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donewithjeon · 8 years ago

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Downfall [15]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 7,908

Genre: Assassin AU

Two hits in one night—now it’s starting to look like a party.

The first stop at the dance studio did nothing but confirm your team’s suspicions that there’s something meaningful to be found with these map points. Although you’re not sure what exactly the enemy is trying to accomplish, you can still deduce that the information is critical enough to be kept a secret at such high stakes. Why else would the man have decided that it was better to take himself out than to let himself be taken by your team?

A bullet to the head was definitely the easy way out, especially compared to the other options awaiting your captive if you had been able to bring him in.

Alas, without an extra body stowed in the back of the van, you must move on to find a different lead. Thankfully, your thoughts of the previous location slip further from your mind with the growing distance the vehicle puts behind it. It’s a bit of a drive from the dance studio, an hour and a half to be exact, but it’s a good idea to separate yourself from the scene, especially when it goes up in flames like it did. Plus, Namjoon chose this next place because it seemed “promising” during his initial GPS scan of the marks on the map—you just hope that he’s right.

The night is still young when you pass the road signs welcoming you into Gimpo, and by the time Jimin pulls up a block away from the destination, it’s almost midnight.

The target this time is a warehouse; it stands in the form of a fairly large and nondescript building. The exterior is plain and well-maintained with stripes and blocks of vibrant green accenting random parts of the windowed walls. The interior lights are shut off and the only illumination is coming from the lamps distributed meagerly across the side lots. The parking area is completely empty at this hour, and even the security post at the vehicle entrance gate is pitch-black and uninhabited. The absence of the latter seems negotiable with the presence of a fence surrounding the entire grounds—it’s painted the same unsightly green as the sections of the building—but it’s merely a barrier intended to keep the cars and trucks out at night. You and your team will be able to scale it with just a little effort.

The immediate region is just as quiet as the location prior to this one, but you hold off any and all judgments until you get a chance to check indoors, since you know how the situation turned out last time.

Silence is not always a good thing, much like the calm before the storm.

After jumping the fence and taking some time to scout the perimeter for any alternate entrances, you guys find a shabby door to serve as your way in next to one of the many shipment garage panels in the back. Jimin is able to pick the lock and get it open without too much of a fuss; the rusted metal panel can hardly be called a door, but the lack of an alarm implementation is only advantageous for you. Things would have gone a lot quicker if Taehyung didn’t breathe down Jimin’s neck as he worked, purposely irritating him with remarks like “your technique’s all wrong” and “are you sure you don’t need your reading glasses?”, all with his sing-song voice that’s bound to get him in trouble one day—if it hasn’t already.

Nevertheless, you and your team make your way inside without any premature casualties or bruised feelings.

The first thing you see when you enter is darkness. It takes a while for your eyes to adjust as you carefully glide across coated concrete floor, but when they finally do, you still don’t see much. All the lights are off on the ground floor, but the glow of the exit signs and the gleams of moonlight seeping in through the lengthy windows provide you with the visibility you need. There’s an elevator on the opposite side of the room, and the giant double doors lead you to assume that it’s predominantly used to carry cargo and supplies between the multiple levels. Other than that standalone feature, several tall, industrial shelves are positioned before you in rows that look to continue in all directions.

Wordlessly, your team fans out, and you continue on your path by following the western wall to the front of the warehouse. Your arms are held out beside you, almost tilted back a bit as you keep your hands steady for the prospect of a quick draw. You’re wary of any noises that aren’t the footsteps of you or your teammates, but so far, there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary.

You take the time to skim over the contents of the metal shelves that are stacked higher than you can even hope to reach. The items are cylindrical, almost resembling logs wrapped in sheets of plastic, and are clustered in tight groupings on top of one another. After closer inspection, you realize that they are rolls of some sort of mass-produced fabric, bringing you to your educated guess that this is a textile warehouse.

It’s not exactly the most dangerous or thrilling facility you have broken into, but at least there are some things to sift through with the optimism that this long trip out of the city wasn’t for nothing.

All of a sudden, you hear a whirring noise as you near the center of the row you’re standing in. The sound is constant and familiar, and as you keep stepping forward, it only grows in volume.

“I hear something,” you immediately report into your earpiece, just in case it’s worth investigating.

“Well, what is it?” you hear Jimin’s voice answer back.

