#pjm ff

Episode 2; Only When I Have Something to Lose

❧words: 3,737

❧ warnings:gun violence, violence, blood, minor deaths, one sided love

❧pairing: agent!jimin x agent!y/n ft jungkook

❧genre: strangers to lovers

❧au: national intelligence service/agents/bodyguards 

summary: Protecting Jungkook as you work for the secret service was a walk in the park, until things change for the worse and a new recruit is assigned as your partner, Agent Dorem.

The silence that follows Jin’s announcement is thick, almost suffocating, a charged pause stretched between breaths, broken only by the soft hum of the lights above and the occasional distant echo of footsteps down sterile NIS corridors.

Jimin, or rather, Agent Dorem, moves with quiet precision as he lowers himself into the seat at the far end of the long briefing table. His posture is relaxed, almost casual, but his eyes sweep the room like a blade in the dark. Calculating. Measuring. Assessing.

They pause on Jungkook.

Then flick to you.

The contact is brief, but you catch it. He offers you a nod. Polite. Controlled. Confident. Too confident.

There’s calm in his expression, yes, but it’s the kind of calm forged in fire. Not the absence of danger, but the control of it. And it’s unnerving.

Jungkook shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his body stiff with unease. He doesn't like this, doesn’t like surprises, and certainly doesn’t like strangers being added to his detail without explanation. Especially not when his life already feels like it’s spiraling out of control.

He finally speaks, voice low and hoarse. “Why do I need another agent?”

His words aren’t aggressive. But they’re not welcoming either.

Jin, standing at the head of the table, folds his hands carefully in front of him. His gaze is steady, but there's weariness behind his eyes, the kind that only comes from carrying too many secrets for too long.

“Because you’re the primary target now,” Jin says plainly. “And Agent Emerald can’t be expected to handle everything alone, not with the threat level we’re facing.”

He pauses, letting the weight of that statement settle before continuing.

“Dorem was pulled from deep undercover operations in Prague for this mission. That should tell you something.”

Your eyes drift to Jimin, studying him more closely now. Agent Dorem. You’ve heard the name whispered through NIS hallways. Sometimes with respect. Sometimes with fear. The kind of operative who didn’t just complete missions, he ended them. No mess. No witnesses. No fingerprints.

The ghost behind a locked dossier.

And now he’s been assigned to your mission. Your mission.

Your fingers twitch against the fabric of your tactical pants, your gut tightening. You’re not afraid of Jimin. But you’ve learned enough to know: people like him don’t walk into rooms without knowing how they’ll walk out of them.

Jimin finally speaks, his voice smooth, warmer than you expect, but with something unmistakably sharp beneath it. Like honey poured over broken glass.

“Don’t worry, Jeon Jungkook,” he says evenly, leaning back slightly in his chair. “I’m not here to replace anyone.”

Jungkook’s jaw tenses. “I want to know why I’m being hunted like prey,” he snaps, voice suddenly cracking with the weight of anger he’s been holding back.  “Why I can’t walk across my own campus without wondering if there’s a bullet with my name on it.” 

There’s a beat of silence. And then Jin sighs softly. Not out of frustration, out of grief. “You’ll know everything in time,” he says gently, but firmly. “For now, Agent Dorem and Agent Emerald will operate as your protection team, effective immediately. Full co-operative oversight. We’ll be running intel on the Choo Mafia around the clock, tracking Sunghoon’s every move.”

The name slices through the air like an unsheathed knife.

Sunghoon.

Your father.

You keep your expression unreadable, but Jin notices the shift in your body, the way your shoulders tense, the way your jaw clenches.

President Jeon, silent until now, leans forward at the end of the table, fingers steepled. His voice is low and cold. “And when we find him?”

Everyone’s gaze turns to Jin. There’s a pause, long, deliberate.

Jin doesn’t hesitate out of fear. He hesitates because he knows the weight of what he’s about to say.

He looks at you.

“We eliminate the threat.”

The words land like a gunshot. You swallow hard. You know exactly what eliminate means. And you know exactly who will be expected to pull the trigger when that time comes. You.

Your hand curls into a fist under the table, fingernails digging into your palm. You’ve trained your entire life for moments like that. But this one… this one cuts differently. Because the man you're being asked to kill isn't just a target in a file. He’s your blood. 

The meeting dissolves slowly, tension rising like steam as chairs scrape back and agents begin to file out, murmuring among themselves. You stay seated, unmoving, until Jin steps to your side and places a hand gently on your shoulder. “Stay back a moment, Agent Emerald.”

Jungkook turns in the doorway, his dark eyes locking on yours, searching. For what, you’re not sure. You offer him a nod. “I’ll be right there,” you murmur. It’s the softest thing you’ve said all day. He doesn’t look satisfied, but he nods once and walks out.

The door clicks shut. And then it’s just you and Jin. The silence stretches between you, heavy with things neither of you want to say out loud.

Finally, Jin speaks. “Y/N…” His voice is soft. Careful. “Where’s your head?”

You answer automatically. “I’m focused.” He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. “Try again.” You look away. He steps forward, standing directly in front of you now. “I know what he did to you,” he says quietly. “I was there when you showed up on NIS steps, bruised and bleeding, begging for a new life. I took you in. Trained you. Gave you a mission.”

You meet his gaze. “And now,” he continues, “you’re going to have to look him in the eye again. But this time… it’s not just memory.”

His eyes hardened slightly. “This time, if it comes to it, you may have to kill him.” Your heart kicks against your ribs, but your voice doesn’t shake.

“If he threatens Jungkook. Or the president. Or anyone else I’m assigned to protect… I won’t hesitate.” Jin studies your face for a long time.

What he sees there seems to satisfy him. Finally, he nods once. “Then let’s start preparing.” He turns away, but before he can reach the door, he adds over his shoulder: “Because war is coming, and it’s going to hit closer to home than either of us expected.”

When you step into the hallway, the air feels different. Charged. Thinner somehow. Jimin leans casually against the wall, hands in his jacket pockets. He’s watching you with a knowing smile, not mocking, just amused. Like he’s already ten steps into the game. 

“Hope you’re ready to share the spotlight, Emerald,” he says with a wink. You roll your eyes, brushing past him. “Just try not to slow me down.” Jungkook stands between the two of you, arms crossed, shoulders tight with tension. His gaze shifts from you to Jimin and back again, confusion flickering behind his eyes. He doesn’t say anything.

He doesn’t need to. He’s caught between two lives. Two protectors. 

The three of you fall into step, walking side by side down the corridor toward the briefing room. Your boots click softly against the linoleum, your shadows stretched long under the cold ceiling lights.

