Dallas' POV
Those boys were sexist jerks. I swear to God when I get home I will make them all pay for making me do this. I hated recon. I always paid someone else to do it for me. It was boring as hell. I got outvoted. They used the excuse that I was a girl so I was less suspicious. What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Jerks.
So here I am, sitting outside a small little cafe drinking a coffee and hiding my face behind some random magazine I picked up from inside. I had been here for three freaking hours. My father's new right-hand man had went into the building across the street and hasn't come out yet. The building was unmarked. I'm assuming it was my father's new hideout. Seems his style.
My mission was to acquire any information I can get on this guy. All I know so far is his men call him "Kon" and he likes cheap cigarettes. I have no idea how I'm supposed to turn that into something useful. I was not made for recon.
"Dallas?"
Shit.
I looked up to see Jungkook standing in front of me. I motioned for him to sit down quickly and he did so but he looked incredibly confused.
"Are you trying to get me killed?! Don't call me Dallas in public!" I seethed. Something caught my eye. Kon had left the building and was being escorted by my father to his car.
I looked him over. His hair had more grey in it now that it used too and he'd lost a lot of weight. His bags under his eyes had only darkened and the right side of his face was now displaying a very large scar. He still walked like he was untouchable though. That hadn't changed. As if he felt my eyes on him he turned in my direction. I quickly ducked further behind my magazine before he could recognize me. This was such a stupid assignment.
"What are you doing?" Jungkook suddenly asked me. I must've seemed strange to him what with my obviously bad hiding skills.
"Nothing!"
"Ah, I get it. You're back to keeping secrets. That's more like the Dallas I know!" He teased. I wanted to make a sarcastic remark but I had a job to do.
"Seriously Jungkook, it's nothing!" I snapped. His eyes lost their sparkle of humor. He looked slightly offended.
"You're up to something Dallas, I can tell. You haven't read a magazine since the 6th grade. You threw it away and said it was a load of misogynistic garbage," he told me bluntly. I chuckled a little at the memory. It was true though.
My father had walked back into the building and Kon was pulling away. I needed to leave now before I lost him. I stood up quickly and made to leave, forgetting about my company. I felt his hand wrap around my wrist and I turned to see him giving me a hard stare.
"You're up to something bad aren't you?" He asked. I shook him off and shot him a beaming smile.
"Sorry Kook but I can't say. All I can say is at least I haven't killed anyone today!"
"You say that like it was a difficult task? What do you want, a gold star?" He fired back. I laughed again and blew him a kiss while walking backwards toward my car. His face turned a deep shade of red and I giggled.
"Catch you later Kookie!" I turned and sprinted toward my car. I hopped in and took off in the same direction that Kon went. Unfortunately after a half hour of searching it began pouring rain. Thanks to that I had lost him. The boys were gonna be pissed.