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Jungkook P.O.V.

Taehyung and I quickly exited the club, Taehyung leading us to the back entrance to where a car was waiting. We climbed into the backseat, removing our earpieces and such as Hoseok pulled out of the alley onto the street.

"This is just a small detour won't take long," Jimin says, flicking through his phone from the passenger's seat.

"Good, I need to get updates out to the girls. The red light district has been attacked lately, we might need to move to green for a while," Taehyung says, examining his nails in the light from his phone. "When's the stash we need coming in? We're running low and you know how hard it is without it."

"That's what we're learning now," Hoseok says, driving in the direction of the run-down part of Seoul. I just leaned back and listened, not having anything to say. From what Taehyung was saying I guess he runs their prostitution unit-not that I'm surprised-but he doesn't seem much like a pimp to me…...scratch that after seeing the basement I take it back.

"Here we are," Jimin says, causing my gaze to once again fall out the window. In front of the headlights were two people, one staying back a few feet behind the other. They were dressed in dark clothing, the one farther away wearing a mask, both squinting in the light.

"Jungkook, follow." The three got out of the car as if they were in sync, and I quickly follow suit. Hoseok flicked the headlights of the car off before stepping away, flooding the area with darkness, only a dim light outside of a door a few feet away giving any brightness to the scene. Taehyung motioned with his hand for me to stay back as the other three moved forward.

"Junghoo," Hoseok says, standing a few feet away from the said male, Jimin standing a bit behind the elder, while Taehyung shifted from foot to foot on the opposite side of Jimin.

"J-Hope," the male said, and I could detect a trace of fear in his voice.

"What's the deal? Neither you nor your boss has given me any sort of info on the arrival of the shipment," Hoseok growls, arms crossed. In the dim light, I could see the male shiver, visibly.

"T-there is some delay...we shall send word whenever the ship is close to arriving." The male stutters, and instead of Hoseok responding, Jimin steps forward, catching the males attention.

"What about our money, Junghoo?" Jimin says, and I gulp at the sudden deepness that was woven in his voice, a Busan accent seeping through his usual Seoul one. I watched in the dim light as the male tensed, refusing to meet the other's eyes. "It's been two weeks, I'm not sure if we can extend the date again."

"I-I just need a little more t-time!" The male pleads, and with this I watch as Taehyung steps forward, starting to circle the said male at a distance.

"Song Jisoo, age 26, a server at Bonchi, small local restaurant," Taehyung says, and I see the male pale at his words. "Goes to work 9 am to 2 pm, weekends 9 to 3:30." Taehyung continues his path, hands in his pockets as he watches the males every move, careful not to get to close to his companion, who I noticed Hoseok had an eye on. "Song Jihyeon, age 3, Pyeong-Ji Preschool and Daycare, picked up at 3:15 pm every weekday, 4 pm on the weekends." The man instantly drops to his knees, bowing his head as he clasps his hands in front of him.

"Please, please, leave my wife and daughter out of this," the male pleads, and I feel a lump start in my throat. This is the things I've forgotten about during my time here. The reasons why BTS and every other gang need to be taken threaten the lives of those who are innocent, and dragging children into this? I could feel my blood boil just at the thought. I watched as Taehyung slowed to a stop back at his original spot. Jimin moved back as Hoseok stepped forward, towering over the male as he crossed his arms.

"You have one more week, Junghoo, or we'll have to do something we really don't want to do." With that Hoseok turned around, walking back towards the car. Jimin and Taehyung followed suit, and I turned to follow when hearing a clicking sound. In a flash, I turned around, but Jimin was faster, and I watched as the gun fell from the kneeling man's hand, his shirt becoming damp from the three shots embedded in his chest. I quickly flinched, looking away as the male's head shot back with one final shot from the elder. I gulp as I hear the thud of the body falling behind me, Jimin walking past me. I follow his form, quickly looking back away again once he kneels by the dead man, going through his coat pockets.

