Jungkook P.O.V.
It's been a little over two weeks since Jimin was shot, and everything is healing up perfectly. Jin finally let him out of his room. He began moping around the house because Jin still refused to let him enter into the outside word. He must be missing the nightlife at the club by now. Speaking of, I haven't really been allowed to leave either. Hoseok took me to another fight-which I had once again won. I honestly was feeling a bit anxious since then, and have been wanting to go out and fight more. The adrenaline that pumped through me, the feeling of my fist against bone, the audible snapping sound that went through the air at a broken bone of my opponent. I loved it all. But it was starting to worry me a bit. Like what's up with this sudden bloodlust? The feeling I get when I successfully KO'd my opponent and was pronounced winner? Maybe I should have joined a professional boxing league or something, but then again, there would be more restraints on what I could do. There it is again! Guess it is a good thing I haven't done any more fights, I can't get used to this.
He was now sitting in the living room with Taehyung and Jimin, watching One Piece on the tv. They two seemed engrossed in it, but I'm more of a Fairy Tail guy. Suddenly, the door to the living room opened, and I heard the thud of a bag.
"Wow, I expected an entourage when I arrived, and this is what I get?" All three of us turned around, revealing a bored looking Yoongi standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.
"Hyung!" Taehyung yells, while Jimin was already halfway to the elder by now. He throws his small body at him, careful of his shoulder as he squeezed the other with his opposite arm.
"Jimin what happened? I told you to be careful while I was gone!" Yoongi exclaims, and I watch as a concerned look appears on the elders face. Awww.
"I was shot," Jimin said, pointing, before pointing at me. I froze, hoping I wouldn't be blamed. "Kookie saved me though." I sighed in relief, watching as Yoongi looked at me, a faint smile on his face.
"He did, did he?" I watched as Yoongi let go of Jimin, walking over to me. I ducked my head shyly when his arm reached out, ruffling my hair. "Thanks for saving my Jimin." I smiled, watching as he hugged a hyper Taehyung, before putting his arms around Jimin's waist. The smile on my face grew at all the love in the room, until I felt like someone hit my brain with a rubber band. I felt my vision get blurry, having to steady myself on the back of the couch. Not again.
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"Okay, everyone has their bags, everyone is together, One…..wait where did the other two go?""
I pulled my suitcase behind me, running over to the grey haired woman who was looking around frantically.
"We're right here!"
I turned around to see a smaller black haired boy pulling two suitcases.
"Tae, come on!"
The black haired boy complains, puffing out his chubby cheeks,, a red haired boy appearing behind him with a suitcase as well.
"I'm sorry, but that nails ad needed to be looked at."
The red haired boy fires back, before walking over to me, leaning his head on my shoulder.
"Kookie, I'm tired~~"
I smiled, taking one of the boy's suitcases.
"I gotchu, Tae."
The boy smiled, but we were alerted by more clicking of heels.
"Didn't your little friend say he would meet us here?"
I turned around a little, smiling at the brunette behind us.
"Yes, auntie. He should be here soon."
I say, glancing at the other two woman that had walked over to the grey haired woman, now knowing that everyone was together.
I looked around, before pointing to the grey haired boy that was walking over.
"There's hyung!"
I heard black haired boy squeal, and before we knew it, he had jumped onto the older boy, hugging him.
"Hey, mochi."
The boy said, a small smile appearing on his face that he tried to wipe off. I smirked, seeing how the boy's ears were turning red from the other's affection. The black haired boy suddenly pouted, lifting up his arm.
"Look, I fell and bruised my arm!"
The grey haired boy ran his fingers over the other's arm, concern on his face.
"Are you alright?"
"Uh huh! Kookie took care of me!"
The grey haired boy's eyes widened, and he walked over to me. I smiled brightly, rocking on my feet.
"He did, did he?"
The boy ruffled my hair, offering a gummy smile.
"Thanks for saving my Jimin."
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"Yo, Jungkook?"
I blinked several times, looking around, a hand waving in front of my face.
"Sorry, I seemed to have blacked out for a second," I say, nervously, smiling, running a hand through my hair. Yoongi nodded, before motioning to me, walking towards the door where the other two stood. I have no idea why, but continuously I would have these weird scenes. They never seem to stop. And why is the one boy's name Jimin? Why would...I dont even know.
"Come on, we got things to do."
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Third Person P.O.V.
The soft clicking of computer keys filled the room with a soft hum of computer fans, the sounds able to lure anyone into the deep abyss that was sleep. All of that was interrupted by a sharp tap on the room's door.
"Come in."
The door opened, revealing the now green haired leader.
How's the software coming, Hoseok?" The deep voiced male asked, and the man sitting behind the monitors smiled brightly.
