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these are from attack on titan, bungo stray dogs, kimetsu no yaiba, boku no hero, mirai nikki and angels of death !! u should watch them all !!!
presenting….. bts as spy x family characters
jimin as anya forger
taehyung as loid forger/twilight
seokjin as yor briar forger/thorn princess
yoongi as damian desmond
jungkook as yuri briar
bts x haikyuu icons!!
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“my soul is always with you.”
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bts x momo yaoyorozu icons!
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momo voices: plus ultra!!
yoonkook / free!rin icons!
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bts x kimetsu no yaiba icons!!
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Serendipity
Pairing: Agent!Jungkook x scientist!reader
Theme: Assassin au, agent!jungkook, doctor!reader, angst, sci-fi
Summary: Jungkook had one job before he took off to hide, one mission to fulfill so he could leave knowing he did something he could be proud of, but here he was, his hands frozen and his heart pounding.
‘One last time,’ He reminded himself as he stared down at the laboratory. He had accepted one last job, he’d get this done and leave, he’d never come back.
His backpack sat at his feet, once the job was done he’d vanish, never to be seen again, like a shooting star in the night sky. He didn’t think this job would be much of a problem.
He knew the plan like the back of his hand. Go inside, kill the mad scientist inside and leave, no turning back, no touching anything, no smelling anything, THAT WAS IT. It would be a piece of cake for him.
He took a deep breath, peering into the binoculars, he could see movement behind the translucent windows and curtains, this was going to be easy, almost too easy, Jungkook thought, slinging the backpack over his shoulder.
He needed to get this done quick and simple, there was no time for games and entertainment. He climbed onto the railing of the tall building, the wind whipping around him, before lowering himself onto the air conditioning unit underneath. The metal creaked under his weight.
He prepared himself for the leap, crouching low. He hoped no one from the busy street would look up at him. They’d call the cops for sure and that would cause problems and unnecessary drama.
He focused on the window sill of the laboratory, scanning all the possibilities that could put him and the mission in danger. He leaped forward, using all his body weight to angle himself towards the window, swift and confident.
His skilled fingers grabbed onto the concrete, his feet trying to find a grip against the stone wall. He held his breath when he heard glass breaking inside. He was sure he had heard someone moving around but the traffic below didn’t allow him to hear clearly.
He waited, quite as a mouse, his arms straining to hold him upright. A few more minutes and his limbs would give out and he’d fall to his inevitable death, but that was just him being dramatic. He wasn’t going to die, maybe break a leg or an arm but not DIE.
He strained his ears for any more movement, anything to indicate that someone was inside. When he didn’t pick up any noise other than the honking of vehicles below, he pulled himself onto the window sill.
He examined the pedestrians below, making sure no one was looking at him before turning his attention to the lock that prevented him from entering the mad scientist’s lair. But this wasn’t his first rodeo, he had seen more complex lock than this.
He pulled out his swiss knife, sliding it between the window and the window frame, he could feel the latch. He push and pulled for a few moments before the window gave way. He stepped inside the room, tripping immediately. He looked at the obstacle, a seemingly invisible thread, small and indistinguishable, his eyes widened when he realized what it was but it was too late by the time he covered his nose with his hands, the toxic gas making him dizzy and nauseous. He could feel his head throb and his legs give out as his body succumbed. All he saw was a pair of black boots before darkness enveloped his senses.
She stared at the bulky, heavy as fuck dude who currently occupied her only chair. His arms and legs, firmly tied to the chair.
The floor was cold and uncomfortable but it was the only place she could sit. She never thought her trap would work like this, the gas wasn’t even supposed to be that strong and it must have been expired by now.
She held the Glock firmly, ready to shoot if he posed a threat to her. Doctor Bang had warned her about this but she didn’t think it would happen. At least not till now.
The room was silent other than the squeak of the lab rats and the buff guy’s heavy breathing. She hoped he didn’t die, she didn’t know how to dispose of a body other than Alkaline hydrolysis and that would take too much effort and a lot of time and she didn’t have all that.