"Hwangju, send my regards to Yonghee, tell him we need our supplies. Use a cover story for Junghoo." I keep my eyes on the masked boy, as he moves forward slightly. After the car door open and shuts behind me, a small object is thrown which the boy catches. "Don't make us mad now." Jimin stands, something in his hand I couldn't make out because of the light. Hwangju does a bow to Jimin, stepping in to situate and drag his friend once Jimin turns back to the car.

"Let's go," Jimin says, and we all return to our original seats. Hoseok easily backs out of the alley, the car having still been running. From the slight light from the dashboard I can see Jimin thumbing through whatever was in his hand, I'm guessing cash. "The bastard had the cash the whole time," Jimin scoffs, throwing the stack down onto his lap.

"Give it to the wife," Hoseok says, Jimin opening the dashboard to pull out a white envelope.

"Why?" I suddenly ask, confused. After all, didn't they just threaten to kill her? Hoseok adjusts the mirror to look at me, glancing at me and the road.

"She's in a low spot. The drunkard always spent his money on drugs and alcohol, causing all her money to go to their daughter to put her in a preschool so the mother could work. She has a hard enough time keeping the girl there, let alone fed. This will give her the boost she needs to take care of the little girl better." With that, Hoseok adjusts his mirror back and all was silent. I slumped back into my seat, my gaze falling to the window once again. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. How all this worked.

"But you were just threatening to kill them both not even 5 minutes ago," I state, and Jimin answers.

"Ever heard of bluff? Yeah, we kill, but never women and children. Anytime that happens it's by accident. Luckily all the female gangs like to keep with their own. I don't want to go into detail, just we don't fight with them often. We wouldn't hurt a woman unless they threatened one of ours; only low gangs kill them out of spite." I hum in response, staying quiet to was a side of BTS I never stopped to think about, or even consider. Were there even good qualities in a gang? Things they did that were good instead of the things I had to deal with at the station and on the streets? Questions never even appeared before, yet now I'm forced to think about them. And why does my head suddenly hurt just from thinking about Jimin's statement? My heart start to ache? A flash of black and white scenes appeared in my head. A familiar woman opens her mouth in a silent scream, my head turning to the left to be blinded by bright lights. From a lying down position, I watched as a different familiar woman crouched next to another, before quickly turning to something behind me to the side, pulling something out from behind her back.

