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› back to black ‧ taekook au

the one where taehyung is a spy, jungkook is his target, and the world is their playground.
The first time Taehyung goes on a mission, it’s by complete accident.

There’s some sort of chaos outbreak at HQ, and before he knows it, Taehyung--an untrained, unpaid, unsure intern--is swept into a slick black SUV and sent off to an unknown location.
He looks around, not very optimistic at the sight of the other nervous faces in the car. When the vehicle finally stops, the doors are pulled open by a very gruff-looking man, his face streaked with blood and his arm in a rough-looking sling.
“These all we've got?” he asks, a stern look on his face, and the driver of the car, who’s by the man’s side at this point, nods nervously.

“Everybody else is basically just custodial staff. These guys are the newest batch of interns. Haven’t even completed A1 yet.”
“Crap,” the man says, pinching the bridge of his nose. He lets out a sigh and then looks up at the occupants of the car, at all the scared young faces in front of him. “Okay, let's make the best of this situation. Have any of you ever even held a gun?”
There’s no real movement in the car until Taehyung and a thin-looking, pale guy across from him raise their hands. The man nods in acknowledgement.
“Okay. Mingyu? Get these two some weapons. Make sure to suit them up well. We want them to stay alive, okay? Keep them on the borders. Let them target the cronies.”

“Of course, sir. You two,” the driver says, gesturing Taehyung and the other boy over. “Come with me.”
“I’ll find jobs for the rest of these kids,” the man says. “Let’s hope Jeon doesn’t completely destroy this organisation today.”
Taehyung gulps and steps out of the car, following the skinny boy in front of him, and keeps his head down, trying to focus all his attention on the weaving pattern of the cobblestones underneath him.
“Hey. Intern,” a voice calls, and Taehyung looks up at the driver, who has a look of pity plastered on his face.
“First rule. Never look down. Keep looking ahead. I know it can be tough, and we never intended to throw you guys into the deep end like this, but... just make sure to be aware of your surroundings, all right?”
Taehyung nods, and the driver leads them into a seemingly decrepit building, pulling open the door easily before quickly sliding a gun out of nowhere and aiming it directly in front of him.
“We’ve got new interns to help,” he says, into the supposed darkness, and then Taehyung blinks and suddenly the area in front of him is lit up.
He jumps at the sudden shock of seeing fifteen, maybe even twenty men all aiming very dangerous-looking guns at him and catches one of them rolling his eyes.
“For God’s sake, Mingyu, use the password!”

The driver--Taehyung supposes he can call him Mingyu now--chuckles. “Now where’s the fun in that?”
A man walks up to them, pulling Mingyu into a tight hug, whispering fiercely into his ear. Taehyung strains to hear what they’re saying and immediately regrets it.
“Everyone’s freaking out, bro,” the guy hisses, and his voice breaks a bit. “So many people are down. Some of the best guys, too. Jeon’s merciless, I’m telling you.”
The guy pulls away, and the first thing Taehyung notices is that there are tears in his eyes. The second thing is that he looks strikingly like Mingyu, and Taehyung realises that they could very well be related. Brothers, maybe?
Mingyu sighs and blinks up at the ceiling for a couple seconds before shaking himself off and pulling Taehyung forward.
“Get this kid suited up. He’s one of our best interns, and he’s actually shot a gun before. He might be useful. He--” Mingyu pauses, looking down at Taehyung inquisitively. “What’s your name again?”
“Taehyung,” he says, quickly.

The other man pulls Taehyung over to his side. “Got it. What about the other kid?”
Mingyu looks behind him to the pale intern, who looks like he might’ve already peed in his pants. “I’ll...find something else for this one. Kim told me to get him a gun too, but he seems more like a long-distance kind of guy than a close-combat one, y’know?”
Mingyu’s brother nods and is about to walk away when Mingyu reaches a hand out and clamps it around the other man’s arm.
“Hyungwon. Stay safe, yeah?” he says, quietly, and Taehyung looks away from the two of them, feeling like he’s intruding on something too personal, too intense.
“I always do, don’t I?” Hyungwon replies, pulling Mingyu down and kissing his forehead. He grabs Taehyung’s arm and yanks him down the hall and into another room.
“All right,” Hyungwon says, eyeing Taehyung before shuffling through a box. “You’re kind of small, but not too bad--here.”

He pulls out what Taehyung can only assume is a bulletproof vest, and Taehyung slips it on quickly over his t-shirt.
“We usually have, like, bulletproof skin-suits, which I’m sure you’ve heard of, but we’re running a bit low on those right now,” Hyungwon says, as he scuttles around the room, picking objects up and tossing them around till he finds what he’s looking for. “Here we go.”
He walks over to Taehyung and hands him two guns, which feel suspiciously heavy, as well as a handful of magazines. He slides two each into the pockets on the side of Taehyung’s vest and puts an extra one into Taehyung’s trouser pocket.
“You want as many of these on you as possible,” Hyungwon explains, and then pulls out a switchblade. “Watch. Learn,” he says, flicking a button on the side so that the blade shoots out. “I put the safety on so you don’t shank yourself accidentally. Remember that.”
He pats Taehyung down a couple times, then finally slides one gun into his waistband and puts the other in his hand. “These’re fully loaded. The one in your trousers has the safety on. The one in your hand does not. I trust you’ve shot a gun before?”
Taehyung nods. He’d had minor target practice at the gun range with his dad. He’s not too bad--but not perfect either.
“Good. Any questions?” Hyungwon asks, even though his expression seems to imply that the last thing he wants is to have to answer a question.

“Um,” Taehyung starts, and Hyungwon sighs exasperatedly. “What exactly am I supposed to do?”
――――――――――――
The gunfire in the place is astounding. Taehyung wonders if he’s even going to pass a field agent hearing exam by the end of this, then curses as he feels a bullet whizz by his ear, too close for comfort.
He ducks down, scrambling along the wall until he finds a random potted plant to hide behind.

He’s only on his second round of bullets--he doesn’t think his first one did any real harm to anyone, which he doesn’t know if he feels good or bad about.
He’d basically just shot into the darkness, keeping an eye out for ‘anyone in blue,’ as Hyungwon had said.
Apparently, there’s some immensely bad guy here by the name of 'Jeon', a sort of evil mastermind, and he’s trying to destroy the Service by killing every agent he can get his hands on. Taehyung’s mission is to try and keep as much of the Service alive as possible. No pressure.
He takes a deep breath and rolls out from behind the plant, freezing up immediately at the flash of blue in front of him, before realising that he’s not facing an enemy, he’s right behind him.
He moves slowly so he can see past the gunman’s shoulder and catches the eye of the agent in front of the gunman, the one who’s got a gun pointed right at him.
The agent locks eyes with Taehyung for a millisecond before looking back at the gunman, and Taehyung has to give him credit for not letting his expression change. Taehyung brings his gun up, his heart thudding, and presses the tip to the back of the gunman’s skull.
“Drop it,” he says, surprised at how steady his own voice is. He feels the man freeze up and immediately let go of his weapon. Taehyung waits till he hears the weapon clatter on the ground before hitting the man with the butt of his gun, hard, watching him crumple onto the floor.
“Thanks, mate,” the agent says, and Taehyung looks up and watches him take the abandoned gun, check for bullets, and 'tsk' disappointingly. “Only a few shots left.”

The man stands up, brushing his shirt off, and then looks at Taehyung curiously. “Are you new?”
“I’m an intern,” Taehyung says defensively, blushing a bit. “Sorry if I--did I do okay?”

“You did fine, kid,” the agent assures him, before he cocks the gun in his hand.
Before Taehyung can comprehend what’s happening, the sound of a gunshot rings in his ears and the man on the floor twitches a couple times, before going still.

“You-you killed--”
“If he had woken up, he would’ve offed me too. It’s kill or be killed here, intern,” the agent says, shoving Taehyung back, and he almost pushes back until he realises that the agent’s trying to prevent the dead man’s blood from getting onto their shoes.
The man leans in close so that he’s eye level with Taehyung. “Don’t have mercy on any of these people. Remember that.”

Taehyung’s heart is jack-rabbiting in his chest by now, but he nods, and the man is gone within a second.
Taehyung looks at the dead man on the ground, at the blood and brain matter spread out around him and feels a wave of nausea sweep over him. He runs over to the potted plant and empties up his breakfast into the soil.
“This way!” a voice cries, and Taehyung can’t tell if it’s enemies or agents, so he stands up, wiping his mouth off on his sleeve and runs ahead, finding a small notch in the wall that he’s able to slide himself into. At least some good comes from him being this skinny.
“Updates!” a man orders, and Taehyung slowly peeks out slightly to see a huge group of men clad in blue standing in a huddle. Thank god he hid.
“Jeon 1 is secure in the tower,” another man says, and the group nods. “Jeon 2 is out on the field, presently active, as far as we know. Jeon 3 is--” the man sighs. “He’s missing. He got rid of his tracking device and now- now we don’t know where he is.”
“Jesus Christ--” the first man says, kicking a wall out of frustration. “We were supposed to keep track of him! That little brat, I swear to god I’m gonna--”
“Hey, calm down,” a third voice adds. “We’ll find him. The kid’s too young to know what’s going on here. As long as he stays down, he’ll make his location known to us by the end of this.
We’re winning, anyways. Cap says the Service doesn’t even have that many guys out on the field right now. Says they had to bring in interns to help them out.”
The group chuckles a bit, then the first man sighs.

“All right. Let’s keep heading North then. Everyone loaded and ready?” The group nods. “Good. Let’s move!”
Taehyung stays absolutely still, his mind buzzing. 'There’s three Jeons? No wonder this place is decimated.' He has to get this news to someone, someone important--the important looking man from earlier maybe, 'Kim'.
Taehyung’s so involved in this thought process that he almost misses the small noise of a body moving on his left, right beside him. He freezes up and turns immediately--quite a feat, considering how narrow the space is--aiming his gun into the darkness.
“Hello?” he says, trying to keep his voice calm. As far as he knows, though, he has the upper hand, and the person hiding away in here doesn’t have a weapon.
'No mercy', he reminds himself, and cocks his gun. “Who's there?” he cries, stepping back reflexively as a body moves around.
There’s no real light, so Taehyung reaches around and finds the switchblade, which he’s pretty sure has some sort of flashlight in its handle. He’s proven right when he finds the small LED at the edge of the surface, and pushes it on before shining it into the darkness.
There’s a small 'eep' of shock before Taehyung finds himself looking down at a young boy, probably around his age, and just as skinny. He’s brunette, and his eyes are a deep, chocolate brown.
“P- please, don’t shoot me,” he says. He stands up slowly until he’s at full height--which is just about as tall as Taehyung.
Taehyung looks him up and down. He’s not dressed in the enemy’s clothing, but he’s definitely not an intern either. In fact, he’s only in jeans and a hoodie, and he looks as if he just walked into the building by accident and found himself in the middle of a battlefield.
“What’s your name?” Taehyung says, and the kid smiles thankfully.

“Jungkook. What’s yours?” he asks, but Taehyung doesn’t answer. Now he really needs to find agent 'Kim'. He needs to tell him about the two extra Jeons, needs to drop off this unarmed kid to him too, needs to--
“I know a shortcut,” Jungkook says, and Taehyung looks over at him, eyebrows raised.

“How?”
“It’s how I got here in the first place,” Jungkook shrugs, leaning against the wall. “My dad owns this building, sometimes I sneak out here to waste time. Looks like I picked the wrong day to do it, though. There’s a lot of gross stuff going on out there.”
Taehyung scowls. “Tell me about it,” he says. Who is this kid? If he’s lying, Taehyung could be getting himself into a whole mess of trouble by just talking to him like this. But if he’s telling the truth, and his dad really owns the building, then that must mean--
“You’re Kim’s son?” he asks, and Jungkook gives him a curious look before smirking.

“Yeah.”

It makes sense, since Kim is the president of the Service, and his son would obviously know the ins and outs of this building--he was practically raised in it, or so Taehyung had heard.
He’d also heard that Kim’s son was broad and athletic, though, and the boy in front of him looks wiry and a bit lean. Damn, those workplace rumours could get really out of hand.
Kim’s son was supposed to be a great agent, one of the youngest to ever be on the field, but Taehyung doesn’t know how much he believes that anymore.

“I hate to sound like a buzzkill, but d’you mind turning your light off? It’s only going to attract more unwanted attention.”
Taehyung scolds himself mentally, because the boy is right--how could he have been so careless? He turns the light off, blanketing the two of them in darkness again. It’s almost comforting.

“So what do we do now?” Jungkook asks, and Taehyung closes his eyes and tries to think.
“Well. We could just wait in here until it all stops and then try to find our way out of this mess.”

“Spoken like a true newbie.”

“Don’t act like you know me, kid.”

Jungkook laughs. “‘Kid’? I’m 19, basically your age.”

"I'm 21, so you might want to start using honorifics."
Silence envelops them for a few minutes, before Taehyung sighs. “You could always show me that shortcut you were talking about.”

“Now that’s an idea. I like that one. Let’s do that.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes and sticks his head out of the place they’re wedged in, looking around. It seems all clear, so he slides himself out and pastes himself to the wall.
“Come out,” he hisses, and waits for Jungkook to copy him, but the boy just walks out casually, standing in the middle of the hall like he’s completely safe.

“What the hell are you doing?” Taehyung spits, through gritted teeth. “I thought you didn’t want to get shot!”
“I know what I’m doing. I’m a Kim, remember?” Jungkook says, in almost a mocking tone of voice. He strolls down the hallway until he finds an unlocked door. “No one’s going to shoot me. Come here.”
Taehyung swears under his breath but then runs across the hall, sliding into the room after Jungkook and locking the door. “Now what?”

“Now this,” Jungkook says, and lunges forward, pressing his mouth to Taehyung’s.
It takes Taehyung a second to react and he’s completely shocked when he finds himself kissing back, pushing into Jungkook with desire and sliding their tongues together. It’s a kiss of desperation, of fear, as if it’s the last kiss either one of them are going to have.
By the time Taehyung pulls away, Jungkook looks dazed but satisfied, his lips slightly pink in the dim light of the room. He grins and Taehyung realizes he has the cutest bunny-like smile. But he pushes that thought away as his face fills with confusion. What just happened?
“What the hell?” Taehyung asks, but Jungkook just laughs.

