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donewithjeon · 8 years ago

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Downfall [13]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 6,510

Genre: Assassin AU

Before you can raise hell on your enemies, you first need to gain permission. As unbelievable as it may sound, there’s an order to the havoc you wreak.

Although Jin is your supervising officer, he still needs to take any and all developments and run them by the people who sit even higher up on the chain of command. Especially with the valuable information Taehyung was able to salvage on such a sensitive and active case like this one, it’s crucial to request an audience with the correct higher-ups in order to make the necessary moves more effectively.

In this case, the audience is Mr. Shin.

As usual, your presence isn’t required for this scintillating briefing—it’s such a shame—so while Jin is busy with his part of the preparations, the rest of the team is fulfilling their roles as well.

Namjoon, reprising his part, is given the task of putting together a strategy. There are quite a few locations to choose from and only so much time, which means every decision counts. This is why he’s in charge of planning the best way to start, carry out, and complete the mission. His brain works better than his fists, in your opinion, so you trust him to come up with a good plan—everyone does.

Whether you guys choose to follow it or not is a different story.

Before Jin left the office, he took notice of Taehyung’s right hand; there was a swollen, red patch on his skin surrounding the knuckle of his thumb. Taehyung managed to somehow remain avidly unaware of the fact that his hand was inflamed, but after a moment of inspection, he casually explained that the injury was from his flawless escape method. Nevertheless, Jin sent him off to the infirmary upstairs just to make sure he didn’t tear a ligament or have any other hidden injuries that needed to be identified.

While Taehyung is taking care of that, Jungkook is taking care of rounding up the essentials for the night. Since the previous scouting mission at Wolmido didn’t require any weapons, none of you are currently fully armed. It’s highly unlikely that the upcoming missions will be as friendly—your team will be the ones to see to it— so you need to make sure you’re well equipped for the job.

A quick word with Hoseok will take care of everything.

Usually, Yoongi is the one who visits the armory for the round-up, but he was long gone by the time you guys decided to get ready. He was given another contract that required his expertise, and it forced him to step out of the building again almost as soon as he set foot in it. You’re positive that the only reason he even volunteers for this role is due to the unmistakable fact that he doesn’t like other people handling his wares. You have no complaints about this whatsoever, since you don’t want to go anywhere near his possessions in the first place.

You don’t need to give him an excuse to hate you even more.

Instead, you’re given the task of going down to the basement to fill Jimin in on the situation so that he can join you as soon as possible. With the preparatory duties you’re typically assigned, you sometimes feel like you’re in charge of gathering the ducks in a row in a more literal term while the “adults” take care of business. Still, seeing how readying up isn’t necessarily the most exciting part of the day no matter what role you have, as long as you have something to do in the meantime, you don’t have any objections.

You’ve never really been inside Jimin’s room much—more specifically, the dungeon, as he and the others like to call it. The name is pretty fitting, considering it is an underground prison, in a way. The only chance you have of seeing the contents within the room is whenever you’re there to personally drop off new clients, and even then, nothing is quite set up yet.

Lifting your hand up to the metal door you stood in front of only a couple days ago, you strike it a couple times with the side of your fist and take a step back. You don’t have to wait long before the door swings open and a very accomplished-looking Jimin walks forward into the hallway. Peeping over his shoulder, you see a large, black plastic bag lying in the middle of the fairly empty room. You assume that whatever is within that bulky mass is the remainder of his handiwork, but it hardly matters.

It’s all trash at this point.

“Jin sent me to see if you were all wrapped up down here.”

Jimin shuts the door behind him before giving you a chipper nod. “All done.”

“Just in time.” You gesture with a wave of your hand towards the direction of the elevators, and he takes the hint to start walking with you.

“Are we off to see the Wizard?” he asks in a sing-song voice, apparently in a good mood. You can’t believe that this is the same person from when you first learned of Taehyung’s disappearance, but you can probably guess why he’s so cheerful now.

“More like the Wicked Witch,” you reply, playing along with the reference.

“Suits me. It’s about time the wanted man shows his real face instead of sending his flying monkeys to do the work.”