You see a small hallway branching off of the large area your team is currently scattered across, and when you draw nearer towards the separate zone, you lean your back against the wall before peering over the corner. It appears to be a dead end with the hallway concluding only a short distance from the mouth, but your eyes lock onto the adjacent wall observable from your position.

There’s a dull and dented metal door slightly recessed into the wall, and glancing up at the LED panel above it that changes from a bright red 5 to a 4 before your eyes, you’re positive that it’s the source of the noise.

“Someone’s coming down the passenger elevator,” you say, diverting your attention to press the back of your head onto the wall behind you. The other side of the comms goes silent, and rightfully so—they are all probably at a standstill, waiting for a signal from you to either stay put or make a move.

If the container is at all comparative to the size of the door, it only seems to be big enough to hold a couple people at once. You weigh your options for a surprise attack, but you would have to count on the fact that whoever is coming down here is doing it unknowingly, if the first floor is even the destination.

Before you can come to a decision, you hear footsteps closing in at a fast pace, and you turn your head to the end of the row closest to you just in time to see Jungkook’s figure pop out from his respective aisle. He flashes you a quick smile, which you respond by creasing your eyebrows in confusion, and your gaze follows him as he paces the few steps it takes to go down the hall before stopping in front of the elevator.

“I’ll handle it,” he speaks with confidence to the whole team, but it seems primarily directed at you. You feel the urge to roll your eyes or bite back with how you’re perfectly capable of handling it yourself, but you refrain for the sake of not reverting back to your teenage years. Besides, with Jungkook, you know that his actions are merely due to his undying need to jump into the front lines rather than the reason having anything to do with you or your skills.

“Be my guest,” you grumble curtly, eyeing the LED panel just as the number changes into a 1. A hollow ding resonates through the air, but Jungkook doesn’t move from his spot right in front of the elevator. He obviously is abandoning all discretion this time around and replacing it with borderline arrogance as he stands there, casually waiting for the door to open.

“Don’t get too carried away.”

Namjoon’s reminder enters into your ear just as the metal panel slides open. A man appears at the opening, most likely about to step out into the hall, but with one look at the stranger in front of him, his entire body tenses as if he’s a deer in headlights. You’re able to register an astonished yelp before you see Jungkook leap forward into the elevator. Both of them disappear past your range of view, and you hear a leaden thud followed by a series of strangled noises trying to escape from someone’s throat.

You decide to get a better look at the concealed scuffle, but as you leave your initial spot to move closer, you witness the metal door slide shut once again, completely blocking your sight and muffling the sounds. Jogging up in front of the dusty panel, you watch the brightly-lit number to see if it changes, but it stays right where it is.

In fact, another resounding ding causes you to tear your eyes away from the light to look straight ahead. The door opens up again to reveal Jungkook standing right up against it, facing you with his doe-like orbs.

“All clear,” he says with a content grin. Your eyes lock with his for a moment before they dart over to the far corner of the metal container. The incapacitated man is sitting on the floor, leaning against the reflective surface of the walls with his limbs sprawled out in front of him. He’s wearing a gray uniform of some sort, and judging by the badge embroidered onto his shirt, he just seems to be a simple security guard working the graveyard shift—nothing that could possibly elicit any more than minimum wage.

“Seven floors,” Jungkook speaks up, gaining your attention once more. You see his eyes dart down the side of the elevator imperceptible by you where the buttons for the levels are surely located. Without warning, he takes a large stride forward and off of the platform, barely giving you enough time to step back and allow him enough space to stand as the door closes behind him. “Shall we work our way up?” He lifts his arm up towards the main area, his open palm facing upward in a polite gesture that seems ironic when compared to how he utilized that hand only a minute ago.

With the way Jungkook painlessly took out the security guard, your team still has a decent possibility of remaining inconspicuous to any other possible lookouts on the upper levels. You don’t want to ruin that by taking the elevator unless you need to; the chances of it becoming a metal death trap are very high when confined in an enclosure like that in unfamiliar territory.

“Stairs over here,” Namjoon directs his deep voice into the comms. “Northeast corner.”

“Got it,” you respond back. Without missing a beat, you head to where the rest of the team are probably already making their way up to the second floor. You can hear the soles of Jungkook’s boots landing on the hard concrete as he ambles behind you before catching up and matching your pace beside you. From the corner of your eye, you can tell that he still has a tiny grin on his lips, making you wonder if he’s actually that pleased about taking care of the security guard.