You, Agent Emerald — trained, loyal, deadly, haunted by blood that won’t wash off.

Jimin, Agent Dorem — a mystery wrapped in charm, precise and unshakable.

And Jungkook — the boy at the center of a war he never asked for.

And as you walk together into the unfolding storm, one truth rises above all the others: This mission isn’t just about justice anymore. It’s personal. And it always has been.

Jimin broke the silence as the elevator descended, rocking slightly on his heels. “So… are we all pretending this isn’t painfully awkward, or are we saving that for the ride?”

Jungkook shot him a look. “I was planning on faking sleep the entire way.” You let out a quiet sigh. “Let’s save the whole bonding experience for after we’ve survived our first mission without strangling each other.” Jimin raised an eyebrow, hand over his heart with exaggerated offense. “Noted. I’ll cancel the trust fall and campfire songs.”

You finally looked up. “Prague survived you. That’s impressive.”

“Barely,” Jungkook muttered under his breath.

Jimin pointed at him. “See? He gets it.”

As the elevator dinged open to the underground level, the tension hadn’t quite settled, not distrust, exactly. Just the sharp edges of three very different people trying to figure out if they were teammates, or just passengers in the same doomed carpool.

Jimin casually tossed the keys up. “I’ll drive.” You raised an eyebrow. “You sure that’s wise? First impressions are important.”

“Relax,” he said, grinning as he unlocked the SUV. “I only hit one curb. Ever.” You just rolled your eyes and settled into the passenger seat.

With a low hum, the engine started.

The drive was quiet. Too quiet. The soft hum of the engine filled the air between the three of you, a static lull thick with tension and everything left unsaid. Streetlights cast passing glows across the interior of the matte-black SUV as it cut through the heart of Seoul. Outside, the city was winding down, but inside the vehicle, everything felt like it was still holding its breath.

Jimin drove with one hand draped over the wheel, the other occasionally tapping the turn signal, eyes locked on the road ahead. Calm. Confident. Controlled.

From the backseat, Jungkook was stiff, arms crossed, shoulders squared, chin tilted toward the window as if he could phase through it and vanish into the night. Every so often, his jaw would twitch like he was grinding down a thousand thoughts behind clenched teeth.

You sat beside him, eyes flicking between the rearview and the tension practically vibrating off of him. “Hey,” you said softly, leaning in just a little. “You okay?”

A beat. 

“No.”

His voice was quiet, but flat. Honest. You didn’t push. Just waited.

“I trust you,” he muttered after a long pause, not looking at you. “You’re the only one I trust. And now he’s here.”

Your gaze shifted to the rearview mirror, where you could see Jimin’s eyes briefly glance back, unreadable. “I get it,” you murmured. “It’s a lot. And it happened fast. But this isn’t about trust, it’s about keeping you alive.” Jungkook turned toward you, finally, eyes sharp. 

“You’re saying I should trust him?”

“I’m saying you don’t have to trust him. Just let him do his job.”

“He’s not you.” The words were raw. Unfiltered. And they landed heavier than you expected. You opened your mouth, but Jimin’s voice cut in smoothly from the front seat. “I don’t plan on being her. But I do plan on keeping you breathing, so if it helps, pretend I’m just another weapon in your arsenal.” Jungkook scoffed.

Minutes later, the car descended into the underground garage of Jungkook’s penthouse. Jimin parked clean and fast, like clockwork. Engine off. Silence again. Jungkook was the first to get out. His movements were brisk, almost like he couldn’t get away fast enough.

You followed close behind. Jimin shut the driver’s door with a quiet thud and took a slow glance around the concrete structure, scanning the corners, exits, and cameras. Always analyzing.

The three of you moved as a unit toward the private elevator. Fingerprint scan. Retinal confirmation. Security code. You completed each step with smooth, practiced ease. Jimin lingered near the keypad, watching. “Not bad,” he remarked.

“Though I would’ve installed a silent failsafe in the hallway. Pressure sensors.” 

You arched a brow. “We’re not fortifying a bunker.” 

“Might as well be.”

When the elevator dinged and opened, Jungkook stepped in first, not waiting. You and Jimin followed. The tension in the confined space was palpable. 

As you ascended to Jungkook’s floor, Jimin broke the silence.

“This place doesn’t make sense,” he said. “You’ve got the president’s son stashed in a luxury apartment complex with a bunch of civilians two floors below. That’s your security plan?” You didn’t look at him, just folded your arms. “NIS has him protected.”

Jimin gave you a look like that wasn’t enough.

You sighed. “High-profile targets get pulled into private safehouses, sure, but keeping someone like Jungkook locked in a bunker 24/7? That would draw more attention than protection. Everyone watches the buildings with the gates and the security. But no one suspects the top floor of a luxury high-rise with a tight internal system and anonymous NIS tech running behind the scenes.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Anonymous?” You smirked. “The neighbors think they’re just lucky to have clean elevators and stable power. They don’t realize the guy next door is being protected by three surveillance satellites, six rotating agents, and a dog trained to kill on command.”

The elevator chimed. You stepped out first, scanning the corridor with muscle memory. Jungkook moved to his door. Jimin trailed behind, still absorbing the unseen layers around him.

“Ok so,” Jimin said casually as he made his rounds, “If you’re supposed to be watching over Jungkook 24/7…” He turned toward you with a smirk. “Why don’t you just live with him?” 

You turned mid-stride, your expression unreadable, and raised a finger. “One,” you said, voice calm, “Jungkook is a grown man. I’m sure he wouldn’t want to be rooming with his female best friend. He deserves his privacy.”

Jimin raised a brow.

You lifted a second finger. “Two. He has his panic button. And Bam.”

You stopped in front of the next door, turned, and added a third finger. “Three. I’m his next-door neighbor.”

You flashed Jimin a sly smile and pointed to the door to your own apartment. Jimin blinked. “You’re serious.” You shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “Close enough to be first if anything happens. Far enough to give him space.” Jungkook, without missing a beat, muttered, “Could’ve fooled me with how often you’re knocking on my door like a neighborhood watch.” That earned a small laugh from Jimin, the kind that was trying very hard not to be a smirk. He simply offered a low chuckle. “Well, this is going to be fun.” You rolled your eyes. Jungkook didn’t say anything else. 

He unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside. The lights flicked on automatically, revealing the familiar, sleek interior. Marble floors. Chrome finishes. Modern art that probably costs more than most cars. And yet… it didn’t feel like home tonight. A familiar sound echoed from within Bam’s claws clicking against the hardwood as he came bounding into view. “Hey, Bam,” Jungkook murmured, kneeling to greet his dog. Bam immediately pushed his nose into Jungkook’s hands, tail wagging wildly, whining with recognition and relief. Jungkook let out the smallest sigh, pressing his forehead against Bam’s.“Missed you too, buddy.” Then Bam turned, padding toward Jimin with slow curiosity. He gave a cautious sniff, circling once, then looked up at him with narrowed but interested eyes. 