As quickly as the scenes came, they disappeared, pain appearing in my temple, causing my hand to fly to the spot, my eyes squeezing shut. I felt a hand encase my own, bringing it back down to my side. I looked over to see the one silent person, staring out the window with his hand interlocked with mine. I felt the pain in my head softens as I once again relaxed against my seat, my eyes drifting shut as I slowly traced shapes on the soft skin of Taehyung's hand.

~~~...~~~...~~~

I wake up to Jimin opening the curtains, allowing light into my dim temporary bedroom.

"Yah, we have things to do, get up," Jimin says, and I open my eyes fully just in time to dodge his jump. I sat up quickly, Jimin landing on the bed next to me, a laugh escaping his mouth. "Put something on your not afraid to get ruined, something dark, and something you can move in. Be down for food in 10, cause we leave in 15." I leaned forward as the elder left, resting my elbows on my knees, hands hanging in between my legs. I lower my head with a sigh, scratching my head as I tried to figure out what the fuck was going on.

I arched my back, satisfied by the faint popping sound along with the little pokes of release that went up my spine. With a grunt, I stood up, trying to rub the blurriness out of my eyes while rolling my opposing shoulder, trying to relax the sore muscle there. I must have slept on it wrong. Speaking of sleep, how the hell did I get into my bed? I turn around, looking at the mess of the comforter, before shaking my head, walking over to my closet. I wasn't going to worry about it right now. I pulled out a tight under armor long sleeve shirt, moving to my dresser to get out a pair of black pants. I peeled my old clothes off, pulling on the new ones. I hop towards the door, trying to pull my last pant leg over my own, almost falling in the process. I hit my hand on the door, catching myself, fully pulling the pant leg over my thigh, unhooking it from my knee. I jump slightly, pulling the pants finally up over my hips, zipping and buttoning the material. I open the door, pausing, before turning back around and putting socks and timberlands on. I walk out of my room, shutting the door quietly. Upon turning around, I'm met with a fully dressed Taehyung, close enough for me to run smack into him, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

"What the hell…" I mutter to myself, rubbing my eyes again, trying to clear the blurriness from my head, and trying to focus on the fuzzy blonde figure. Taehyung laughs, and I see his head shake.

"Are you sleepy, kookie~~?" He asks, and I wave my hand, not even wanting to bother with his crap right now. I grunt, walking past the elder to the bathroom. After shutting and locking the door, I turn on the faucet, splashing water onto my face. With a shiver, I lift my head up, finally able to see straight. My hair was a mess, a piece in the back sticking up into the air completely. Not only that but my shirt was on backward. I scoff, pulling my shirt up over my head and putting it back on the right way.

After completing my morning-afternoon? I don't even know anymore-routine, I exited the bathroom, running down the steps two at a time thankfully without falling on my face. I entered the dining room, panting.

"Ten seconds to spare." I look up to see Jimin smirking, watch on his wrist, held up so that he could see the time. "Cutting it close aren't you, rookie?" I smile sheepishly at the elder, before looking around, noticing the empty room.

"Where is everyone?" I ask, standing up straight, having caught my breath.

"Waiting in the study, Jin moved the food there too," Jimin explains, moving from his position of leaning on the table. The elder walked towards the door, before opening it with a smirk. "Come on Jungkook." I was quick to follow as the elder moved out of the room into the hallway. Walking past the steps and into a different hallway, Jimin leads me into a room behind a big oak door. There the other members sat, RM and Hoseok leaning across a long table overtop of a paper, while Jin and Taehyung say on two of the couches in the room. The walls were shelves mostly, floor to ceiling full of books, a bookworms fantasy.

"Took you two long enough," Taehyung says, not turning around from his position on the couch. Jimin walks over the long coffee table that was in between the two couches, picking up a pair of to-go chopsticks and tossing them to me as I began walking over. I caught them, stopping beside him to look down at the table, the surface covered with dishes of food, some almost empty. Absentmindedly, I licked my lips, my stomach let out a growl. Jimin next to me laugh, clapping his arm over my shoulders, nuzzling his nose into my shoulder.

"Kookie was hungry, huh? Still growing," Jimin says, letting go of me and ruffling my ebony locks, causing me to duck my head. He shook his own head, smiling as he moved away from me and over to where RM and Hoseok stood. I watched as he leaned against the table, all three of them speaking in a tone I couldn't quite make out, but Jimin pointed to the paper in front of them, making a circle with his finger so I'm guessing it's a blueprint of some sort and they're discussing it. I wanted to watch them, walk over even, but I knew it wasn't my place to go poking around—I'd find out soon enough I'm sure.

Suddenly a scent catches the air that wisps past my nose, and I'm brought back to the food in front of me. I move to sit next to Taehyung, whose couch was facing the table, pulling the chopsticks out of the packet. Placing the thick end between my teeth, I pulled them apart, before positioning them in my hand. As I picked at multiple foods, I tried to hear any conversation from the table, but all I got was a few loud, "That wouldn't work though," or "Perfect". Next to me, Taehyung yawned, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as he checked his watch; Gucci I believe, I noticed it earlier despite being tired.

"When are we going to be let in?" Taehyung complains, his head turning over to the table.

"Right….." Hoseok says, humming lowly for a few seconds. "Now." Taehyung and Jin instantly stand, and I'm quick to follow suit as they make their way to the table. Tossing my chopstick in an overflowing trash can-crumpled up papers-before standing between Jimin and Jin at the table. A section of Seoul was laid out on a map, along with a smaller map of a house from bird's eye view. There were placeholders on the end of the map along with small objects scattered across it.

"Okay, here's the plan…"

~~~...~~~...~~~

Taehyung, Jimin and I waited in a small basically deserted cafe about a block away from our targets office building. Earpieces in place, we were awaiting Hoseok's signal. We were dressed in custodial jumpsuits as planned, along with black caps. Despite the attire-that I greatly disliked-, there was still a little chatter from around the cafe, which made Jimin next to me start to shift uncomfortably, lowering his cap over his eyes and adjusting his glasses. I rolled my eyes at the chatter, taking a drink from my to-go coffee mug, and glared at the sun. How dare it shine in my eyes despite the hat.