"Got everything all fixed up. I'm uploading Jungkook's picture to the finger now. Should have results in about an hour if any police firewalls give me any trouble. Thirty minutes in the least."
"Good, I'm sending Yoongi out with Taehyung and Jungkook to get rid of the traitor you found the other day. Keep me up to date on any information you find." The orange haired male flashed a thumbs up, earning a dimpled smile from RM.
"Got it boss. Oh, can you see if Jin made any of those Honey buns yet?"
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Jungkook P.O.V.
I gazed out the window, admiring the twinkling stars in the night sky before the lights of Seoul outshined them. I cracked my neck, turning to look at Taehyung, who was sitting next to me, tapping on his phone. We were in a black van, Taehyung and I sitting in the back while Yoongi drove. I wasn't told where we were going or why, all I know is that it was fairly important. I drummed my fingers on my kneecap, wanting to break the silence yet not knowing how. I was about to ask whenever the car stopped, Yoongi turning around to talk after turning off the engine.
"Okay, here's the plan. Barely anyone is here because its night. Hoseok already had the cameras hacked and on a timer, so we won't be spotted by the cameras. Knockout the security quietly,. The guy we need is in the back office. I have the map on my watch. Got everything, V?" Yoongi looks over at V, who holds up a briefcase.
"Got the venom and chloroform all in here."I raised my eyebrows, coughing lightly to get the twos attention.
"Why do we need those?"
"Venom to kill the guy, chloroform to knock out any witnesses or anyone that needs questions. Of course, chloroform can kill as well" Taehyung said, winking at me. "You'll get used to how we roll soon enough." I smiled, fixing my gloves as Yoongi nodded.
"Ready?"
"Let's go."
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Third person P.O.V.
Hoseok happily walked back into his computer room with a bag of Doritos under his arm, three 's, and a honey bun hanging out of his mouth. He set the objects onto his desk, plopping down to sit on his chair, popping his feet onto the desk, he opened a can of soda, setting it on the counter, as he glanced at the computer screen.
"Oh good," he says, his voice slightly blocked by the honey bun. He pulled out his phone, texting Namjoon while licking the sweet icing from the bun, drooling like crazy. That fucker was going to be gone in two seconds flat.
Should take about 10 more minutes. He hit the send button, before flicking through notifications, as with the other hand he shoved the entire honey bun into his mouth, cheeks all puffed out like a chipmunk. Happy horse right there.
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Jungkook P.O.V..
I crack my neck as I wait for Taehyung to finish knocking out the second guard, my guy already on the ground. I watched as the guy hit the ground, Taehyung extending his arm in and out before looking over at Yoongi.
"How much more of this? I hate being quiet." Taehyung complains in a whispers, and Yoongi rolls his eyes while I cover a snicker. He's such a baby sometimes. It's adorable.
"Oh waa waa, he's at the end of this hall." Yoongi motioned for us to follow, and I could feel my heart begin beating wildly in my chest. This is it, the final boss so to say. And my first time having such a large part. It was my job to run in first and grab the guy, restraining him. If I mess this up…I could be risking lives here. I felt time slow down as I stood next to the door, Yoongi on the other side. Taehyung was behind me, having took the suitcase from Yoongi. I felt his hand on my side, causing my to look over my shoulder. He leaned in close, lips pressed against my ear for a few seconds, barely audible words forming.
"You've got this." Those three words alone caused confidence to swell in me, and when Taehyung removed his hand, I gave a determined nod to Yoongi, who smirked, stepping in front of the door. He leaned back, arms and a single leg raising, kicking the door next to the handle, instantly breaking it open. I quickly ducked inside, eyes zoning in on the shocked male. This is my time.
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Third Person P.O.V.
Hoseok hummed quickly as he munched on Doritos, watching videos on his phone.
"Aww look at the cute little puppy!" He cooed, shoving another Dorito in his mouth. Food and videos, this was life. Suddenly there was a loud beep, causing him to scream, falling from the wheeled chair. He grumbled as he rubbed his elbow, glaring at the computer screen that showed a full green bar with words reading, "Search Complete."
"Look buddy, scare me like that again and you're going out that window!" Hoseok scolded, pointing at the computer. He sat back down in his chair, shoving three Doritos into his mouth at once as he clicked the "view" button. His eyes looked boredly at the computer as it dinged a few times, showing the articles he had already seen. He was about to sit back and relax, when the computer began beeping on rampage, pictures flying across the screen in a flurry. Hoseok choked, almost falling out of his seat again as he pounded at his chest, swallowing before chugging some of his soda. He slammed the can down, watching as the last photo cleared, his eyes widening at the formatting and information, fear passing over him. He quickly grabbed his phone, hitting speed dial, the other end picking up with the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Hyung we have a problem."