“He’s sizing you up,” you commented with a knowing smirk. “Seems fair,” Jimin replied, letting Bam sniff his hand. After a moment, the dog gave a single wag of approval and padded over to you. You knelt briefly, stroking behind his ears.

Jimin did a silent sweep the moment he stepped in. Corners. Windows. Closets. Jungkook didn’t like it. And it showed. 

“You’ll be staying at my place. Next door. We rotate shifts, but until we have a read on Sunghoon’s next move, you’re sticking close.”

Jimin didn’t argue. “Got it. Hope you have good coffee.”

You chuckled. “I don’t drink coffee.” Jimin blinked. “Wait, what?”

You shrugged. “It makes me jittery. I like knowing I can be that sharp on instinct alone.” He chuckled under his breath. “Terrifying. And impressive.” As he followed you toward your apartment, Jungkook stood quietly inside his own, watching the door you just disappeared behind. 

Your apartment was expected. Neat but lived-in. Weapons hidden in plain sight if you knew where to look. A wall of shelves stacked with case files, weapons manuals, and well-worn copies of novels about betrayal and war. On the coffee table, a half-built pistol sat next to a mug of untouched herbal tea.

Jimin gave a low whistle. "Feels like a safehouse. Smells like vanilla.”

You shrugged, locking the door behind him. "Helps me sleep."

He walked further in, letting his eyes scan every inch, habit more than suspicion. "You always keep your place this ready?"

"It’s not readiness. It’s muscle memory." You gestured to the couch. "You can crash there, or in the spare room down the hall. Sheets are clean. Don’t bleed on them." He chuckled and dropped his bag by the couch. "Not planning to." You studied him for a second longer than necessary, then turned away. "Kitchen’s stocked. Just don’t touch the left cabinet. That’s mine." He glanced at it with mock suspicion. "Explosives?"

"Snacks. You can guess which ones I’m more protective over." Jimin’s laughter softened the edge in the room. It was strange. For two people trained to kill in silence, the quiet between you felt manageable. Even comfortable. Not quite trust. But not quite danger either. You handed him a spare blanket, then paused. "You snore?"

Jimin looked almost offended. "Only when I’m dreaming about saving your life." You rolled your eyes. "Good. Then let’s hope tonight is dreamless."

He didn’t say anything as he sank onto the couch, finally allowing his body to relax. You flicked off the lights and disappeared into your room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

The next morning arrived far too early for anyone's liking.

Before the sun had fully crested the skyline, a sharp, rhythmic knock echoed from Jungkook's bedroom door. The sound wasn’t frantic. It was deliberate.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you called through the door, voice steady. “Up. Now.”

Inside, Jungkook groaned into his pillow, dragging a blanket further over his head like it might protect him from your persistence. He knew better. Seconds later, his door creaked open and you stepped inside with your usual no-nonsense stride.

“Is it an emergency?” he mumbled, face still buried. You marched up to the bed, grabbed the covers, and yanked them off in one smooth pull.

“Only if you consider being helpless in a combat situation an emergency. Which you should.” His eyes cracked open, confusion still hazy. “It’s four. In the morning.”

“That’s when agents train,” you replied without missing a beat. “You want to survive? Then you train like us.” Jungkook sat up slowly, rubbing his face. “You didn’t say anything about this last night.” You tossed him a hoodie. “If I had, you’d have spent the night pretending you were sick. Surprise is a better motivator.”He muttered something under his breath, dragging himself out of bed. “I thought I had two agents assigned to me.”

“You do. But we can’t babysit you forever.” Your voice turned more serious. “If something happens. If we’re not there. You need to be able to hold your own. NIS protocol or not, you’re the president’s son. That makes you a target. Which means now, it makes you one of us.”

“Yay. So honored,” Jungkook deadpanned as he pulled his hoodie over his head.

An hour later, the three of you stood in front of NIS Headquarters under a sky still tinged with dawn. The towering glass and steel building gleamed with a quiet authority, its mirrored surface reflecting the empty roads and shifting clouds overhead.

Security was tight, but no one stopped you. Facial scans, retina recognition, biometric clearance. You breezed through them all.

Inside, the halls buzzed faintly with the pulse of the nation’s intelligence nerve center. Agents moved with purpose, reports in hand or earpieces chirping with coded updates. As the trio descended into the sublevel training complex, the air thickened with energy. The muted thud of sparring hits, the sharp retort of gunfire from the shooting ranges, and the rhythmic pounding of boots against obstacle course pads all formed a pulse you could feel in your bones.

You led them into a private training room reserved for elite ops. Massive, padded floors, reinforced glass observation panels, racks of training weapons, and programmable combat dummies lining the wall.

“Welcome to the jungle,” Jimin muttered with a grin, dropping his gym bag to the floor and stretching his neck until it cracked.

Jungkook looked around, arms still folded across his chest. “This feels excessive.”

“Excessive is staying alive,” you shot back. “You're not just a protected anymore. You’re a liability if you can’t defend yourself.”

You tossed him a pair of grappling gloves and padded forearm guards. He caught them awkwardly. “First lesson,” Jimin said, stepping onto the mat, “is that your body isn’t your enemy. Fear is.” Jungkook groaned, already dreading the soreness he’d be feeling by noon. “Remind me again why I’m doing this?”

“Because I didn’t give you a choice,” you said, voice clipped, but not unkind.

“Let’s start with stance,” Jimin added, motioning for Jungkook to step up. “Basic guard. Legs apart, dominant foot back, fists up. Pretend I’m about to kill you.”

Jungkook blinked. “Again, loving the positive energy in this room.”

You paced around them as Jungkook hesitantly mirrored Jimin’s posture. You observed with sharp eyes, occasionally stepping in to reposition his elbows, widen his stance, lower his shoulders. He was tense, but coachable. You could work with that.

The first hour was nothing but conditioning. Footwork, balance, agility drills, all under your sharp commands. Jungkook fell twice. Then four times. He was drenched in sweat by the time Jimin called a break.

You handed him a bottle of water and a towel, crouching beside him.

“You’re not bad,” you said. “You’re just not used to fighting back.”

He looked up at you, chest heaving. “Didn’t think I’d have to.”

You stared at him a moment longer. “You’re going to have to do a lot of things now.”

“Great. Can’t wait to add dodge-rolls and trauma to my resume.”

