#bts fake scenarios

back to you. twelve.

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an ⋮ a lot of confessions… half of them are just jokes obvs but did any of y’all ever see that coming?!?!?!? i think i made it kinda hard yet so obvious at least on hoseok’s side… who knows tho lol. thank you for being patient with me though, i’ve fallen behind on posting im sooooorrry. anyway, gimme ur thoughts? i love talking to y’all, y’all cool ash

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back to you. nine.

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an ⋮ hello, im super sorry this is late! life has been a little busying and i didn’t have much time to write, i apologize! but here it is! hearing y’all’s feedback motivates me a lot, so don’t be afraid to talk to me! and can we pls pretend those dms are tinder chats? i didn’t have a layout LMAO SORRY!!!

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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.

Warning: swearing and adult language

Part 1||Part 2 || Part 3

Emerald eyes followed the odd pair as they approached the building, entering through the front doors like everyone else. He needed to let the boss know, they couldn’t let them leave just like that, they needed the girl, she was the key to all of this.

“You go up there and I’ll stay here,” Yn said, folding her hands across her chest, she wasn’t going up there and risking her life for a stupid little bag.

Jungkook stared at her, bewildered, was this girl for real??, “ look,” he signed, his patience wearing thin, “I know I said this before and I’ll say it again, we are a fucking team and that means we move together, I’m not leaving you here alone,” he contended.

“It’s a bag Jungkook, we don’t need two people to go get a bag,” Yn countered, Jungkook took a deep breath, he didn’t want to fight, at least not right now.

“If I have to make a run for it from up there, you’ll be left all alone here, if you one with me, we can run together,” Jungkook theorized, hoping that she’d understand, and she did understand, because she followed him upstairs, floor after floor till they reached the metal doors of the terrace.

They pushed the metal door open as quietly as possible, surprised that there was no one there, only the sniper rifle on its stand. The two of them had their guns out, held close to them, ready to shoot if needed as they stepped onto the terrace.

“Stay here,” Jungkook instructed, shoving her back onto the end of the staircase. He didn’t want anyone who might be on this terrace to even get a glance at her.

He strode out towards where his bag was, he could see it quite clearly despite the darkness of night. He was thinking about how loud his footsteps were when he heard the sound of shoes hitting the concrete, he spun around, coming face to face with someone who was dressed quite similarly to him, from the tank top to the chunky boots.

“It was you,” Jungkook accused, looking at the guy who was looking a little too smug right now. “It was me,” the guy answered, shrugging carelessly.

“You little bitch,” Jungkook swore, punching the guy in the arm, “YOU SHOT AT ME, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT,” He whisper yelled when they both heard the thud of someone falling to the group.

Jungkook swore as he grabbed his bag, pushing past the guy to get to yn when he was stopped by him. “Look, just leave her and go hyung, it’s pointless to take her with you,” he urged, his suggestion sounding absurd to Jungkook.

“I can’t just leave her behind, she’s in danger,” Jungkook argued, trying to push past him, “you can jungkook, don’t you get it, as long as you have the girl with you, you’re on the list, they want the girl, not you,” he hissed.

“Listen Yeonjun, YOU might be able to leave people behind but I can’t, just let me go,” Jungkook fumed when they hear Yn’s voice, “Dude, did you die??” She called out.

“If you’re not going to listen to me, I don’t have a choice Hyung, I’m sorry,” Yeonjun whispered before shoving him away.

He was light on his feet as he made a dash for the scientist girl, Jungkook at his heel. She had her gun raised, but he doubted she could even shoot, much less shoot accurately enough to hurt him.

He grabbed her gun before she could react, putting it to her temple but Yn only seemed a little spooked, “Yeonjun LET HER GO,” Jungkook growled as he stepped forward.

“Hyung you should leave, I can’t believe you’re willing to throw all that preparation for a little nerd like her,” Yeonjun taunted, his grip on Yn firm.