It’s a different smile from the one you witnessed as he rained bullets upon the enemies in the dance studio, but it’s one you’re well-acquainted with nonetheless. You brush off the curiosity before you can find yourself pondering over the subject again, already feeling like you hit the quota of how many thoughts you’re supposed to have about your teammate for the night. You have learned not to be perturbed by his more childish smiles and strangely good moods during missions, specifically during downtime such as this—you don’t bother to ask him about the reason, because the answer always remains the same.

“We’re still alive, aren’t we?”

You’re at the fourth floor at this point, trying to stifle a yawn as you walk down the moonlit aisles of the industrial racks. It’s been a long day, and you didn’t necessarily get as much sleep you were hoping last night. Still, you are trying your best to stay alert of your surroundings, but it’s proving difficult to do so when nothing around you is changing.

Contrary to your mindset just a few hours ago, this is one of the more pitiful parties you have attended.

The rest of the boys have split up to scout the other levels, most of them being above you except for Namjoon who is on the third floor, examining the surveillance machines and security equipment you guys came across in one of the few rooms. He’s the most qualified to handle the technical side of things out of the bunch, so you and the others leave him to his duties while tending to your own. It has been an unfruitful search so far, but the eerie stillness of the towering shelves of supplies almost makes you feel like something’s going to jump out of the shadows.

Nothing of that sort has happened yet, but you’re starting to wish that it would.

The textile warehouse is as normal as can be, filled with rows upon rows of piled fabric rolls either huddled in their own miniature mountains or tucked away inside the frames of smaller shelves so snugly that they look like they’re suffocating. One thing your team was able to uncover from the examination thus far is the name of the company this building belongs to. Since there were no obnoxiously bold letters on the side of the building letting you know, it took a bit of rummaging through the offices on the third floor to find out.

Cheil Industries—unfortunately, the name rings no bells for you or your teammates. The obliviousness is to be expected since the more well-known brand names are only tacked on after the articles of clothing or home furnishings are manufactured with the materials.

At least the name gives you something to relay to Jin later on when you inevitably have to do a mission report.

You turn another corner, about to do a U-turn into the next aisle over, but you stop in your tracks when you hear Taehyung’s voice through your earpiece.

“Guys, I found something. Sixth floor.”

That’s all you really need to turn on your heel and start making your way to the stairwell.

“What is it?” you hear Jimin ask sharply.

“You’re going to want to see this for yourself,” is the reply back. Elusive and intriguing—exactly the type of answer to shut Jimin up and make you quicken your pace up the steps.

After effortlessly climbing several flights of stairs—it’s an acquired skill of yours now, verified by your sweat-free brow—you push open the door to the sixth floor, receiving an elongated squeak from the hinges. It seems as though you’re the third to arrive, but you’re right on the heels of Jimin and Jungkook. You trail behind them as they make a beeline to the back of the center row where Taehyung is leaning against the frame of one of the tall, metal shelves.

This particular floor is dissimilar to yours, because in lieu of the tubes of cloth being amassed in their exposed state, the textiles are stored in boxes and crates stacked upon the spacious racks—at least, they’re supposed to be textiles.

“Feast your eyes,” Taehyung exclaims dramatically, moving his arms in a grand fashion to bring your attention to one of the boxes sitting on the lower shelf with the top popped open. Stepping up behind the other boys who are drawing closer to take a look, you peer inside the particular box and see the mounds of colorful fabric messily bunched aside to reveal clusters of black and silver objects.

Guns.

“Holy shit,” you hear Jungkook exclaim under his breath, obviously not having expected to find a needle in a haystack like this.

“Are all the other boxes like this?” You turn to look down the row you are standing at the end of. There are only a handful of other crates lining both sides of the aisle with the lids haphazardly closed back up after being fiddled with, no doubt Taehyung’s doing.

“I’m not sure. This is the first one I found so far.”

“What’s in the box?” Namjoon’s voice interrupts your thoughts, reminding you that he’s still making his way up the stairs.

“Firearms,” you reply, sidestepping past Jungkook to go up to the adjacent container. “Hidden underneath the fabric.”

