Misty

Sorry it took me a while to post this chapter. It isn’t too long but I didn’t want to leave you all hanging without anything. I had a lot of things to handle - family visit threw the holidays as well as I met someone and got into a relationship - first time since a couple years. Work has also been busy so I hope you guys will forgive my absence! I will try and post more frequently now! Please comment. Your words always are motivating!

The dead toned beep of the ended phone call rang in your ears mercilessly. Taking a couple seconds to compose yourself after Yoongis brutal truth, you looked at the mirror and took in a deep, sharp breath. Shaking your head, you grabbed at the bridge of your nose. This was all getting chaotic and you did not like that fact at all.

You’ve always lead a quite composed life. Yes your work was complicated and very intense at times but outside of that you lead a peaceful life up until now. Up until you got dragged into this fucking mess by your best friend. Up until you found out your fiancé was a liar and cheater. Up until you screwed Agust-D, or should you say - it was more like he screwed you.

Walking into the hot shower you tried to get rid of all those invasive thoughts. Your brain kept playing scenes of the black eyed gangsters lips attacking all of your skin, all of those sensitive parts, all the places that mattered. Your hands wiped down your face as if trying to toss off all the images together with the water droplets. This was not going to be an easy task. Sleeping with the long haired brunette just made your already complicated situation even more messed up.

Once you were wiping your body off with the soft towel you let out yet again another frustrated sigh. Knowing you had to get out of the bathroom and face Hoseok angered you. All you wanted to do was punch him in the face and break his perfect little nose. The vision of having to keep this relationship going for the greater good and to put his ass behind bars wasn’t in any way ideal for you. But it had to be done. You knew in the long run this was they only thing that would make up for all the heartache he put you threw.

You let your still wet hair drop on your shoulders. Wrapping yourself up in a comfortable bathrobe you walked out hesitantly. The smell of freshly made breakfast, deliciously tickled your nostrils. Well at least he was good for some things - you muttered soundlessly to yourself.

Stepping in the kitchen you saw the cheater himself hovering over some pans, while humming some tune. You used to love this view, you used to watch him quietly with a big smile on your face. These gestured used to matter. Now all they did was poke a deep hole in your heart. You could not help but feel as if dead inside towards the one you thought you’d end up spending your life with.

As if on queue Hoseok turned to you with a plated meal and a sweet smile on his face.

“Sit love” he said with a hum while placing the dish on the table. You felt you stomach clench while you braved yourself to put on the best fake loving face you could. “Thanks… hun…” you said a bit hesitantly, what he picked up right away.

Sighing loudly he looked at you with sad eyes and said “Hey… I know lately it has been rough… and I work a lot… and I don’t give you the attention you deserve. But that will change soon babe, I promise…” he whispered while leaning down to kiss your temple.

It took all of your impulse control not to push away from him. Forcing yourself to take the kiss you said quietly “Yea… it has been rough…”. After your words fell, he gave you a worried look. Knowing you well he decided not to continue this topic. Instead he gave you another peck and told you to eat up while he makes coffee.

Your eyes turned to the back of his head as he brewed the caffeinated liquid. You wished you could burn a hole in his skull, purely by your gaze. Giving up on that ridiculous thought, you focused on your food. You had to eat. You had work this afternoon. You didn’t want to feel weak and tired. Work was about the only thing that still made sense in your life. All the rest seemed to be going down in flames.

Once your fiancé put a cup in front of you, you gladly grabbed at it. Keeping yourself occupied and your mouth full was the best option to avoid senseless talk. You were only willing to answer what you had planned for the day. You really didn’t want to force the conversation. Thankfully Hobi seemed to think all the tension was coming from his lack of time and his hectic work schedule. Who were you to correct him? Even if you wanted you couldn’t. You had a deal with Jimin. The vision of the cheating bastard in front of you, being set behind bars was the only thing that kept you sane.

When you finished up your meal, you decided to do the dishes. You didn’t want to seem too upset. It was a usual with the two of you. When one cooked the other took care of the dishes. The brainless action made you zone out. The bubbles on your hand felt oddly relaxing. As you were about to calm down from all the anger your felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist.

You took in a sharp breath and get tense right away. It was something you could not control. It was just a natural reaction of your body to the touch of someone who you saw as a traitor. “Are you that displeased with me?” he asked, his lips almost touching your ear. Anxiety was attacking your nerve system mercilessly. You had to swallow the big ball that formed in your throat before you spoke “It just had been very awkward between us… that’s all…”.