Her face was unusually red and Jungkook worried about her safety but his concerns simmered down when Yeonjun’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell to the ground taking Yn down with him.

Yn pulled herself away from him, grabbing her glock simultaneously before kicking Yeonjun’s side, “stupid asshole,” she snarled before looking up at Jungkook who stared at her, dumbfounded.

“Did you kill him?” He asked, kneeling to check the boy’s breathing, “No, I’m not a monster okay, he’s just unconscious, now can we leave,” she demanded and Jungkook obliged, following her to the staircase when an idea hit him.

He rushed back to Yeonjun’s side before digging into his pockets, pulling out a set is fancy car keys before joining Yn again.

They took the elevator this time, riding all the way down to the basement in which Yeonjun’s car was supposed to be.

Jungkook clicked the button on the keys and a red Honda civic beeped on the end of the parking space, it was a popular car, used by many, one wouldn’t notice a Honda civic among the many other Honda civics.

The two got in immediately, Yn placed her bag by her feet while Jungkook wiggled out of the t-shirt that was now drenched in sweat, tossing the gross smelling cloth into the back seat, he pulled his weapons off one by one.

“Hold this,” he instructed yn, handing her his favorite weapons before shoving the rest into his bag. He pulled his tank top off as well making Yn look at him in horror.

“Stop starting,” Jungkook said as he fished a white t-shirt out of his bag, and yn immediately looked away, staring out of the window instead, Jungkook smiled as he pulled the shirt on before turning the keys in the ignition, reversing out of the parking spot.

“where are we going?” She asked as they waited for the car ahead of them to move. They were close to the edge of the city and Jungkook couldn’t wait to leave the city and go onto the highway.

“Jeju,” he answered simply, not taking his eyes off the wheel. “Jeju? What’s over there?” Yn asked as she got comfortable in her seat, kicking her legs up onto the dash board.

“Friends,” he answered when he heard rustling. He turned his head to see Yn digging into her bag, fishing out the bag of beef jerky she had stuffed into it and he felt grateful for the snack, he was hungry.

“Do you have anyone to call? Let them know you’re leaving or something? You can use my phone,” Jungkook offered as he shifted gears.

“Nope, no one, do you need me to call someone for you?” She asked, bringing a piece of beef jerky close to his mouth. “No one that I can think of,” he answered, biting the beef jerky straight out of her hand.

The car quietened down as they passed through various exits, Busan wasn’t far but it wasn’t too close either, it would take a while for them to get there.

Yn yawned wide as she pulled herself awake, looking around to see the empty car seat next to her. Her eyes flew open at the realization that they had come to a stop and Jungkook wasn’t where he was supposed to be.

She yanked the door open, stepping outside to see Jungkook sitting on the hood looking at the sky.

“Why did we stop? Where are we?” She asked, approaching him.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Jungkook acknowledged, moving aside to make space for her. “We’re out of gas and we’re like only halfway there,” Jungkook answered, looking up at the stars that freckled the night sky.

“OUT OF GAS?” Yn exclaimed eyes wide at the bad news she had just received. “Calm down, it’s not a big deal, we’ll just be a little late,” Jungkook elucidated, offering her his hand.

“Where are we even,” Yn asked, pulling herself onto the hood as well using Jungkook’s hand. “We just entered Cheongnam-do,” he answered.

Yn nodded, staring at the sky as well, all around them was darkness other than a speck of light in the distance.

“I don’t think we’ll get to Busan till tomorrow afternoon so maybe rest up while you can,” he suggested, yn nodded in reply, she had just woken up, she was rested enough.

“Maybe you should get some sleep, I’ll look out for other vehicles,” she offered but he refused, he couldn’t sleep will he reached the warm, cozy bed that was waiting for him in Jeju.

Jungkook checked the time, 2:30 a.m., he didn’t think there would be any vehicle passing by so late, most trucks and vans passed started at 4 a.m. so they had plenty of time.