Unsheathing your knife, you cut through the bindings of the second box with a swift motion. You reach into the contents after you get it open and feel around the layered cloth to push it away from the middle. Sure enough, your fingers come in contact with a cold, solid material, and when you pull it out to examine it in the scarce lighting, you can tell that the handgun is identical to the ones in the first case.

“How did you know which boxes to check?” You pose the question to Taehyung, impressed by his diligence and decision to dig deeper even after breaching the surface. His shoulders perk up as he presents you with a nonchalant shrug.

“Lucky guess.”

You purse your lips before replacing the gun back where you found it. You’re not sure what kind of answer you were hoping for, but he gave you the one you were most expecting. Looking at Taehyung standing there on his own two feet, the only remnants of what happened today wrapped within the bandages on his right hand, you’re having a hard time disputing his immensely good fortune.

That’s why he’s your ace.

It doesn’t take Namjoon long at all to catch up with the rest of the team, providing news that the surveillance footage for the premises is taken care of. After spreading out to crack open a few more crates, you guys come to realize that there are more of these special kinds sprinkled throughout the room.

“This place is an arsenal.” You glance up at the voice from the box you’re currently delving through—there’s nothing of interest but plain textiles in this one—and you see your brother walking up to you with a pensive expression. “We can’t possibly confiscate everything in here.”

He’s definitely right. You don’t even know where all of the goods are located, and there is no way you’re going to spend the remainder of the night playing hide-and-seek with these covert boxes. Destroying everything is also out of the question without the proper provisions and supervision, and moreover, it won’t generate a desirable outcome. Everything in here is valuable evidence, and it helps that the evidence has high usability from the looks of it, too.

“What do you suggest we do?” You turn to face Namjoon, knowing that he has a plan already laid out in his mind—he just needs to get it out for everyone else to hear.

“First, we should take one of the pieces back to headquarters so we can have Hoseok analyze it.”

You hear a shifting sound behind you, and when you look over your shoulder, you see Taehyung stretching his arm into one of the previously-opened boxes before pulling out a black revolver that seems considerably smaller than it actually is when held in his large grasp; it’s a commendable choice on his part to take a portable item not too bulky in size. You watch him twist his body towards you and Namjoon as he puts the gun in the back of his waistband for safekeeping.

“Done!” he announces buoyantly, flashing his empty palms for a good measure in a way that suspiciously resembles jazz hands after performing a disappearing act.

It’s a surprise that Taehyung doesn’t have the entire contents of that box shoved down his pants by now—he’s not really the best at taking only what is necessary. You wonder how he even manages to carry so many things at once without it ever weighing him down, but then you remember that he emptied out his pockets on the drive over here, leaving the dead receptionist’s handgun and any other trinkets he may have picked up in the van.

“What about the rest?”

The voice makes you turn your attention forward, and you see Jungkook walking up to stop next to Namjoon. Jimin follows right behind him to be the last one to join this impromptu meeting.

“We leave it—set it on fire and let the clean-up crew take care of it.”

“Are you sure?” You frown at the plan that seems so unsatisfactory at a first listen, not really convinced yet that this is the only way.

“There wasn’t any dynamite in these boxes, right?”

“Not that we know of.” Subsequent to the search through the relevant crates dispersed between the multiple rows, the theme for this secret base only seems to be guns, guns, and more guns—nothing that will cause harm when set ablaze.

“Then we should be fine,” Namjoon answers, sharing the same thoughts as you. He isn’t wrong about that; the most that would happen is that the bullets may cook off, but that’s a likelihood exclusive to ammunition, something that none of you saw occupying any of the weapons’ magazines or cylinders—but that’s not what you’re worried about.

“This is a textile warehouse, remember?” you explain, not that anyone needs a reminder of the dizzying amount of fabric stored in this place. “The whole building is going to burn up.”

“That just means less for the police to sift through,” Taehyung says with a cheery tone before volunteering to go fetch the accelerant from the van to get this plan started.

Namjoon seems to have noticed your prolonged grimace, because he goes on to precisely explain his strategy and why it is the most opportune one. You guys will be limiting the spread of the fire to a certain area of this floor, opting for the side of the building with extensive windows that are facing the apartment buildings in the distance. With the position of the flames, someone will be able to see them almost as soon as they are lit, and they will most likely notify the authorities in order to dispatch the first responders for structural fires.