Across the room, Jimin was resetting the dummies and entering new difficulty levels into the control panel. He glanced over his shoulder.

“After this, we’ll hit the range. I want to see how well you aim under pressure.” Jungkook’s groan was theatrical. “You guys really don’t believe in breakfast first, huh?”

“Pain before pancakes,” you replied with a smirk.

“Can I at least get pancakes after?”

“No promises.”

Jimin grinned. “If you survive the day without crying, I’ll consider it.” You chuckled softly, surprising even yourself. Jungkook, still sprawled out on the mat, glanced between the two of you. His curiosity finally got the better of him. “Okay,” he said, pointing between you and Jimin, “Be honest. Who’d win in a spar between you two?” You and Jimin exchanged a slow glance. Jimin raised a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Want to find out?”

You cracked your knuckles. “You sure you want him to see you lose on his first day?”

“Oh please,” Jimin laughed, already stepping onto the mat. “Let’s give him a show.” Jungkook scrambled to the side like a kid at his first martial arts tournament, wide-eyed and eager. “This is the best day of my life.”

You both circled each other on the mat. Tension coiled between you like a live wire. Jimin moved first — a calculated jab that you ducked before sweeping a leg toward his feet. He jumped, spun, and landed with a grin.

“Not bad,” he said.

“You’re slow,” you countered.

They traded blows, swift and fluid. Neither of you gave the other the upper hand for more than a second. Jungkook’s head moved like he was watching a ping-pong match. At one point, you rolled across Jimin’s back and landed on your feet. He managed to block your follow-up kick by a hair.

After five intense minutes, both of you broke into a sweat, breathing hard, grinning. Jungkook stood and clapped, completely invested. “Okay, I take back everything I said about this training being unnecessary. That was sick.”

You smirked at Jimin. “Call it a draw?” Jimin nodded, chest still rising and falling. “Until next time.” Before the sweat could even dry on your backs, you nodded toward the back of the room. “Range. Let’s go.”

Jungkook groaned dramatically from where he still sat, wiping his forehead with a towel. “You two fight like you're auditioning for a spy movie and now you want me to shoot things?” You tilted your head. “Yes. Because people are trying to shoot you. Figure it out.”

Jimin clapped a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder as he passed. “Don’t worry. The first time I held a gun, I dropped it. You can’t do worse than that.”

“You dropped it?” Jungkook asked, both alarmed and curious.

“I was eleven,” Jimin replied with a grin. “Also, it was loaded. Also, it shot a hole through a cement wall.”

“Wow. Okay. Feeling super safe now.” The range was dim, sterile, and humming with pressure-sensitive floor panels. You handed Jungkook a matte black pistol with practiced ease. He stared at it like it might bite him.

“Grip is firm but relaxed,” you said, stepping beside him. “Don't overthink. Just feel the weight. Trust your aim.” Jungkook took the stance Jimin had shown him earlier. Elbows tight. Shoulders stiff. Jimin chuckled. “He’s wound up like a pretzel.” You moved behind Jungkook, gently guiding his arms down, adjusting the angle of his grip. “Relax. If you shoot like you’re bracing for an earthquake, you’ll miss every time.” He let out a breath. “No pressure or anything.”

“Safety’s off. You’re live.” The first shot cracked through the room. It hit wide, barely grazing the edge of the target. Jungkook frowned. “Seriously?”

Jimin leaned against the wall. “Hey, at least you hit the paper. That’s better than my first shot.”

“Liar.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes and took another breath. This time, he adjusted slightly. Fired. A little closer to the center. You gave the faintest nod. “Better.”

“Don’t get cocky,” Jimin warned. “Now do it again. And again. Until your hands don’t shake anymore.” Jungkook glanced at him. “Is that how you learned?” Jimin’s smile faded into something quieter. “Yeah. More or less.”

You watched Jungkook’s grip tighten. There was no shortcut to strength. But he was willing. That was enough for now.

“We’re done for today,” you announced, your voice firm but not unkind as you ejected the magazine from your pistol and set it on the bench. “Gear down.”

Jungkook let out a breath, part relief, part sheer exhaustion. Jimin didn’t speak, already disarming his weapon with the practiced ease of someone who had done this more times than he could count. The range, moments ago filled with the echo of gunfire and sharp commands, now felt too quiet. The only sounds were the distant whir of the air system and the dull clatter of equipment being returned to its place. You stepped back from the shooting lane and pulled off your gloves, watching as Jungkook sluggishly unfastened the gear strapped to his torso. He was slow but focused. It was the kind of exhaustion that came with learning the hard way. He didn’t complain. The three of you moved through the motions in silence, stowing weapons, stripping off vests, and grabbing your bags. The transition from fieldwork to downtime was always a strange shift, a kind of unspoken decompression. But this time, it felt more like survival. Earned and necessary. “Let’s go,” you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

No one argued. Jimin opened the door and led the way out of the training floor. The hallway was dim and cold by contrast, lined with concrete and steel. You walked in step behind him while Jungkook followed, slower, his footsteps a little uneven. The elevator hummed as it descended toward the lower level of HQ, toward the locker rooms and that familiar, muted world agents returned to when they needed a breath. Jungkook didn’t ask where you were going. He just kept moving forward.

The locker room was cool and quiet, a sanctuary of steam and silence compared to the chaos below. It wasn’t the communal one used by junior agents; this was tucked deeper inside HQ, lined with reinforced lockers, softly humming air vents, and an atmosphere worn down by experience.

Jimin dropped his bag onto the bench with a grunt and stretched his arms overhead. “Remind me not to volunteer for sparring before coffee again.”

You managed a faint smile. “Remind me why you keep thinking I’d go easy on you.”

Jungkook was the last one in, slower with his movements. He just looked like he’d finally begun to understand how heavy this world could be. After a quick rinse and a change of clothes, you led the way through the corridor past the locker room, a route most agents didn’t know existed. A hidden hallway with no label, just a fingerprint panel and an unassuming steel door. Inside was the lounge reserved for high-clearance operatives: all quiet sophistication, dim lights, and plush chairs that invited exhaustion.

This was where agents went when they didn’t want to be seen. But didn’t want to be alone. And today, it was yours.

Jimin was the first to drop into one of the low armchairs, exhaling slowly like the tension was finally starting to bleed out of his shoulders. He slung a towel around his neck and stared at the ceiling like it might offer answers. You took a seat on the edge of the couch across from him, sipping from a bottle of water, your mind still half on the training floor. Jungkook hovered nearby at first, pacing a little, arms crossed like he hadn’t quite decided if he belonged in this space yet or in any of it.

