Thread by @kimtaev_______

#taekookau where they're on an undercover mission and it's decided that TH is the bait for a rich guy that likes pretty boys... JK doesn't like it.

#taekook #kookv

TW:
- TH is bait for rich creeps
- Jealous Koo
- in denial Koo
- Swear words
- Jimin is an instigator, we love him
(More to be added later)

A/N:
- IDK when I'll finish this. It's been sitting in my drafts for months
- I have a thing for jealous koo
- it's life or death tbh
- If you want this prompt, just credit LOL

The live jazz music filled up the private gala nicely; adding to the ambiance of the elite the wealthy vibe of the place. It was a private gathering to celebrate Governor Lee for winning the Incheon election once again...

... Though Jeongguk found the win questionable (him not being the only one to think that), that wasn’t the main focus of his aggravation.

“This has to be one of the most ridiculous, profoundly idiotic and insane ideas that Namjoon has ever come up with.” He speaks up, having muted his earpiece not long after he and Jimin had stationed themselves at the bar.

Being tasked as the bartender for the night, Hoseok comes up to slide them both a whiskey glass. There’s a calculated smile upon his face when he says, “Here you are gentlemen.” ...

... Before he leaves, he makes sure to give Jeongguk a careful look that the youngest could assume was to tell him to shut up.

“First off, that’s debatable,” Jimin supplies, tapping his finger along the rim of the whiskey glass. “Don’t you remember Egypt?” He doesn’t flinch when Jeongguk glares at him for the reminder...

... “Secondly, I’m pretty sure that you’re just saying that because Taehyung is bait. It’s not Namjoon’s fault that the target likes pretty boys.”

“That doesn’t mean Taehyung had to do it.”

“So you admit that Taehyung is pretty?” Jimin turns his body towards the youngest now with the most annoying smirk that Jeongguk has ever seen in his lifetime.

“What are you on about now, Park?” He’d asked, petulantly with his forearms folded and rested onto the bar top.

“You didn’t deny it when I said Taehyung is a pretty boy.”

The noise that left the back of Jeongguk’s throat was strained, having his hand cover his mouth while he looked at the countertop in an effort to avoid Jimin’s grin.

“Plus, it’s not like Tae’s going to sleep with him or something.”

Jeongguk shivers at the thought, his eyes clouding over in anger at the mere thought of it. He clenches his jaw with closed eyes, willing away the image of someone else being so close, touching and holding Taehyung.

It has his blood burning throughout his body.

"No, he's not."

He didn’t get why and when Jimin became so invested in Jeongguk’s relationship– or lack thereof– with Taehyung. It wasn’t like he and Taehyung didn’t get along, they did– they had the best duo dynamic in their line of work; there were very few losses for them.

However, underneath all of that, there was this unaddressed tension that settled between them since their mission back in Peru.

A few months back, they were executing a heist that led to a shootout at one of the casinos which then led to Jeongguk getting shot. During the gunfire, Taehyung had failed to check his surroundings and almost gotten shot himself if Jeongguk hadn’t ran to take the bullet for him

That bullet meant for Taehyung was lodged into his lower abdomen, thankfully missing any vital organs that could have ended his life.

Upon waking up post-op a few days later, Yoongi had informed Jeongguk that Taehyung had not left his bedside in the 4 days that followed his recovery. Though, out of concern, Jimin and Seokjin managed to drag the man out of their in-house hospital to take a shower and rest.

When Taehyung had heard of Jeongguk waking up, he wasted no time in running down the stairs to their basement to slam the door open to see him. The silence that blanketed the both of them was suffocating, neither knowing what to say or if to say anything at all.

Tentatively, the elder reached out for Jeongguk’s hand and rested it on his lap. That day forward, little to no words exchanged between the both of them for the rest of the time the youngest had been in there.

“Hoseok.” Yoongi’s voice cracks in Jeongguk’s earpiece and snaps him out of his thoughts, doing his best to keep his eyes on his drink but that doesn’t stop the level of unease that’s starting to settle in his stomach.

“I see it,” Hoseok mumbled, staring up at the wall decorated with the wide variety of alcohol while he mindlessly wiped down a beer glass. “It looks like we’re not the only ones out for this man’s bounty, Namjoon.”