Walking next to you, he tilts his head to the side to flash you a sneaky grin. Jimin is a man of many smiles, but you recognize this one far too well. It’s similar to the smile he dons after emerging as the winner of your frequent friendly competitions within the team, the same smile he has plastered on his face after coming out of a successful interrogation.

It’s one of pride.

Judging by the way Jimin barged back into the dungeon after you guys fell for the trap the false informant set, you knew immediately what the outcome would be. Deceit is one of the highest offenses in this business, believe it or not, and your “wanted man” was caught in a lie. Paired with the minor detail that his lie put one of your teammates in immediate danger, you knew the chances of him seeing the light of day again were slim to none.

Forgiveness isn’t Jimin’s strong suit, but you’re not surprised. That sentiment is shared throughout the organization, sort of like a learned trait.

By the time the two of you make it back to the office, everything else is in order.

Jin relays to the rest of the team that Mr. Shin has given you his stamp of approval to go forth with this line of missions. Not only that, but he has also given all of you the objective for the night—termination—which basically is his way of green-lighting any and all potential casualties, to a certain degree. If something is out of place or if you are threatened, you have every right to respond with force if so inclined.

It’s a bit strange how rash Mr. Shin’s orders have been for these past few days. You can’t even begin to understand his intentions fully since he rarely shares his plans with anyone less than a supervisor. This restriction of information is understandable and vital to keep things running smoothly with a company as precarious as this one, but recently, you feel like you’re running into missions more blindly than you usually are. It’s not ideal, but whatever is happening, you figure that he has his reasons for each move he makes.

All you can do is hope that things go according to plan.

Taehyung’s speedy act of memorizing the map rather than stealing it is a praiseworthy decision on his part. That way, the enemy is less suspecting of the attacks about to take place and in fact may be completely unaware that your organization now has the information under your belt.

You have the element of surprise in this current state of matters, but there’s only a limited amount of time until that becomes null. In order to make the best of what you have, you must strike quickly but tactically.

The first destination circled on the map is in an area to the south of Gangnam. It’s the closest point from headquarters—the perfect place to test the waters and measure the difficulty before setting out on the rest of the marked buildings. The majority of the drive to the location is silent minus a few cases of bickering to fill in the space. The five of you assigned to this job are all in one van since it’s both a convenience and a necessity for most missions to do so, this being one of them. It often leads to many instances of carpool karaoke—most of which you don’t partake in—but on this particular evening, there isn’t a song to be heard.

Whenever Namjoon is in the car, whether by himself or with someone else, he always refuses to turn on the radio or play any type of music, no matter how much other people request it—by other people, you mostly mean Taehyung. Namjoon’s excuse for his resistance to road tunes is that it’s too distracting, which would make a good argument if he were the one driving.

Needless to say, you’re relieved that the drive lasts only half an hour.

The sky has been dark for some time when you arrive, and the streetlamps have been turned on to spotlight the motionless streets in intervals. The targeted location is a dance studio in the more rural outskirts of the town. From the outside, it looks exceedingly unassuming with its fading exterior and clean-cut walls that rise up to indicate that there is only one story. The only light you can see from within the building is through the glass door, and it’s emanating from what seems to be the main lobby of the establishment where a lone man is sitting behind a standard front desk.

The neighborhood is peaceful with the only movement coming from the occasional car that passes through. It’s a wonder how a place like this exists at such a short distance from the big city, and you want to take a moment to appreciate how it almost feels like time has stopped in this part of the world.

But time waits for no one, especially not with your tight schedule.

After a brisk survey around the perimeter by Jimin and Namjoon, you learn that there are no other points of entry aside from the main entrance, the one you have been keeping your eye on with Jungkook and Taehyung from a shadowed vantage point across the street. The man inside seems none the wiser of the plotting taking place just outside his doorstep, but one of you is going to have to change that very soon.

“I’ll go,” Taehyung volunteers confidently to the rest of the team, sounding like he already has an idea formulating in his mind.

“What if he recognizes you?” you remind him. In any other situation, it makes the most sense to let Taehyung handle doing what he does best, but this is different. If the enemy knew his face well enough to kidnap him before, they may certainly be on the look-out for it now that he’s escaped.