She had hooked him up to an iv bag and placed a neck pillow around him after unarming him, his holster and array of knives and daggers lay in a pile on the other side of the room but he was still a threat. She didn’t find any identification on him, no phone or card to indicate who he was and she didn’t have good enough technology to find out who he was just by his face.
Not paying much attention to her growing stomach, she started at the guy, his hair was made up very fancily for someone on a mission and he didn’t seem like the military type, they had buzz cuts and didn’t dress up all emo like this dude. She wondered who he was and who had sent him as she waited for him to stir.
She didn’t think he’d be out for so long but the human body was a strange thing, each different from the other, each person had different limits. She considered splashing him with some water but that would be rude and she didn’t want him to be angry with her.
She was reassembling all the rings on her fingers when Jungkook started to gain consciousness. She leaped to her feet, getting closer to him but not close enough that he could hurt her in any way.
“Are you okay,” the girl asked as soon as Jungkook regained his senses, he focused on her, the white lab coat engulfed her figure and the smell of chemicals clouded his nostrils.
He sneezed loudly and the girl seemed to be frightened out of her wits, jumping a few feet away from him. “ARE YOU OKAY DUDE,” She inquired again, much louder this time, “YES!” Jungkook answered, trying to move his wrist when he noticed the restrains.
“Who are you?” The girl asked, peering down at him, the Glock wasn’t missed by him. “Justin,” he lied, he was a professional at it now, he was sure the girl wouldn’t be able to tell.
And who are you?? Jungkook demanded, he had been told that he’d meet a certain Dr.Bang, a middle-aged, grey-haired mad scientist, not a girl who seemed to be younger than him and the size of a chihuahua.
“Why are you here?” She asked, ignoring his question.
“Will you let me out?”
“Not till you answer me”
“I’m not talking either then”
“Fine then, you can stay over there and I’ll stay over here”
The room sank into silence after that, none of them saying a word but maintaining aggressive eye contact, waiting for the other to crack first.
The girl was the first to crack under the pressure.
“Who sent you?”
Silence
“How did you even get near the window, we are on the 7th floor”
Silence
“Are you a bad guy?”
Silence
“Wow, that must be all the training talking”
Silence
“Did you know you drool when you sleep?”
“No, I don’t,” Jungkook bit his tongue as soon a the words left him. It was an involuntary reaction and he should’ve known better.
“You do, see you’ve got drool on the side of your face,” she said, pointing vaguely at his left cheek.
Silence
She blatantly stared at him and jungkook couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious.
“Could you stop staring, it’s uncomfortable,” he said, trying to move himself a little.
“No can do”
Jungkook signed, he didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t prepared for something like this and this girl wasn’t giving anything away.
He looked around the room, taking in the long steel table and the various sizes of test tubes and equipment, there was broken glass near the window he had entered through, he assumed that was where the gas had come from.
“Did you make that thing?” He asked, staring at the broken glass, the girl looked at the broken shards, contemplating her answer before nodding, “yes, it was a long time ago,” she answered, she didn’t seem uncomfortable answering that. He waited for her to add something, anything, any kind of information to that but she didn’t.
“Are you here to hurt me?” She asked, gaining her confidence back.
“Is there any reason I should hurt you?” He countered, he didn’t know how else to answer her, she wasn’t the person he was supposed to end but he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her if he had to.
“What will make you hurt me?” She voiced out, his silence scared her. She didn’t want to get hurt, she hadn’t done anything wrong, all she had done was follow orders and make what she was told to, she had never broken the rules and never rebelled.
She didn’t know why anyone would want her life, maybe he wasn’t here for her, she thought, trying to convince herself.
“Are you Dr.Bang by any chance?” He asked, breaking the silence. Her eyes widened at the name of her mentor.
“No, he’s dead, has been for a while now,” Yn answered. Jungkook’s heart dropped to his stomach at the new piece of information, sweat forming on his brow, was this a trap, had he been lured here?
Did they find out his plan? Did they want to finish him just like that?