“At least the sky is clear,” Yn hummed, staring up at the freckled void, not a cloud in sight, it was peaceful, letting her mind wander to everything that had happened today when Jungkook shattered the silence.

“Will Yeonjun be awake by now?” He asked, Yn nodded, “he must be,” she agreed, she hadn’t given the boy a large dose, only a little, to knock him out for that moment.

“What did you even do to him?” He prodded, genuinely concerned about how the young lad had fallen to the ground so easily. “I didn’t do anything, just gave him some narcotics,” she shrugged, pulling the syringe out of her pocket to show him.

His eyes widened when he saw the shiny tip of the needle, “who even are you?” He questioned, bewildered at the equipment this girl had.

“Hwang Yn,” she answered, flicking her hair with a smug look on her face, Jungkook rolled his eyes but then realized that she had just given him her name, “Yn?” He repeated, the name sounding foreign on his tongue and he was sure he had totally messed up the pronunciation.

She hummed in response but Jungkook wasn’t one who got distracted so easily. “I didn’t ask for your name Yn, I asked you why you have a syringe with narcotics in it,” Jungkook fumed, not letting her change the topic.

“Oh, would you look at the time!” Yn exclaimed, looking down at her empty wrist, “time to get some sleep, have fun!” She added as she jamp off the hood, skipping to the front seat, leaving Jungkook wondering about what other tricks this girl had up her sleeve.

Taglist-@jknk@mwitsmejk

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.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

He could hear his heart pounding, the rhythm which was unnoticed till a few moments ago was too loud now, clouding his senses. He felt cold all of a sudden, chills running up his spine as the world seemed to close in on him.

Yn stared at the man, his chest heaving and his face coated with droplets of sweat, she knew he was panicking but she didn’t know how to calm him down.

“Dude are you okay?” She asked, reaching forward to place a hand on his sweaty shoulder, she resisted the urge to wipe her hand on her coat, focusing on calming the guy down first.

“Calm down, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Yn said slowly although she doubted her words were doing anything and she was right, all it did was make his breathing shallower and his eyes were unfocused, looking around the room but not LOOKING.

“Justin, stop, listen,” Yn said, trying to grab his attention, but he was too stressed to notice her words or actions. She stepped away from him, swiftly heading to the refrigerator at the end of the room and grabbing the ice tray.

She emptied the ice into a bowl, bringing it back to him. Jungkook was breathing through his mouth now, seeming to struggle with each inhale, his fancy hair was now drenched in sweat, sticking to his forehead.

She felt pity for him but she didn’t have a choice but to use the only trick she knew.

The cold felt good against his flushed skin, grounding his mind from drifting further, forcing him to focus on the chill that it gave.

He could feel her draw circles on his neck with the ice, the movement of her hand slow and steady, he focused hard on the feeling, trying to tune his breath to the motion, slowly controlling his breath.

His eyes were shut tight as he struggled to gain control over his body, he could feel his shirt stick to him, it felt gross and annoying but he had to bear with it for now.

She continued pressing the ice cubes against his throat as his chest started to contract more evenly and he felt grateful for it but he still didn’t know if this was a trap or not, he couldn’t appreciate this favor till he knew he was safe.

He opened his eyes to see her hovering right over his face, trying to see if he was okay. “You ok?” She asked when she noticed his opened eyes and he nodded in response, he was alright, for now at least, but he wasn’t sure how long he’d be alright.

“Look,” he said, starting up at her after taking a deep breath, his mind rushing to find a way out of here. The girl was being too nice to him to be someone against him but he couldn’t be too sure about it, he had to play safe and smart.

She stared at him, waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to, she doubted she’d like what he was saying. “Look girl, are you with the government?” Jungkook asked quite bluntly, he didn’t intend to beat around the bush.