“Then that just proves we need to take him in.” Namjoon’s voice enters through your earpiece, and that alone is enough permission for Taehyung to go ahead and implement whatever plan he has.

“Glad it’s settled then. Just wait for my signal!”

With that declaration and a chirpy thumbs-up directed towards both you and Jungkook, Taehyung starts his way across the street, making a beeline to the dance studio. You watch him casually stroll down the opposite sidewalk before pausing in front of the entrance and pulling the door open to let himself in.

“It’s showtime,” Jungkook speaks up beside you, and you glance over at him to see an anticipatory smile growing on his face. You look back over to the building and see Taehyung through the glass pane, standing in front of the desk as the man looks up to meet his gaze.

“Hi!” Taehyung’s greeting shines brightly even through the comms. “Do you guys have any jazz lessons here?”

That seems like a harmless question, if not with just a tad of an eager execution, but you suppose that it’s one of Taehyung’s charming qualities. The receptionist seems taken aback for a second but recovers to respond in a professional manner.

“No, I’m afraid we don’t.” His voice is a bit softer, but the microphone picks up on the conversation well enough.

“That’s a shame,” Taehyung continues, sighing into his words. “Is there a class in progress right now?”

“Yes, there is.”

“Oh, what is it?” You see him step forward to lean onto the counter curiously. Taehyung’s habit of maintaining eye contact can’t have been more spot on, but the man looks to be more interested in the paperwork below him to notice.

“Traditional folk dancing.”

“Great!” he exclaims without missing a beat. “I would like to sign up, please,” he says boisterously, ignoring the fact that he isn’t dressed for the occasion in the slightest.

From the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook’s shoulders bounce up as he snorts silently at the older boy’s supposed tactic. The conversation seems to be going nowhere fast, but all you can do is observe and wait for the signal.

“I’m sorry, but the class is full tonight. You’re going to have to come back another time,” the man replies dully, not sounding the least bit sorry.

“Really? I see an opening right there.”

Taehyung points with his left hand to a spot on the desk to the right of the receptionist. His eyes automatically move to focus on whatever Taehyung is referring to, but before he’s able to realize that he’s the one presenting the opening by turning away, Taehyung’s right fist jolts forward in a rapid motion and connects with the man’s jaw. His head abruptly lurches to the side from the startling blow, and before you know it, he’s slumped across his desk from the expertly-placed strike.

You have to admit, that was actually pretty smooth.

“Oww,” Taehyung draws out suddenly, shaking off his right hand before hovering his other palm over the bandaged fist containing his inflamed thumb.

Well, it was almost smooth.

“Nice work,” you hear Jimin commend, although you can never tell if he’s being genuine with his praises or not.

When you see the signal, a thumbs-up from Taehyung’s good hand, you make your way to the building along with your other teammates. Once inside, you hear the telltale sounds of high occupancy: everything from the pitter-patter of feet to the murmurs of the owners. As mentioned by the unconscious receptionist, there are other people here, and you can already confirm that it’s not just a small handful.

The outer walls of the establishment appear to be soundproof, which is the sensible thing to have for a dance studio in a neighborhood such as this one. You’re sure that the feature was installed to avoid receiving noise complaints from the loud music. There’s none playing at this moment, but your sole focus is on how your team can make the best of this advantageous solitude.

Namjoon is the last one to trail into the building, and he locks the glass door behind him with a soft clink before joining everyone else in the middle of the room.

“Let’s keep him alive,” Taehyung brings up as soon as all of you are present. “He definitely knows something, and I’m pretty sure we want to find out what it is.”

You peek over at the receptionist he’s indicating to and see an older fellow sitting in his seat with his upper body spilled over on top of his desk, completely knocked out cold.

“If you say so.” Namjoon nods, and it’s left at that.

You guys all trust Taehyung’s judgment no matter how vague it seems at the moment—at least, for the most part. Besides, Jimin needs a new tenant for his dungeon after his last visitor found a new and more permanent home.

With the role of the hostage being imposed upon the man, this sets the fate for the rest of the inhabitants within the studio as well, for there is only one vacancy in the dungeon.