The plan was that at Hoseok's signal, we were to enter the office building and follow his directions to find this disk that held some dark web information of theirs. They wouldn't tell me what was in it, just that it could bring them down a few pegs if released. Oh how much I felt like a cat with all the curiosity the disk made me have. But my mission isn't over, so I can't die yet.

Hoseok was stationed outside of the building "fixing" the electrical power lines-which was really him hacking into their server to help with cameras and such. RM was holding a sniper position on the roof of the building across the street to serve as a type of lookout. Jin was in the "electric company's" van, which served as a getaway, along with him pointing out any mistakes Hoseok made since the male's computer was hooked up a tv in the van.

"Maknaes, server online."

At the sound of Hoseok's voice, I looked at the other two. Nodding, the 95ers stood, me following suit as we threw away our cups and exited the cafe.

"10 4, J," Jimin says, pressing a finger to his ear, turning on the microphone. I did the same, glancing at Taehyung as he did so as well. Taehyung's face was blank, no sign of emotion-kind of creepy.

"Remember, be smart, be quick, We don't want to cause trouble. And kook?" I blinked, realizing Taehyung was looking back at me. "Try not to use up ammo." I nod, my hand subconsciously going to my pocket where a small tranquilizer was in one pocket along with extra darts, then to my other pocket that held both a hand taser and one for long distance. The taser I was familiar with, but tranqs weren't something I was used to.

"We're serious kook, we don't have money to blow on tranq or taser ammo. These are limited," Jimin warns as well, putting an arm out for me to slow down my walking as we neared the building across from the office.

"Stop pressuring the boy. I'm sure he understands."

I blinked for a second, before recognizing RM's voice in the earpiece. I wasn't used to him being around, or familiar with him at all unlike Jhope, Jimin, and V.

"Thank you, sir," I say, and the line goes silent again. Jimin turns his head, seeing no one on the street, before looking across the street to the entrance of the parking garage.

"J we need a distraction," Taehyung says to my left, resulting in a buzzing echo in my ear.

"Hold."

Hoseok's voice came through the com, and a few seconds later an alarm went off deeper in the parking garage, causing the guard to lose his post.

"10 seconds."

As Hoseok started counting down in our ears, the three of us made our way across the street and under the striped gate, running along the inner wall away from the alarm's sound. As Hoseok hit 0, the alarm went off, causing silence to once again fill the air. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as Jimin nudged my shoulder, mouthing a "come on". I had fallen behind the other two in my moment of distress, Taehyung already far ahead of us. I quickly followed the elders into the back entrance where deliveries were done. We pressed against the wall, Taehyung peeking around the side. He straightened, pointing to his ear while motioning to Jimin. Jimin blew silently at his ear, and I winced at the sound that erupted in mine-wind going across a speaker, we all know the sound. It was like someone was breathing and dropping a cellphone at the same time, terrible.

"Stop it, I'm trying."

I heard Hoseok speak into the earpiece.

"Why don't you say that then and maybe they wouldn't kill our eardrums."

That time it was Jin. Jimin stopped, the line falling silent once again.

"Cameras down. 15 seconds."

At Hoseok's oh so joyful voice, Taehyung pulls out his tranq, firing it out of my view. I heard a groan then a thud before Jimin quickly ran around Taehyung out of sight. Taehyung, without looking, motioned for me to follow, in which I did. Jimin was crouched next to a man dressed in black, obviously a guard. As we approached him I watch him pull a small clear dart off of his neck, only a hint of blue from the now gone liquid remained. He fell in pace beside me as we entered the building-to close to Hoseok's countdown for my comfort. This reminded me a lot of when I worked on drug cartel missions. Stealthy and quick. But this definitely has its differences.