“You seemed to enjoy it, soldier,” he says, and Taehyung glares at him. “C’mon, lighten up. You’re cute. And I figured, if we were going to die anyways, it’d be nice to get a good make out session in first, you know?”
Taehyung scowls. Kim’s kid is turning out to be more annoying than helpful. “Is there even a shortcut, you prick?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Now now, don’t go getting all dramatic on me. I’m nothing if not a man of my word.”
He walks over to a corner of the room and kicks at the wall until Taehyung hears a metallic clang and something falls to the ground.

“Ta-da!” Jungkook says, and Taehyung walks over to see that Jungkook’s opened up the air vent.
“That’s brilliant,” Taehyung says, without really realising it, then straightens up immediately. “But you’re still a prick.”
Jungkook shrugs. “Not the first time I’ve been told that. Anyways, I figured that the adults couldn’t really fit through these well, so they didn’t even factor them into their plans. Dumbasses.”
Taehyung nods. “You first.”

“Aww,” Jungkook says, pouting exaggeratedly. “But I wanted to stare at your tiny butt the whole time.”

“Listen here, you little--”
“Fine, fine, I’m going,” Jungkook says, getting on his knees and putting his upper body into the vent. He pauses in that position for a few seconds, though, and Taehyung wonders why until he realises that Jungkook’s literally wiggling his own butt in place.
Taehyung steps back and gives a well-aimed kick to it, making Jungkook yelp and fall forward.

“Jeez! I was just trying to give you a little show, damn...” he mutters, and crawls ahead. Taehyung smirks and follows him, turning around to clip the vent cover back into place.
He turns back and moves forward, his face coming into immediate contact with Jungkook’s bottom, which has been waiting right in front of him.

“My, quite forward, aren’t we?” Jungkook says, and smirks over his shoulder. “Buy me dinner first, at least.”
The whole reason he joined the Service was to help people, to prove to his father that he’s brave, courageous and resilient. So, as much as he wants to run away, he knows he’s got to do what he was sent here to do.

“Take us to people who can help.”
“On it,” Jungkook says, then crawls forward a bit, stopping suddenly as a turn comes into view. Taehyung notices this too late and falls forward again, his cheek bumping right into Jungkook’s butt.
“You really need to stop doing that,” Jungkook says, and Taehyung grinds his teeth, willing himself to not lose his temper.

“Jungkook, I swear to god--”

“Shh, be quiet,” Jungkook interrupts. “If we talk too loud or too much, they’ll hear us.”
Taehyung has to bite his cheek to keep from attacking Jungkook but continues to diligently follow him through the vents. It’s dark, so Taehyung pulls out the switchblade again and shines the light above them so it gives them a little bit of illumination.
Jungkook seems to know where he’s going, though, never hesitating at turns or stopping to think about the next move. The longer they crawl, the more subdued Jungkook seems, and the more suspicious Taehyung gets.
Jungkook doesn’t seem like the well-trained son of a leader of an elite group of soldiers. He isn’t even making any smart-ass remarks or trying to flirt with Taehyung anymore. Instead, he's coming across as sombre and nervous, his breathing growing shallower and shallower.
After a while, Taehyung starts to notice that even the walls around them seem to be coming closer together until the two of them aren’t even crawling as much as they are shuffling through the vents.
It’s a tight, uncomfortable fit, even with the two of them being as lithe as they are, and Taehyung can feel his guns and gadgets digging into his ribs and hips with every move he makes.

“I have a confession to make,” Jungkook pants, using his elbows to move himself forward.
“And what’s that?” Taehyung asks, trying to sound composed though he’s nervous as hell on the inside. He’s exhausted; he’s been following this stranger around for what seems like at least a half hour, and he’s been sceptical of the boy’s identity for the better part of it.
He doesn’t have the energy or means to crawl all the way back to where he came from--there’s barely any space to turn around right now and he hasn’t been keeping track of the turns Jungkook’s made.
He doesn’t know how far the two of them are from an exit, meaning that he could literally die inside these vents and no one would ever know.
“I’m kind of claustrophobic,” Jungkook confesses, and Taehyung’s sure that if the other boy could see the death glare that he's sending his way, he’d shrink back in guilt.
“Perfect,” Taehyung states. “Great. Just the best kind of cherry on top of this complete mess of a sundae.” He lets out a sigh and rests his head on the cool metal beneath him. “Do you even have any idea where we are?”
Jungkook scoffs. “Duh. And we’re not too far from an exit, actually, but I’m a bit--I don’t know how much longer I can keep going on in here.”

Taehyung frowns. “What, are you going to faint or something?”

There’s a pause. “Maybe. It’s not unheard of.”
“You can’t. You’re in front of me. If you lose consciousness, we’ll both be stuck in here.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“How do I know you’re not just messing around with me?”

“Believe me, dear Tae Tae, if I was messing with you, you’d know it.”
"Don't call me that."

Taehyung sighs again. “How far are we from an exit?”

“Maybe four, five meters?”

Taehyung stops and thinks for a moment. “Okay, well. That’s not too bad, really. Is there- I dunno, can I talk you through it, or something?”
“Maybe,” Jungkook says, and Taehyung can hear that his breathing’s picked up speed. “I- I don’t--”

“Just--close your eyes. Keep moving, but keep them closed. I’ll tell you if there’s any turns or anything.”
“Alright,” Jungkook says, hesitantly. He takes a jagged inhale and starts moving forward again, a bit slower than before.

“Keep your eyes shut,” Taehyung orders.

“They are,” Jungkook assures him, exasperated.
“Okay. Um,” Taehyung bites his lip, thinking. “Imagine you’re in a wide open space.”

“Wow,” Jungkook replies. “So descriptive.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Okay, imagine you’re on a warm, sunny beach. No people around, the sun shining down on you, only a few clouds in the sky--”
Jungkook stops moving. “Are you on this beach with me?”

Taehyung scowls. “No.”

“Then what’s the point? I’d just get a sunburn and have sand stuck all over me. Useless.”

“Jungkook, move.”

“No. Not until you come up with a better scenario.”
“God, you’re such a brat,” Taehyung spits, but Jungkook stays still. He groans and wracks his brain for an alternative.

“Okay. You’re in a wide, open grassy knoll. It’s quiet and calm around you, not too hot and not too cold, and you can hear little birds in the distance.”
Jungkook hums in approval. “I do like little birds,” he says, and starts to move forward again.
“Right. And there’s a nice breeze blowing, and you’ve got blankets, pillows and a nice book with you, so you’re spread out on the ground, reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, or whatever.”
Jungkook lets out a small laugh and Taehyung can’t help but smile at the little victory. The other boy’s breathing is already a lot calmer and the two of them are moving at a steady pace.
There’s a wall coming up, with an option to turn either left or right, and as much as Taehyung wants to avoid telling Jungkook till the last second, just to see him hit his head--as payback--he knows that it might just make the whole situation a lot worse for the two of them.
“Jungkook, there’s a branch coming up... left or right?” he asks, trying to keep his voice calm.

“Right,” Jungkook says, easily, and makes the turn as soon as he reaches it, letting Taehyung catch a glimpse of his face in the dim light.
Jungkook looks focused, eyes squeezed shut and brow furrowed as he moves forward, the first time Taehyung’s seen him act like a real member of the Service. Maybe he can trust this kid.
“Thank god,” Jungkook whispers, when they finally reach their exit. He shoves at the grille, knocking it out, and shimmies through the hole in front of him.
Taehyung’s quick to move out right after, not allowing Jungkook an opportunity to trap him in the vent--just in case--and he takes deep, grateful gulps of the fresh air that envelops him.
“Well, that was quite the adventure, wasn’t it?” Jungkook says, taking a few deep breaths and then standing up, brushing the dust off his shirt.
Taehyung just chuckles, allowing himself a couple more seconds of rest before getting onto his feet as well. “So,” he starts. “Where’s the people that can help us?”

Jungkook gives him a guilty look. “Well... I sort of lied.”
Crap. Oh, crap. “What the hell does that mean?” Taehyung says, and he’s got his gun pulled out before he realises it, pressed against Jungkook’s forehead like it’s already some sort of automatic reaction.
He tries to look serious, but he knows that he wouldn’t be able to shoot the boy. He’s already warmed up to him, a bit, which was definitely reckless of him, and he scolds himself for being so trusting right away. He hopes Jungkook isn’t able to figure any of this out, though.
Surprisingly, Jungkook just rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Calm it, Janet,” he says, which is both frustrating and unbearably cool. “It’s nothing bad. See, I’m the help here. I’m here to help you. Ta-da!” Jungkook grins, sticking one foot out and doing jazz hands.
Taehyung doesn’t put his gun down. “And you’ve helped. So now what? Where are we?”

“Well,” Jungkook begins, clearing his throat, looking a bit disappointed at Taehyung’s continued threat. “As of right now, we happen to be right next to the room where Jeon 1 is.”
Taehyung freezes. “What?!” he exclaims, finally lowering his gun. There’s no way this is true. And if it is, well, Taehyung’s definitely isn't even confident enough to fight one or two enemy guards, let alone the ringleader of the whole operation.
“Relax,” Jungkook assures him. “It’s no big deal. There’s only a couple men in there besides him, it should be pretty easy to take him out.”
“Jungkook,” Taehyung says, slowly, “I can’t do this. This is my first day on the field, okay? I’ve never even shot anyone for real. You need to get me out of here, now.”
“What? No way,” Jungkook says, frowning. “You’ve got to do this. They picked this location because they knew the average Service soldier couldn’t make their way up here. I guess they never figured that someone your size would be trying to fight them.”
Taehyung flips Jungkook off, and Jungkook just laughs. He makes a good point, though. Taehyung definitely has the element of surprise on his side right now, and he can lend Jungkook a gun. With the two of them armed and attacking out of nowhere, it’s possible that they could--
“Drop your weapons!”
Taehyung grabs Jungkook and pushes him against the wall behind them. The only door in the room is the one that’s right next to them and Taehyung can hear the sounds of fighting through the cracks in the frame.
Right in the nick of time, it seems, since the sound of gunfire echoes through the area not a second later, specks of stucco snowing down on the two of them as bullets start breaking through the drywall.
“Well, crap,” Jungkook says, wiping powdered plaster off his face. “Someone beat us to it.”

“Stay quiet,” Taehyung hisses. He’s not exactly sure who’s winning the fight right now, and he’d rather not be shot by any of Jeon’s men at the moment.
“Hands in the air, Jeon,” a strong voice says, and then Taehyung hears a grunt and a loud thud. Everything’s silent for a moment until the voice from before lets out a sigh and a couple people cheer.
“Don’t celebrate too soon, lads. Jeon 2 is still out there somewhere. Someone get me some cuffs, let’s tie this prick up.”
Taehyung feels relief flood through him. These guys are from the Service and he’s not going to die--not today, at least. He lets out a chuckle and slowly stands up, brushing himself off.
“Time to make ourselves known, huh, Jungkook?” he mutters, opening the door in front of him. Almost in an instant, he’s got four or five guns pointed at him.
“Uh,” he starts, blinking at the men in front of him. There’s a couple he doesn’t recognise, but he immediately places two tall men he’d met earlier.

“Taehyung,” one of them acknowledges, lowering his gun. “It’s okay, lads, he’s one of our own.”
“I don’t recognise him,” someone says, and Taehyung’s gaze shifts over to a broad-shouldered kid with a severe buzz cut and the most expressive eyebrows he’s ever seen.
He doesn’t look like he could be much older than Taehyung, but Taehyung realises with a start that it was this boy’s voice he heard bossing Jeon 1 around.
Speaking of--Taehyung looks around until he sees the man they’ve caught, and he’s clearly knocked unconscious on the carpet, his hands and feet bound tight.
“He’s an intern, he hasn’t ever been on the field before,” the other brother says, and Taehyung’s attention is on them again.
“Hmm,” the boy with the buzz cut says, sizing Taehyung up. Taehyung straightens up a bit without meaning to and immediately regrets it when he sees the boy smirk. “He’s a bit skinny. How’d you even get in that storage room?”
Taehyung scowls, both at the boy’s comment about his physique and at the fact that he hadn’t even realised that him and Jungkook had been in a storage room. God, he really needs to be more observant. He clears his throat.
“The vents,” he states, and sees the boy’s large eyebrows rise in surprise. “Guess being this skinny comes in handy sometimes.”

“And pray tell, Taehyung,” the boy says, clicking off the last consonant of Taehyung’s name, “what did you intend to do by hiding out in that closet?”
Taehyung flushes a bit. “I don’t--um, there was another agent with me, we were planning on storming the room, hopefully taking Jeon 1 by surprise.”
The boy snorts. “Well it’s a good thing you didn’t. He had about twenty men hidden in the dark, surrounding him from every angle. You would’ve looked like Swiss cheese if you’d gone through with that.”
“Oh,” Taehyung says, swallowing down a lump of anxiety that had formed in his throat. “Good that you lot came around, then.”

“Where’s the other agent you were talking about?”
“Oh, he’s probably still in the room, I--” Taehyung says, turning and opening the door behind him. He opens his mouth to call out to Jungkook, but the room’s empty. Jungkook’s run off and Taehyung immediately spots the loose grille that’s been tossed onto the floor by the vent.
“Umm, there’s no one else in here, dude,” the boy says, coming up to stand next to Taehyung.

“Really? I hadn't noticed,” Taehyung replies dryly, and the boy looks taken aback. What, he can dish it, but he can’t take it?

“Did you catch his name?”
“Yeah,” Taehyung says, turning around and walking back into the main room, where the other agents are murmuring amongst themselves. He scratches his neck, sighing.
The last thing he wants to report is their boss’s kid running away from a situation like this, but he knows he as to be upfront about it. He rubs his eyes and sighs again. “He was Kim’s kid."
The entire room goes silent, and Taehyung looks up in surprise, cataloguing the agents’ concerned and surprised looks before turning around to the boy behind him.
“Was he, now?” the boy asks, pursing his lips and walking up to Taehyung. It’s like Taehyung can suddenly sense that something really bad is about to happen.
With every step the boy takes, Taehyung feels more and more anxious, until the two of them are face to face and Taehyung feels like he’s going to throw up his own heart.
The boy smiles at him, obviously sensing his nervousness, and holds a hand out, saying the one thing that Taehyung absolutely does not want to hear right now:

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Kim Namjoon.”
――――――――――――
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Taehyung says, after Namjoon’s shown him his ID and the other agents have confirmed Namjoon’s identity to be true. “What the hell? If you’re Kim Namjoon’s son, then who was that kid?”
Namjoon shrugs. “Beats me. If he was one of our own, he’d be armed and suited up. But I don’t think any of Jeon’s men would try to lead you to the lair to help kill their boss, so I have absolutely no idea who he could be.
I mean, it’s always possible he was just setting you up to be killed, but,” Namjoon looks Taehyung up and down. “You’re just an intern. You don’t really hold much value in their eyes. If they wanted to kill you, they would’ve killed you already.”
“Wow,” Taehyung replies, his voice heavy with sarcasm. “Thanks a bunch.”

