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.
“Everybody else is basically just custodial staff. These guys are the newest batch of interns. Haven’t even completed A1 yet.”
“Of course, sir. You two,” the driver says, gesturing Taehyung and the other boy over. “Come with me.”
The driver--Taehyung supposes he can call him Mingyu now--chuckles. “Now where’s the fun in that?”
The other man pulls Taehyung over to his side. “Got it. What about the other kid?”
He pulls out what Taehyung can only assume is a bulletproof vest, and Taehyung slips it on quickly over his t-shirt.
“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’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.
The man stands up, brushing his shirt off, and then looks at Taehyung curiously. “Are you new?”
“You did fine, kid,” the agent assures him, before he cocks the gun in his hand.
Taehyung’s heart is jack-rabbiting in his chest by now, but he nods, and the man is gone within a second.
“All right. Let’s keep heading North then. Everyone loaded and ready?” The group nods. “Good. Let’s move!”
“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--
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.
“I hate to sound like a buzzkill, but d’you mind turning your light off? It’s only going to attract more unwanted attention.”
“So what do we do now?” Jungkook asks, and Taehyung closes his eyes and tries to think.
“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."
“Now that’s an idea. I like that one. Let’s do that.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Taehyung spits, through gritted teeth. “I thought you didn’t want to get shot!”
“Now this,” Jungkook says, and lunges forward, pressing his mouth to Taehyung’s.
“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?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Now now, don’t go getting all dramatic on me. I’m nothing if not a man of my word.”
“Ta-da!” Jungkook says, and Taehyung walks over to see that Jungkook’s opened up the air vent.
“Aww,” Jungkook says, pouting exaggeratedly. “But I wanted to stare at your tiny butt the whole time.”
“Listen here, you little--”
“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.
“My, quite forward, aren’t we?” Jungkook says, and smirks over his shoulder. “Buy me dinner first, at least.”
“Take us to people who can help.”
“Jungkook, I swear to god--”
“Shh, be quiet,” Jungkook interrupts. “If we talk too loud or too much, they’ll hear us.”
“I have a confession to make,” Jungkook pants, using his elbows to move himself forward.
Taehyung frowns. “What, are you going to faint or something?”
There’s a pause. “Maybe. It’s not unheard of.”
“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.”
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?”
“Just--close your eyes. Keep moving, but keep them closed. I’ll tell you if there’s any turns or anything.”
“Keep your eyes shut,” Taehyung orders.
“They are,” Jungkook assures him, exasperated.
“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--”
Taehyung scowls. “No.”
“Then what’s the point? I’d just get a sunburn and have sand stuck all over me. Useless.”
“No. Not until you come up with a better scenario.”
“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.”
“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 gives him a guilty look. “Well... I sort of lied.”
“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.”
“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.
“Taehyung,” one of them acknowledges, lowering his gun. “It’s okay, lads, he’s one of our own.”
“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?”
“Where’s the other agent you were talking about?”
“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?”
“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?”
“What did this guy look like?” Namjoon asks, obviously ignoring Taehyung’s sardonic comment.
“Taehyung,” he says, slowly. “You just described--”
“Crap,” Namjoon cusses. “Shoot on sight!”
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.
“It’s Jeon 3,” Taehyung hears one of the agents whisper, but that’s not the name he knows this boy by.
“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.”
“Why did you lead Taehyung here?” Namjoon asks Jungkook, who smiles again.
“Jeon,” Namjoon warns, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.
“Jungkook--” he starts, and the look Jungkook gives his brother is murderous.
Jungkook cocks his head. “Oh no?” he says, and then moves his hand down and shoots Junghyun straight through his shoulder.
“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.”
“I know you’ve got plans to interrogate my dad, but it’s too late,” he says, and Namjoon frowns.
“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.”
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.
“Where are we?”
“Where’s Jeon 3?”
“What the hell--”
“Shit, my head--”
“He’s gone! He escaped!”
Everyone immediately organizes themselves into a straight line, arms behind their backs.
“This is the intern I was telling you about,” Namjoon says, almost proudly, it seems. Taehyung feels his cheeks heat up.
“Kim Dohyeon. Pleasure to meet you. It’s nice to see young men like you stepping up to the occasion.”
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?”
“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.
“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.”
“Congratulations,” Namjoon says, walking up to Taehyung, grinning wide. “You're pretty damn good, kid.”
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.
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.
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.
“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.
“Taehyung!” a voice cries into his ear, and even though it’s painfully loud, Taehyung’s able to categorise it as Mingyu's brother.
“Yeah,” Taehyung confirms, as Hyungwon excitedly noogies him.
the first message says, followed by--
"love, Jungkook. ;)"
"Look out the window, Tae Tae."