From there, your team will have to leave the rest of the mission in the hands of the officers; once they find the weapons, coupled with the fire, the evidence will give them several motives to find out who the owner of the warehouse is. It will only be a matter of time until the organization is slipped that precious bit of information.

Then you will be given a new target.

You spend some time listening to Namjoon present his points far too meticulously than you would have liked, and after a while, you resort to just nodding in agreement at whatever else he has to say, hoping that your compliance will get him to stop talking.

Letting the law enforcement take over from here almost makes it feel like you’re personally leaving the job unfinished, but you sedate the reluctance that’s still left within you. The clock is ticking and your options have run out, so it’s best to come to terms with the fact that this is the smartest and only choice available at the moment. Fortunately, this tactic will be most effective in chasing your potential lead out of hiding and cornering the person into an easy capture, but this advantage will only work if you get to the target before the cops do.

“This is fun,” Taehyung proclaims once he returns from the trip to the van with a gas can at hand. You swear that there’s a skip in his step as he walks past you to hand the item over to Jungkook. “It’s like we’re playing the good guys.”

“We’re burning down a weapons facility,” you retort, clearly not understanding what the imperceptible goodwill of the imminent destruction could possibly be.

“I know!” Taehyung’s chipper demeanor doesn’t change in the slightest, even as you raise your eyebrow at him. “I feel like Captain America.”

You hear Jungkook scoff over to the side where he is in the middle of distributing the accelerant in the designated area, and you repress the urge to do the same. You’re barely able to register that it’s a reference to the first movie of the franchise, having only seen it to placate Taehyung’s urgings to “keep up with the times”. You’re amazed not only by his tendency to seemingly never run out of energy, but you have no idea how he finds the time to melt his brain with movies and TV shows alike.

“We better stop the presses.” Namjoon tries to interject the superhero talk, making the suggestion more to himself than anyone else as he pulls out his phone to undoubtedly check the time. “We should let them know that there’s going to be some breaking news.”

Although Kim Daily is just a guise for the organization, it is still a fully operational news company. It prospers due to the uncanny ability to be the earliest to arrive at almost every major scene and the knack for always leaving with the best first-hand information.

Who better to report about an incident than the ones who cause it?

“I can’t wait for that to come out,” Jungkook says as he walks up to everyone else, the gas can swinging in his hand looking lighter than before. “‘Captain America suspected of arson at textile warehouse in Gimpo’. Now that’s a headline.”

“Eh, not the most bizarre one I’ve seen,” Jimin inserts with an unimpressed shrug. Before he can start listing off all the strange and probably inappropriate articles he has come across, Namjoon interrupts the lovely group discussion again.

“If we’re all ready.” Understanding his roundabout way of saying “shut up and let’s go”, you take it as your cue to do exactly that, leaving the Captain behind to ignite the flames. The rest of you scurry down the stairwell and out of the building to file into the vehicle you arrived here in.

Taehyung shows up a few minutes later, and when Jungkook opens the car door for him to enter, he practically climbs over the younger boy to get to the very back, successfully grabbing the top of his head to keep steady. He only manages to spill onto his seat after a helpful shove in the rear from a complaining Jungkook.

By the time you guys settle into your seats, you can hear the distinguishable sound of sirens humming in the distance. Someone was already able to see the fire, but you’re not shocked in the slightest. The embers came alive even before Taehyung flung himself into the van, and they are working fast to spread on the sixth floor, emitting a bright, orange glow through the sporadic windows that makes it resemble sparkling Christmas lights.

In the darkness of this industrial area, it really is a sight to behold.

As Jimin drives away from the scene, you watch the light show start to diminish with each passing second until it completely fades away, the spectacle now obstructed by other buildings and foliage. Turning your attention back into the van, you listen as Namjoon starts talking about the next move.

Thankfully, he proposes turning in for the night.

The events that occurred so far will most likely send the authorities into high alert. This means that police of all sorts will be on the lookout or even hunting for clues in the neighboring areas, and that’s not a preferable condition to go cause more mayhem. Even Mr. Shin doesn’t have all the power in the world, which in turn makes sense that not all members of the law enforcement are under his thumb. He has just enough influence to ensure that you are all safe from them, but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a chance you can get caught if you decide to be reckless.

Three hits in one night is a little much, even for you guys. Two is usually the limit, because by the time it gets to the third, it becomes a motif. That’s when you get too predictable, and the last thing the organization wants is excessive attention on all the wrong things.