“What did this guy look like?” Namjoon asks, obviously ignoring Taehyung’s sardonic comment.
Taehyung sighs. “He was my height, same body type, about 2, maybe 3 years younger than me. Brunette, bone straight hair, as though he'd had it straightened, bunny smile, brown eyes too,” he adds as an afterthought, suddenly remembering how close they'd been to each other.
He feels himself blush a bit and hopes that nobody notices. But when he looks up at Namjoon again, the other boy is just frowning down at him, oblivious to Taehyung’s little flashback.

“Taehyung,” he says, slowly. “You just described--”
There’s a loud bang from beside them before Namjoon can finish talking, though, and the door to the room they’re in falls off the hinges as a slew of men enter, guns raised.

“Crap,” Namjoon cusses. “Shoot on sight!”
In the blink of an eye, the room’s filled with the sounds of whizzing bullets and shouts of surprise; mostly from the enemy men, though, Taehyung notices, as the agents from the Service are shooting at the intruders quickly and with startling efficiency.
“Pick up your damn weapon, Taehyung!” Namjoon shouts, and Taehyung sits up with a start, reaching for his gun and aiming it at the mass in front of him.
Someone’s moved a large, padded table up as a barricade so he has some cover, and he takes a shuddering breath as he cocks his gun and peeks over the top.
There’s a man in the middle of the enemy line, and though his expression looks furious, his features still seem eerily familiar. He’s clearly the leader of the group and Taehyung realizes with a start that he’s Jeon 2.
He’s surrounded by at least ten or fifteen men, though a few drop dead just as Taehyung notices them.

Okay. He can do this. He’s trained for this before. It’s nothing like what he’s used to, but he can do this.
He takes another breath and sits up properly, aiming for the man directly to the right of Jeon 2.
He doesn’t really focus on where he’s shooting, because he doesn’t actually want to think about the fact that he might be killing someone, so his bullet hits the guy in the knee, which sends him tumbling down with a cry.
Taehyung gulps and goes to aim for his kill shot but someone gets there before him, which is both an annoyance and a relief.
But maybe he can use this to his advantage--if he can disarm all the men, or at least make them easier targets, it’ll be a lot simpler for his fellow agents to take them out. So that’s what he sets out to do.
He decides not to go down the row, it’d be too obvious where the shots are coming from and he’d be putting a huge target on himself.
So he works randomly, targeting a soldier and shooting their shoulder, knee, ankle, or wrist, some major joint that’ll hurt like hell when hit but won’t cause them to bleed out or die. The person falls, drops their weapon, becomes an easier target for the other agents.
It’s a simple process but it’s lethally efficient, and it’s not long before every single one of Jeon 2’s men is down, leaving the man in question panting behind of the pile of dead bodies, covered in sweat and blood, his darting eyes filled with rage.
“What did you do with my father?” he asks, and Namjoon stands up from behind the barricade, eyes narrowed. Taehyung can practically feel the tension between the two of them--both sons with powerful fathers, trying hard to continue their paternal legacies.
“He’s alive,” Namjoon answers, and Jeon 2 lets out a painful yell. It looks like he’s preparing to charge Namjoon but freezes up suddenly.
“Don’t move,” a new voice says, a far too familiar voice, and Taehyung feels his stomach drop as someone walks out from behind Jeon 2, pressing a gun to the man’s neck.

“It’s Jeon 3,” Taehyung hears one of the agents whisper, but that’s not the name he knows this boy by.
“Hi again,” Jungkook says, giving Taehyung a smile as if he doesn’t have a weapon aimed at his...brother?

“You’re--” Taehyung starts, and Jungkook shrugs.

“Yeah. I didn’t even have to make up an identity with you, did I? You just assumed I was Kim’s kid, so I let you.”
Taehyung chances a look over at Namjoon, who’s giving him an utterly disappointed glare. Well, he deserves that, he supposes.

“Why did you lead Taehyung here?” Namjoon asks Jungkook, who smiles again.
“Is that your name? Taehyung? I like it. It suits you.” He winks in Taehyung's direction.

“Jeon,” Namjoon warns, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.
“Fine, yes, whatever, Kim, I brought Taehyung here because I wanted to keep him safe and off of the battlefield. Also, I was kind of hoping he’d radio some of you up here so you could take my father down. Happy?”
Namjoon looks taken aback, but it’s nowhere near to how surprised Jeon 2 looks.

“Jungkook--” he starts, and the look Jungkook gives his brother is murderous.
“Shut the hell up, Junghyun. I don’t know what dad did to make you so goddamn bloodthirsty. It’s ridiculous and disgusting, and it’s so beneath us. This needs to stop. You two need to be stopped.”
Jeon 2--whose real name is Junghyun, it seems--lets out a chuckle. “You never could handle a little blood, could you?”

Jungkook cocks his head. “Oh no?” he says, and then moves his hand down and shoots Junghyun straight through his shoulder.
“I got that move from Taehyung. Nice tactic, by the way,” Jungkook adds, looking up at Taehyung, while Junghyun screams in agony. “Disarming and wounding the shooters so they’re easier to hit? Clever.”
“Thanks,” Taehyung mutters, his voice weak. He looks up at Namjoon again but Namjoon’s expression is more calculating this time, as if he’s finally figuring out what Taehyung did.
Junghyun is on his knees by now. He starts bleeding profusely but, Jungkook doesn’t even flinch at the sight. “What the hell, Jungkook?”

“I’m sick of this. I’m sick of you and I’m sick of everyone dying. But if I have to kill you two to make sure no one else dies, then I will.”
“What are you--” Junghyun starts, but Jungkook sends a bullet straight through his forehead before he can finish his sentence. Junghyun teeters a bit before falling backwards, a blank look on his face that Taehyung doesn’t think he’ll ever manage to erase from his mind.
It’s quiet again in the room until Jungkook sighs and drops his gun, running a hand through his hair before looking up at Namjoon.

“I know you’ve got plans to interrogate my dad, but it’s too late,” he says, and Namjoon frowns.
“I only knocked him out, I didn’t--” he argues, but Jungkook holds a hand up and even Namjoon looks surprised that he stops talking.
“I poisoned him this morning,” Jungkook explains. “He must have died about ten minutes ago. Sorry.” He sighs again. “It had to be done. But, on the plus side,” he adds, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small USB drive, “Everything you'll need is on here.”
Jungkook tosses it over to Namjoon, who catches it easily, giving Jungkook a confused look.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks, and Jungkook smirks.

“I don’t want to be known for what my father did. I don’t want to be connected to his messes anymore. I’m going to start anew.”
Namjoon scowls at him. “You know I’m going to have to arrest you.”

Jungkook beams back at him. “Sure. But to do that, you’re gonna have to catch me first.”

And before Taehyung can begin to comprehend what was happening--

everything goes black.
――――――――――――
When Taehyung’s eyes blink open, he has no idea what time it is. It takes him a second to realise where he is and when he does he sits up immediately, almost falling back down at how fast his head spins.
He hears a few groans and looks around to see other members of the Service also sitting up and looking around confusedly.

“Where are we?”

“Where’s Jeon 3?”

“What the hell--”

“Shit, my head--”

“He’s gone! He escaped!”

“Quiet down!”
Taehyung blinks over in the direction of the last voice and it’s Namjoon, of course, who’s already standing up and looking more annoyed by the second. He holds up a small, black metal cylinder.
“He probably put these in the vents to knock us out. Must’ve deployed them right after I told him I was going to arrest him,” Namjoon shakes his head, looking down at the ground. “A stupid move on my part.”
“Hey, Taehyung, you good?” one of the agents says, appearing by Taehyung’s side and helping him up. “You haven’t had any field training yet, you must be feeling kind of woozy, huh?”
“No, I’m--” Taehyung starts, but then feels his legs give out. Another body holds him up on his other side and he looks round to see Namjoon supporting him.
The way Namjoon’s standing, their faces are only millimeters apart, and for the first time, Taehyung sees Namjoon look at him without a trace of snobbery, annoyance, or anger. “I’m fine.”
Namjoon instantly turns a bit pink—interesting, Taehyung’ll have to look into that later—but nods at the other agent, and the two of them help carry Taehyung out of the room.
Taehyung feels more and more awake as they walk, and by the time they step outside, all he has to do is take a few deep breaths of fresh air to feel steady on his feet again.
“Thanks,” he says, mostly to Namjoon, and, to his surprise, Namjoon offers him what seems to be the first genuine smile he’s seen of the day.
“No problem. And, uh, what Jeon 3 said in there, about you setting up the soldiers to make easier targets, that was really smart thinking. If you hadn’t done that, we would’ve probably lost that fight. We were ridiculously outnumbered.”
Taehyung shrugs. “Just doing my job, I guess,” he says, and Namjoon laughs. It’s so unlike the Namjoon he’s just seen that he doesn’t really know how to react. He freezes for a few seconds, before giving Namjoon a smile back.
“Not bad for your first mission,” Namjoon says, and it looks like he’s going to say more when someone calls his name from a few feet away.
He gives Taehyung a small smile and walks over to a group of people made up of folks Taehyung doesn’t recognize, except for one man--the rough-looking guy with a wounded arm that Taehyung had come face-to-face with when he’d been taken out of the van this morning.
They talk for a few minutes, Namjoon gesturing back to Taehyung and the other agents once or twice, before the group walks over to them.

Everyone immediately organizes themselves into a straight line, arms behind their backs.
Taehyung looks around, worried, but doesn’t have time to add himself into the formation before the group approaches him.

“This is the intern I was telling you about,” Namjoon says, almost proudly, it seems. Taehyung feels his cheeks heat up.
“Ah, yes, I remember you from the van. What’s your name, son?” the wounded man asks. There’s a slightly shorter man behind him who’s sizing him up in a less friendly way. Taehyung clears his throat.
“Kim Taehyung, sir,” he answers, hoping he’s following protocol. The man smiles.
“Kim Dohyeon. Pleasure to meet you. It’s nice to see young men like you stepping up to the occasion.”
Taehyung just nods dumbly, processing the information he’s just been given. Then this is—this is the Kim Dohyeon, isn’t it? Namjoon’s dad? He looks over to Namjoon for confirmation, but the other boy is just smirking at him.
Taehyung covertly flips him off behind his back and has to stifle a laugh at seeing Namjoon look so taken aback.
Dohyeon is thankfully completely oblivious to this interaction and turns to gesture to the man behind him. “This is Kim Seokjin, my second in command. Have you met?”
“Don’t think I’d forget a face like that,” Seokjin mutters, and Taehyung blinks at him, unsure of how to interpret that statement. “But pleasure to meet you. Glad to see you could help steer the boys towards a win.”
“You’re an intern, Namjoon said? In what field, might I ask?” Dohyeon inquires.
“Um, Weapons and Technology Research and Enhancement,” Taehyung answers.

“Hmm, I see. Ever had any interest in becoming a field agent?”

Taehyung gapes at Dohyeon.
“Of course. That’s the goal, right?”

“You’d be surprised. But that’s not relevant. What does matter is that you’ve helped to dismantle one of the most ruthless crime organisations in the world. And that is enough to warrant a promotion. So welcome to the field, Agent Taehyung.”
Taehyung’s not sure who looks more surprised: Seokjin, Namjoon, or himself. He can barely breathe, let alone speak, so it takes him a few seconds of blinking at Dohyeon like an idiot before he manages to say his thoughts. “Wow, I- thank you! It’s an honour, truly.”
Dohyeon gives him a laugh, patting him on the shoulder and moving down the line to talk to the rest of the agents, who all greet him with a smile.

“Congratulations,” Namjoon says, walking up to Taehyung, grinning wide. “You're pretty damn good, kid.”
“Thanks,” Taehyung pauses, cocking his head. “Boss?”

Namjoon blushes and shrugs. “I guess.”
It’s so strange to see him act like this when only an hour ago he was brutally kicking ass, looking at Taehyung like he was ready to tear him apart.
Now he seems more withdrawn, more shy, and it’s actually kind of adorable. But there’s still something nagging at Taehyung, keeping him from being totally relaxed about the completion of the mission.
“So,” he starts, running a hand through his hair, “have you talked to your dad about Jungkook?”

There’s a flash of some dark expression that crosses Namjoon’s face for a moment, but he schools his features into something neutral almost immediately.
“Jungkook is... probably going to be a handful, I can tell you that. But I’m not a hundred percent sure what we’re going to do about it.
He’s actually never been involved with the crimes the other Jeons have committed and the only actual illegal thing he did was execute his brother and father, which, if I’m being honest, we were probably going to do anyway, after some interrogation.
Junghyun was too dangerous to be kept alive, as was his father, Jungkook knew that. As of right now, Jungkook hasn’t done anything to warrant a criminal charge besides escaping when we wanted to question him, so we can’t really hunt him down until he does something illegal.”
Taehyung looks at Namjoon curiously. “And you think he’s going to?”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “You think he isn’t?”

Taehyung shrugs and breaks his gaze with Namjoon, afraid that the other boy might get too much information from his face right now.
“He didn’t seem like the bad guy type, y’know? Just a nuisance, if anything.”

“You’d be surprised what people can change into,” Namjoon says ominously, and Taehyung frowns. “Just don’t let your guard down if he somehow gets in contact with you.
I don’t know what it is, but something tells me he really took to you today, and Jungkook doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to let those things go.”
Taehyung’s mind flashes back to the quick kiss he’d had with Jungkook once more, and luckily Namjoon turns away to talk to someone else before Taehyung feels his own face turn hot.
He looks down at the ground, kicking a couple pebbles around, nervous because of what Namjoon had just said. Would Jungkook really try to get in touch with him? What’s the proper protocol then? What if Jungkook just wants to go on a date or something? Can Taehyung do that?
Before he has time to really lose himself in those questions, though, he feels a body slam into him from behind.