The quiet settled between the three of you until Jungkook’s voice cut through it.  “Do you remember your first mission?”

You glanced over at him. Neither you nor Jimin answered right away.

You leaned back into the cushions and let your gaze wander toward the far wall. “Recovery op,” you said finally. “Two agents went dark. No comms. No intel. They sent us in blind.”

Jungkook tilted his head. “Did you find them?”

“One,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “The other... wasn’t in one piece.”

The weight of the words hung between you all. Even the filtered air felt heavier now. Jimin exhaled, long and slow. “Mine was in New York,” he said, his voice quieter now. “We had to get a scientist out before he was handed over to the wrong people. It was supposed to be quick, in and out.” He paused. “But our intel was off. The exit point was compromised. Everything went sideways. I had to get him out on foot, through crowded streets, in the rain. He was bleeding badly, and I dislocated my shoulder helping him over a wall.” He gave a half-shrug. “Not exactly what they put in the training manuals.”

You arched a brow at him, and for a beat, he gave the ghost of a grin. But he didn’t elaborate. Jungkook finally dropped into the seat beside you, his posture folding in slightly as the weight of what he’d asked and what he’d heard settled into his bones. “So you both almost died,” he murmured. “And now you’re here. Babysitting me.”  You looked at Jungkook, your expression softening just a touch. “You’re not dead weight, Jungkook. You’re the mission. And if that means we’re risking our necks to keep you alive, then so be it.”

He studied his hands, fingers twitching faintly. “Does it ever get easier?”

You didn’t answer immediately. You glanced at Jimin, who didn’t say anything either. Finally, you drew a breath. “No,” you said. “But you get better at carrying it. You learn when to put it down. And when not to.”

Jungkook nodded, but it was slow, not because he disagreed, but because he was still parsing the truth of it. The cold, sharp edge of the world you lived in was starting to press into him now. After a while, he leaned forward again, elbows on his knees. His voice was almost hesitant now.

“Do you guys ever get scared?” You didn’t look at him. Instead, you stared down at your hands, at the calluses and fading bruises. You didn’t speak for a long moment. “Only when I have something to lose,” you said quietly.

Jimin’s gaze flicked over to you, unreadable, but something in the tightness around his eyes shifted. He didn’t speak, but you saw the faintest flicker in his expression. Agreement. Or maybe memory. The room fell into another silence, but this one was different. Heavier, yes, but not cold. Not stifling. It was a silence that knew it didn’t need to be filled. For the first time since this mission started, you weren’t just three people thrown together by NIS protocol. You were starting to feel like a team. And underneath all the training and silence and combat drills, that realization was the only thing that offered any comfort at all.

Episode 1; Korea's Boyfriend

❧words: 4,884

❧ warnings:gun violence, violence, blood, minor deaths, one sided love

❧pairing: agent!jimin x agent!y/n ft jungkook

❧genre: strangers to lovers

❧au: national intelligence service/agents/bodyguards 

summary: Protecting Jungkook as you work for the secret service was a walk in the park, until things change for the worse and a new recruit is assigned as your partner, Agent Dorem.

Jeon Jungkook, someone you were all too familiar with.

The name that echoes throughout the room, turns heads from those who are interested in what he’s wearing lately, and gossiping about his dangerously good looks. The country knows Jeon Jungkook as the president’s son and his only child.

Every woman wants him and every man wants to be him, you’re no stranger to Korea’s boyfriend, who is currently standing in front of you in his 2.4 million penthouse with one shirt in each hand. One black, one white, pouting like a lost puppy.

“I have no fucking clue what to wear.”

You scoff at his words as you cross your arms looking at him standing in his grand master bedroom connected to his closet. “Really Jeon? It’s the same shirt but different colors, shades at that. Just pick one before you’re late to class.”

He rolls his big brown doe eyes and sulks back into his walk-in closet like a kid who recently dropped his favorite candy on the floor.

“You would think my own best friend would know the differences between my favorite shirts. One shirt can change a whole outfit. Y/N” He starts to rummage through the rest of his wardrobe.

“Jeon, I am working, and you know better to address me as Agent Emerald, not my legal name.”

Jungkook lets out a loud groan and darts his eyes at you. “Y/N. I’ve known you since you had a disgusting teenage crush on Justin Bieber, you’re always going to be Y/N to me, not Agent Emerald” Quotations are thrown in the air using his hands and his broad nose scrunches up cringing saying your code name.

A hand rest on your nose pinching the bridge as you try your best to keep things professional following protocol, but your oldest friend keeps testing your patience.

Jungkook notices the frustration on your face and his softens.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I know you’re working and my dad made strict rules even though he knows how close we are, but c’mon Y/N. I know this is torture for you too.” His eyebrows wiggle when he speaks his mind, a bunny smile appearing as he walks towards you. “And what’s the big deal we’re the only people in my house right now, loosen up a little.”

A comforting sigh leaves your mouth and you let your shoulders relax. “I know Jungkook. I just have a lot of pressure on me. It has only been a few months since I’ve been assigned to you, and you’re my first job. I’m still a rookie and I don’t want to jeopardize anything.” You look at him with sad eyes.

Truthfully when you first decided at the age of 9 to become an agent and be a part of the national intelligence service or NIS, you were aware that your first job would be small and be an introduction to your work and that a big mission wouldn't be assigned until you at least have 5 years worth of experience. But the shock that traveled through your body as your boss informed you that the president himself requested you as Jungkook’s personal agent was unimaginable.

Of course, it was because you had known Jungkook since you both were pre-teens, being friends for a decade his parents gained an abundance amount of trust in you, but the fact you received one of the most important jobs in the country one year into you being on the workforce gave you unimaginable anxiety.

“I would hardly call it a few months. It has been 11 months since you’ve been assigned to me and 2 years since you’ve been an agent Miss Emerald.” A muscular arm wraps around you and his head rests on your shoulder.

You comply and lay your head softly onto his. Inhaling his shampoo evidence that he’d showered earlier. “I think you’re pretty amazing Y/N, relax a little. Nothing has even happened over these 11 months. If anything you’re getting paid to spend more time with me.” He spins carefully and then strikes a pose. You let out a small chuckle at your childhood friend’s actions.

“Okay okay, you’re right and I hate it when you’re right.” A smile creeps on both of you.

“Exactly, Jeon Jungkook is always right!” Rolling your eyes then quickly gaze over his well-organized closet.

“Oh shut the fuck up and get dressed. Put on that flannel, black Balenciaga shirt, baggy jeans, and your favorite black boots, and let’s go! You’re already late.” Simultaneously you look at your watch. Five minutes before Jungkook's class starts. Then you turn your back and start heading to the front door leaving Jungkook behind. He stands there in disbelief with his tattooed hand covering his mouth dramatically.

