mouth." He spits at me.

"Next time if you spit, do it in my mouth." I smirk.

He sighs heavily while staring at me and I can see his cheeks turn a slight pink.

"Why aren't you begging me to not kill you right now?" He cocks his head, curious.

"I mean, if I die then at least I went out in a cool way- fighting off a thief from my parent's home. Tragic, right?" I stare intently to see if he agrees.

He scoffs, looking down.

"Didn't you just say that you're not a threat and could only kick me in the shin?" He raises a brow.

I squint my eyes at him, hurt that he'd underestimate me.

"How rude, you don't now how powerful my shin snapping kicks are- come here." I take my chance to prove myself and try to kick his shin.

In only seconds of retaliation, he has me pinned on the floor laying on my stomach with my cuffed hands above my head, pressed down by his tight grasp while his knee presses into my back.

"Shit, did you ever think to become a wrestler?" I huff out, shocked at how fast he pinned me down.

"No. I'm best at being a criminal, thank you very much." He gets off of me and dusts himself off.

I roll onto my back and he pulls me up.

"So, this is what you do for a living, hm? Is it fun?" I lean against the hallway's wall.

His expression looks agitated for a moment but he relaxes as well and leans back, crossing his arms.

"It's always a thrill, I guess and I'm rich now because of it so, yeah. Pretty fun."

I nod, millions of questions still running through my mind.

"Not to get all deep and emotional but, what made you become a criminal?" I ask curiously.

He chuckles, nodding and then looks back up to me.

"I failed high school and I hated the idea of college so I dropped out and now here I am. I'm 22 and a successful criminal so I guess it was a good career path for me." He answers honestly.

I nod and think for a moment, a lightbulb going off in my mind.

"Hey... I know you're just some random hot dude who just broke in to raid my mansion but... I have an idea!" I smirk slyly up at the confused but curious man.

"Go on..."

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💵😈🩸min yoongi a criminal baddie