“Taehyung!” a voice cries into his ear, and even though it’s painfully loud, Taehyung’s able to categorise it as Mingyu's brother.
“I don’t think I properly introduced myself,” the one who’s not hanging off of him says, holding a hand out. “I’m Seokmin. You’ve met Hyungwon.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung confirms, as Hyungwon excitedly noogies him.
Seokmin laughs, and it’s genuine enough that Taehyung can't help but grin along. “We were gonna have a little shindig at ours to celebrate a job well done. You up for it?”
“Really?” Taehyung asks, eyes wide, before realising that it probably makes him look a little desperate. “I mean, yeah. For sure.”
Hyungwon pats him on the back as Seokmin gives him a little salute, then the two walk off to another agent, probably to invite him to their party too. Taehyung can’t believe it. A promotion, new friends, and he’s gonna be able to get drunk as hell tonight to celebrate it all?
He can’t help but smile to himself, putting his hands behind his head and looking up at the now dim evening sky.
He’s sure he looks weird right now but, he couldn't care less about what everyone might be thinking about him at the moment. He’s not really paying attention to anything around him, so when someone calls out his name, it jolts him back to reality.
“Hey, Taehyung! We’re driving out!” someone calls, and Taehyung smiles at the fact that people seem to know his name now.
He jogs over to where there’s a long line of black vans and climbs into the last one, taking a seat next to a couple people he doesn’t really know, which he’s kind of happy about.
He’s always been the type of person to prefer solitude, and knowing the amount of social interaction he’s going to have coming up tonight, he’s going to revel in however much of it he has in the moment.
Speaking of the party--he doesn’t think he has either of the Mingyu or Hyunfwon's number. He pulls out his phone, ready to ask if anyone in the car has their contact info, when he sees that he’s got two texts from an unknown number.
"Catch you later,"

the first message says, followed by--

"love, Jungkook. ;)"
Taehyung’s stomach drops and he can’t even catalogue how he’s feeling. He’s caught somewhere in between giggling like a little kid with a crush and losing his goddamn mind. What the hell is Jungkook trying to do to him? Moreover, why can’t Taehyung get him out of his head?
His phone buzzes in his hand and he looks down to see that he’s just received another text from Jungkook.

"Look out the window, Tae Tae."
Taehyung almost snaps his neck with the speed at which he lifts his head up, looking out of the window right next to him. He doesn’t see anything at first, but after a minute he can make out a smallish figure in between the trees.
Jungkook’s face comes into view, a grin spread across his features. Taehyung feels the van rumble as the driver starts it up, and the last thing he sees before they drive away is Jungkook blowing him a kiss, and that cute, cute bunny smile.
―――――――――――
It’s cold outside when Taehyung steps out of his apartment building, wrapped up in a scarf and jacket that collectively cost more than two months of his rent here.
But he remembers the advice his mother had given him long ago, how it was worth it to shell out the cash for coats and shoes, since you got a lot of wear out of the well-made ones and it also made you look distinguished enough to have even strangers respect you.
Taehyung can’t deny that this is true; he doesn’t really live in a very posh flat, which drives some of his friends crazy, considering the amount he makes at the Service, but he knows all the people he meets think that he’s staying in one of the newly-renovated high-rises.
It’s a compliment, he supposes, and he indulges them sometimes, shelling out for bottle service or purchasing ultimate VIP packages for concerts and whatnot.
He never really has anyone over, though, which is good, because he considers his small, cosy place to be a haven for himself and no one else.
Being in this line of work is tiring, and appearance is everything, so Taehyung uses that as excuse to ensure that his place is as relaxing as possible. He sleeps in one bedroom and paints in the other, and his living room has more books and video games than he can count..
It’s his place to unwind and get some rest so he doesn’t look tired or crappy when he’s on a mission; he needs to look his best when he’s trying to seduce some European princess so he can get access to her dick head father’s money laundering business or whatever.
Taehyung’s idea of not looking great, though, seems to be contradictory to everyone else’s understanding of the phrase.
Even when he looks and feels his worst, he has people flirting with him and asking for his number and checking him out. It’s no different this morning, when Taehyung counts no less than fourteen people giving him a once-over.
He thinks he even catches a girl take a picture of him at one point, and the only reason he doesn’t confront her about it is because he’s already late for work, and he knows how much Seokjin hates that.
He feels colder than usual, though. He remembers that he doesn’t have that much hair on his head anymore since getting it cut the previous weekend since he was struggling to see through it.
He’d felt like it was the time for change, as if something was stirring in the air, ready to knock him down on his butt. He’d wanted to grow a beard for so long, but being in the Service, everyone had to be presentable, clean-cut.
He reminds himself to buy a beanie, or to at least nick one from Jimin or Yoongi when he reaches the office; the last thing he needs right now is to catch a cold.

“Morning, Ji-Yeon,” Taehyung mumbles, as he walks into the small but warm convenience store a short while later.
The older woman behind the register just grunts in reply, barely glancing up from her newspaper to acknowledge Taehyung’s arrival. Taehyung walks over to the hot food station, scanning the options before picking up a breakfast burrito.
The label promises that it’s spicy, but he buys a bottle of Sriracha just in case. Everyone tells him off for eating junk food all the time but Taehyung already puts his life at risk daily because of his job, he figures he might as well be just as reckless with his diet.
“Thanks, Ji-Yeon,” Taehyung says, mouth full of bland burrito, and she waves him off as he walks back out of the shop. Ugh. The burrito definitely needs some hot sauce.
He opens up the door marked ‘Employees Only’ and pushes aside the buckets and cleaning supplies that’re in front of the black-and-white tiled back wall, pressing his palm against the third white tile from the ceiling, second from the right.
He waits for the gentle vibration of the fingerprint scanner, taking another bite of his burrito. There’s a small beep and Taehyung pulls his hand away, watching the middle tiles slide aside to reveal a small hallway.
It’s been years of working at the Service but Taehyung still can’t get over how cool the secret entrance is. He knows he’s one of the only people that uses it, and he can’t help but be amazed at the mechanics of it all; he feels like Harry Potter every time it opens.
But even though he’s walked this dimly-lit hallway a thousand times, he still feels on guard whenever he makes his way through it.
He doesn’t really trust that the walls are solid and he’s sure there’s security cameras down here--Seokjin would never miss the chance to put another one up--yet he still feels an ominous presence.
It’s his least favourite part of taking this entrance, and if he didn’t love the tile wall so much, this would be enough to get him to only use the main entrance to the building.
He speeds up a bit near the end, which is stupid, because he’s a professional spy, lethally trained with thousands of hours of combat training, but whatever. No one has to know.
He flips off the security camera above him, just in case someone is watching, and punches in the code to the door in front of him, breathing a sigh of relief as always when the lock clicks and he pulls it open.
He’s instantly hit with a burst of warm air and the scent of apple pie, and he looks over to his left, where the front desk is, for the source of the smell.

“Apple pie?” he asks, voicing his thoughts, and the small, candy floss pink haired man at the desk beams at him.
“Hi, Tae!” he says, jumping out of his chair and walking out from behind his desk to give Taehyung a bear hug. “It’s apple cinnamon this week.”

“So I was right,” Taehyung replies, returning the hug. “And hello, Jimin.”

“Wait a second,” Jimin says, abruptly leaning back.
“What? You got your hair all cut off?” he pouts. "I liked your long hair!"

Taehyung laughs. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I just felt like I had to switch it up. I could barely see!”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Whatever. At least I still look good,” he mutters, jumping up and sitting on the desk before swinging his legs over the other side.
The desk is supposed to be manned at all times, but Jimin manages to get his way somehow, convincing Jin to let him light different scented candles each week and dye his hair random colours and crank the heat up in the lobby since he gets cold easy and can’t type with gloves on.
Jimin’s on a whole different level of charm, and Taehyung’s often wondered why he isn’t an agent himself, but each time he thinks about that, he’s been shown a reason why.
And today’s no different: as Jimin attempts to sit down in his chair, he fails completely, falling to the floor with a yelp as his chair rolls away.

“You are the king of grace and beauty, Jiminie,” Taehyung quips, getting a middle finger over the top of the desk as a reply.
Taehyung laughs as he walks over to the lift, calling for one and stepping into it as the doors open. He turns back to see Jimin’s smiling face pop up over the top of the desk.

“Love you, Taehyung!” Jimin cries, and Taehyung winks at him before pressing the button for his floor.
His office is cool and smells like laundry detergent--just the way he likes it.
He knows that no one’s really supposed to enter it, partly because he’s got seniority and partly because it’s just rude to, but he’s always afraid that one day he’ll step in and everything will be off so he won’t be able to function properly.
He shrugs his scarf and coat off, hanging them up, then sits down at his desk. There’s a knock on the door just as he’s squirting a liberal amount of hot sauce onto his breakfast.

“Senior agent meeting in five.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, chomping down on his food.
They’ve had the same meeting every Monday morning since this organization was founded, he doesn’t get why he needs reminders. He couldn’t forget it was happening if he tried.
He figures he should make it there early, just in case, and possibly as a way to make up for how late he was coming into work, so he cleans up the remnants of his burrito, licking some sauce off his fingers.
He checks his reflection in the mirror by his door to make sure there’s nothing stuck in his teeth and then walks over to the conference room.

The way this building is set up is pretty imposing, and Taehyung’s not a huge fan of it, but he can deal.
It’s essentially just one long hallway where Taehyung is, with the other senior offices, and further down there’s a large conference room and common area.
The lower floors are where all the interns and junior agents work, and if Taehyung’s being honest, he really preferred his years down there than his time up here.
It’s like there’s so much pressure that comes just from having an office here and he doesn’t like that kind of attention on him; he’s never felt comfortable having all eyes on him.
Which, of course, is probably why fate cursed him with a face like his, since people never seem to stop staring at him, as proven by the events of this morning.
The one nice thing about the Monday morning meetings is that every senior agent is required to attend, and by ‘required’ Seokjin means ‘if you don’t show up, I’m just going to assume that you’re dead.’
Taehyung wishes he was making that quote up, but it’s verbatim from the day that Seokjin became the head of the Service. It’s kind of annoying, though, since he’s almost never at these meetings himself.
But because of the meetings, Taehyung gets to see everyone else that he often loses track of or misses running into, since people are either sitting in their offices behind closed doors or out on missions, unable to be contacted.
He takes a look around the conference room when he walks in. Seokmin and Hyungwon are already here, arguing about something dumb to do with sports, probably.
Namjoon’s sitting at the head of the too-large table, chin resting on the knuckles of his crossed hands. If Taehyung didn’t know any better, he’d just think that Namjoon seems lost in thought.
Fortunately for him, he can read Namjoon like a book by now, and he catches the way Namjoon’s chewing at his bottom lip, his brow furrowed deeply.
“I’m here!” Yoongi cries, and runs into the conference room, dropping himself down into a chair, panting. “I’m here. It’s okay. Not dead.”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow and takes the seat next to him.
“Flirting with the receptionist again?” he teases, and Yoongi just grins at him, winking. Taehyung can’t help but smile at that. Yoongi and Jimin are an enigma, really, but they just seem to fit together so well. Taehyung doesn’t think he knows of a cuter couple out there.
It was almost love at first sight the day they met, and he knows for a fact that they were already making out on Jimin’s couch by that night.
Their relationship isn’t really a secret but nobody really talks about it in a professional manner because it’s technically against the Service’s bylaws for employees to be involved with each other in that sense.
That doesn’t stop Yoongi and Jimin from being together, though, and Taehyung’s sure that Hyungwon’s hooked up with at least one of the junior agents here, so the most he can hope for at this point is that everyone uses protection.
“Thank you for joining us, Yoongi,” Namjoon says, and Yoongi gives Namjoon a thumbs-up. “Everyone have a good weekend?”

There’s a chorus of murmured 'yeses' from the group. “Good. We’ve got some new assignments and I wanted to know your level of interest.”
Taehyung leans back in his chair. This is one of his least favourite things to do--pick assignments. Contrary to why some of the other agents love this job, Taehyung is in it just because he’s good at it.
There’s no real huge thrill he gets from doing what he does, he doesn’t chase after adrenaline and danger like Yoongi and Namjoon. He’ll do whatever job he’s told, and he’s good at getting it done.
That’s what matters to him. He never really pipes up at the selections, usually waits till the last assignment is up for grabs, and then accepts it. The other guys used to kind of give him sympathetic looks until they realised that Taehyung just didn’t give a toss about it.
“As always, I’d suggest that you have at least two junior agents informed and ready to aid you, if needed,” Namjoon says, passing out manilla folders to each person at the table. “Don’t get reckless,” he adds, throwing a disappointed look at Yoongi, who just rolls his eyes.
Taehyung picks up his folder and opens it, scanning the list inside. It’s quiet for a moment as everyone looks over the options.
There’s some cut-and-dry things, like retrieving stolen property and whatnot, and one that looks tricky but fun--someone’s smuggling marijuana and cocaine in bars of chocolate and several higher-ups in South America have reached out to try and get the Service’s help to stop it.
The last option on the list, though, is the one that really catches Taehyung’s eye:

Case 6: CAPTURE FUGITIVE

SEX: M, HEIGHT: 1.78m, HAIR: brunette, EYES: brown.
It’s as if Taehyung knows exactly which name he’s going to see before his eyes even finish scrolling through the first couple of lines, because he feels an unfamiliar surge of excitement swoop through his stomach, one that he’s sorely missed.

NAME: JEON, JUNGKOOK
Taehyung doesn’t even have to read any of the rest of the case descriptions before dropping the folder onto the desk in front of him and looking up at Namjoon.

“I want six,” he says, with no hesitation, and everyone at the table turns to look at him.
Taehyung glances at their faces for a second, cataloguing the surprise—and amusement, in Yoongi’ case—but he looks at Namjoon for approval.

Namjoon’s jaw is clenched and Taehyung realizes that this may be what he was so worried about earlier.
“Taehyung,” Namjoon starts, “I was actually hoping to work on this one. If you’d like to be a reference on the case, you’re welcome to do that, but—”

“No,” Taehyung replies, surprised at how he’s reacting.
Sure, they’re all on a first-name basis and whatnot, but Namjoon’s the lead senior agent, and since he reports directly up to Seokjin, no one really argues with him over something like this out of fear of losing their jobs.
But there’s something inside Taehyung that’s urging him to fight for case, and he’s not one to go against his instincts like that.