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.
“Morning, Ji-Yeon,” Taehyung mumbles, as he walks into the small but warm convenience store a short while later.
“Apple pie?” he asks, voicing his thoughts, and the small, candy floss pink haired man at the desk beams at him.
“So I was right,” Taehyung replies, returning the hug. “And hello, Jimin.”
“Wait a second,” Jimin says, abruptly leaning back.
Taehyung laughs. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I just felt like I had to switch it up. I could barely see!”
“You are the king of grace and beauty, Jiminie,” Taehyung quips, getting a middle finger over the top of the desk as a reply.
“Love you, Taehyung!” Jimin cries, and Taehyung winks at him before pressing the button for his floor.
“Senior agent meeting in five.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, chomping down on his food.
The way this building is set up is pretty imposing, and Taehyung’s not a huge fan of it, but he can deal.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow and takes the seat next to him.
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.”
Case 6: CAPTURE FUGITIVE
SEX: M, HEIGHT: 1.78m, HAIR: brunette, EYES: brown.
NAME: JEON, JUNGKOOK
“I want six,” he says, with no hesitation, and everyone at the table turns to look at him.
Namjoon’s jaw is clenched and Taehyung realizes that this may be what he was so worried about earlier.
“No,” Taehyung replies, surprised at how he’s reacting.
It takes him a minute to realise that the table’s silent, no other agent really speaking, just looking between Taehyung and Namjoon.
“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.
“You’re supposed to recover all the pot, Yoongi, not smoke it,” Taehyung comments, and the table erupts in chuckles.
“Sure,” Namjoon answers, but it’s obvious his mind is somewhere else, since he’s looking at Taehyung pointedly. Yoongi whoops in victory regardless.
“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.
Dongwoo frowns and opens his mouth to protest but Namjoon holds up a hand.
“Whatever,” Dongwoo says, stretching out in his chair. “Italy has better nightclubs anyways.”
“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.”
“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.
“Taehyung?” he says, moving to walk out of the office, and Taehyung stands up to follow him.
“Why can’t you just give me the case, Namjoon? I never ask for anything, can’t I just be given this one?”
Taehyung frowns. “So then why’d you even put it on the assignment sheet?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon says, “I just don’t think I’ll ever get used to opening this door and not seeing my dad inside.”
“Namjoon,” Seokjin says, from where he’s sitting at his desk, writing something down.
“I think I’ll be a good resource elsewhere,” Namjoon explains.
Seokjin hums in acknowledgement, then turns his attention to Taehyung. “Taehyung,” he starts, his voice a bit too smooth.
“No, I--” Taehyung starts, then clears his throat. “I simply saw the case on the assignment list and requested to be on it.
“Yes, of course, Seokjin,” Namjoon agrees, and Taehyung nods again. He can feel his stomach flutter with excitement.
“I--yes, of course, Sir,” Taehyung answers, bowing, unsure of what else to say.
“Oh my god,” he breathes, once he’s outside, turning to Namjoon.
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.
“Busan’s a nice city,” Taehyung replies, “I haven’t been here before.”
and maybe get to kiss him again.
“It’s a pity. I really was looking forward to meeting Hoseok.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrow. “Why?”
“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.
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.”
“Who says I want you to kiss me?” Taehyung counters, though he leans in even closer to Jungkook.
“We’re alone here,” he says, and Taehyung immediately looks around to see that Jungkook’s telling the truth.
“They work for me. Had to be safe, you know. Didn’t know if you were going to show up with backup.”
And Jungkook moves forward, pressing his lips to Taehyung’s and moving to cradle the older man’s head in his hands.
“We need a bed,” Taehyung declares, and Jungkook starts laughing, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Taehyung’s mouth.
“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.
“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.”
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 have many skills,” Jungkook replies, and then opens a large black door behind him that’s marked ‘Employees Only’. “Race you there.”
“Get it together,” he mutters to himself, leaning against the back wall and trying to calm his breathing down.
“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.
“Wait, seriously?” he asks, and Jungkook blushes, looking a little guilty.
Taehyung turns without hesitation and carries Jungkook over to the beautiful big king size bed.
“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.
“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?”
He reaches forward and skates his fingers up Taehyung’s member, which twitches in response, spurting a bit of precome out of the tip.
“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.”
And god, does he love giving head.
Jungkook’s hand stills, his touch more tentative now than before. “Do you... do you want things to change?”
“What the hell,” Jungkook spits, looking both terrified and furious.
“I have to do this, Jungkook,” he says, as Jungkook shakes his head.
Definitely not expecting the stream of water that pours out onto his face.