Shaking his head slightly he kept on hugging you “I know baby… and I wanna fix it… you know what they say… good sex can cure many arguments…” hearing those words you felt your stomach flip. The last thing you were feeling up to was going to bed with this asshole. But did you have much choice? This was your thing. You guys used to use the act of desire take over you when in disputes. You didn’t want to raise red flags and have him suspicious of your behavior. There was so much at stake.

An idea popped in your head. You could use the fact he clearly wanted to sway you, please you. This was your way to get threw this. Turning around slowly you gave him a dark smile. Your brain automatically switching to imagine someone else was standing in front of you. “Is that so? You want to fix the situation?” you asked with a deeper voice and he nodded in agreement.

“Then get on your knees and please me. Since you didn’t have time to give me attention lately… today will be all about me…” you voice was sultry and tainted with a darkness you never let out yet. Hoseok was clearly taken aback for a second, completely not expecting such a thing from you. But you were right, he did want to sway your mood. So he smiled gently while dropping down slowly to his knees.

His long fingers grabbed at your shorts and pulled them down. You closed your eyes imagining it was those digits covered in rings doing this to you. At this moment you were great full for having a good imagination. You needed it to survive this, to take pleasure from it.

When you felt the hot breath hit your core, you bit down on your lip, visioning it was the dark haired mobster in front of you. The image of Agust-D on his knees made you soaked in seconds. “God you’re getting wet…” Jung gasped, his voice distracting you a bit, so you shushed him with a “Get to it then…”.

Once you felt his tongue on your clit you almost jumped. The next movements and sucking making you almost moan Yoongis name. He was right. You would be thinking of him… fuck you were already and this was the only thing making you enjoy the moment. It didn’t take you long to jump over the edge. Biting down on your tongue you made sure to not scream the name of another.

Luckily for you, your fiancé was so out of it all and happy with himself, he believed everything between you was ok for now. The fact he had to head out to work soon, was just the cherry on top of the cake. You on the other hand had time to get ready for the afternoon and think about how Yoongi read right threw you. His words from your last phone call echoed in your brain. Shaking your head you mumbled to yourself - Stop. This needs to stop. I am just gonna use what happened to imagine things, to survive around Hoseok as long as I need to.

The little pep talk was supposed to set you straight. You decided you would never give into temptation again. You’d never jump into the arms of a gangster. You couldn’t. He was bad news. Or maybe bad news was him. It was hard to decided which of the two was correct. But the fact was - this man was danger and it was best to stir clear of him. So that is what you planned on doing.

Work was going well for you even tho you didn’t get to have the shift with your friend. But maybe that was better. That way you could focus on the job and not risk falling into discussing the whole gang situation. Your phone was silent as well. No messages from you soon to be ex. No one to bother your. No one to disturb your flow.

You were telling lucky to have a couple of light surgeries scheduled. They were just basic procedures. You did not need to think too much about what you were doing. You were great full that you enjoyed your job. That it was left undisturbed. That it could be your anchor to sanity. You could lose yourself in it. Forget about all the other chaos. Just be present in the moment. Just focus on your hand work, on what needed to be done. Nothing else mattered then and there.

The wrecked mood from the morning switched to a content and relaxed on. The evening was nice. You decided you’d take a walk home. You lived not too far away. Some exercise would do you well. Taking out your phone you thought for a moment and texted Jungkook. You wanted to check if maybe he was out drinking in some of the bars close by. You’d gladly join him then.

While walking and awaiting and answer from your coworker, your turned into one of the allies to take a shortcut. It was still not that late and usually the are was safe. All seemed to be the same this time. That was until a black SUV appeared at the other end. Stopping in your tracks you felt the flight or fight mode sweep over your body.

Clenching your hands on the purse strap you were thinking on what to do. Once the doors of the car opened, you were ready to run. But suddenly the well known gravely voice hit the air.

“Didn’t your parents teach you allies tend to be dangerous?” he chuckled a bit at his own words clearly enjoying he gave you a scare.

Your feet became heavy. It was as if the got cemented to the ground. A shiver ran over your spine. Standing there you stared as the brunet slowly made his way to you. The heels of his elegant shoes clicking over the ground. The sound bounced off the bricked walls. It all seemed just like in the movies. The hunter walking over to his helpless prey.

As he came close he tossed the end of his cigaret to the grown and blew out the last smoke your way. You felt your knees becoming weak. This guys was something else. Everything about him was screaming danger, but somehow you couldn’t move, you couldn’t run, you just stood there, your eyes glued to him.