It takes him a minute to realise that the table’s silent, no other agent really speaking, just looking between Taehyung and Namjoon.
Namjoon looks concerned but Taehyung’s not backing down.

“Let’s talk after this,” Namjoon says, and almost immediately it’s as if the tension breaks and Yoongi stands up, slamming his hand onto the table.
“I demand the marijuana chocolate case,” he announces, and at least half the table rolls their eyes.

“You’re supposed to recover all the pot, Yoongi, not smoke it,” Taehyung comments, and the table erupts in chuckles.
“No one here can pass for a stoner as well as I can,” Yoongi replies, and turns to Namjoon. “Namjoon?”

“Sure,” Namjoon answers, but it’s obvious his mind is somewhere else, since he’s looking at Taehyung pointedly. Yoongi whoops in victory regardless.
“Well, if that’s the way we’re doing things, I want the stolen art case,” Dongwoo says, and Soo Jung scoffs.

“Please. That one has my name written all over it.”

“It’ll take two agents anyways--one in Daegu and one in Busan,” Namjoon says, rubbing at his temples.
“France would be better-suited for Soo Jung, there’s a stubborn duke who needs charming.”

Dongwoo frowns and opens his mouth to protest but Namjoon holds up a hand.
“A stubbornly straight duke. Not that I’m not all for you giving it a try, but it’ll just make everything go a lot smoother.”

“Whatever,” Dongwoo says, stretching out in his chair. “Italy has better nightclubs anyways.”
“God,” Namjoon groans, “what did I ever do to deserve having to be in charge of you lot?”

“Oh hush up, Namjoon,” Yoongi says, rolling his eyes. “As if you’d ever have let any of us beat you out for this role.”
Namjoon throws a glare at Yoongi and then looks over at Hyungwon and Seokmin. “How about you two? Any selections?”

“Everything looks pretty standard, mate. Just give us something that’ll let us test out that new gun we just got,” Hyungwon says, wiggling his eyebrows.
Seokmin laughs and nods in agreement and Namjoon tsks at them, standing up and grabbing the case file.

“Taehyung?” he says, moving to walk out of the office, and Taehyung stands up to follow him.
Yoongi starts 'ooooh' -ing, as if Taehyung’s being taken to the principal’s office or something, so he makes sure to flick Yoongi good and hard in the ear on his way out.
“We need to talk to Seokjin,” Namjoon says, as soon as he walks out of the conference room. Taehyung scoffs.

“Why can’t you just give me the case, Namjoon? I never ask for anything, can’t I just be given this one?”
“As much as I’d love to hand it over to you, I’m technically not allowed to. Seokjin asked me to take it.”

Taehyung frowns. “So then why’d you even put it on the assignment sheet?”
“I felt guilty not being able to directly tell you, so this was my way of quote-unquote "accidentally feeding you the information". I can pass it off as a simple editing mistake but I felt it was only fair to tell you about it. I know how you feel about him.”
Taehyung’s cheeks burn a bit as Namjoon says that. He doesn’t even have to clarify who the ‘him’ is, they both know that Taehyung’s been more than a little bit obsessed with Jungkook over the last few years.
He’s been tracking all of Jungkook’s whereabouts, all his actions, everything, just hoping to get even a small clue or pattern that’ll help him discern his next move. Jungkook is too good to be pinned down that easily, though, and Taehyung’s been unable to get a hold of him.
Taehyung does feel some gratitude towards Namjoon, though, for thinking of him, because he knows that one thing Namjoon hates more than most is leaving a job unfinished, and Jeon Jungkook is the biggest loose end of all.
“Thanks,” he says, finally, and catches the small smirk that shows up on Namjoon’s face before it disappears. Namjoon just shrugs in reply, and then they’re at Seokjin’s door.
He knocks first--though it’s not really necessary, with the cameras Seokjin has installed around his door--and then puts his hand on the knob and sighs, looking almost as if he’s annoyed. Taehyung watches at him concernedly.
“All good?” he asks, and Namjoon nods, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

“Yeah,” Namjoon says, “I just don’t think I’ll ever get used to opening this door and not seeing my dad inside.”
The comment kind of floors Taehyung, but Namjoon opens the door immediately afterwards, so Taehyung has no choice but to walk into Seokjin’s office with a stupid look on his face.

“Namjoon,” Seokjin says, from where he’s sitting at his desk, writing something down.
It’s with a fountain pen, of course, because Seokjin is just that pretentious sometimes, and he blows on the paper slowly to dry it before looking up at the two of them. “Oh. And Taehyung?”
“I think we should split the Jeon case,” Namjoon says, and Taehyung looks at him, confused. “Agent Taehyung has more intel gathered on Jungkook than anyone else in the agency and is more equipped and ready to enter the field with the knowledge on how to capture the fugitive.”
Seokjin slowly puts the pen away. “I see. And what, pray tell, will you be doing on this case, Agent Namjoon?”

“I think I’ll be a good resource elsewhere,” Namjoon explains.
“I think it would be a good use of my time to look over Jeon’s old crime scenes and safe houses to get an insight into what he’s been trying to accomplish with the slew of petty crimes he’s been up to lately.
That way, all Agent Taehyung has to do is to focus on capturing Jungkook. The general investigative work will be left to me.”

Seokjin hums in acknowledgement, then turns his attention to Taehyung. “Taehyung,” he starts, his voice a bit too smooth.
Taehyung fights the familiar urge to recoil from his hyung. “Did you ask Agent Namjoon for this reassignment?”

“No, I--” Taehyung starts, then clears his throat. “I simply saw the case on the assignment list and requested to be on it.
And sir, if I may add--Agent Namjoon is not exaggerating about my research into Jungkook. I’ve been looking up information on him since the day he and I first met.”
“Also the day we first met, wasn’t it?” Seokjin mentions, and Taehyung nods, unsure of what that has to do with anything. “Hmm, okay. Maybe this could work. But I’d need a weekly status report from you both regarding what you’re doing.
And the two of you should sync up at least twice a week to make sure you’re keeping each other on track.”

“Yes, of course, Seokjin,” Namjoon agrees, and Taehyung nods again. He can feel his stomach flutter with excitement.
“All right. Good of you to stop by, Taehyung,” Seokjin says, giving Taehyung a slow once-over.

“I--yes, of course, Sir,” Taehyung answers, bowing, unsure of what else to say.
“Call me Seokjin,” the older man says, giving Taehyung a smile, and Taehyung nods politely, making his way over to the door in an effort to get out of the room as soon as possible.

“Oh my god,” he breathes, once he’s outside, turning to Namjoon.
“Namjoon, I owe you such a big one, thank you--” Taehyung says, pulling Namjoon into a hug. He’s not usually one to show affection like this, and especially not in the office, but he hasn’t been this excited about a mission ever before.
“Don’t mention it,” Namjoon says, laughing a bit, his arms slowly coming up to pat at Taehyung’s back. It’s a bit awkward but Namjoon’s blushing when Taehyung pulls back, as he always does when the two of them are in close physical proximity.
“Just don’t let us down, Tae.”

Taehyung beams at Namjoon. “I’ll try my hardest not to.”
―――――――――――
The bar Taehyung steps into is posh. A bit too posh, for his taste, but still impressive. There’s a large, expensive-looking chandelier hanging above the entrance and the whole place is tastefully decorated.
There’s also not much of a crowd here, since it is a Tuesday night, but everyone who’s here is dressed impeccably, so Taehyung’s glad he made the stop at his tailor’s back in Seoul to pick up the slim-fit grey suit he’s wearing at the moment.
He walks up to the counter, sliding into one of the high-top chairs in front of it. There’s no drink menus available but Taehyung pretty much orders the same thing every time he goes to a place this fancy, so all he has to do is wait for the bartender.
He looks around as he drums his fingers on the marble in front of him, trying to see if his contact is somewhere else in the bar.
He’s meeting up with a man named Jung Hoseok, who grew up with Jungkook and still keeps in touch with him.
Taehyung had looked into his background and it didn’t seem like Hoseok had ever helped out Jungkook’s father or brother, which means that Jungkook should trust him enough to maybe have dropped a hint or two about where he might be lurking about.
“It's a beautiful night tonight, isn't it?” a voice says, behind him, and Taehyung moves to look at the bartender, who’s finally decided to show up, it seems.

“Busan’s a nice city,” Taehyung replies, “I haven’t been here before.”
“I know,” the bartender says, right as Taehyung faces him, and Taehyung almost falls out of his seat when he sees a shockingly familiar brunette beauty pouring a drink out into a glass.
“It’s not my favourite city, y’know, I had to move back after everything that happened, but you know that, don’t you? It’s why our good friend Kim Namjoon is tearing up every stone in the goddamn town looking for me.”
“Jungkook,” Taehyung breathes, barely able to process what the other man’s saying. It’s frustrating--he’d had this whole thing planned out for when he’d find Jungkook, how he’d sit him down and interrogate him and-

and maybe get to kiss him again.
Well, the last action was more of a daydream than anything else, but now, as he stares in shock the man before him, the man he’s been trying to find for years, it’s all Taehyung can think about.
Jungkook suddenly hums in acknowledgement, eyes scanning over Taehyung’s face. “Not how you expected us to reunite, is it?”

“It’s a pity. I really was looking forward to meeting Hoseok.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow. “Why?”
“I wanted to get some dirt on you. You know, like embarrassing stories from school. The crazy things you must’ve done when you were drunk. Real blackmail material.” Jungkook smiles and Taehyung takes a sip of his drink. “Plus, he looked kind of cute.”
The smile falls off Jungkook’s face in an instant. “Did he, now?”

“Probably the fittest man I’ve ever seen, if I’m being honest.”

“You’re a prick, you know that?” Jungkook says, jumping onto the counter so he’s sitting cross-legged in front of Taehyung.
“I go through all this trouble of hacking Hobi’s emails and paying off the bartender to try to impress you with this crappy drink and this is how you repay me? By lying, right to my face?”
Taehyung’s smile widens, though he tries to hide it with his glass, downing the rest of his drink in one go.

Jungkook unfolds his legs so he’s framing Taehyung in. He reaches out and slowly runs his hand through Taehyung’s hair. “You cut your hair. And you still look good.”
Taehyung can’t help but close his eyes and lean into Jungkook’s touch. Jungkook’s fingers run through his soft hair, down to his scruff, and then underneath his chin, tilting his jaw up. Taehyung opens his eyes to Jungkook’s chocolate brown ones.
“I would kiss you, but you probably taste like that crap drink you love so much,” Jungkook states, but his gaze keeps flitting down to Taehyung’s lips.

“Who says I want you to kiss me?” Taehyung counters, though he leans in even closer to Jungkook.
“That wall in your office that’s plastered with information about me says more than enough, to be honest,” Jungkook answers, and Taehyung slides off of the chair he was sitting on, standing up so he’s eye-level with the younger man.
“I never told you you could go in my office,” he says, placing his hands on Jungkook’s thighs and inching them upwards. He can hear Jungkook’s breath hitch and his grip around the other man’s thighs tightens instinctively.
“When have I ever asked for permission?” Jungkook retorts, and Taehyung’s mind immediately flashes back to the first time he’d kissed Jungkook--the only time he’d kissed Jungkook--he remembers the rush of it all, the intensity of the kiss, the fear and emotion poured into it.
“You do have a habit of neglecting to do that,” Taehyung mutters, and Jungkook laughs, bringing his hands up to either side of Taehyung’s neck.
It’s an extremely stupid position to put himself in, Taehyung knows that--from this stance, Jungkook could easily cut off Taehyung’s airflow or even break his neck. But Jungkook seems to know it too, if the challenging glint in his eye is anything to go by.
“I’m supposed to be interrogating you,” Taehyung reminds him, and he feels Jungkook’s thumbs press gently against the pulse points in his throat, making him inhale sharply.
“So do it,” Jungkook challenges, sliding his hands down Taehyung’s neck and shoulders, working his way to Taehyung’s chest. He unbuttons a button on the shirt Taehyung’s wearing, smirking the whole time.
“Couldn’t we go somewhere more... private?” Taehyung enquires, and Jungkook’s smirk grows into a full-fledged smile.

“We’re alone here,” he says, and Taehyung immediately looks around to see that Jungkook’s telling the truth.
All those over-glammed people that were here just a little while back are gone. Taehyung turns back to Jungkook and raises an eyebrow questioningly.

“They work for me. Had to be safe, you know. Didn’t know if you were going to show up with backup.”
“And what if I had?” Taehyung asks, and Jungkook’s hands stop unbuttoning Taehyung’s shirt, moving to grip the loose collar instead.
“It’d be a pity,” he says, pulling Taehyung even closer, so close that their noses are practically touching, “because I wouldn’t have been able to do this.”

And Jungkook moves forward, pressing his lips to Taehyung’s and moving to cradle the older man’s head in his hands.
Taehyung can’t help but shudder as he feels the tentative licks of Jungkook’s tongue in his mouth and the whole experience is so new, but still comfortingly familiar.
He lets his guard down for a minute, regardless of how much he knows he shouldn’t, and leans into it, kissing Jungkook back with as much enthusiasm as he can muster.
He doesn’t even realise that he’s letting out little moans of pleasure until he feels Jungkook’s nails scratch through his hair in encouragement.
It’s kind of ridiculous that it’s been years since the two of them have seen each other, years during which they both could have easily moved on from this short-lived, barely-there fling, but here they are, kissing as if there's no tomorrow.
The intensity of it all is what makes Taehyung finally break away, panting as he opens his eyes and sees Jungkook’s wide pupils and bruised lips.
They’ve both been waiting for this for too long--there’s too much built into this, too much at stake for them to not try and get this initial buzz out of their systems in the most appropriate setting possible.
If they don’t, they’re going to regret it; or Taehyung will, at the very least.

“We need a bed,” Taehyung declares, and Jungkook starts laughing, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Taehyung’s mouth.
“So eager, so proper. Why can't we just stay here?” he teases, nuzzling into Taehyung’s neck.

“Because it’s not very comfortable to screw someone on a cold, hard countertop,” Taehyung explains, and he feels Jungkook bite his neck and groan.
Taehyung winces but smirks when Jungkook pulls away to scowl at him.

“Fine,” the younger concedes, but then scooches back and spins around, jumping down onto the other side of the bar. “I’ll meet you in your hotel room in fifteen minutes.”
Taehyung blinks at him, confused. “How do you even know where I’m staying?”