I made my way down the hallway, following Taehyung and Jimin. The 3 of us made our way across whatever floor of the building we were on, into a nearby janitor closet. The space was large enough to fit a good 30 people inside, that is if you remove some of the supplies out of the room. Right now, with all the shelving and other units of things, you could only fit about 10. Taehyung and Jimin instantly grabbed janitors carts filled with cleaning supplies, passing one of the carts to me. It seemed like the two of them have done this before.

"15-floor boys, you have to separate from here and regroup there."

I heard Hoseok's voice in my ear, followed by small okay from the other two. RM and Jin still remain silent, I'm guessing just having nothing to say. To be completely honest, this mission was not that interesting so far. It just seemed like other missions I was on before, just a little more pulse racing because of being unfamiliar with this type of environment in this situation. To my surprise, the two I was with looked at me expectantly as if waiting for me to do something. I raise my eyebrow in obvious confusion.

"Go on," Taehyung said, while Jimin nodded his head at me. I gulped, but nodded, not letting any symbol of fear pass across my face. I pushed the slightly squeaky cart out of the room and out into the hallway. There were some people dressed in suits there but they paid me no mind, me being dressed as a janitor and all. I'm still getting used to the fact that I'm not a police officer here, right now I was just a lowly person that most look down on. I was used to people turning their heads towards me, staring at me as I walk down the hallway- or really everywhere I went - trying to figure out what I was doing, who was I with, and wondering what my assignment at that time was. In uniform, I can never really step out of the spotlight. I guess it's a good thing that I'm here for a bit, undercover like this. I get a chance to wander without being on my toes completely, being on duty not having to worry about people yelling at me because of being a police officer. Then again, I still have to make sure I'm not too relaxed. Throughout this time, I forgot why I'm here. Moments where I forget who I am, who I'm with, what my objective is. But this is not a time to be dwelling on what all has happened and these weird thoughts running through my head of freedom and peace that I usually don't get. I have a job to pay the bills and put food in my stomach. In order to keep that job and remain being best officer in the force - and of course not dead -, I have to focus on what I'm supposed to do right now.

I waited for some people that were in line for the elevator, standing behind them. Boy did my thoughts wander in the short distance between that closet and the elevator. I glanced to my left, my eyes widening. Speaking of short distance - I have crossed the whole floor while lost in my thoughts. What has gotten into me? How did I even know there was an elevator over here? Must be luck. I think to myself, lowering my head slightly to avoid looks from other people. As most people in front of me went into some elevators, I waited for a new one to open. Hearing a soft ding, I waited for the people to exit the elevator to my right, before entering it quietly. I walked around to the other side of the cart, pinning myself against the wall of the elevator and the handles of the blue object. A man in a navy suit came in after me, his black and gray hair slicked back. With a scoff, he turned around and press the button to a floor, 8 I believe.

"Why can't they just use the service elevator like they're supposed to?" The man says loud enough for me to hear. I force down a growl, holding back from scolding the man. After all, even as a police officer - being as hard as it is in this day in age - people never really spoke to me that way without fear of being arrested. They would have to be drunk or high to DARE insult me like this. I clinched the handles of the cart, lowering my head slightly to avoid looking at him in any of the reflective walls and to block him from seeing my face. Everything was silent other than the slight sniffing from the man until he exited on the 8th floor. I secretly press the shut door button with the handle of a plunger that oh - so - happened to be sticking out at the right angle and height to click the button. I watch as the door shut sighing in relief. At least I could get to the 15th floor with peace for now. I was anxious enough as it is. This has been the longest time that I've gone without being in the loop of what was going on within the force and honestly, I was more stressed than usual. Not only do I have little to no access to the outside world, but it's not like I could go up to one of the other members and be like " hey can I use your phone to call the police chief and see what all happened in the force while I'm away?" No, I can't just do that. So honestly, I was a bit shaky. Then along with being on this type of mission, I didn't really know what I was doing. This was honestly the worst possible time for me to have a mental breakdown. I stand up straighter shaking my head. No, I can't back down now. I can't lose sight of my goal. I need to take down BTS and bring an end to the underground in Seoul. With a deep breath, I prepared myself for the ding of the 15th floor. There's a slight stall in the elevator, it making a small clicking sound. I felt my body tense, unaware what was happening.