“I told you we’d meet again Y/N… and you owe me a morning…” clearing your throat you finally spoke “Do I? I don’t recall anything about spending the mornings with you in our agreement…” the words made him leans his head back and laugh. “What a mouth you have…” he spat out and grabbed your face with his hand. Pushing down on your cheeks. His black eyes piercing right threw your soul. “I have better use for it then starting up discussions…” his voice was low and coated with something you could not put your finger on. Was it desire?

The next thing you knew, you were pinned to the cold wall, his face inches from yours. As you were about to speak, he silenced you with his lips.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after not writing anything at all. Please keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty at times. Comments and thoughts are well appreciated. Don’t hesitate to ask questions, state your thoughts for me to post up and have me add you to the tag list!

You blinked very fast. Your thoughts were all over the place. Keeping your gaze on the KCIA badge you took a deep breath and mumbled “Yea… it does look like we need to talk…” trying to gather yourself, you turned to face the kind eyed man.

This was the moment he should start explaining, because you sure as hell had no idea what the actual fuck was going on.

He let out a long, quiet sigh, keeping his eyes on the road. “So… I am well aware you normally would not have anything to do with a gang, if it wasn’t for your reckless friend…” he started. “But… our target isn’t really the whole group. I mean yea, they are dangerous, cause some havoc but… they are also a well know danger… they keep the product they sell clean and such… yes it is bad, but how to say it? A evil you know is better than anything unknown and out of control right?”.

You tried to follow his logic, one questing popping into your head - then why was he even there? As if reading your mind he explained “We are fishing for the police… we have known the department has gotten very dirty in the recent years… and we are collecting enough evidence to be sure to take that scum down…” he turned his eyes to the road again waiting for you to slowly take in the information he has dropped on you.

You shake your head a bit and then look up as if asking the universe why the fuck this is all happening. “So… let me guess… my fiancé happens to be on the list…”. Jimin sighed and slowly nodded his head, clicking his tongue he looked at you for a second. “Listen… I know this is all a lot to take in… especially that your fiancé is an absolute dick… but… I assume you’d have nothing against putting his ass behind bars right?”.

You look at the man sitting next to you and try to think of an answer. In all honesty you would gladly have Hobi suffer since you found out not only is he dirty but also a cheater. The fact you slept with Agust-D did not seem like proper justice for the fact that asshole ruined all those years of your life. But having him locked up seemed like some kind of karma.

“Yea… I would not mind that at all…” you paused for a while and then asked “So… let me take a guess. You would love to have a spy in me huh?”. Jimin cleared his throat quietly, clearly not expecting you to be this blunt. “I won’t lie… it would probably make things easier… I believe you could fish out some important intel for us…”

Without much hesitation you say “Ok. Count me in then, as long as me and my friend Jungkook are not dragged into whatever consequences this shitshow brings…” the hazy eyed man slightly looks at you and nods “Of course… you will be my informant so I will make sure your demands are met…” you roll your eyes a bit not enjoying the fact once again you have been put in a peculiar spot.

You asked to be dropped off a couple of blocks before your building. Your neighborhood was safe enough for you to walk back and you sure as hell would not wan’t Hoseok seeing you get dropped off by Jimin.

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You will have to lie, pretend and play games with Hobi. It was not something you ever would see yourself doing but given the circumstances, you did not have many options in order to receive some sort of justice for yourself. The worst part being that you had to pretend you have no idea about what he did and that you are still oh so blindly in love with him, when in reality all you wanted is to beat him into a pulp for wasting all those important years of your life.

Walking in slowly into your apartment you gently closed the doors hoping that if your fiancé was there you would not wake him up. Looking around you saw his jacket and sighed. Luck was not on your side. It seemed that you were gonna have to deal with his company sooner then later.

You made your way passed the opened bedroom doors, making sure to be quiet and to get you the chance to sleep on the couch, but no, you had to be shit outta luck. “Y/N? Hun? That you?” you swore in your head and barely controlled your impulse to punch the wall. Silently clearing your throat you said “Yea… it’s me… I went out with Kookie and some other coworkers… since you said you would be home late again…” you lied threw your teeth.

A sound of the bed covers rustling hit your ears. You knew he was getting up, so you put your best pretend happy tipsy face on. Right then you saw him stand in the door and lean on the frame with a slightly sleepy face. He smiled at you and came up taking your hand in his. “Mmm… I’m sorry I am having to work so much lately babe…” you nodded your head afraid that if you spoke that moment he would pick up your pure rage.