Jeongguk turns around on the bar countertop carefully, leaning his back against it to rest his elbows back. It was to appear laidback, as if he was just trying to look around and admire the party-goers with a grin. Though, they all knew that was far from it.

“Of course, Suho and his team would want a piece of the bounty,” Jimin hissed, taking a careful swig of the whiskey glass that held nothing but sparkling cider. (Can’t be drinking on the job, now can they?)

“We can’t let them see that we’ve got Han’s attention,” Namjoon says, and Jeongguk swears he feels the hesitation when his voice rings out in his ear once more. "Seokjin, mute Jeongguk's mic."

“Namjoon, what the hell is going on?”

“Taehyung, listen to me carefully, go with him upstairs, I will have Hoseok and Yoongi meet you there as soon as possible, distract him as much as you can.”

“Namjoon, he's unarmed, are you fucking insane?!" Prior to their arrival they all decided it would be best for Taehyung to enter the gala unarmed. It was a relief that they did because as soon as Han placed his sights on Taehyung, he had his men give him a pat down.

(Which had Jeongguk bristling where he stood.)

His heart shot up to his throat when he hears Taehyung's voice, “How long do I need to stall?”

No, no, no. Jeongguk only agreed because they said Taehyung would always be in someone's line of sight. This wasn't the plan!

“5 minutes, max, keep your distance if you can, Tae.”

"Copy, tell me when."

Jeongguk tenses his body, as if ready to pounce at any slight movement by Taehyung or Han.

He's afraid that if he even blinks, the subject of his sleepless nights since Peru. “Namjoon, if you let Taehyung walk out that door with Han, I’m going to put a bullet between his eyes, I don’t care how much he’s worth to you.”

The only reply he got in return was a pause, a long painful one before Namjoon speaks once again, “Jimin.”

“I’m sorry, Jeongguk.”

It was Jimin.

Just as he was about to march over to the pair, Jeongguk hears an electric cracking noise at his hip which he easily identifies as a stun gun.

He doesn't know when Jimin came that close to him, pissed at Jimin and himself for blurring his judgement once again because of Taehyung.

➷ a/n:

hi, gonna finish this au first while I outline the other and get to writing.

See you soon! ✨️💜

"You have to trust Taehyung."

Jeongguk hasn't felt fear since joining Namjoon and the team. Not even when he got shot in Taehyung's stead. He can only guess that the increased heart rate and bile in threatening to come up is an indicator of what could be fear.

And it was all because of Taehyung.

It's always because of Taehyung.

“Jimin,” Jeongguk says carefully, looking over his shoulder to his teammate. “He’s unarmed, you’re putting him in danger!” He’s seething, he can’t believe that his friends would do something like this to Taehyung...

... Jeongguk is doing all he can to not turn around quickly and knock his head into the others’. A quick glance over Jimin’s shoulder, he notices that Hoseok was nowhere in sight.

“He’s not a damsel in distress,” this has him rolling his eyes, because that’s not what he’s saying at all, “he’s a good agent.”

“I know he is,” he argues back, taking a deep breath and slowly turning around to face Jimin, then down to his hand.

The other had his thumb resting on the trigger, ready for any movement he’s to make. And out of all of them, it had to be Jimin– the one that was the quickest and stealthiest out of all of them.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let him walk off with a known murderer.” There’s anger in his voice, he doesn’t even try to hide it.

He’s pissed with Namjoon for taking on this mission; he’s bitter with Taehyung for agreeing to be the bait; he’s pissed that Jimin is preventing him from going to make sure Taehyung is safe; he’s angry at everyone for not seeing the danger that comes with this entire thing.

But overall, Jeongguk is upset with himself for even letting something like this happen in the first place.

Jimin softens a little, and Jeongguk hates that he can see pity in his eyes. “Jeongguk, look–”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Jimin closed his lips firmly at that, “if you truly cared about Taehyung, you wouldn’t be holding a taser to me right now.”

“You’re letting your feelings get in the way of your judgment,” Jimin quipped back, his hold on the taser getting firm, “if you’d stop thinking with your dick, you’d not be risking Taehyung or the mission right now!”

This has Jeongguk’s ears burning red, knowing that Jimin’s mic wasn’t muted at all and Taehyung had definitely heard that. He knows for sure because he can see from the corner of his eye, the same person snapping his head towards them for only a moment.