"Don't worry kook, I'm stalling it."

I sigh in relief at the sound of Hoseok's voice.

" All three of you, we have a small problem. I've checked the 15th floor and realized that this person you're looking for took the disc to the 32nd floor."

" So we just change course?"

Followed by his Hosoek's statement was Jimin with a question. And honestly, I was about to say the same thing.

" Not exactly. Floor 30 and up are VIP access."

" Can you hack into the card reader?"

Taehyung's deep voice followed Hoseok's with an accusation.

" Yes, but it's more complicated than that. The scans are done by actual guards that know the pin to unlock the doors. You need to get someone with VIP card in order for me to hack into that and put either Jimin or Taehyung's picture there."

" So who do we need to find?"

With Jimin's question, the line went silent. I coughed as an idea coming into my head.

"An intern," I say, causing a slight questioning sound to come from the end of the line, unsure of who it was. "Each card can be trackable within a certain distance because of the metallic chip, correct? Then why don't we track down an intern and take his card? As you said, one of the other two can pose as the Intern and let me and the other in. Maybe claiming that there's a light broken and one of us was there a fix it while the other one was training and was just following him around." The line remained silent again before Jin spoke up.

"That...would work right?"

"Actually...I think it might..."

I felt a beam of pride that an idea had come out of my mouth that the others might be able to use. I tried forcing it down, after all, this was a gang that I had just gave an idea that can be used for future use, but the pride could not be forced down after RM's voice came over the line.

"Nice job, kook. Very smart."

This was the first good thing that the other had said about me, and I couldn't help but feel happy.

" Okay, I've picked up chips on floors near you three. Based on the information held on the card about the person, there is someone near Jimin that is only a little bigger than him, so Jimin I need you to follow my directions to get to that area in which he is. Taekook, I need you to find a place to dispose of your carts, carrying things in need to fix a light with you. Both of you go to floor 17. Tae, there is a place down the hallway and to the left and around the corner where you can drop yours off. Kook, there should be a bathroom at the end of the hallway that you can enter. Until then, I will tell Jimin where to go. You two just do that then regroup in section D of floor 17, where Jimin will meet you. Tae, there is-"

From that point on, I stopped listening, because Hoseok was giving information to Taehyung that I didn't need to worry about. Well, to put my full attention on, I still was kind of listening. I moved to the end of the hallway, entering the thankfully empty bathroom. I pushed my cart into one of the handicap stalls, pulling out a few tools before locking the bathroom door. I stand on the toilet, moving my body over it to drop to the ground in the next stall. Like hell I was laying on that crusty ass floor. I kept the tools in my hand, adjusting my mask in the mirror before exiting the restroom. I noticed a lot of people waiting for the elevator that I exited from, and I didn't want that many people seeing me. I quickly moved the right, avoiding locking eyes with anyone. I continued down that hallway, finally spotting the other elevator-with a guy in a jumpsuit standing in front of it. A small smile passes over my lips, but I quickly hid it. I approached the male silently, standing next to him. We paid each other no mind, watching as the door opened and people exited the elevator. He entered first before I followed suit. We both stood in the back, lowering out heads a little as a woman entered. His eyes and I looked, holding the gaze for a few seconds before separating-a silent hello. The woman pressed a floor higher than the one we needed to enter on, so I quickly reached out, pressing a gloved fingertip onto the 17th-floor button. We waited quietly, only the elevator music breaking the silence within the room.

As the door dinged, Taehyung next to me moved forward, walking through the door first once again before I followed. Taehyung seemed to know where he was going, so I patiently followed him, avoiding the people in our path. We entered into a small corridor full of half walls that thankfully stopped above our heads.

"Left, 5 meters."

Hoseok's voice said quietly through the earpiece, giving us directions. Taehyung quickened his pace a little, turning into the hallway as I followed at his heels. In the middle of the hallway, leaned against the wall was Jimin, his jumpsuit attire changed to that of a suit and glasses, even his black wig was slicked back. Oh, did I not mention that? Because Jimin's hair color was too uncommon right now, they made him wear a black wig. Pretty funny actually.