Namjoon scans the surroundings briefly before locking eyes with you. Forming his right hand almost like a pistol, he gestures curtly towards the west hallway, one of only two paths available. There’s another hall on the opposite side of the room, and both of these options lead to doors on either end that open up to what you assume are the practice studios—there’s one room on the left and two on the right. The scale of this business is very modest in comparison to others you have seen, but you have learned not to judge anything by its size.

Underestimating the enemy is one of the worst mistakes you can make.

With light footsteps, you tread towards the hall Namjoon pointed out, and Jungkook follows closely behind while the rest take to the other hallway. There are no windows in this place whatsoever, something you noticed during the scouting of the outer perimeter, and even the view into the practice room you’re walking up to is obscured by a fully solid door.

“In position?” you hear Namjoon ask through your earpiece. You halt a little before reaching the entry and pivot your body to look back at Jungkook. He passes you in a swift motion to stand directly in front of the wooden door, confirming with the other team by providing a low “ready”.

“How do we know that they’re the bad guys?” you bring to light, not particularly expecting to be given a straight answer. Most of the missions you are given are detailed contracts with specified orders. Very rarely do you ever go off the books to complete a job with no identified goal or incentive. But of course, it’s all logistics—none of it matters as long as the results are the same.

Before anyone can answer your question, the door at your end of the hallway suddenly opens. It swings away from you to reveal a tall, lean man substantially younger than the receptionist you saw earlier. He was in the process of exiting the room, but the initial glimpse of Jungkook blocking the hallway stops him dead in his tracks. For a split second, a look of confusion blossoms on his face, but when his eyes dart over to you, you can see that something clicks in his mind by the way his expression changes.

Turning his attention back onto Jungkook, the man leaps forward unexpectedly, lowering his posture to gain more balance. He tackles Jungkook with a head-on collision to his torso, one that would have knocked Jungkook off of his feet if not for his acute reflexes. He’s able to side-step the attack just enough to redirect the force with strained effort, and his back crashes onto the wall behind him as he wrangles with the man, but it’s not to escape his clutch. Jungkook has turned the tables and is clenching the man in a headlock, firmly keeping him in the position of the attempted tackle and leaving his back wide open—for you.

With one glance from Jungkook, your hand flies to the back of your belt to remove your knife from its sheathe. Tightening the reverse grip on your preferred weapon, you bound forward and aim the blade accordingly before striking down on the back of the man’s vulnerable neck, just below Jungkook’s firm clutch. Taking your other hand, you apply pressure at the end of the hilt, angling the sharp edge in order to dig deep in between his cervical vertebrae. You feel some resistance at first, but as you put your weight into it, the knife pierces through with a rugged and deliberate push, successfully severing the spinal cord.

The stab is effective, as per usual, and you yank the blade out of his flesh just as Jungkook releases his choke-hold on the man. He immediately crumples onto the floor, no longer showing signs of the vigor he pounced with just moments prior. You meet eyes with Jungkook, and you see a smirk start to appear on his lips as he wastes no time reaching behind him to remove his own weapon from his holster.

“That’s how we know,” he says with amusement, answering the question you presented just before the rude interruption as he slickly cocks his pistol.

Lifting his gun up in front of him with both hands, Jungkook shifts his body back towards the door left wide open by the man now lying by your feet. A shot rings out, and you turn your head just in time to see the recipient of the bullet fall to her knees in the midst of charging into the hallway, the wound oozing freshly on her forehead.

With the doorway finally granting a clear view, you’re able to gaze into the modest-sized practice studio. If the scene inside wasn’t turbulent before, the sole gunshot definitely shook it up even more. There are men and women scattering across the room like ants, some dashing away into the corners whereas some approach you two with malicious intent. There’s too much movement to get an accurate headcount, but it’s nowhere near a number you two need to worry about.

Keeping his handgun extended in his grasp, Jungkook paces forward and enters the room, letting a few bullets fly here and there—you can adequately pinpoint the location of each hit target by the screams and grunts that rise from their throats. You follow behind him until you find yourself in the room, and you make sure to shut the door behind you just in case someone tries to flee.