Jungkook winks in reply, holding up a keycard. Taehyung automatically pats himself down and realises that it’s his--Jungkook must have swiped it at some point.
“I didn’t know you were a pickpocket too,” Taehyung comments, buttoning his shirt back up.

“I have many skills,” Jungkook replies, and then opens a large black door behind him that’s marked ‘Employees Only’. “Race you there.”
Taehyung doesn’t want to admit that he practically sprints back to his hotel room, foregoing any kind of taxi or anything that may slow him down.
He realises how much of an idiot he must look like when he bursts through the doors of the hotel he’s staying at and gets quite a few disapproving glares from the guests and employees in the lobby.
“Sorry,” he says, moving fast to the lift and jumping in as soon as it opens, hitting the button to close the doors again and again until they slide shut. He’s not sure he could handle trying to stay composed for this ride with someone else in here with him.
He practically breaks the button for his floor and keeps pacing around the inside of the lift as it slowly ascends. He looks up and catches his reflection in the mirrored wall--his cheeks are flushed, his shirt wrinkled, his lips bitten and bruised.
Jesus. He already looks like he just had sex, no wonder everyone in the lobby was giving him dirty looks.

“Get it together,” he mutters to himself, leaning against the back wall and trying to calm his breathing down.
He tries to convince himself that this is nothing, it’s just to get years of sexual frustration out of his system, but each time he closes his eyes all he can see is an image of Jungkook coupled with something that seems a lot more like adoration than just pure arousal.
When the lift dings, he shoves himself through the space in the doors and gets to his room. He has no doubt Jungkook’s beat him to it--and he took the only key Taehyung had on himself--so he knocks once, then twice, then incessantly until the door opens.
“Twelve minutes, twenty-three seconds,” Jungkook says, leaning against the door frame. Taehyung can’t really say much, though, because Jungkook’s literally in nothing but a pair of tight white briefs.
“It would’ve been twelve minutes flat if you hadn’t taken so damn long to answer the door,” Taehyung says, and walks in without giving Jungkook a warning, grabbing the other man and pushing him against a wall.
“You got me,” Jungkook says, grinning.

“Aren’t you curious as to how I made it here first?”

“You can tell me later,” Taehyung breathes out, starting to pull his suit off. Jungkook pouts.

“I kind of wanted you to keep that on,” he admits, and Taehyung smirks.

“Next time.”
That’s enough encouragement for Jungkook to reach down and make quick work of Taehyung’s belt and buttons, pushing his suit pants down to the ground. Taehyung steps out of them, not even caring about the amount of wrinkles they’re going to have, while unbuttoning his shirt.
“So, how long have you been stalking me, hmm?” he asks, pushing Jungkook back against the wall. He moves in close so that their bare chests are pressed together. Jungkook moves his hands up and over Taehyung’s shoulders as Taehyung slides his up and down Jungkook’s sides.
“I wanna say, hmm, a few months before we met?” Jungkook admits, and Taehyung stills, surprised.

“Wait, seriously?” he asks, and Jungkook blushes, looking a little guilty.
“I was already kind of fed up with my dad and brother and then they sent me to scope out your headquarters and I saw you walk in and I just... couldn’t stop watching you. You took my breath away, I swear to god.”
“God, Jungkook,” Taehyung breathes, and leans forward, kissing the younger man again. He fits his hands behind Jungkook’s back and slides them down into his briefs, squeezing at Jungkook’s butt and grinding forward into him at the same time.
The moan that leaves Jungkook’s mouth is so new and delicious and Taehyung isn’t satisfied with just a taste of it. He moves his hands to Jungkook’s thighs, picking him up but still pressing him into the wall, making sure to press into him even harder.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook gasps, and Taehyung’s name sounds so good coming from Jungkook’s mouth. “Taehyung, the bed.”

Taehyung turns without hesitation and carries Jungkook over to the beautiful big king size bed.
“I wanna suck you off,” he whispers, kissing across Jungkook’s jaw and down his neck, over his flushed chest and shaking abdomen.
Jungkook’s so hard, his cock straining against his briefs, and Taehyung can’t help but to latch his mouth over the shape of Jungkook’s erection, sucking at it until Jungkook pulls his head up.
“I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” he pants, out of breath, and Taehyung gives him an innocent smile before sitting up and slowly pulling his damp briefs down, letting his dick slap up onto his belly.
It’s thick and flushed pink at the tip and, if Taehyung’s being honest, it’s absolutely gorgeous.

“You too,” Jungkook whispers, getting up onto his elbows, and Taehyung raises an eyebrow, pushing his boxer briefs off his hips and onto the ground.
Jungkook bites his lip and Taehyung can’t help but stroke himself in response.

“What, you’ve never seen me naked?” Taehyung asks jokingly, getting on his knees on the bed. “All that supposed surveillance you’ve had me under and you never got a video of me jerking off?”
“Regardless of whether or not I have your nudes,” Jungkook starts, winking up at Taehyung, “it’s always nicer to see it all in person.”

He reaches forward and skates his fingers up Taehyung’s member, which twitches in response, spurting a bit of precome out of the tip.
“Damn it, I wanna suck you off too,” Jungkook says, getting a hand around Taehyung’s length and moving it slowly up and down. Taehyung gasps at the sensation, Jungkook’s calloused hands rough on the sensitive skin of his dick, but he can’t take his eyes off of the sight of it.
He feels himself leak more precome when Jungkook swipes a thumb over his slit.

“I don’t know if I’ll even be able to do this properly,” Taehyung admits, watching Jungkook suck at his thumb. “You look so good, Jesus Christ.”
“You’ve got to finish what you started,” Jungkook says, moving up to the headboard and pulling a couple more pillows under his head. He spreads his legs and Taehyung moves forward without even thinking, and has his mouth on Jungkook’s dick before he even realises it.
He sucks at the tip for a second, taking a deep breath through his nose and letting himself sink down on Jungkook’s length until he feels his nose touch the soft skin underneath Jungkook’s belly button.
He’s been trained to have no gag reflex, mostly in case of torture and basic self-defense, but it definitely comes in handy when he’s giving head.

And god, does he love giving head.
In fact, he loves it the most when his partner is vocal about it, and Jungkook hasn’t shut up since Taehyung got his mouth on him. He’s gasping and moaning and reaching down to grasp at Taehyung’s hair.
Taehyung finally relents, pulling off with a large slurp and looking up at Jungkook. The man’s cheeks are flushed and his hair is sticking out in every direction, as if he’s been combing through it and pulling at it himself, and Taehyung grins.
“You good?” he asks, and Jungkook bucks his hips up in response. Taehyung licks up the length of his cock but focuses on just the tip this time, using his hand to stroke past Jungkook’s balls and onto his perineum.
Jungkook gasps and bucks his hips up but Taehyung’s ready for it, pressing at Jungkook’s prostate hard.
Taehyung can’t help but moan every time he feels Jungkook’s dick hit the back of his throat, and it’s not even a minute until Jungkook’s shouting out and coming into Taehyung’s mouth, his thighs trembling as he tries to keep his cock inside the wet heat.
“T-Tae,” Jungkook slurs, “Tae... Tae,” and it takes all Taehyung has to not come right then as well. He swallows down the heady taste and lets Jungkook’s cock fall out of his mouth.
His jaw feels sore and he knows his voice will be strained come morning, but he’ll do this a thousand times again if Jungkook reacts in the same way he just did.
“Get up here, now,” Jungkook says, and Taehyung immediately obeys, crawling up the bed on his knees till he’s straddling Jungkook’s torso. Jungkook runs his hands up and down Taehyung’s thighs appreciatively, looking at Taehyung’s cock in an almost predatory way.
Taehyung reaches out and combs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, smiling at the way the brunette practically purrs when he scratches his scalp. Jungkook doesn’t need much direction, though, automatically moving his head forward to get Taehyung’s dick in his mouth.
Taehyung knows he won’t last long, not with the way Jungkook’s moaning around his cock and digging his nails into Taehyung’s thighs, so he doesn’t try and focus on much more than the tip of his cock, sliding it in and out of Jungkook’s mouth slowly.
Jungkook catches on quick and uses his hands to keep Taehyung’s hips still, moving his own head back and forth.
Taehyung grips Jungkook’s hair tighter, making the younger man moan even louder, and soon he’s pulling Jungkook on and off his dick, and it’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.
He’s got full control of Jungkook, one of the only times he’s ever felt like he has, and seeing Jungkook so pliant and submissive is what pushes him over the edge.
He barely has enough time to pull out of Jungkook’s mouth and tilt Jungkook’s chin up before he’s coming on the man’s face, streaking over his cheeks and lips.
He looks so good like this, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead, and Taehyung doesn’t hesitate before bending over and kissing him thoroughly, tasting himself in the process.
“You’ve got come on your face,” Jungkook comments, when they break apart, and Taehyung rolls his eyes, grabbing some tissues from the bedside table to clean up his face. Then he kind of just sits there on Jungkook’s torso, studying the man underneath him.
Jungkook narrows his eyes at first but then he starts to blush from the attention, squirming underneath Taehyung’s legs.
“What?” he asks, and Taehyung gives him a small smile. His head is kind of buzzing at the moment, though, filled to the brim with a dozen different thoughts, and he doesn’t really know how to vocalize any of them properly.
He bites his lip contemplatively. Jungkook must notice the small shift in Taehyung’s mood because he stops moving immediately and brings a hand up to rub up and down Taehyung’s thigh, his brow furrowed. “Taehyung, what’s up?”
Taehyung lets out a small laugh, shrugging. “I, um--” he starts, then sighs. “I was kind of trying to figure out if anything had changed now.”

Jungkook’s hand stills, his touch more tentative now than before. “Do you... do you want things to change?”
Taehyung cocks his head, thinking about it, and then leans over, reaching into the bedside drawer and fiddling around till he finds what he’s looking for. He sits up again and stares Jungkook down, pointing the gun he’s just procured at Jungkook’s shocked face.
“Jeon Jungkook,” he starts, cocking the gun, “you’re under arrest for forgery, grand larceny, and first-degree murder, amongst other charges. You have the right to remain silent. Everything--”

“What the hell,” Jungkook spits, looking both terrified and furious.
He moves to disarm Taehyung but Taehyung stops his hands, catching both of his wrists in his palm and pinning them above his head. He brings his gun even closer to Jungkook, finger on the trigger.

“I have to do this, Jungkook,” he says, as Jungkook shakes his head.

“I’m sorry.”
Then Taehyung pulls the trigger, and watches Jungkook squeeze his eyes shut, expecting the worst.

Definitely not expecting the stream of water that pours out onto his face.
Taehyung grins, watching Jungkook sputter, and squirts him with the water gun a couple more times before letting his wrists go and sitting up straight again.

“Like I said, I had to do that,” Taehyung continues, “because you had come on your face, too.”
There’s a split second where Jungkook’s still, processing what’s just happened. It’s a good thing Taehyung’s got quick reflexes, because he’s able to jump up off the bed before Jungkook can get him into a headlock, running into the bathroom, cackling loudly.
“I’m going to kill you, Kim Taehyung,” Jungkook cries, following Taehyung into the bathroom and pushing him up against the wall. Taehyung can’t contain his giggles.

“Hi.”

“You’re full of crap. I should knee you in the balls for that.”
“Aww, but how would we be able to have sexual intercourse you if you did that?”

“Taehyung, I swear to god--” Jungkook starts, but Taehyung leans forward, kissing Jungkook to shut him up. This kiss isn’t like any they’ve had before--it’s sweet, playful, teasing.
Jungkook looks less angry when Taehyung pulls away.

“Nothing’s changed,” Taehyung says, and Jungkook’s brow furrows. Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I mean, nothing’s changed when it comes to how I feel about you.
I, um. I was a little afraid that, on my end, at least, this was just a one-and-done kind of thing. And I really, really didn’t want it to be.”

Jungkook relaxes his hold on Taehyung.
“So instead you made me think you were going to kill me?” he replies, but Taehyung can tell that he’s not really that mad.

“I’ve pointed a real gun at you before, Jungkook, I know how easily you can talk your way out of those situations.
I wanted to see if you really cared this time.”

“You could’ve just asked me, you know,” Jungkook mutters, putting his hands on his hips, but he’s smirking.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Taehyung comments, walking over to the shower and turning it on.
“Plus, you’re a criminal. Internationally wanted. I wasn’t sure if I could trust anything you said,” he adds jokingly, stepping into the warm spray of water, leaving the door open for Jungkook to join.
Jungkook enters the shower after a minute or so, shutting the door and walking behind Taehyung, wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s waist and hooking his chin over the older man’s shoulder.
“I’m not going to lie to you,” Jungkook says, so quietly that Taehyung almost misses it with the sound of the water rushing around them. “I might’ve before but I won’t ever again. I want this too, I want us. I want it to be a real thing, like, a serious, long-term kind of thing.
And I know this is really crazy, isn’t it? We haven’t seen each other in years and we haven’t even kept in contact in that time--”

“Nothing about this relationship seems rational,” Taehyung interrupts, turning around to face Jungkook, tracing his jaw.
“And I have no idea what I’m going to do, Jungkook, I have no idea what I’m going to say to Seokjin or to Namjoon or anyone back home when I check in with them, I have no idea how I’m going to get to spend time with you when I’m supposed to be tracking you down.
If I’m somewhere for too long with no results it’s going to become really obvious that something is up and we’re both going to get into some deep trouble.”

Jungkook just looks at Taehyung for a few moments before breaking out into a grin.

“Go on a date with me.”
“Uh, we can’t really be seen in public together right now, Jungkook--”

“No, no,” Jungkook says, excitedly. “There’s so many places in the world where we can spend time together, just us two.
We can, like, get to properly know each other, tell stories and go on picnics and everything, all that cute stuff. And then you’ll always be moving. We won’t stay anywhere for more than 48 hours.”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow.
It’s a good plan, actually, will show that he’s on a lead or following Jungkook’s whereabouts, and what Jungkook said about doing cute dating stuff--it sounds perfect, to be honest. But there’s still one small issue.

“I’m going to need something from you, each week, at least.
Something I can show or talk about to Seokjin and Namjoon, so it looks like I’m actually doing something and making progress. If I’m continuously empty handed, that’s grounds to call me back to headquarters and to let Namjoon have full control of this mission.”
Jungkook bites his lip. “Okay, okay. Not that I want to, but I can give you stuff. Names, first of all, of some awful people that I’ve unfortunately done business with. Stuff I’ve stolen, too, I’ve got it hidden all over the place.”
“You haven’t sold any of it?” Taehyung asks, suspicious. Jungkook shrugs.