She looked at him like he was crazy, her face wrinkling into a frown, she looked like she’d hit him. “I wouldn’t be in this stupid cramped apartment if I was with the government you dumbass, I’d be in a fancy-ass lab and wear gold-rimmed glasses every day.” She hissed, offended by his question.

“Okay, good, why did they want me to kill Mr.Bang then?” Jungkook asked, his wrists were starting to burn from the rope. “I don’t fucking know, okay, YOU tell ME, you’re the one who came to kill him,” she growled, scaring him a little.

“Okay can you let me go, I swear I won’t hurt you, just let me go, my wrists hurt,” he promised, he wouldn’t hurt her for nothing and he needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

Yn stared at the guy with a raised brow, what did this guy want and why was he saying he won’t hurt her?

“You swear you won’t hurt me?” She questioned, hands on her hips, “I swear, look, you’re the one with the gun, not me, you feel threatened by me, you shoot,” Jungkook negotiated, he had calls to make, and for that, he needed to get to his bag.

Yn stared at the guy, it didn’t matter if she had a gun, he was a well-trained guy, even a little leverage for him would put her in immediate danger, and when it came down to brute force, she was a mere bug compared to him, he’d snap her in half.

“I don’t think I can do that but is there any other way I can help you,” she offered, Jungkook thought about it for a moment before nodding towards his weapons, “Could you get my phone for me, and maybe untie me as well, please, the rope is giving me a burn and it hurt,” he replied.

Yn stepped towards the weapons, fishing his phone out from under the pile of death tools, she even found a pair of handcuffs along with it.

She tucked the phone into her pocket before replacing the ropes with the handcuffs, giving him some space to move his sore muscles but she didn’t let him have his phone just yet.

Once he had gotten the chance to snap a few sore bones here and there, Jungkook was handed his phone like a prize. He didn’t have to search for the number, dialing the first number on his contact list, the number without a name or identity much like the rest of his contact list.

It rang once, twice, three times, before the line cleared and a gruff “hello,” was heard, not much enthusiasm on the other side.

“Nasr, WHAT is the meaning of this,” Jungkook growled into the phone, the speaker was on since he couldn’t bring the phone up to his ears.

The tone of his voice terrified her, she didn’t doubt that the person on the other side, whoever they were, was going to have a painful death if this guy got his hands on him.

“Jungkook,” the man greeted making her eyes shoot up, any trust she had in him shattered in that instant but ‘Jungkook’ doesn’t notice her or the deathly glare she pointed at him.

“Did you finish the job?” The man questioned, he sounded like he had no interest in the answer. “What job Nasr? The man you sent me for is dead, has been for a while now,” Jungkook hissed into the phone.

“Oh dear, looks like someone else did the job before you,” Nasr replied, the lack of surprise pissed Jungkook off, he had been lied to, he didn’t take lies well, he didn’t appreciate them and it pissed him off that he had been made a fool of.

“Is there anyone else over there?” He asked, the voice loud and clear on the speaker, Yn immediately raided her gun, preparing to shoot the guy, she didn’t intend to be on the government’s radar, she wouldn’t go off like Mr.Bang, she was better than that.

Jungkook heard the click of the gun, ready to fire at him any second, he looked up from the phone, looking straight into her eyes, “no, nobody here, just some equipment and chemicals,” he lied.

“Did you think I would trust your lies Jungkook, did you think I’d let you go so soon?” The man chuckled, the sound sending a chill down Yn’s spine, she had heard it before, that sadistic laugh, but she couldn’t quite place where it was from.

“I’ll see you two soon,” the man said before the dial tone came on again, leaving both yn and Jungkook staring at the phone.

They stared at each other, Jungkook now on the ground as well, his hands cuffed. “Look I don’t really care if bondage is your thing but I’m not into it so could you please let me go,” Jungkook grumbled as she cuffed his hands as well.

“Shut up JUNGKOOK,” Yn hissed, moving away from him to sit on the floor as well. “Look at least I gave you an alternative name, you didn’t even do that,” he accused, trying to defend himself.