“Like I said, I had to do that,” Taehyung continues, “because you had come on your face, too.”
“You’re full of crap. I should knee you in the balls for 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.
“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.
Jungkook relaxes his hold on Taehyung.
“I’ve pointed a real gun at you before, Jungkook, I know how easily you can talk your way out of those situations.
“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.
“Nothing about this relationship seems rational,” Taehyung interrupts, turning around to face Jungkook, tracing his jaw.
Jungkook just looks at Taehyung for a few moments before breaking out into a grin.
“Go on a date with me.”
“No, no,” Jungkook says, excitedly. “There’s so many places in the world where we can spend time together, just us two.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow.
“I’m going to need something from you, each week, at least.
“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.
Taehyung shakes his head, enamored.
“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?”
Jungkook blushes a bit. “I, um- I was there too,” he admits, guiltily. “Mostly because you were, to be honest.
Taehyung stares at Jungkook, mouth agape.
“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.
“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.
“Hey, Namjoon-hyung!” he says when he picks up, though Namjoon sounds nowhere as relaxed as Taehyung when he speaks.
“Oh, really?” Taehyung asks, glancing behind himself through the sliding glass doors into the hotel room where he can see Jungkook’s sleeping form.
“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.”
“Nah, I’m fine,” Namjoon says, which Taehyung should’ve also expected, because Namjoon would never ask for help outright.
“Namjoon, what the hell even happened?” Taehyung asks.
Taehyung snorts. “Yeah, or something.”
“I’m trying to figure out where I am--”
“You have a GPS in your phone--”
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.
“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?”
“We should meet up, definitely,” Namjoon says, confirming Taehyung’s hypothesis.
“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.”
“Good morning,” he says, leaning forward and kissing Jungkook, making sure that it’s slow and thorough.
“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.”
“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.
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.
“Crap. Namjoon’s in the lobby,” Taehyung says, worriedly. Jungkook rolls his eyes.
Taehyung’s stomach flutters in worry. “Wait, I thought--”
“My ride’s here.”
Before he can rebuke himself for not thinking about this sooner, though, there’s a knock at his door.
“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.
“It’s just,” Namjoon pauses, gesturing up and down Taehyung.
“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.
“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.
“That’d be amazing,” Namjoon says, looking incredibly grateful. “Thanks, Tae.”
Except--there’s no reason for him to have any loose paper in this bag.
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.
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!
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 looks in the mirror when he’s done.
“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.
Why couldn’t he like Namjoon?
“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.”
“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.
Namjoon nods, contemplating. “Did this Hoseok guy seem like a reliable source of information?”
“Yeah,” Taehyung lies.
“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.
“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.
Namjoon frowns at him. “Taehyung, I know you know that that’s not protocol.
Namjoon’s look softens a bit, and he gives Taehyung an understanding smile. “I get it.
Taehyung nods, because Namjoon’s right.
“Okay, so Park Bogum—I still can’t believe you got this name, Taehyung,” Namjoon says excitedly.
“Mummy’s boy,” Taehyung comments, and Namjoon smirks at him.
“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 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.
Namjoon shakes his head. “No. We were lucky he was able to book us into this hotel, to be honest.
“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.
“Right,” Namjoon confirms, and Taehyung feels the pieces of a plan click together in his head.
Taehyung smirks. “Maybe. Call Jimin.”
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.
“Yo,” Namjoon says, trying to look and sound as douchey as possible.
“You need something?” the man asks, looking genuinely annoyed. Taehyung steps in then, just like they’d rehearsed, pushing Namjoon back a bit.
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?”
“I’m V, and this is twat is RM,” Taehyung says, using their usual fake name setup.I
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.”
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.
“Target at my nine,” Taehyung says quietly, still pretending to look at his phone.
“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.
“What the hell, dude?” Bogum cries, pushing the squealing girls off of him, standing up to face Namjoon.
“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.”
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.
“Yo, open up! I need the bathroom,” Taehyung hears Bogum’s voice say.
“Sorry, sorry,” he hears Namjoon mutter, but there’s no time for apologies now.
“Hurry up, dude, some clumsy prick spilled beer all over me.”
“We got him,” he says, and Namjoon looks over at him, smirking.
“Namjoon,” Taehyung says, concerned, standing up to tilt Namjoon’s face into the light, hissing as he sees the injuries. “What happened to you?”
Both of them jump a bit when they hear a groan, and they look down to see Bogum coughing.
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 sits upright, raising his eyebrows. “Problem.”
“We can’t take him through the front door.
“Hey, sir, could you possibly drop us off at the back entrance of the hotel?”
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?”
“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.
“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 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.