He smiled slightly at our approach, leaning off the wall.

"Great, now get to the floor, I'll have your picture and fake name transferred into the database-but don't take too long I have to be able to remove it in record time. The guards you knocked out earlier should be waking up at any time."

With Hoseok's warning, Jimin's smile fell and seriousness went into place. He walked past us to the way we came. He swiped some papers off of a printer we passed before returning to where we were. He flicked his head, motioning for us to follow. We quickly followed him down the hallway, Jimin nodding and smiling at a few people that passed, trying to make it seem like he belonged. He walked over to the elevator he must have exited from, pressing the button. Jimin tapped his foot lightly, glancing at the new watch that adorned his wrist. The elevator finally opened, and the three of us entered. Taehyung pressed the 32-floor button, and we all waited anxiously as the elevator went up.

"You're doing good, Jungkook," Jimin said, giving me a small smile as he put a hand on my arm. I didn't realize I looked that anxious. I flashed a small smile, before trying to make my face blank. I watched my reflection, making sure it was steady right before the elevator opened. Jimin leads the way down the empty black and grey hallway, only the room at the very back blocked by guards. He smiled at the guards that looked at him with suspicion, trying to make it seem like he belonged once again.

"Stall them, I'm at 95%."

With Hoseok's request, Jimin smiled brightly, motioning to us.

"Light is being stupid," Jimin says, shifting the paper in his hand as he dug through his pockets as if trying to find his ID.

"You don't look familiar," one guard said, as he eyed Jimin, his stance tense.

"Oh, I'm a new intern, I wouldn't be surprised," Jimin brushed it off, letting out a light giggle as he shifted the papers again, looking through his pockets.

"Now."

Jimin reached into his suit, pulling out a small card.

"There it is!" Jimin said, happily, handing the card over to the guard. He slipped it into the card reader in his hand, before handing the chip back to Jimin. The card reader kept buzzing, causing me to get a little anxious. I shifted to my other foot, but after a stern look from Jimin, I lowered my head, remaining still. The card reader finally beeps, and the guard scans Jimin again before nodding to the other guard. He puts his own card over a scanner on the door, the soft click of the door unlocking loud enough for me to hear. "Thanks, boys!" Jimin says happily, opening up the door and allowing Taehyung and I to enter. The inside was a series of hallways, all leading to offices and conference rooms.

"Third door on the right, the only person in there is the secretary. Be quick. We're pushing time as it is."

"Roger," Taehyung says quietly, and Jimin leads us to the right room. Taehyung pulls out his taser, giving a nod to Jimin. Jimin opened the door, and Taehyung entered. I heard a woman's voice speak before the zapping sound of the taser and a thud. Jimin enters the room, motioning for me to follow. I enter the room, stopping only after Jimin told me to stop.

"Watch that door," Jimin says, and I nod, looking out the small window that allowed people to see into the office. Jimin stood at the door entrance to the main office, and over his shoulder, I could see Taehyung behind whoever's computer.

"Shit shit shit!"

"What is it, Hoseok?"

"He's in the lot, Taehyung you have 5 seconds to let me in the damn computer!"

"Calm your fucking tits," Taehyung curses, and I could feel my pulse quicken. This made our job harder, I'm sure. I could hear Taehyung's furious typing from here and kept glancing out the window anxiously. "You're in." The coms went dead as we waited for Hoseok to do everything he needed to do.

"Alright, I've got the information off his hard drive and am installing a complete wipe of his computer to get rid of all traces. If I know Hyung-sik, he would have smashed the disk as soon as he transferred it to his computer. Get out of there."