You watch Jungkook rinse the nearest corner before strafing towards it, emptying his current magazine on some of the bolder targets rushing towards him before reloading the pistol with only a few seconds downtime. He already took care of this side of the room for the most part and is busy at work on the other, so the best you can do is stand guard and use the time to examine your surroundings.

At first glance, you notice that these people have no weapons on them—nothing to fight back with but their bare hands. This is basically a slaughter, which is more or less the unspoken objective that Mr. Shin enacted and the best case scenario for a surprise attack. This isn’t the first time you guys caught an enemy with their pants down, and it certainly won’t be the last if the marks Taehyung left on the map account for anything.

From your peripheral vision, you see a body rise up from the floor with speed and start closing in on you. He’s most likely one of the few who was able to dodge a fatal hit, someone others may consider lucky.

He’s far from it, though, because now he has the pleasure of dealing with you.

You wait for him to reach your position as he accelerates clumsily—the leaking hole in his shoulder is a valid excuse for his lack of grace—and when he stumbles forward with something that resembles a tackle, you greet him with the tip your knife. You jolt backwards at the collision of him basically throwing his entire body weight onto you, but your grip stays strong, pushing the blade up into his thorax. It doesn’t take long until the man’s body goes limp and you feel him start to slip away. Removing the weapon from his heart, you let him fall back into the heap he was before, but this time, with the knowledge that he will not rise again.

With that taken care of, you look back over at Jungkook to see how he is fairing—not that you have to check. He has taken a few steps forward to take care of the targets in the far corner of the room, but his pace of bullets and the smirk on his lips have not let up.

Jungkook doesn’t just excel at his job, as proven by the bodies already accumulating on the glossy wooden floor, but he likes it.

A smile was never far from his face whenever he adeptly completed a job or received high marks on his evaluations in the past, but these days, you’ve been noticing that smile creeping in ever so steadily during the process of carrying out your missions together. You’re not sure what it means, if it means anything, but the conclusion you decided to draw from this observation is that you’ve been staring at Jungkook far too often and intently—kind of like what you’re doing right now.

Perhaps you should limit your focus to your enemies instead.

Between the booming shots and the surging cries filling the air, the rising chaos is effective in numbing your eardrums. But the chaos always hits a ceiling where it can’t go any higher, and at that point, the noises start to dwindle. The amount of bullets soaring to their final destination diminishes, and the number of targets with a breath able to cry out decreases as well.

Until there is nothing left but silence.

Jungkook is still holding his gun up when the last body falls, and only when the dust seems to settle and the shots stop resonating in the other group’s room does he lower his weapon and replace it back into its holster. He tilts his head in your direction and studies you with raised eyebrows.

“Were you just standing there the whole time?” he asks accusingly.

“You didn’t seem like you needed my help,” you answer with a shrug. “But no, I took that guy out.” You point your bloodied blade at the man on the floor, his face already blurring in your memory along with the rest of the fallen.

“Congrats.”

Jungkook breaks out into a cheeky grin that only grows into laughter at the glare you provide as appreciation of his shining praise.

“Let’s just sweep the area,” you state, averting your attention to look at the bodies closest to you. You crouch down next to one of them and reach over to wipe both sides of your blade onto a particularly absorbent-looking sweater a man is wearing. You sheathe your knife as Jungkook starts on the opposite corner of the rectangular room, and the both of you rummage through the area to do a thorough check, both to inspect the corpses for information, and to confirm that the corpses are indeed corpses—all 13 of them.

“We’re clear,” you speak into your comms once the room and its subjects are deemed passable.

“Still working over here,” Namjoon replies back.

“Some more than others,” you hear Jimin’s voice add on.

A sharp “shh” is all you catch as a comeback to the accusation, and you can only assume that it’s Taehyung.

“We’ll review the lobby,” you speak up promptly to save your ears from another bout of bickering. Motioning at Jungkook to head towards the main entrance, you walk into the hallway, stepping over the man and woman occupying the narrow space, both of whom you took the time to inspect already.

“All those people and not a single clue linking them to the wanted man,” you sigh.