After a second you gathered yourself “It’s fine, we both have jobs that can occupy us at times…” wrapping his arms around you he kissed your shoulder “What did I do to deserve such a woman?” you forced a giggle. “Can I make it up to you Y/N? Hmmm?” he hummed in a low voice pulling at your waistband. You laughed lightly and gave him a peck in the nose saying “we can discuss that after I take a shower and you make breakfast.”

He mumbled slightly disappointed but made his way to the kitchen, you on the other hand got into the bathroom. You stood there looking at your reflection in the big mirror questioning all your life decisions and if you should have ever moved to Korea. You turned on the water for it to warm up. You needed a hot shower to was off all the strain from your muscles.

Suddenly your phone rang causing you to jump up. Looking at the screen you could see a no caller ID show up. Normally you would ignore such a call but something in you gave you a hunch. Picking up the phone you quietly answered. “Hello?” you heard a deep sigh on the other side of the line and then the well know gravely voice “Didn’t take you would be the type to sneak out at dawn?” your heart clenched and then started beating like crazy. You could feel your body getting tense.

“And I wouldn’t think you’d be the type to be bothered by such a thing… I would think you’d appreciate it…” he chuckled, you could almost see him shaking his head in amusement “Nah… I was thinking of round two for breakfast…” you sigh grabbing the tip of your nose. This was all one big mess. “I have a fiancé…” you muttered hoping this would salve it and make him cancel the call, but instead he laughed loudly “Oh… I know you do and I ain’t bothered babe, because I know now when he fucks you, you’ll be thinking of me and all I can do to you”. His words rendered you speechless “Mmm just what I thought. You’ll be coming back for more Y/N and oh I will give it to you…” and at that he ended the call.

Standing there and looking at your cellphone you were trying collect yourself. This fucking cocky bastard was so sure you’d be coming back to him. “You wish… we will see who’s left begging…”

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after not writing anything at all. Please also keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty and odd at times but I try my best. Comments and thoughts are well appreciated. Don’t hesitate to ask questions, state your thoughts for me to post up and have me add you to the tag list!

He slightly tightened his hand around your neck earning a louder gasp this time. You swallowed nervously. It was like he could easily snap your neck if he wanted to, so why were your feeling the desire burn in you more with each second? Agust-D was a dangerous man, a man you should not be involved with in any way. As much as you did not feel intimidated by his pawns like Teahyung, he himself was another story. He scared you in many ways but also intrigued you and excited you, what made a very dangerous mix of emotions. One bound to finally explode.

Hearing you desperately take in air to your lungs, he smirked. He felt the slight tremble of your body. He was aware of the fear that was tangling up with the lust within you. He knew in one way you wanted to run but in another he was keeping you on your tiptoes. So he pulled on your neck, bringing you closer to him, your eyes shutting tighter. His breath danced over your chin. “I’ll ask you again… are you sure you’re finished?”

Your muscles shook from all the anticipation. You knew the plan for fucking around with someone like Tae was already stupid but this? This felt like a suicide mission. Like a moth throwing itself into a beautiful flame. But why couldn’t you stop? Why couldn’t you run away? While you were trying to cling to whatever that was left from your rational mind, an image of your fiancé messing around with some girl swung into your brain. You wanted it to go away. To push away the vision of someone you loved so dearly fucking some other woman, pleasing her, making her beg for more. The thought of what he was doing made something break inside of you.

You finally opened your eyes and looked into the black ones in front of you. “I asked you something?” he slowly articulated, again tightening his grip to the point it was starting to get uncomfortable. “No… I’m not sure…” you almost panted out. His hand moved from your neck to grab your face in a strong squeeze, what made a stunned whimper fall out of you as he brought you millimeters from his lips. You felt his fingers dig into the flesh of your cheeks, sure that it would leave a red mark.

“That’s what I thought…” he bellowed crashing his lips over yours. His kiss was aggressive but also strangely full of passion, as if he was needing this as much as you were. You dug your hands into his hair, pulling at the wavy strands, angling his head to drop back. He groaned and let out a slightly amused chuckle while grabbing your ass with both hands, pushing you more into him. “Fucking needy as I thought… don’t worry…” he said while staring into your eyes as you pulled at his hair. The way he accepted the roughness, made you burn even more.