“Sometimes it’s just fun to steal. Mostly I just like to do it to show people that their security isn’t as tight as it could be.
When people start broadcasting that they have uncrackable safes and impenetrable rooms, that’s when I’m like, okay, they’re getting a little too cocky, let me just remind them that there’s at least one guy that can jack their stuff.”

Taehyung shakes his head, enamored.
“You’re a tit.”

“Some of the time it’s because the stuff they have under lock and key is really stupid, though. I have this one painting that’s literally a white line on a blue background. Like, what the hell? How is that worth millions of dollars?”
“Wait, wait,” Taehyung says, shocked. “ You have the Newman? Onement VI? I was there at that auction. The owners haven’t even reported it missing.”

Jungkook blushes a bit. “I, um- I was there too,” he admits, guiltily. “Mostly because you were, to be honest.
I was kind of stalking you at that point. I actually took it from them because I saw how much you liked it that day. You almost bid on it, in the beginning, and that was the only piece you kept looking at.”

Taehyung stares at Jungkook, mouth agape.
“That painting was sold for forty-three million dollars, Jungkook.”

“I know! And the owners didn’t even display it! They just had it sitting in this vault. They probably don’t even know that it’s gone, which is why they haven’t filed a report about it,” Jungkook says.
Taehyung shakes his head again.

“You’re utterly ridiculous, you know that?” he says, but he laughs. “But if you have items like that that you can surrender back to me, then--” he takes a deep breath.

“Then this could work.”
――――――――――――
It’s been around 40 hours since Taehyung’s arrival in Busan, and he’s never felt so calm in his entire life. Which is weird, considering the situation he’s gotten himself into.
And the person he’s gotten himself into as well, he thinks, smirking as he looks down at Jungkook on the bed next to him, last night’s shenanigans replaying in his head. The other man’s still fast asleep, not as accustomed as Taehyung to a regular sleep schedule, probably.
Taehyung slides out of bed quietly, grabbing one of the hotel’s plush robes that was strewn across an armchair in the room last night. He slips into it, picking up his phone, and steps out onto the balcony attached to the room, sitting at the small table outside.
It must be pretty early still, chilly enough to give Taehyung some goosebumps. He props his leg up on the other chair, breathing in the crisp air.
He sits there for five minutes before he hears his phone ring, Namjoon’s ringtone breaking the early-morning silence.
“Hey, Namjoon-hyung!” he says when he picks up, though Namjoon sounds nowhere as relaxed as Taehyung when he speaks.
“Taehyung,” he says, sounding a bit out of breath. Taehyung wouldn’t be surprised if he was going for his morning run right about now, but something about the irregularity of Namjoon’s breathing makes him think that that isn’t the case.
“Look. I've heard from some good sources that Jungkook’s in Busan, and probably not too far from you.”

“Oh, really?” Taehyung asks, glancing behind himself through the sliding glass doors into the hotel room where he can see Jungkook’s sleeping form.
“Yes, now--” Namjoon pauses, grunting, and Taehyung hears something tear apart.

“I’m in a bit of a sticky situation, got kidnapped last night. No biggie. Classic operation, I’m working through the escape right now. Not 100% sure where they took me, though.”
Taehyung shakes his head. It’s so like Namjoon to downplay his own kidnapping. “Do you need help, Joon? I’m not too far away, probably.”

“Nah, I’m fine,” Namjoon says, which Taehyung should’ve also expected, because Namjoon would never ask for help outright.
“Just let me--ah!” Taehyung hears a creak and a thud, some shuffling, and then Namjoon’s back on the line. “I think I’m still in Korea, but I’m not quite sure where.”

“Namjoon, what the hell even happened?” Taehyung asks.
Namjoon sighs. “Okay, maybe I got a little too eager with this. It’s possible someone local thought I was a threat or something.”

Taehyung snorts. “Yeah, or something.”

“I’m trying to figure out where I am--”

“You have a GPS in your phone--”
“Yes, I know , Taehyung, I’m trying to--okay, looks like I’m in... Ulsan? About half an hour from Busan.”

Taehyung’s stomach drops. He knows that Namjoon’s going to try to meet up with him, and if that’s the case, then he can’t have Jungkook anywhere nearby.
He was really looking forward to spending some more time with Jungkook, but it looks like that’ll have to wait. He stands up, walking into the hotel room and over to the bed, watching for a moment how peaceful Jungkook looks when he sleeps before shaking him awake.
"Hmph, huh? What-,” Jungkook mumbles, rubbing at his eyes.

“Did you say something?” Namjoon says, over the phone. Taehyung puts a finger to his lips to warn Jungkook, then puts the phone on speakerphone.

“Nope, I didn't say anything. So, Ulcan. What’s the best plan of action?”
Jungkook sits up, alert, when he hears the name of the city, and glances up at Taehyung, pouting. Taehyung reaches out and ruffles his hair.

“We should meet up, definitely,” Namjoon says, confirming Taehyung’s hypothesis.
“I can be at your hotel soon, just need to ensure that my luggage is shipped over from Seoul properly.”

“Alright,” Taehyung agrees, smiling as Jungkook pulls Taehyung’s hand down from his head and clasps their hands together. “Keep me updated. And don't get yourself killed.”
“I'll do my best,” Namjoon confirms, then hangs up. Taehyung sits down on the bed and tosses the phone over to the other side of the mattress.

“Good morning,” he says, leaning forward and kissing Jungkook, making sure that it’s slow and thorough.
“Mmm,” Jungkook says, smiling when they break apart. “It sure is.”

“So I hate to be the one to ask you to make the walk of shame,” Taehyung starts, smirking, “but you need to get out of my hotel room, sweetheart.”
Jungkook flips Taehyung off but sighs, standing up and stretching himself out. Taehyung’s gaze drags down Jungkook’s torso, catching the way his muscles move and stretch underneath his skin.
The sunlight that’s now streaming in through the glass door illuminates the man’s melanin skin and makes him look like he’s glowing. Taehyung doesn’t realise that Jungkook’s smirking at him until he speaks up.
“Creep,” he says, and Taehyung grins.

“You’re gorgeous,” he replies, and smiles wider when he sees Jungkook blush and roll his eyes, walking over to the bathroom.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Dear Tae Tae. Except in my pants,” Jungkook pauses and frowns, hands on his hips.
“Speaking of, have you seen them?”

By the time Jungkook’s changed into his clothes and washed his face, Taehyung’s managed to make the bed and get the room looking tidy and not like he’s just had a massive sex romp in it.
His phone dings with a text from Namjoon as Jungkook steps out of the bathroom.

“Crap. Namjoon’s in the lobby,” Taehyung says, worriedly. Jungkook rolls his eyes.
“There’s more than one way to get in and out of this hotel, babe,” he states, and then cocks his head, giving Taehyung a small smile before walking up to him and giving him a gentle kiss. “I’m gonna miss you.”

Taehyung’s stomach flutters in worry. “Wait, I thought--”
“I’ll see you soon, you dolt,” Jungkook assures him. “But I’ll miss you till then.”
“Oh,” Taehyung mutters, blushing a bit, and Jungkook laughs, giving Taehyung another kiss before walking to the balcony.

“My ride’s here.”
“What do you--” Taehyung starts, then stares, amazed, as a rope ladder drops onto the balcony. Jungkook winks at Taehyung and then climbs onto it, making his way up to the gleaming black helicopter that’s hovering above them.
It’s scarily silent, barely making a noise as it starts to fly away right as Jungkook hoists himself into its seats. Taehyung shakes his head as Jungkook blows him a kiss, and then he’s gone in a blink of an eye, the helicopter zooming away into the distance.
“Show-off,” Taehyung mutters to himself, sliding the balcony door closed and turning to make sure everything looks fairly normal in his room.
He’s already looking forward to seeing Jungkook again, and figures that he might as well text him something cheesy, but when he gets ahold of his phone and opens up his messaging app, he suddenly realises that he doesn’t have Jungkook’s number anymore.
In fact, he has no real way of contacting Jungkook and he has no idea where the hell he’s supposed to go next.

Before he can rebuke himself for not thinking about this sooner, though, there’s a knock at his door.
He’s trained to be better safe than sorry in this business, so he quietly grabs one of the guns he’s stashed around the room--a real one, this time, hidden behind the microwave--and walks to the door, glancing through the peephole.
He’s both disappointed and relieved to see Namjoon, which is weird, but he opens the door to let the man in.

“Hey--” Namjoon starts, then pauses, brow furrowing. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

“Uh- I-,” Taehyung stutters, feeling his heart rate pick up a little bit.
Is there obvious visible evidence that Jungkook has been in his room? He was sure he’d taken care of it all.

“It’s just,” Namjoon pauses, gesturing up and down Taehyung.
Taehyung looks down and suddenly realizes that he’s been in the hotel dressing gown this whole time, and it’s not tied very tightly, so his chest is completely on display. In fact, it’s so loose that if he jumped, it’d probably come undone.
“Oh, uh- I just got out of the shower,” he lies, and moves aside so that Namjoon can come in.

“Speaking of, do you mind if I take one?” Namjoon says. “I can’t really get a room right now, my ID and everything is back in my other hotel room.
They’re gonna bring everything over here, though, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead,” Taehyung says, walking over to his bag. “I’ll just get dressed. And lay some clothes out for you?” he asks, eyeing Namjoon’s outfit.
The man’s dressed in all black but Taehyung’s been through his share of a rough day and he knows for a fact that the dark color’s hiding a multitude of stains.

“That’d be amazing,” Namjoon says, looking incredibly grateful. “Thanks, Tae.”
Taehyung gives Namjoon a smile, unzipping his bag and combing through his stuff. He’s trying to find a shirt large enough to fit Namjoon when he feels a sting on his finger.
He pulls it out of his bag, hissing at the pain, and he’s about to run into the bathroom to make sure he isn’t being poisoned when he sees that it’s just a small paper cut.

Except--there’s no reason for him to have any loose paper in this bag.
He frowns, equal parts curious and worried, and reaches in slowly this time, pulling out a slightly-crumpled piece of the hotel’s stationary. He smooths it out as he starts to reads the words printed neatly on the page.
“Dear Mr. Kim,
It was my utmost pleasure to have been able to meet you last night. I usually don’t have sex on the first date but for a guy like you, I was very willing to break my own rules.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes but can’t help but smile.
“Now, the first name I’m going to give you is Park Bogum. He’s a Korean arms dealer, mostly works for his mother, but he’s been learning the ropes of the business as of late, so he’s a good target for you.
He should get your team some intel, at the very least, and he’ll definitely drop my name at some point, so yaay!

He’s in Paris right now, staying at the Four Seasons, the rich twat, and I have enough faith in you and the pain-in-the-arse to figure out his room number...have fun!
xoxo,
Kookie

P.S. -- Our first date is going to be at a location that’s “hidden” in this letter somewhere. Good luck figuring it out ;)”

Taehyung smiles fondly at the nickname he’d given himself, then frowns.
He’d assumed Paris, obviously, since Jungkook had mentioned it, but he scans the note another time, trying to find a clue as to where Jungkook’s going to be. It takes him a minute, but he chuckles when he figures it out.
Of course, in true Jungkook fashion, there’s no date or time mentioned for this meetup, so Taehyung just concedes to the fact that Jungkook is going to be waiting for him, just like last time.
He’s so lost in his own thoughts that hearing the sound of the shower start in the bathroom startles him, and he almost takes up a defensive stance before he remembers that Namjoon’s in the bathroom. Shoot.
He crumples up the note and tosses it into the depths of his bag, pulling out a shirt and trousers for himself and some jeans and a polo for Namjoon. It’s his casual outfit, but it’s all he has right now for spare clothes, so Namjoon’s going to have to deal.
He starts to put on his own clothes, scolding himself for lying to Namjoon, since now he’s going to have to forgo washing up, and puts on a couple splashes of cologne to try and make himself feel fresher.

He looks in the mirror when he’s done.
He doesn’t necessarily feel refreshed, but he’s on edge, and it’s unfamiliar. He can practically see the restlessness in his eyes and it takes him a moment to realise that it’s because he’s excited.
He hasn’t looked forward to a mission in ages, and for the first time in a long time, he’s finally raring to go.

“Oh, hey, those for me?” he hears Namjoon say, and looks to see Namjoon step out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist.
For a split second Taehyung flashes back to the first day he’d met Namjoon, the subtle attraction he’d felt, the way they’d kind of danced around each other before Jungkook had taken his breath away and probably ruined him for anyone else.

Why couldn’t he like Namjoon?
Things would be a lot easier that way.

“Yup,” he replies, finally, but Namjoon’s already putting the clothes on. “Hope you can fit in it all.”

Namjoon smiles over at him. “Yeah, thanks again.”

Taehyung almost blushes, though he has no real idea why. “Um, no problem.”
“So,” Namjoon says, letting out a sigh and sitting down on the bed. “What’s the next move?”

“Well,” Taehyung starts, trying to figure out how to phrase his intel believably. “I met up with Jung Hoseok last night. He’s one of Jungkook’s close friends.
He mentioned something about a bloke named Bogum, in Paris, said he might have more info on Jungkook’s whereabouts.”

Namjoon nods, contemplating. “Did this Hoseok guy seem like a reliable source of information?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung lies.
“He probably knows more than what he’s saying, with his loyalty to Jungkook and all, but I looked into Bogum and he seems like a good place to start.”

“Alright, then.” Namjoon slaps his hands on his thighs, standing up. “Paris it is.”
――――――――――――
They get to Paris late that night, what with Namjoon having to wait for his luggage and all.
Taehyung’s a bit cranky, he has to admit, by the time they pull up to the Four Seasons, because he’d kind of been hoping he’d be on a plane to see Jungkook by now, but all the events of the day have transpired way too slowly for his taste.
So when they check in and the lady at the desk asks them if they’d like one bed or two, Taehyung can’t hold back the incredibly bitchy glare he throws her way.
He feels a little guilty as he watches her flush red out of embarrassment, but Namjoon doesn’t seem to realise what Taehyung’s done, just laughing it off and assuring her that two beds will work for the two of them.
When they get into the lift and Namjoon pushes the button for their floor, he turns over to Taehyung and raises an eyebrow.