“Y/N! You’re a fucking fashion genius!”

An obnoxious yawn appears on your side.

Jungkook has his eyes glued to his phone scrolling through yet another fashion website to add more to his already tight-packed closet. His free hand reaches to fix his hair, a cute habit you adored about Jungkook.

His eyebrows furrow as he speaks to let you know what's on his mind. “Sometimes I just want to drop out and live my life as a freeloader.” You smile softly at your best friend’s words. “College is cool and all but the boring days are dreadful and instead of you following me around the campus, you could be following me around Bora Bora or something.”

While telling you his thoughts he raises his phone to your view and shows you a pair of shoes on the website from earlier. You analyze his pick carefully scrunching your nose and shaking your head.

Jungkook nods in response to your answer. “Jeon, You could choose to live in hell and I still would follow you around. Wherever you go I go.” Your face remains expressionless. Jungkook grins cheerfully then raises both of his arms to wrap around your neck giving you a genuine hug.

You both stop walking and you wrap one arm around his waist to return his hug.

Jungkook pulls away with fake sniffles wiping his crocodile tears.

“Y/N you’re so sweet.” He continues his act but gets increasingly louder causing other students on campus to turn their heads at the two of you.

“Am I interrupting something here?”

A towering man approaches the both of you with a warming smile holding two plastic bags in both hands.

Jungkook returns a smile and waves to his first friend he’d made attending college “Taehyung! You just missed one of Y/N’s rare moments of her being sweet to me!”

Taehyung lets out a dramatic gasp and hands you one of the plastic bags. “No way. Y/N being nice? That’s unheard of.” You scoff and roll your eyes at the two boys on each side of you. You look into the bag Taehyung handed and see bakery goods occupying the space.

“Alright alright. I’m not mean guys. I only act stern when I’m working and I basically work 24/7.”

You take a chocolate croissant out and take a big bite. The flavor immediately disperses through your tastebuds and you groan at how good it tastes. You wish that you didn’t skip breakfast this morning.

“On-shift Y/N and Off shift, Y/N are two different people.” Taehyung follows your actions and grabs a slice of pound cake. Jungkook’s shoulders slump hearing his friend's words and glares at you lightly. “Either way she’s still mean to me” Now crossing his arms mimicking an upset child. You chuckle.

A small vibration comes from the left pocket of your sweatpants and you reach for your phone lifting it to your view and tilting your head with a confused face as you see who is calling your phone. Jungkook who took some of Taehyung's pound cake notices your movements “Who is it?” You look over at him and silently debate whether you should tell him. A small sigh comes out of your mouth.

“It’s your father.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. Stress rushes across his face. “My dad? Why is he calling you?”

You begin to walk away to pick up your phone which seems to be ringing for an eternity gesturing an apology for not responding to Jungkook's questions.

President Jeon has not once ever called you personally in your 12 years of knowing the Jeon family. President Jeon has always been busy ever since you met him. Before his presidency, he was the CEO of his company. Retiring and passing it on to his most trusted worker, which is the sole reason why Jungkook is attending college studying his bachelor's degree in Business Administration to prepare himself as the next heir to the company after the current CEO, who is awaiting Jungkook to be ready so she can retire.

You were yet to be introduced to him until the age of 16, seven years after befriending Jungkook finally meeting him at a family Christmas party which Jungkook’s dad missed years prior. President Jeon was an extremely professional man to the outside world and you, but the more time you spent with the Jeon family you’d notice how even more cold-hearted he is when it would come to his wife and son.

You quickly place your phone onto your ear curiosity spreading through your thoughts on why the President is calling you. “Hello, President Jeon. May I ask-“ Before you could even finish the rest of your sentence the President speaks in a loud but serious tone over the phone nearly piercing your ears. “Agent Emerald. Get my son out of there immediately. He is not safe.” Your eyebrows furrow deeply. “Take Jungkook home now! Keep him safe until you get confirmation from Agent H and only Agent H.”

You spent no time asking questions and your feet rapidly move running towards your best friend with the phone still against your ear. “Yes sir, Jeon is on his way home now.” You hear a sigh from the other line with a lot of commotion in the background. “Agent protect my son, please. Everything will be explained later.” The call ends after and you grab Jungkook’s arm leading him to your car.

Jungkook doesn’t protest waving his friend goodbye and Taehyung goes to class returning a wave with a smile not questioning what had happened as he knows the protocols. “Y/N? What’s going on. Is my dad okay?” Worry fills his brown eyes as they stare at the back of your head aimlessly following and going wherever you go. As you enter your car you swiftly turn your head scanning for any dangers. “I haven’t gotten any information. All I know is that something major happened and that I need to take you home now.” 'You drive off the engine roaring as you press the accelerator.

Jungkook reaches for his phone to check the news.

“What the fuck.”

His jaw visibly drops and freezes with his phone almost slipping through his hands making contact with the car floor.

“What? What happened?” Your eyes focus on the road speeding trying to get to Jungkook’s penthouse.

“The Vice President has been shot. About 20 minutes ago.”

Jungkook places his phone down to hold himself in his arms, tears threatening to spill. “He…He has a family Y/N. What the fuck is happening.” Hands grip tightly on your car wheel knuckles turning ghostly white. You continuously scan the rearview mirror for anyone attempting to harm Jungkook.

Your eyes squint slightly eyeing a suspicious black car that had been following yours closely. “Fuck. Hold on Jungkook.” Jungkook responds quickly holding onto the car bracing himself from your actions. The car roars as you press your pedal to the car floor as you make a sharp right lifting the car onto its two wheels as it tilts and you reach another street trying to avoid the following car. At the same time, you look into your rear view again to see the same car mirroring your movements now increasing its speed towards you.

Jungkook follows your eyes and notices the same car. “Shit shit shit! Are they following us?” Panic overcomes him and his hold becomes more secure. “Yes. Whoever they are, it must be related to the shooting of the Vice President.” You pick up your earpiece and apply it to your ear. The earpiece automatically connects and you speak with volume.

“This is Agent Emerald. I have Golden Jeon with me. A Black BMW 430i is following us. Requesting for backup immediately!”

Jungkook flinches at your raised voice. A female voice appears through your earpiece. “Agent Emerald we already have your location. Backup is on its way.”

Before you could realize it, the black sports car speeds up and appears on your driver’s side. A masked man dressed in black head to toe points a gun toward Jungkook with half of his body outside the car window.