Letting one hand slip from your ass, he snaked it up to the nape of your neck, forcing you to crash over him. As much as he enjoyed your roughness he was not about to let you take full control. No, you needed a little bit of freedom but also to be tamed, brought to the challenge but then taken over. He overpowered you easily. His lips now sucking on your collarbone, his tongue trailing up your neck.

You squeezed your fingers tighter into his soft hair. A suppressed moan quietly trying to escape. Sitting himself higher up he nibbled your earlobe while whispering “Come on… let me hear those noises… let me know how I am making you feel… how much you fucking want this…” you didn’t want to let go completely. You were still trying to find something within you to escape. You knew getting entangled with him was dangerous. That he was a man that made you curious, that was opinionated, that he had to be smart and that surely he would be able to keep your interest. Those facts made you slightly panic. What were you doing? He was a criminal.

“Agust… I ca…” he bit your flesh and muttered “Yoongi… for you it is Yoongi…” he kept on attacking your sensitive neck with licks and bites. You could feel your mind get completely clouded and then you felt him move under your core, you felt how hard he was and how dam ready you were. With a slow motion of his hips he made you toss your head back, a moan rolling off your tongue “Oh fuck Yoongi…” you spat out. At this point you knew you were a goner.

Your sultry voice made him grab at your waist and lift you both up from the couch.

Your legs automatically wrapped around him. Once he carried you into the bedroom, you pushed the already unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. He smirked at you and tossed your top over your head and into the corner of the room. Then he dropped onto his knees and pulled you by you belt closer to him.

He kissed your stomach mercilessly and then trailed his tongue over the brim of your jeans. Your body shivered from his touch. You looked at him. His wavy hair was messy, his eyes shining from all the lust. Fuck he looked like a sin, a sin you were ready to dive in fully. He pulled your trousers down, leaving you only in your lingerie. Lucky for you, you chose to wear your best laced pair. He licked his lips while getting up and unbuttoning his black jeans, letting them fall to the ground.

You could see threw his boxers that you also had an effect on him. Walking up to you like you were his prey he had you back up and trip over down to the bed. He climbed on top and towered over you. You snaked your legs around his waist pulling him closer to your core. He rubbed against it causing you to arch your back and whimper. “Look at you… already a sweet mess…” he said slowly in a deep voice.

Leaning over he once again attacked your lips with his. Your tongues trying to fight over for dominance, causing them to end up in a hot and sensual dance. His fingers slipped into your underwear and he slid them over your folds earning a loud moan from you and a push of your hips. He bit his lip while smoothing his fingers over your wet entrance again, making you push towards him even more.

“Fuck…” he panted and with one strong movement he tossed you on your belly. Slowly he slipped down your panties and massaged your cheeks with his long digits. Leaning over to your ear he whispered “such a fucking sweet ass…” and then he bit down on your shoulder, having you yelp both from the slight pain and pleasure. As you were trying to gather yourself a bit he grabbed your waist and pulled your ass up towards him. Having you now on your fours.

He teased your entrance with his fingers and then you felt him line up his member. He slid in excruciatingly slow. Holding you firmly, making sure you would stand no chance to push onto him. He was toying with you and driving you crazy. Once he was fully in, you felt yourself clench over his big cock. “Mmm yea… good girl…” he slowly whispered, still not making any movement, and then he started to slam into you in the perfect rhythm.

The sudden wave of pleasure rendered you speechless for a while. You fell forward to your face, leaving your bottom up. Your mind was twisting and flying threw clouds. Were you really doing this? Were you actually in bed with a mafia boss? How did you let this happen. All those questions quickly disappeared once he grabbed your face with one hand, sticking in his index finger to your mouth and pulling on your lips to the side. This forced you back up on all fours and had you bend your head back. Tears forming in your eyes from the mixture of pleasure, pain, ecstasy and fear.

He kept his tempo, quiet, low moans stared to come out of him. You moved you face to the side to catch a glimpse of him. His back was straight, his shoulders tight as his hands were grabbing at your mouth and waist. His long waves were messily sticking to his face, that was now beaded with sweat. His eyes hooded and his tongue slightly sticking out as he was biting down on his bottom lip, a slight satisfactory smirk showing as well. He looked so damn hot. His toned body was perfect while his muscles were all tense and moving under his fair skin. Fuck even the scars made him look somehow better.