Jungkook walks past you, making his way to the front once you reach the primary room of the establishment. “Maybe we’re just not looking for the right thing,” he suggests, turning his head to examine that the door is still locked.

You pause in the middle of the room and look before you; it’s almost as bare as the interior of the dance studios themselves, and other than the front desk where the incapacitated man from before remains untouched, there isn’t anything else of interest. You turn away to gaze at Jungkook as he paces off to the side to pick a magazine off of the rack that is placed next to the half-full water dispenser and a droopy potted plant.

“It would help if we knew what we were looking for,” you rebuke, watching him place the magazine back onto the shelf only to see that it’s not a magazine but a worn-out comic book. You applaud him for refraining from flipping through it on the job, but you wouldn’t be surprised if you find out that he has already seen that volume. Jungkook turns his body to face you once again, his mouth opening with the start of a response, but his eyes rapidly dart away to lock onto something behind you.

Then, you hear a click.

You spin around to set your eyes on the source of the noise. The receptionist has regained consciousness, and not only that, but he now has a black revolver in his hand.

The possible moves you can make flash in an instant inside your mind; with the way he’s already lifting the gun up to shoot, it’s much too late to pull out a weapon to counter, let alone your knife. Your best bet is to try leaping across the room in hopes of dodging the incoming shots, but even that would take too long.

Before your body can react to the choice you need to make, you see Jungkook appear beside you, already bolting forward. For a second, it looks like he’s rushing straight past you to get to the armed man, but instead, you see him spin on his heel before you sense the sudden impact of his body hit yours, almost feeling like a bullet of its own kind.

You’re thrown backwards off of your feet just as you hear the deafeningly clear shot from the handgun.

As you hit the floor below, you expect Jungkook’s weight to come crashing onto you—but somehow, it doesn’t. His body is still above you, but you don’t question it for now. Thinking fast this time, your hand reaches out for the gun tucked away in the back of Jungkook’s waistband and hastily pull it out of its holster. Clearing your mind of the other thoughts about what just happened or what the repercussions are, you steady your outstretched arm, peering over Jungkook’s shoulder to shoot at the offender from below.

When you look past your sights at the man, your eyebrows crease in confusion and your finger freezes on the trigger. He’s slumped over on his desk again, almost as if he never even got up in the first place.

“What the hell?” you whisper, lowering your weapon to get a better look. He’s definitely fallen over—not even moving, in fact—and you can see a significant crater on the side of his temple, something you immediately recognize to be an exit wound from a point-blank shot.

“What was that?!” you hear Namjoon call out, the hushed tone he attempted to use barely lowering the volume of his voice.

“Our hostage just shot himself in the head,” you inform.

Just like that, you’re back to square one.

“Great,” Jimin replies in annoyance.

“Aw man!”

The last comment would have sounded sarcastic if it didn’t come from Taehyung. He must have really seen potential information in the man, but now you’ll never know what it could have been. These are still such lackluster reactions to someone committing suicide and thus ruining the plans to keep him alive, but alas, this isn’t your team’s first rodeo.

You let out an exhale, both of relief and disbelief, and you drop your hand so that your knuckles and the tip of the gun land with a thud the floor.

That’s when you realize that Jungkook is still very much hovering above you.

His arms are on either side of your body, helping to prop him up in a way that leaves him floating on top of you; this is likely the reason, one you’re very thankful for, that he didn’t body slam you when you both fell to the floor.

“Jungkook, you can get up now,” you prompt him, letting him know that the threat no longer exists.

“I know.”

You quirk your eyebrow and glance up at him when he doesn’t show signs of moving. You’re only able to meet his eyes for a fraction of a second before you look away, trying to push away the odd feeling that arose from the sly expression you just witnessed.

Maybe this is another one of his ploys to show off his ever-growing strength, since he’s still holding himself up as if he can do this all day. You really don’t want to challenge him on that, especially not when you can feel his gaze scorching the side of your face.

You lift up your free hand and go on to deliver a mild jab to his side of his torso. Never minding the fact that you feel like you just tried to poke a statue, you watch him flinch off of you at an amazing speed, it’s almost comical. He rolls over to the side before sitting back upright, shooting you an offended look that makes a chuckle rise from your chest.