So, with the missions more or less cleared for now, it only leaves you with one more thing to do: report.

It takes more or less an hour to drive to your destination, most of which was spent staring aimlessly out of your window. Before you exit the van, you take the time to remind Taehyung about passing the confiscated revolvers to Hoseok so that he can work on identifying the weapons. He just gives you a thumbs up from the backseat before waving his hand to send you on your way. You hop out of the vehicle, and the door closes behind you before the car goes speeding off again, leaving you alone on the streets of Gangnam—specifically, Nonhyeon.

The reason for dropping you off like this is quite simple: you’re the only one fit for this job.

Even if that’s not true, you’re going to keep telling yourself that so you don’t feel annoyed by your blatant desertion. The others are on their way back to headquarters or possibly even their apartments, but you’re here because Namjoon bestowed this responsibility on your shoulders since even your early days of joining the team.

There was no rock-paper-scissors like with the younger boys—just orders.

Wasting no time, you begin down the polished and paved path, keeping up your pace for a couple minutes until the back of the bustling building comes into view. You don’t need to see the front to know what it is—you’ve set your eyes upon the angular, illuminated letters and the distinct, geometric emblem above the entrance many times in the past.

Club Octagon.

You frequent this place for the sole purpose of meeting with your supervisor in order to personally convey your report to him and receive any necessary instructions for the following morning. He is currently fulfilling his own duties at the moment by being in that hellhole, so you can’t possibly complain about having to go in there too—at least, not in front of him.

From what you can remember, Namjoon has never set foot in this club, not counting the times he visited outside of the hours of operation. Somehow, he has made you into a messenger to and from this world of disorienting music and mind-numbingly expensive booze. You can’t blame him for choosing you as the only one in the team he can trust to go in and out without any complications, but you don’t know why he’s so adamant about refusing to go himself. He always makes the same excuse of having other matters to attend to, but if you have to guess, you would say that it’s just another characteristic of his uptight and starchy personality.

Although you have to admit, the club is not for the faint of heart.

Absently waving at the bouncer guarding the unpopulated entry, you watch him open the door for you with a grin that barely makes it past looking like a grimace. You could already hear the thumping bass from a block away, but now that you’re in the belly of the beast, it’s the only thing you can feel. As you carefully climb down the stairs into the basement where the club is actually located, you can’t help but feel glad that the violently flashing lights are less inclined to reach this part of the venue.

The only saving grace of coming to this place is, without a doubt, the backdoor. It’s a relief that you don’t ever need to experience what it’s like up front. This club is awfully exclusive, only doing business Thursday through Saturday, so even though it’s not technically the weekend yet, the nature of this establishment makes it so that the peak hours are basically every hour that this place is up and running. Seeing how it’s nearing three in the morning, the day having switched from Thursday to Friday when the clock struck midnight, the crowd inside doesn’t seem to be exhibiting any signs of leaving soon.

Several years back, the organization was kind enough to assign this nightclub to someone they were sure would run it well: Jin. He was granted ownership of this establishment not too long after he was promoted to the team’s supervising officer. It takes a substantial amount of trust from the higher-ups for something like this to happen, especially when there are many older and wiser members of the organization Jin potentially beat out for the position.

It’s a lot of responsibility to put on anyone’s plate, but you know that there’s an additional crucial and deciding factor that was the icing on the cake of their decision.

It’s not complicated—Jin is extremely handsome. Anyone with eyes knows that, and there’s no way in hell that he doesn’t know it, too.

Word soon got around about the ridiculously attractive owner of the hot new club in Gangnam. This worked wonders to draw more females to the venue, particularly ones who were fresh-faced and attractive themselves, and in turn, this rise led to more party-ready males with fat wallets to become regulars as well.

Thus, business increased tenfold.

Jin usually stays within the confines of his private room, but he knows how to find the right moments to take a stroll around the VIP areas. He’s phenomenal at feeling the crowd and socializing with exuding confidence, and these occasional sightings of his strikingly good looks are just enough to keep the buzz alive.

Although this extra influx of money is nothing to brush off so simply, it is not the true purpose for owning a business like this. Behind the scenes of this tremendously successful club and lounge is a safe haven where clients can come in to place their offers and requests. Jin, along with some other supervisors who use the club more intermittently, meets with these patrons throughout the night and negotiates the terms of even the most staggering and unspeakable jobs.