Jungkook ducks immediately and covers his ears out of fear as the unknown man opens fire but the bullets end up ricocheting against your bulletproof windows. Frustrated with the men targeting Jungkook. You turn your wheel harshly towards the small car colliding with the man shooting towards the two of you causing him to get hit and drop his weapon. The masked man goes back in his car showing pain from your action as the driver tries to keep the car stable from your actions. You look back once more to find familiar cars from the national intelligence service and then speed off in your car heading straight not minding the multiple red lights you ran.

Jungkook looks up uncovering his ears. Tears were ridden all over his face. “Wait where are we going? You missed the way to my house.” He lowers his head again holding his head in disbelief. “I just want to go home Y/N. Please take me home.” You try to not react to your friend but as your heart sinks you can’t help but express pity. A hand comes off the wheel as you place your hand on Jungkook’s head. Caressing his locks to comfort him. He relaxes slightly but keeps his position still admitting fear. You don’t turn to look at his eyes focusing on the road as you speak to him softly. “We’re taking a different way. Your home is the safest place to be right now. I promise I’m taking you home and I promise I will keep you safe Jungkook. Trust me.” Jungkook takes your soft hand from the top of his head placing it in between his hands squeezing tightly.

“Ok. I trust you.” He whispered quietly.

You look behind your car once more to see the car long gone and that you’d lost them. Sighing quietly in relief as you drive to Jungkook’s Penthouse. You’ve been Jungkook’s agent for almost a year now and two years since you became an agent. Never had something happened like this to the President, let alone Jungkook. You know this was the sole purpose of your job but thoughts helplessly ran through your mind.

Why is this happening? Why were they trying to assassinate Jungkook? Who were those men?

The rest of the car ride was silent as you didn’t want to spark up a conversation knowing Jungkook was in shock and still in fear of the events happening prior. You drive to Jungkook’s neighborhood approaching the gate slowly littered with police and agents like you. Which had seemed to triple from the news earlier today. You roll down your window showing your badge and Jungkook to gain access and enter the neighborhood.

You park your car in your designated parking spot, quickly exiting your car to go over to Jungkook’s aid. The passenger door opens and Jungkook comes off with heavy footsteps as his legs go weak almost collapsing. You react and catch him before he could make contact with the parking lot floor.

"Jungkook hold onto me."

His muscular arm wraps around your shoulders applying his weight and propping himself onto you. The weight is heavy but thanks to your hard work at the gym you effortlessly support him.

Arriving at his penthouse.

You open the door with a keypad greeted by Bam Jungkook’s large brown Doberman. Jungkook softens and kneels to embrace his guard dog. “Bam I’m so happy to see you, buddy.”

Tears fall again. You walk over to the sobbing boy and rest your hand on his head. “I’m so sorry this is happening to you Jungkook.” Jungkook stands up straight and turns towards you.

This time you wrap your arms around his neck giving him a comforting hug. Jungkook returns your hug and continues to let his tears flow onto your shirt.

“I was so fucking scared Y/N. I didn’t know what to do. When I saw the gunpoint towards me I…I…”

His sentence stops with more sobs and he breathes rapidly trying to control his breathing. You know the start of this action too well. Rubbing his broad back you try to calm him down. “Breathe slowly Jungkook. You’re having a panic attack. Inhale and Exhale slowly.”

Jungkook listens to you and follows your words carefully. Heavy breaths come in and out of his body and slowly Jungkook starts to calm down. You guide him to his couch for him to sit and your phone rings once more.

Reminding you of the earlier events as if it was deja vu. You reach for your phone and look at displaying the contact name Kim Seokjin remembering the President’s words of only getting confirmation from Jin.

Quickly you answer the phone and place it to your ear. “Hello Agent H.”

Agent H is the head of the National Intelligence Service and your boss, being the youngest in NIS history to acquire the head chair at the age of 26 after serving the president as his main agent for 5 years. Seokjin was like the older brother you never had before. He'd had taken you in after you fled you home and raised you to the person you are to day. Jin had grew up protecting the president and naturally became close with Jungkook seeing Jungkook as his own brother, naturally he'd introduce the two to you. His firm voice reaches your ears. “Agent Emerald put your call on speaker, I want Golden Jeon to hear this too.”

As you put the call on speaker you gesture to Jungkook to listen to Jin. Jungkook looks down at your phone and sees Jin’s name on the call. Immediately bombarding him with questions.

“Hyung! What’s going on? Are my parents okay?”

A quiet sigh comes from your phone. “Golden Jeon your father is safe at our headquarters and we are currently sorting things out after the assassination of Vice President Choi.”

Both you and Jungkook freeze. A tense atmosphere clouds Jungkook’s living room. You look over to your right to see your best friend’s red eyes from all the crying threatening to spill more tears and his shaking hands.

“Assassination? Did the Vice President not make it?” You ask carefully not being able to process the news from your boss.

You can imagine vividly Jin rubbing his temples in the stress of not being able to protect the vice president. “Unfortunately no. Vice President Choi died in action 15 minutes after he was shot.”

A heavy feeling overcomes you as Jin continues.

“There is a secret organization targeting the president and anyone in his family. Including Golden Jeon.”

Anger has now filled you. Who are these people? How dare they try to harm the president and your best friend.

Jungkook remains quiet, eyes still wide. “I need you Agent Emerald to prepare to head to HQ and bring Golden Jeon. We will have a meeting and explain everything in great detail. Until then do not and I repeat do not trust anyone you do not know personally. I don’t know who or how, but we have a rat. Be careful.” The call ends finally as it felt like a lifetime.

Jungkook sits in silence to process all his thoughts.

Your eyes graze over Jungkook’s figure. Feeling pity for him you wrap your arms around his body. Rubbing his shoulder softly to let him know you’re there. “Jungkook, I promise you nothing will ever happen to you. Okay?”

Jungkook leans closer to you finding your warmth and scent comforting. “I know, just promise me that you won’t leave me Y/N” He looks into your eyes with sadness. You soften yours and hug him even tighter. “I would never dare to do that to you. I’m always going to be here for you no matter how far we are from each other.” Jungkook lets more tears flow and you both sit holding each other cherishing the small moment of peace you both won’t have in a long time.

Arriving at HQ was a nostalgic feeling. Since being assigned to Jungkook, you have hardly ever visited. As the two of you moved through the building, he was near your side. His eyes were compelled to briskly scan his surroundings like those of a lost child, but every so often, he would stop his wandering eyes and remember why he was there.

“Y/N!” You turn your head to the familiar voice calling you from behind to see an old friend. Immediately smiling, you see him walking towards you.

“Yoongi! I haven’t seen you in so long!” You stop your pace for Yoongi to catch up, and Yoongi offers you a firm squeeze to make up for the many months you've been away.