Sweat was rolling down him in all the perfect places. No wonder you gave in. Looking at him now, you started to feel less guilty about your weak will. His eyes finally met yours and his lips twisted to the side into a devilish grin. He slid out his finger from your mouth just to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you up so your back was now leaning on his chest. The new angle causing you to whimper and throw you head back on his shoulder, giving him a perfect spot to grab your neck.

Once he slightly tightened his grip, you gasped and moaned. You were completely losing it. “Fuck Yoongi…” you slurred making him bite down on you shoulder and whisper into your ear “Mmm? Yoongi what hm?” and then he moved his hips even more aggressively, earning a cry from you and having you utter out “You fuck me so damn good!”.

A low laugh escaped him as he kept pushing in and out of you, causing the knot in your belly to get even tighter. The edge was coming closer and you were about to jump over it. Once he grabbed your breast with his other hand, you leaned even more into him, moving your hips faster to meat his. He continued to kiss and lick the crook of your neck. His breath was getting louder and more erratic. Finally you heard deep and low moans escape his perfect lips and that was enough to make you come undone.

Your body convulsed helplessly as you rode out your high, the raven haired man following right after you as you both crashed on the bed breathless. Gasping for air you slightly rolled on your side. You saw him laying on his stomach with a content and wide smile. His muscles moving as he took air in his lungs. Black curls sticking to his handsome face. He looked so good all messy like that. There was something relaxing about his demeanor at that moment. Something almost innocent. Something that really did not stick to the fact he was the head of a gang.

You smiled gently, feeling your eyelids get heavy. You were about to say something when suddenly you felt tiredness take over you. Slightly murmuring you tried to snap out of it but the events of this evening took a toll over you, whipping you out completely.

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After some time you opened your eyes. Your vision slowly adjusting to the darkness, only a dim light from the streets falling in threw the window. It took you a second to figure out you were not in your apartment. Realization of last nights actions hit you like a brick to the face. So it was not a weird dream? It really happened. Gently you turned your face. There he was, laying behind you. His body facing your way, hand stretched to your waist. He looked incredibly peaceful.

You sighed quietly and rubbed your face. What the hell were you thinking? Or more like why the fuck were you not thinking? Slightly shaking your head you decided not to be too hard on yourself. You had a moment of weakness, you were in a bad spot. You gave in. Who wouldn’t? Agust-D sure knew how to make an impression and you just found out your fiancé was cheating.

Slowly you wiggled yourself from under his hand, causing him to scrunch his nose slightly. As you were about to escape from bed, he grabbed your waist with a grunt. Looking at him you saw he was still asleep. Sighing you once again attempted to get out of bed, this time pushing a pillow in your place.

As you got up, your eyes immediately tried to locate your scattered clothes. Making sure to not be too loud, you got dressed. Your thoughts were all over the place. You really messed up. Sleeping with a mafia boss was not something you ever saw yourself doing. The fact that you were able to do something like this under an impulse started to frighten you. It was almost as if you didn’t recognize yourself.

Making your way to the hallway you took out your phone, you should order a ride home. You got yourself outside quietly. Deciding to at least cover some way on foot, you were about to phone for a pick up but a car drove behind you slowly. You felt panic hit you. Running didn’t make sense, so you decided to pretend you had no idea you were being followed. Putting your phone to your ear, you pretended to be on a phone-call.

It seemed to work as the car passed by you, but to your surprise it suddenly halted. You froze in your tracks gripping your cell and getting ready to run for your life if necessary. The doors from the drivers seat swung open and a familiar silhouette appeared. It was Jimin, what the fuck was he up to? Was he going to grab you and drop you back to Yoongis place?

Seeing your worry he said “Calm down… get in… we need to talk…” looking around as if he was worried he would get targeted. Get in? He had to be kidding you. As you were about to tell him to fuck off, he looked at you seriously “Y/N trust me I am not here to hurt you… you will want to see this, besides these streets are not as safe as they may seem, so please don’t make this difficult…”

You rolled your eyes slightly. This was all not going as you planned. But something in you pushed on getting in that car, so you did. When you closed the doors Jimin looked at you calmly and started the engine “Open that cache… there is something you need to see…”

You looked at him very suspiciously. What the hell was all this about? As you opened the small doors, a leather cover appeared. It looked as one of those things you would put on your passport. Deciding there had to be something to it, you opened it. In front of your eyes you saw a badge for a KCIA agent. Jimin’s photo and credentials plastered on it. You started blinking, making sure you are actually seeing what you’re seeing.

Then the mans melodic voice snapped you out of it “As I said… we need to talk….”.