“You’re in a mood,” he states. Taehyung hates that Namjoon’s grown to be able to read him really well, so he just rolls his eyes.
“I just wanna catch this kid already. Why can’t we just knock his door down again?”

Namjoon frowns at him. “Taehyung, I know you know that that’s not protocol.
It could lead to a really messy situation, especially if Bogum’s armed--which he probably is, considering his line of work. I’ve no doubt that he has a few bodyguards with him at all times, at the very least, and you should’ve drawn that conclusion too. What’s wrong with you?”
Taehyung sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Sorry, I- I guess I’m just really eager about catching Jungkook. Everything else almost seems like a waste of time.”

Namjoon’s look softens a bit, and he gives Taehyung an understanding smile. “I get it.
I’ve had missions like that, too. You just have to remember to be methodical because you never know when a mistake can come back to bite you in the butt, y’know?”

Taehyung nods, because Namjoon’s right.
He’s neglecting his real job, what he should be doing, and every time he does something sloppily, he’s going to pay for it later. He has to make sure that everything is done by the book so that nothing can be traced back to him or Jungkook.
When they reach their room, Namjoon pulls out a bunch of papers he’d put together on the flight over to France, laying them out on his bed.

“Okay, so Park Bogum—I still can’t believe you got this name, Taehyung,” Namjoon says excitedly.
Taehyung shrugs. Apparently his mother has been one of the Service’s targets for years now, and they’ve found no good way to get to her... until now.
“Reports say Bogum is a bit of a party boy, likes to vacation a lot—no surprise there, classic spoiled rich kid, it looks like—seems like he’s being trained by his mother to help her run the business.”

“Mummy’s boy,” Taehyung comments, and Namjoon smirks at him.
“Takes one to know one.”

“Screw you.”

“Ugh, we need a lead,” Namjoon sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Unfortunately, we don’t know his actual whereabouts, apart from him being somewhere in this hotel.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows, surprised.
“Jimin couldn’t find it out?”

Jimin was a whiz at getting pretty much all the intel they ever needed. He had that lethal combination of charm, attractiveness, and sincerity that made everyone putty in his hands.
If he wasn’t able to get this info, then this Bogum kid must be under more security than Taehyung expected.

Namjoon shakes his head. “No. We were lucky he was able to book us into this hotel, to be honest.
Maybe we could split up, comb through the floors, see if we could find something out?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Taehyung mutters, chewing on his lip. It’s not a bad plan, but he’s sure that there’s a smarter way to go about this.
“Okay, let’s review—we really don’t know much about Bogum’s interests other than the fact that he likes to party a lot, right?”

“Right,” Namjoon confirms, and Taehyung feels the pieces of a plan click together in his head.
Namjoon must recognize his expression, because he smiles. “You’ve got a plan.”

Taehyung smirks. “Maybe. Call Jimin.”
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The club Jimin directs them to is equal parts posh and seedy, which is almost kind of impressive. He and Namjoon made a quick shopping trip a few hours back, and the two of them look horrendously preppy, in his opinion, but no one around seems to care.
Taehyung sees some young kids with piercings and tattoos making out against the wall in almost no clothing, but then catches a couple dudes in suits at one of the bars, bopping their heads along to the bass-heavy music that’s playing through the club.
“I hope we’re not gonna stick out,” Namjoon practically shouts, in Taehyung’s ear, but Taehyung shakes his head. He’d made sure that they both looked like the average rich kid that vacationed in these kinds of places—they needed to blend in if they wanted this plan to work.
He’d found out the kind of bars Bogum had been frequenting, the clubs he’d been spotted and tagged at on Twitter and Instagram, and even what his favorite drink was. This is where Jimin was a godsend—that man was able to find information faster than anyone Taehyung had ever met.
He looks over to Namjoon, who’s scoping out the place, and catches his eye, walking over to a tall man dressed in black who’s hanging out in one corner of the club, tapping away at his phone.
To the untrained eye he’d look like just another bored clubber, but Taehyung can tell by his posture that he’s guarding something. He’s trying way too hard to look casual, and Namjoon picks up on it as well.

“Yo,” Namjoon says, trying to look and sound as douchey as possible.
The guy looks him up and down and then looks back at his phone. Namjoon frowns. “What the hell, man?”

“You need something?” the man asks, looking genuinely annoyed. Taehyung steps in then, just like they’d rehearsed, pushing Namjoon back a bit.
“Relax, bro,” he says, then turns to face the stranger. “Look, we just came by because Bogum told us to.”

This makes the man pay them more attention, and he pockets his phone, frowning at the two of them. “What did you say your names were?”
“We didn’t,” Namjoon answers, and Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“I’m V, and this is twat is RM,” Taehyung says, using their usual fake name setup.I
“Well then,” the man says. “I’ll just go ask Mr. P if he knows the two of you.”

Taehyung feels a small surge of nervousness pop up but he tries to push it away, and shrugs instead. “You could,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant. “Or we could just leave.”
“Yeah, and let Bogum know what a dickwad he chose to guard the door,” Namjoon adds.
It’s a bit over-the-top but it’s perfectly in character and it must be enough to convince the man that the two of them are the kind of brats who’d hang out with Bogum, since he ends up moving out of the way and sliding open a door in the wall that Taehyung hadn’t even noticed.
“Have a nice night,” he says, as the two of them walk through the door. As soon as it slides shut, Taehyung takes a deep breath in, letting it out slowly. First obstacle down. Now all they have to do is find Bogum and get him alone.
Namjoon turns to look at Taehyung, walking backwards. “I need a beer,” he says, just loud enough for some people around him to hear. “You want one?”
“Sure,” Taehyung replies, walking over to an empty spot on the large sectional that’s taking up pretty much a whole wall of the room they’re in. He pulls out his phone and pretends to text someone but really tries to scope out the place instead, taking in his surroundings.
No windows.

One door they came through, and at least one other door behind the bar.

Third door in the corner of the room to his right, probably a bathroom, might be a window in there.

Less than thirty people in this room, no one over the age of forty.
He glances to his left and sees a guy who can’t be older than twenty one smiling at a couple of petite blonde girls that’re practically in his lap, and recognises his face immediately.
“Here,” Namjoon says, appearing in front of him suddenly, handing him a bottle, wet with condensation. Taehyung takes a swig.

“Target at my nine,” Taehyung says quietly, still pretending to look at his phone.
Namjoon nods, disguising it as him moving his head to the muffled music, and takes a sip of his beer.

“I went to the bathroom. There’s a window to the street.”

“Perfect,” Taehyung says, then watches as Namjoon stands up with his beer, walking over to Taehyung’s left.
He shortens one of his steps and trips forward a bit, making his bottle tilt over so that beer splashes all over Bogum and the two girls he’s sitting with.

“What the hell, dude?” Bogum cries, pushing the squealing girls off of him, standing up to face Namjoon.
Namjoon holds his hands up, looking guilty.

“Yo, I’m so sorry, man, that was a total accident, I didn’t mean--”

“Who the hell are you?” Bogum says, “I don’t even know you. Get. Out.”
He motions for someone to come over and a tall guy walks over from behind the dark of the bar. “Get him out of here. Kick him out of the damn club.”
“Listen, man, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Namjoon protests, but the guy has him in a firm grip, dragging him over to the door they came in from. It’s kind of funny, because Namjoon could take the dude down in the blink of an eye, but he stays in character the whole time.
It helps that the man outside has a bad impression of him, because he makes sure that Namjoon's escorted out of the club.

Taehyung moves then, setting his beer down and pocketing his phone, walking over to the bathroom slowly, so as to not draw anyone’s attention.
It’s a posh one, by the looks of it, with hand towels instead of paper ones, and a fancy toilet that has a whole remote available to work it. Taehyung steps inside and locks the door, quickly jumping up to grip onto the lip of the window above him, and standing on the toilet.
He knocks on the window but there’s no response, and he curses. Namjoon should’ve been out at the side by now. There’s a sound at the door, someone trying the handle but not getting inside.

“Yo, open up! I need the bathroom,” Taehyung hears Bogum’s voice say.
“Goddamnit, Namjoon,” Taehyung mutters, tapping at the window again. Bogum knocks one more time, his voice getting louder.
If Namjoon doesn’t open this window soon, Taehyung knows someone’s going to bust the bathroom door down and then he’ll be in more of a situation than he wanted to be.
He groans, giving the glass a tap one more time, and then feels a rush of relief sweep over him as the window opens.

“Sorry, sorry,” he hears Namjoon mutter, but there’s no time for apologies now.
Taehyung hops off the toilet, flushing it immediately, thankful that there wasn’t some complicated button he had to press for that. He pauses and walks over to the sink, running the water for a second before unlocking the door.
Bogum opens it the second it’s unlocked, giving Taehyung an unimpressed once-over as he finishes washing his hands.

“Hurry up, dude, some clumsy prick spilled beer all over me.”
“Sorry,” Taehyung says, grabbing a towel and wiping off his hands, walking away from the sink, towards the door. He takes a couple seconds to look through the doorway and catalog everyone’s locations—there’s no one outside the bathroom waiting for Bogum. Perfect.
“Took you long enough,” he hears Bogum mutter. Taehyung closes the door swiftly, locking it. Bogum still really hasn’t noticed anything, too fixated on washing off his shirt, so Taehyung walks up behind him, twisting his towel tight.
They’re the same height, luckily, so it isn’t hard to swing the towel over Bogum’s head and across his neck, pulling it tight against his throat to crush his windpipe.
Bogum gasps, hands clawing at the towel, but Taehyung’s grip is tight and unforgiving, and he waits until he sees Bogum’s eyes droop before loosening his grip and letting him fall backwards into his arms.
“Unconscious,” Taehyung confirms, and then Namjoon’s on his stomach on the ground outside, holding his arms out and reaching into the bathroom so that he can pick up Bogum and drag him into what Taehyung hopes is a dimly-lit alley and not a main road riddled with streetlamps.
He takes a deep breath and makes the same jump he did earlier, stepping onto the toilet and pushing himself up this time to crawl through the open window and roll outside, letting Namjoon shut and lock the window behind him.
He sits up, panting, and takes a look around--it’s an alley, just like he’d hoped. He grins, turning to look at Namjoon, who kicks at a knocked-out Bogum with his foot.

“We got him,” he says, and Namjoon looks over at him, smirking.
“Yeah,” he says, but even in the dim light, Taehyung can see a few cuts and bruises on Namjoon’s face that weren’t there before.

“Namjoon,” Taehyung says, concerned, standing up to tilt Namjoon’s face into the light, hissing as he sees the injuries. “What happened to you?”
“Guess I went too far with that dude guarding the door to the VIP area,” Namjoon starts, shrugging. “When we got outside he decided to make an example of me to the many, many people in line. Didn’t want to risk looking too good at fighting. I got a couple swings at him, though.”
“You need to ice your face as soon as you can,” Taehyung says, sliding his fingers down Namjoon’s jaw, which makes Namjoon blush a little.

Both of them jump a bit when they hear a groan, and they look down to see Bogum coughing.
“Oh no,” Taehyung says, looking around them and grabbing the first thing he can find—an empty beer bottle—and smashing it over Bogum’s head. The boy falls back onto the ground, knocked out properly this time, and Namjoon just stares at Taehyung.
“Um,” Taehyung starts, unsure of how to rationalize what he just did.

Namjoon sighs. “Let’s just keep that one out of the official report.”

It’s not hard to get Bogum into a cab, then, telling the driver that he’s just their passed-out best friend.
Taehyung takes a moment to finally breathe in the car, and he looks over to see Namjoon letting out a pleased sigh. He looks at Bogum, the boy’s head resting on his shoulder. It won’t be hard to get Bogum in the hotel room—

Taehyung sits upright, raising his eyebrows. “Problem.”
The cab driver jumps at the sudden noise, giving Taehyung a glare through the rearview mirror. Taehyung doesn’t even react to that, though, turning to look at Namjoon.

“We can’t take him through the front door.
He’s been at that hotel for a week now, they’ll all recognize him as soon as we step in the lobby,” Taehyung hisses, trying to ensure that the driver won’t hear him. “And it won’t look great if we stumble in with him like this.”
Namjoon nods, and Taehyung can practically see the gears turning in his head. “You’re right. There might even be paparazzi,” he adds, and then bites his lip, turning to the driver.

“Hey, sir, could you possibly drop us off at the back entrance of the hotel?”
The cab driver’s eyes narrow. “Why?” he asks. “Trying to avoid photographers? You are all famous?”

Taehyung smirks. “Yes. If you take us to the back, there’s an extra—” he finds Bogum’s wallet and pulls out all the cash he can, “—uh, two million won?”
The driver gawks, nodding and making a sharp right turn. Three minutes later, Taehyung and Namjoon are pulling Bogum out of the taxi towards the doors at the back of the hotel. Taehyung hands the wad of cash over to the driver, who looks awestruck.
“Bless you both,” he says, almost with tears in his eyes.

“Thanks. We need it,” Taehyung replies.

He hefts one of Bogum’s arms over his shoulders, Namjoon taking the other one, and they start walking him to the hotel.
It takes some creative maneuvering to get the three of them into the lift and then up to Taehyung and Namjoon’s room, where they tie Bogum up to a chair. Taehyung checks his pulse and feels the bump on the man’s head, wincing as he maps out the size of it.
Namjoon picks up his phone, tapping at the screen a couple times before holding it to his ear.

“Jimin?” he asks, and Taehyung hears a muffled mumble on the other end of the line. “Yoongi?” Namjoon asks, confused. “Why are you still in Seoul? I- give the phone to Jimin, please.”
Taehyung chuckles, amused, as Namjoon sighs impatiently. “Yes, hello? Jimin? Yeah, I need you to contact Jin immediately and let him know that we have Park Bogum. And he—what? No, Jimin, you can’t get a bloody autograph—no, just stop, just get the message to Seokjin, yeah?
And let him know that we’ll see him first thing tomorrow morning.”

Taehyung frowns at that. He still hasn’t found a way to avoid going back to Seoul yet, but he sighs as he sees Namjoon roll his shoulders, trying to relax.
They’ve had a long night and they need to get at least a few hours’ sleep before they catch whichever ridiculously early flight Jimin’s going to be putting them on.
“Get some sleep, Namjoon,” he says, watching Namjoon nod and unbutton his shirt, making his way to the bathroom. Taehyung sighs again, pulling at Bogum’s ties to make sure they’re snug.
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