"Got it," Jimin responds, motioning for Taehyung to get out. Taehyung gets up, quickly moving out of the room, heading over to me. I glance out of the window before opening the door, holding it for the other two. Jimin leads the way, his papers discarded. We edit the area, Jimin giving a smile and a wave to the still suspicious guards. We keep a normal pace to the elevator, entering it before pressing the button. I bounced lightly on the balls of my feet, my breath getting a little quick as I anxiously eyed the floors. People entered on the 28th floor, exiting on the 18th and 7th, causing even Jimin to start to get anxious. The door finally opened on the 1st floor, and I almost gasped as the doors opened. There was the guy that Taehyung slept with the night before. I quickly lowered my gaze, seeing Taehyung and Jimin doing the same. He didn't seem to pay us any mind, going in and pressing the button as we left. Exiting the elevator, I made the mistake of looking over my shoulder, our eyes locking right before the doors shut.

"We need to move," I whisper in Taehyung's ear, quickening my pace a little as he looked at me in confusion. "I made eye contact," I say, quieter, and realization passed over Taehyung's face. I don't think Hyung-sik would recognize me, but I did perform on that night, so he might. We made our way back the way we came-even I knew we couldn't just walk out the front doors. All of our paces changed to a light jog once there was no one in the hallway-but halfway through the worst thing could happen.

"Hey, you!" At the end of the hallway-our exit, where the guards Taehyung and Jimin knocked out-angry.

"Fuck!" Jimin said, skidding to a stop. "Run!" Taehyung was faster, taking off back the other way before we could. I quickly followed him, Jimin on my heels as we began running the other way. A shot was fired, and I flinched as the light above me was hit. Sparks rained down on me and Jimin for a few seconds, but I quickly shook my head and kept running. We entered back out into the main area, people staring at us. Obviously. We were a bunch of people running right after a gun was fired, it's not like they're going to mind their own business. We entered the lobby, a different voice yelling a protest. I glanced towards the voice, Hyung-sik standing there along with 2 other guards.

"Great!" I exclaim, earning a shove from Jimin because of me slowing down my speed. We ran away from both groups, Taehyung leading the way through the lobby.

"Get down!" I hear someone yell, and seconds later more shots could be heard, some of the glass doors being shattered along with screaming and gasps. Taehyung jumps through the openings, running out onto the street, and I'm quick to follow suit.

"Guy's we need the car, now!" Taehyung shouts into the earpiece, putting his hand out as a car screeched to a stop beside him. I ducked my head as a bullet whizzed past my head, my heart beating in my ears. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the white electric van, the van zooming towards Taehyung before turning quickly, the brakes squealing. The van came to a complete stop, the back of it facing us as Hoseok opened the back doors, Taehyung jumping inside. I quickened my speed as I heard more shots and shouting but quickly stopped when a scream erupted from Jimin. I turned around, seeing Jimin tumble to the ground, the people behind him growing closer. I skidded to a stop, stumbling as I changed direction before scooping Jimin up into my arms. I turned, my running slowed as I carried his form, my eyes catching the dark stain that began showing through his shirt. Taehyung pulled Jimin into the van as I hopped in, the van moving as we shut the doors. I flinched as I heard a bullet ricochet off the vehicle, but sighed in relief.

"Keep pressure on that! I need to knock the rest of the security cams!" I turned my head as Hoseok spoke, typing on his computer. I watched as Taehyung ripped off his sleeve, pressing it to the bleeding wound in Jimin's shoulder. Jimin was breathing fast, sweat gathering on his head.

"We need to get him to the hospital!" I exclaimed, knowing how damaged it must be.

"Are you crazy?!" Taehyung yells, looking at me angrily. "We'd get arrested on the spot if we did that! We're heading back home so Jin can get him in surgery." I looked shocked, not realizing what risk it was if they were exposed. I kept forgetting that they were some of the most wanted criminals in Seoul. I nodded, moving to sit next to Jimin, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"It's okay. You're going to be fine," I say, comfortingly, and Jimin smiled a little. I kept saying reassuring things, wiping the sweat from his face as I watched the blood soak through his shirt quickly. I felt my heart pounding, memories of fallen officers that died on my watch passing through my head. I shook my head slightly, shaking those thoughts away.That can't happen. Not to him. I think, nodding firmly as a thought passed through my subconscious, myself completely unaware.

I can't have another part of my family die.