“Didn’t anyone teach you that anything other than the truth is a lie, be glad I didn’t lie to you,” yn scolded, peeking over to look out of the window Jungkook had entered from.

“Look we need to get out of here before they get here if we want to be safe,” Jungkook retorted, he was sure Nasr’s men were outside the door this very moment.

“There is no 'WE’ over here dude, there’s only you and me,” Yn answered, Jungkook was tempted to slap the selfishness out of her.

“Shut the fuck up okay, what do you mean 'you’ and 'me’, you’ll die once you get out of that door and so will I, we’re a team right now so stop trying to be a boss girl and listen,” Jungkook snapped.

“What do you mean I’ll die, I’m just a measly little nerd what do they want from me?” She questioned. “I don’t know okay but you heard Nasr, we’re both dead if you walk out of here,” Jungkook repeated.

“Stop yelling at me and what do you want, can you get me out of here?” Yn asked, pissed off by Jungkook’s pessimistic attitude.

“Look we’re on the same team okay, we need to co-operate with each other, I get that you haven’t left your house or interacted with people in the last decade but you need to be calmer and more of a listener,” Jungkook huffed.

The girl looked like she’d slap him but held back, focusing on his next words instead. “Speak then mister team leader,” she quipped.

“Thank you,” Jungkook answered in the same sarcastic tone. “First you need to get my handcuffs off,” Jungkook instructed earning an eye roll from her as she crawled on her knees towards him, unlocking the metal rings from his wrist when the window shattered.

“FUCK!” Jungkook swore as he pulled yn down into his side, holding her close as glass flew all over the room, he craned his neck to see who it was but the table was in the way, preventing him from seeing anything.

“Look,” Jungkook said, forcing yn’s eyes up to him, “we need to get out of here NOW,” he hissed, hoping she understood the severity of the situation.

“What do we do?” She asked, pushing herself away from him but still keeping her head low, letting the table cover her figure.

“Is there another window?” He asked, scanning the whole room for another way out but found none, Yn nodded toward the door to her right, “that leads to the living room, there are windows out there,” she answered.

The two of them crawled out of the room on their hands and knees and yn had grabbed a bag of beef jerky and a bottle of water while Jungkook gathered his weapons.

Once out of the room, Jungkook assembled all his weapons, sorting them into their right places while Yn hurried around, gathering a small bag full of chemicals, two pairs of clothes, and a toothbrush.

Jungkook contemplated going back to the terrace for his bag but decided against it, he go there later, he couldn’t leave little miss scientist alone.

Once yn was back in the room with her little backpack, she started down at Jungkook’s attire, his stupid black tank top and the stupid arm harness sort of thing and the stupid belt thingy that held his guns and knives, she didn’t want to go out in public with someone who looked like that had just attended the comic con.

“Look we can’t go out with you looking like THAT,” she said, Jungkook gaped at her, highly offended by her comment, “I look hot, okay, don’t judge,” he replied, defensive and taken aback at the rude comment.

“That’s the point, nobody keeps their eyes off a hot dude with nice tits and a ton of guns, maybe wear a shirt over that,” she retorted, leaving the room before he could say anything else.

She came back with a t-shirt that was way too big for Jungkook, shoving it in his hands, “wear that, it’ll cover the guns at least,” she insisted. Jungkook sniffed the shirt, his nose scrunching up at the smell of naphthalene mixed with cobwebs.

“Who’s is this?” He asked as he pulled it over his head, the shirt loosely draping over his shoulders, concealing all the weapons on his body. “It’s Mr.Bang’s, I hope it’s comfortable enough,” Yn answered before heading for the door.

Jungkook pulled her back by her backpack, “are you stupid?” He asked, looking down at her short frame, she raised a brow at the insult.

“Might as well walk yourself to the headquarters and sit yourself down in front of them,” He jabbed before leading her towards the window on the other side of the room.