It’s very rare that a deal goes sour and even more so when it’s Jin sitting at the other end of the table—he tends to get what he wants, all while letting the other party pay the price.

You turn right at the bottom of the stairs and let your legs carry you to the other side of the club. The floor is a glossy concrete, much like the one you walked upon at the warehouse earlier, but it’s noticeably better quality, living up to the Gangnam name. You’re on the third and topmost level, but the railed pathway only follows along the outer walls, leaving the center wide open so that you can see the dance floor at the bottom. You decide to ignore the pandemonium going on below for now and focus on the burly man standing at the end of the hallway. The moment he lays his eyes on you, he gives you a knowing nod before stepping aside to let you pass into the hall tucked away in the corner of the club.

That head tip only means one thing: Jin is not speaking to any visitors right now. You’re glad you don’t have to wait tonight—sometimes, you’re stuck here for hours on end, hoping that Jin finishes up whatever meeting he’s in before you call it quits and walk downstairs to the VIP bar. You rap your knuckles twice on the very first door to your left, the sound completely inaudible under the blaring beats of song playing, before twisting the handle and pushing it open to let yourself in.

The second you close the door behind you with a solid snap, the pounding music seizes to exist, leaving only dull drone in the background of the sounds too loud for even the soundproofing to suppress.

The private room is not as outstanding in size as his office back in headquarters, but it’s adequate enough for Jin and his obligations. There is a dark red leather couch hugging the back wall that stretches lengthwise to hook around and onto the wall immediately to your left. In front of it is a long, rectangular table with a shiny black finish, the corners of the slab cut off so that the shape has eight sides instead of four; other than upholding a flat silver object you assume is a laptop, the surface is bare. On the far end of the table is another leather seat similar to the sectional sofa, except this one is only made for one person.

Jin is sitting in his spot on the single seater, his impeccable posture accentuated by the crisp business suit fitted on his body. The black blazer is on this time instead of draped over the nearest chair, but the button is unclasped to allow him to sit comfortably. His eyes are darting over the numerous TV screens installed on the back wall; they show live CCTV footage of everything from the hallway just outside of this door to the back entryway you just came from. Even from his own isolated room, Jin is able to keep track of everything and everyone, and you don’t expect any less.

This is his place, after all.

“Just you again?” Jin speaks up, averting his attention from the screens to greet you, letting a smile form on his face so that his words don’t seem hostile. You’re sure that he knows the answer to that question, but you decide to humor him anyway.

“As always.” You slide onto the couch so that you’re on the opposite end of the table from him, extending your arms out in front of you to rest them on the cold surface. You wait for a typical sigh to escape his lips, but all he does is keep his smile going strong as he reaches in front of him to open the laptop.

“With the others, I just assume no news is good news.”

“A wise choice,” you say, cracking a smile back at him.

Without resorting to any more small talk, you dive into explaining the events that occurred tonight, mapping out every single detail to the best of your ability. You tell him everything he needs to know: the final body count at the first location including the suicidal receptionist, the discovery of the weapons buried deep within the Cheil Industries warehouse, the two pieces of evidence your team was able to retrieve from both sites, and the confirmation of the fires you ultimately set to them.

After keeping up with your monologue and typing all of the relevant data into the device in front of him, he promptly carries on by devising the next portion of the plan. He tells you that the best thing to do now is to wait for the authorities to do their part, further establishing the conclusion you and your team already came up with. You guys need to wait for the information on your lead to trickle in before you can embark on any searches and seizures of your own accord. The main person of interest is the mysterious owner of the warehouse, but considering the messy situation you left behind, eluding the police—more importantly, the organization—won’t work for long.

“I’m going to have a word with the chief to get everything sorted out.” Jin closes the laptop again so that it claps shut before he clutches his hands together on top of the sleek cover. “I’ll send out a message once I have more info to give, but just know that you should all be ready to go back to business first thing in the morning.”

You can’t help let a wry grin appear on your lips at the fact that it’s morning right now, but you nod responsively to the order. “I’ll let everyone know.”

“Good. That’s all for now.”

Jin concludes the two-person meeting, but you are planted in your spot. You contemplate leaving right away so that you can try your hand at getting a decent amount of rest, but something in the back of your mind prevents you from doing so. He is aware of this too, and he patiently keeps his eyes on you, waiting for the inevitable words to come out of your mouth.