It’s nice to know that even Jungkook is ticklish.

“How about you put those arms to good use and go get the accelerant,” you advise almost as soon as you lift yourself back up, suddenly feeling the need to change the subject.

You make sure to hand him the weapon you borrowed in the process, and he holsters the gun before grinning slightly, staring at you like he still has something he wants to say. There’s a notable pause, and you’re just about to throw out an eloquently-placed “what?” when he turns around before you can, heading towards the glass door to unlock it and exiting to probably go see to the task you mentioned.

You can’t figure Jungkook out sometimes, even after the numerous and eventful years of working closely with him—that impression holds true to many others within the organization and even the team, but for some reason, it bothers you most when it comes to Jungkook. Perhaps that’s what’s seeking your attention and encouraging your inclination to keep observing him: pure curiosity.

Yes, that seems like the most plausible explanation.

Just then, you hear footsteps approaching from the across the way. When you glance over, you see Taehyung appear from the east hall. His eyes are set on the front desk as his measured strides carry him over to the man bleeding all over his work station.

You watch Taehyung from across the room as he pries the suicide weapon out of the man’s hand and slides it into the back of his waistband for safekeeping. From there, he pulls the body up from the desk by the shoulders until it’s leaning back into the seat. He then swivels the chair around and continues to search through the dead man’s pockets, taking anything that piques his interest, regardless of whether it’s beneficial to the mission or not.

Taehyung has sticky fingers when it comes to dead and unconscious bodies alike. While some clients do request to be brought a souvenir as proof of the job being complete, he makes it a common practice to do it each time. “I’m just leaving less for them to find,” was the reasoning he gave you when you scrutinized him in the past. There was no beating that logic, so you didn’t bother to ask him about it again.

His kleptomaniacal habit admittedly would be more of a problem if not for your organization particular way of handling evidence. He never worries about leaving fingerprints or traces—in fact, none of you do. There’s no need to concern yourself with trivial matters such as hiding the identity you don’t have or avoiding getting caught in a system you’re not a part of. He takes advantage of those circumstances, and your team just allows him to salvage what he can for the very same reason.

Everything will be destroyed anyway.

“Are we all done here?” Namjoon asks the team once you’re all gathered in the main lobby. He waits for everyone’s input of either a nod or confirmative response before he asserts his next, albeit predictable instruction. “Alright then, light it up.”

Three of the boys each pick up large gas cans, the accelerant Jungkook brought in earlier by your request, and spread out to empty the contents throughout the four rooms. On the other hand, you and Namjoon exit the premises first, walking to the van while keeping a lookout to make sure no one disturbs the final step.

Fire—your calling card.

This is the most standard procedure used by your organization for destroying evidence and in this case, for smoking out the enemy from hiding. Although it doesn’t necessarily burn up everything in the building entirely, the fire acts as a literal smoke signal for the clean-up crew.

Incidentally, it’s the law enforcement.

Running a business like this one—successfully, you may add—is nearly impossible without a few moles inside the justice system. Some of the officers and inspectors have been bribed into this partnership while others were trained into their positions, much like the assassins themselves. Their own standard procedures are quite simple: when they catch wind of a structural fire, they know to respond to the dispatch call and arrive on scene straightaway. From there, they use their resources and authority to cover up the tracks and whatever else remains in the ashes once the flames are extinguished.

This secret alliance is set up to be fool-proof, and it has been that way for decades. When you fully grasp an understanding of that, it hardly seems like an exaggeration when you say that the organization has eyes and ears everywhere.

Under Mr. Shin’s decree, this is your city.

The door of the van opens as two of your teammates file into the backseat next to you, tossing the empty gas cans carelessly behind them. It only takes a couple more minutes until Jimin opens the door and plops himself into the driver’s seat. The van is parked in a discreet spot farther away from the targeted area, but even from this position, you can see the glow of the growing inferno in the distance and the first wisps of smoke start to rise from the burning building.

Namjoon turns from the passenger’s seat to address the rest of the team, and Jimin automatically starts the engine, knowing full-well what he needs to do before even having to hear the words leave your brother’s mouth.

“Let’s move on.”

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