“We need to get out of this building as discreetly as possible and we can’t do that from the front door okay,” Jungkook explained as he pulled the window open, looking down into an empty alleyway.

Perfect

“You’re stupid, there’s no way you can climb down there,” Yn complained, she was starting to complain way too much and it was annoying Jungkook.

“I’d like to see YOU have a better idea little miss know it all,” Jungkook hissed, glaring at her. Yn grinned at him as she walked into what Jungkook assumed was a second bedroom, pulling open a window, she climbed out easily before disappearing from sight.

Jungkook rushed to the window as well, sticking his head out, praying that she didn’t hurt herself, only to see Yn a few feet below the window on a metal staircase that winded downwards.

“What is that?” Jungkook asked as he pulled himself onto the window, preparing to do what she had. “A fire escape, much easier isn’t it, hotshot,” Yn sassed, Jungkook rolled his eyes at that before jumping onto the landing, the stairs creaking underneath his weight.

“Look we need to do something else before we get out of here,” Jungkook said as they ran down the stairs approaching the no so busy street.

“And what is that?” yn asked, her short feet struggling to keep up with the giant next to her, “we need to get my bag,” Jungkook answered, pointing to the building from which the sniper had shot at them a few minutes ago.

“Can’t we just leave it behind?” Yn asked, looking anywhere but at the building, “we can if you can arrange a vehicle for us to get out of this city,” Jungkook replied.

“If anything happens to me, I swear you’ll regret it,” Yn threatened before walking towards the building, Jungkook grinned as he followed after her, unaware of the eyes trained on them from above.

Taglist:@jknk

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Theme: angst, ex-lovers, break up au

Summary: He held her one last time

Prompt from @koishua

He couldn’t stand it.

He wanted to lie, to blame, to make excuses but all that left his mouth were apologies.

He didn’t know why tears fogged his sight.

He didn’t deserve to cry, he didn’t deserve to feel the pain, but that was all he felt.

He didn’t know why he did it.

He regretted it every moment after and still, all he felt was guilt.

He crouched down next to her, reaching forward to hold her face, flushed with tears and so beautiful, it pained him.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.

It was all he could say, his lips mumbling the words like a prayer for a redemption he didn’t deserve.

His sobs echoed across the room as he held her face in his hands, her tears rolling onto his palms.

He wished her skin would burn him because that was what he deserved.

He didn’t deserve to hold her like this after what he had done.

He wished she’d look at him, but he didn’t deserve that either.

He didn’t deserve to have her look at him, even a glance would be salvation to him.

Her soft sobs chipped away at him, breaking each part of him that she had held for so long.

Why, she asked, soft voice shaky and cracked.

Why?

He couldn’t answer.

His mind raced for the reason.

But nothing came up,

He didn’t why he had ruined them.

What was the reason?

Nothing.

There was no reason.

He had thrown it all away.

What for?

Nothing.

All that love, all those memories, all those moments of happiness.

Gone. Tossed away. Burnt to ash with his own hands.

Why Yoongi? She asked again, her breath uneven and ragged, looking up at him for the reason.

What had she done wrong?

What made him leave?

What could she have done better?

Was she pretty? She asked, holding onto the hem of his shirt.

No. Not as much as you. He answered

Was she better than me?

No. No one can be better than you.

Then why? she sobbed, pulling away from him.

She staggered to her feet, wiping away her tears and pain.

He stumbled onto his feet behind her, following as she left the room.

He begged and pleaded for her to not leave.

But her heart was not more than a pile of jagged glass.

I hope you find someone who loves you more than I could.

His heart shattered as she stormed out of the house.

He cried himself to sleep that night. The bottle of vodka next to his bed would be the first of many.

The words she left were a curse to him.

He never found someone who loved like that.

And he knew, he never would.

A/n: did u cry??

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.

Part 1 || Part 2||Part 3

‘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?