“What did the wanted man even do?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment before your supervisor’s answer floats out almost automatically. “It’s nothing you need to worry about. As long as we follow protocol, he won’t be a problem anymore.”

It’s highly unusual for the organization to have qualms with anyone enough to put out a warrant, especially just for one man, unless compensated by your loyal customers to do so. All business is handled objectively, meaning that the only enemies you really have are the enemies of your clients.

It’s almost never anything personal, but you have a feeling this is exactly that.

“We’re being sent on this wild goose chase about a guy we barely have any details about. I think I deserve to know something so that I’m not just going in blind.”

Jin is silent, but his gaze never leaves yours—in fact, it’s like you can almost feel his burning through yours and hitting the back of your skull, but you stay resolute. A few seconds go by in this stalemate, although you’re certain that if this is a staring contest, you’re going to lose miserably.

At least you won’t go down without a fight.

Much to your relief, there is no need for that. The missing breath of air you were waiting for before exhales from Jin’s lungs as he leans back into his chair resignedly.

“The guy’s a murderer,” he explains, starting off strong. “He wiped out an entire team in one go by blowing up the mission site that turned out to be a hoax. Everyone thinks that he’s a key player in a bigger strategy to take our organization down, so this case is very high on our priority list.”

You listen attentively as things seem to fall into place. It makes sense why your team was sent to Wolmido at the slightest hint of trouble; the false wanted man fessed up about some shipments coming into the dock, and now that you have the right context clues, you can deduce that the items he was talking about were bombs.

In a situation like this, every precaution has to be taken—no warnings can be ignored.

“Don’t think too much about it.” Jin pulls you from your thoughts as he stands up from his seat, smoothing out his white shirt before clasping one of the buttons on the blazer. “It’ll keep you up at night.”

He says that as if you don’t have enough to worry about. You get up from your own spot to stretch your limbs, knowing that what he gave you is probably the best you’re going to get out of him. Jin saunters over to the exit before wrapping his fingers around the silver handle. He pauses to give you a stern look that you can only assume is reminding you that any and all conversations that happened here will not be making it past this door.

“Get some rest,” he repeats his ever-nagging sentence. You wish you could say the same to him, but you know that there’s still a few hours left until the club closes. He probably won’t get any sleep tonight, but that leaves you to wonder when he even has the time to do so.

You’ll leave that question for another time.

Jin opens the door for you, successfully breaking the floodgates and letting in all the noise that now hits your eardrums with twice the force. Throwing your hand up to wave so long to your supervisor, you proceed into the hallway and retrace your steps to make your way out of this place.

As you tread down the platform in the direction you came from, you let your eyes wander over the metal railing. Immediately, your sight is barraged with flashing lights and lasers; the beams unpredictably shoot out in different directions, setting a blazing path of vivid colors into every corner of the club. The intensity is almost on par with the dancing embers you created and witnessed not too long ago.

It’s a different kind of light show, but arguably equally as destructive.

With each flash of light, you can see the wisps of vapor rising from both the fog machine and the collective cigarettes being consumed within the sea of intoxicated people. The smoke is not as thick and opaque as the kind that was released from the burning buildings, but it saturates the stuffy atmosphere in a way that leaves no room for uncontaminated air.

Again, both seem equally as destructive.

You rip your gaze away from the scene once you reach the stairs that will lead you out of this underworld. It seriously feels like a different realm down here compared to the utter stillness and obscurity you faced for the majority of the missions, even with the few parallels you are able to draw. Briskly jogging up the steps, your sensory overload begins to dissipate little by little until you finally make it out of the madness with a push of the backdoor.

Your ears feel a bit murky and you can still see blossoms of light appearing before your eyes, painting the dim streets in front of you with the afterimages of the luminescent club lights. You try to blink them away, but they grow stronger each time, almost as if you are only fanning the flames.

While the images you saw inside Octagon linger in your vision, the images of the structural fires you pulled up for comparison swim in your mind, and along with it, a conjuring of the devastating event that you were finally lucky enough to have Jin disclose to you.

You still have no clue who the wanted man is or what he wants, other than for you all to die, but after the discussion with Jin, you know one thing is for certain—he won’t be a problem as long as everyone does their job.

He too shall burn.

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