Yoongi is a junior agent working in the same department as you. You two quickly bonded over your many similarities while on the same missions. Other agents liked to joke about how you two were once one person and one day split into two.

Jungkook stands patiently waiting for your small reunion, giving Yoongi a welcoming smile.

Yoongi realizes this which causes a halt in his actions and bows towards Jungkook. “Ah, I’m so sorry. My name is Min Yoongi or Agent Suga. You must be Jean Jungkook.” Yoongi straightens his back and offers a hand to the boy in front of him.

Jungkook takes his hand and shakes it. “No need to bow. I’m not the president so no need for um formalities.” You eye the two, slightly chuckling from your good friends having an awkward encounter. Jungkook glares at you feeling embarrassed and Yoongi giggles at the younger one’s actions. “It’s my job to, don't worry about it and I’m sorry for the current events. I wish we could’ve met with different circumstances.”

As Yoongi finishes his sentence your best friend’s face drops. Quickly noticing Jungkook’s mood change, you nudge Yoongi, who clutches his ribs as he gets the wind knocked out of him. A cough comes from you to change the subject. “How about heading to the meeting. Seokjin doesn’t like people showing up late” Jungkook nods lightly and you spin on your heels to pick back up the path you were following, Jungkook repeats your movements and trails behind you. Yoongi pauses in confusion about why his coworker elbowed him. “Hey! Wait for me!” Seeing the figures of you and Jungkook grow farther and farther he speed walks.

Yoongi catches up to you and comes close to whisper. “Did I say something wrong?” he speaks softly, carefully looking back to Jungkook seeing him keeping his head low while playing with his fingers. You gaze over Jungkook for a moment and your face softens at Jungkook’s obvious nervousness. You turn back to focus on Yoongi. Noticing his eyes showing pity to the younger one. “He’s still shaken up over what happened earlier. It’s better not to remind him about it.” Yoongi nods his head and opens his mouth slightly letting out a quiet oh, showing that he’d now understood Jungkook’s actions.

The three of you slowly come to a stop as you reach the room that held the meeting. You hear a loud sigh from behind you. Before you could turn and console your friend, Yoongi had beaten you and was already patting Jungkook’s back to console him. “It’s okay to be nervous. We’re just having a meeting to discuss things. You don’t have to worry about anything. Y/N and I will protect you.” Yoongi gives Jungkook a reassuring smile as the younger one relaxes a bit. Your heart softens at the sight.

While opening the door you see many familiar faces. Including President Jeon. You and Yoongi quickly bow towards him and Jungkook immediately runs over to his parents. “Son! Thank the lord you’re okay!” Jungkook falls into his mother’s arms. His mother starts sobbing clutching her son never letting him go. “My only son! I don’t know what I would’ve done if you were to get hurt!” Jungkook's mom pulls back to examine her son to see if he'd been injured in any way. Jungkook finally smiles genuinely after what felt like a lifetime. "I'm okay, I'm okay. I was so scared Mom." He let his tears flow once more, feeling relieved to be with his family again. The President sits back and watches the two before a serious man with broad shoulders enters the room.

"So sorry to interrupt your reunion, but we must start the meeting." Everyone listens to Jin's words and sits down around the large table in the center of the room.

Jungkook sits by his mom who now had his hand in hers. You sit in between Jin and Yoongi waiting for Jin to speak once more. "As we're all aware. An assassination occurred earlier this morning regarding the Vice President." You listen attentively, carefully processing your boss' words and waiting for him to continue.

Jin inhales deeply before resuming. "The investigation department has researched as much as they could and found out that they weren't aiming for the vice president. We believe that the proprietor was targeting you, President Jeon."

The President's teeth visibly grit and Jungkook shifts uncomfortably in his seat hearing that his dad was originally the one to be killed.

"Not only you but your family, but specifically Jeon Jungkook."

President Jeon slams his fist on the table. Jungkook stares at you hopelessly while anger overcomes your body.

"My Son?!" Jin sighs at the President's response. "Yes sir, we don't know the motive of this, but we know who is behind it." The President's nose flares out of rage. He sits back down as his wife tries to calm him.

Jin reaches for a folder containing multiple papers and opens it carefully to grab the first page inside and faces it towards the meeting revealing a vivid picture of a built man leaving the crime scene from earlier today. As you lay your eyes on the picture of the man behind the assassination your blood runs cold. Your brain processing his features you know all too well. The features you have yourself. You look away out of disbelief to meet the wide eyes of Jungkook. Jin clears his throat and continues.

"This is Choo Sunghoon. He is well known as a mafia leader feared by many, one of the most violent criminal organizations in operation. Leading the Choo Mafia recognized as the most powerful Mafia consists of about 570 made members. We believe he is the one conspiring against the President." You look at Jin with furrowed eyebrows and see his stern expression unfazed. It can't be. Why him out of all people. Choo Sunghoon. Your own father.

Growing up your dad never hid his antics from you. Your earliest memory is of him brutally beating one of his members to death. He had no shame showing you the crimes he'd done, he raised you to be a killer telling you it was to protect your sister Sejeong. He had high expectations for you to be his right-hand man and to be his main assassin. All until the incident with your sister.

You feel a hand grasp yours bringing your attention to the present. You look at the owner of the hand to see Yoongi giving you reassurance.

The only people who knew your secret in the room were Jungkook, Jin, and Yoongi. It was labeled confidential by Jin. You looked over to the head agent to see him with sadness in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something to you but the President cuts him off.

"That damn monster."

President Jeon's fist clenched tightly as he thought of the mafia leader. Jin shifts his attention toward the president. "We understand that Sunghoon is extremely dangerous. Which is why we have assigned another agent to Golden Jeon."

You look over to Jungkook to see him stiffen from the news.

A knock echoes through the room. Jin smiles as he expected this person. The door opens and reveals a man with dark black hair, so dark it almost comes off as blue, his chubby face doesn't match the rest of him as his body is strong lean, and muscular. He walks in with a smile that reaches his eyes making them half crescent moons and his pearly whites show a tooth that's slightly protruding.

He walks to an open seat and bows slightly to everyone but deeply bows to the President and his family before sitting down

"Everyone, please welcome Agent Dorem also known as Park Jimin."

Agent Emerald

COMING SOON...

❧words: tbc

❧ warnings: gun violence, violence, blood, minor deaths, one sided love, and tbc

❧pairing: agent!jimin x agent!y/n ft jungkook

❧genre: strangers to lovers

❧au: national intelligence service/agents/bodyguards 

summary: Protecting Jungkook as you work for the NIS was a walk in the park, until things change for the worse and a new recruit is assigned as your partner, Agent Dorem.