Even at this angle and distance, Jeongguk does his best to make sure that he’s in tune with every one of his movements. “I– what– you… You’re being stupid, that doesn’t make any sense. I’m not doing any thinking.”

“Clearly."

There’s an indescribable need to grab Jimin’s head with both hands and knee his forehead right now. To start, he doesn’t even know why Jimin even said that in the first place; there was no hint of Jeongguk showing any desire towards his partner like that– that he knows of.

And second, because he put him on blast, the other had just put another strain on his relationship with Taehyung.

“Admit it,” Jimin godes further, “you’re just pissed that Namjoon had Taehyung be bait because you can’t fathom knowing that someone wants him and by exposing him to someone like Han, that only leads to someone wanting him.”

“Shut up, dickhead, I’m warning you now,” it wasn’t an empty threat, regardless of the taser pointed at him now, Jeongguk knows that Jimin won’t do anything to cause a scene between the both of them if he continued.

Or so he thought.

“What are you gonna do when Taehyung actually wants someone back, huh?”

Jeongguk had had enough, the boiling anger that had been simmering since their arrival was bubbling over and he was ready to physically remove Jimin out of his way.

“Taehyung, move.”

Namjoon’s command had Jeongguk moving before Jimin could even register Namjoon speaking into their ear. He pinches at Jimin’s wrist, the taser pointed away from him and falling to the floor with a little clatter; the sound cushioned by the music.

He crashes his body against Jimin’s with the other hand reaching for the man’s glass of cider and tossing the contents of it to the back of the person behind Jimin. Jeongguk makes quick work to spin Jimin around to face the pompous party-goer.

The man turns around with a glare pointed at Jimin. “What is your problem? Why did you do that?”

Jimin stumbles, completely caught off guard with the whole situation. Though he does commend Jeongguk for being clever, he absolutely wants to wring the guys neck right now. “No– I–"

“Do you know how much this suit jacket costs?” The pompous dick continues his hissy fit, gaining the–thankfully small– attention of those around their immediate area.

Jeongguk takes the opportunity to make his escape, turning back into his earpiece where he hears Jimin telling Namjoon that he’d gotten away. Snitch. This urges him to move and walk faster (because running would be too obvious) ...

... and he can see that Suho and his men are starting to spread around out– no doubt looking for the target, not knowing that the man they’re looking for had just left with Jeongguk’s partner.

The youngest ducks his head and continues towards the exit just as he hears Namjoon speak up once again, “Turn off Taehyung’s earpiece.” Shit, no, no no! The protest is heavy on his tongue, but Namjoon beats him to it.

The youngest ducks his head and continues towards the exit just as he hears Namjoon speak up once again, “Turn off Taehyung’s earpiece.”

Shit, no, no no! The protest is heavy on his tongue, but Namjoon beats him to it.

“Jeongguk, listen to me, I get that Taehyung is a very touchy subject for you, but I’m not going to let you fuck this up for us."

➷ a/n:

I'd planned out "Fire with Fire," and now I'm just gonna try and get this all wrapped up.

Thank you all for your support!

See you soon! ✨💜

“What the hell are you even talking about?” Jeongguk huffs, slipping past the sea of bodies that fill the gala, trying his hardest to make a beeline for the door he’d seen his partner leave too long ago.

There were looks thrown his way from pompous asshats and bimbos but that was the least of his concerns.

“It’s my duty as his partner to make sure that he’s safe.” This is what he tells himself, but even as the words leave his mouth, he knows that the rest listening don’t believe him. Hell, he doesn’t believe in himself either.

He knows that Taehyung can’t hear him when he says that and a part of him feels a little regretful that he can’t.

There’s a heavy sigh in his ear that Jeongguk knows is going to lead into an earful once he’s back at the base with everyone. With Taehyung safe. “Jeongguk, don’t do anything stupid, that’s all I’m asking.”

“You shouldn’t have hired me then.”

He spots Hoseok holding his hands out with a wide smile at two heavy set men– Han’s guards, waving it around as if he’s explaining something that, frankly, Jeongguk could care less about. The elder was always the car salesman.

Hoseok had always been smooth with his words.

Just before he could make his way towards the elevator, he hears Hoseok scream, “Ah! There’s my assistant, Hansung-ah! Come, these are Mr. Han’s guards, do you mind helping me show them where his packages are located?”