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singulari-taee · 7 years ago

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The Danger in Duality | 01

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“You and your seven squad members must take on the struggles of being world-class assassins while also living as full-time college students.”

Burning debris fell from the night sky like confetti, smoke clouds reaching for the heavens. The once abandoned warehouse was now a crumpled mess, disintegrating in a fiery blaze as the only car on the road careened away from the hellish scene.

“Did you see that shit?!”

“That was so cool!”

“_______, that spin-kick you did was incredible– landed so solid on the bastard’s neck even I felt it!”

“Jungkook that last kill-shot was perfect, you came right on time I thought I was dead for a second.”

“Okay, Yoongi, I have to give you props, man. Those two neck snaps you did before we left were beautiful, you have to show me how to do that again…but practice on someone else next time, please?”

“Everybody let’s give it up for Seokjin for setting off that last bomb. Bro, you should have seen their faces when the timer started going off without anybody touching it. They didn’t know we had a genius hacker working on the outside,” Namjoon said as he shook Seokjin’s shoulders proudly. The older boy was driving, and the car erupted in wild applause as he beamed.

“What can I say? I’m just really good at my job,” he said, smug, “But my systems picked up two bombs in the building, so I’m wondering where the other–”

Suddenly, the entire sky was orange, the flames spreading wildly as the deafening sound shook the road beneath them. The SUV jumped and swerved out of the lines, the interior colored with the light of the 2nd explosion that night.

“There it is.”

“That never gets old,” Jimin said smiling as he looked back at the damage.

“That’s gonna make the news for sure,” you sighed, “So much for keeping a low profile.”

“Any trace that we were even there is up in flames now, so we should be safe,” said Namjoon.

By just looking at you and the car of rowdy, smiling boys, no one would have guessed you were all a squad of thoroughly trained assassins. It wasn’t a normal job per say, not one that you could exactly put on your resume or brag about, since telling people you took human lives for a living wasn’t absolutely the best conversation starter.

The eight of you all grew up together, troubled youth that had been taken in under your own unique circumstances. Honestly, screw-ups like you didn’t deserve another chance–should have been kicked to the curb and outcasted like all the others. Most of you had pretty much accepted that fate; it’s just how it was supposed to be. But for some reason, you were all special. Special, with enough potential for the academy to take notice of. And just special enough for them to take the time to breed screw-ups like you to become the best killers the world had to offer.

Your squad code was “Make it clean. Make it quick”, or in other words, don’t be overly messy or draw unnecessary attention to yourselves. You all had one objective: Hit your target and get the hell out. Something the academy promised was that you would only be killing people that deserved it, scums of the earth that had too many chances to right their wrongs and got away unpunished every time.

You all liked to think of it as “taking out the trash”.

Though there was one thing that sometimes got in the way of the job…

“FUCK!” Jungkook suddenly screamed.

“Hey, watch your mouth!” Seokjin called from the driver’s seat.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” Yoongi asked, putting his gun back in it’s case.

Jungkook slammed his fist against the armrest. There was an audible crack, and the leather tore down the middle just the slightest bit, “I forgot to study for my chem exam tomorrow!”

College.

“I swear to God if you break my car Jungkook I’ll pull over and break your nose. You may be the best shooter in the northern hemisphere but you’re not too good to catch an elbow to the face!” Seokjin exploded.

“Yeah, who do you think you are, Hercules? Relax,” said Hoseok.

“Sorry,” Jungkook muttered, embarrassed. It was an understatement to say that Jungkook had anger issues, and being the strongest in the squad didn’t help that at all.

“I just tutored you two days ago and marked it on your calendar, how’d you forget?” Namjoon asked.

“I was too busy preparing for this mission!”

“Maybe if you spent less time in the gym and more time on your studies you wouldn’t have this problem,” Seokjin said.

“Oh no! I had an essay due at midnight that I never got to write!” Taehyung gasped, holding his face in his hands.

“Tae, you keep missing assignments. I seriously wonder how you’re not on academic probation yet,” Jimin laughed.

“The academy can only bail you guys out so many times. You’ll get a wake up call when they stop paying that tuition,” you snorted.

The eight of you came to the conclusion at the end of your training years that killing wasn’t the life you all wanted to live forever. Sure, the pay was great, and so were all of the perks, but it just wasn’t enough. After talking it over and weighing all your options, you decided that you wanted to go to school like other young adults your age, get a degree and maybe live normally once the time was right– finally be somebody for once. Sure, you could retire early from all the money you earned doing what you did, but it didn’t feel complete. After much convincing your boss that it wouldn’t get in the way of work, he found the vision amicable. Soon the academy enrolled you into university, agreeing to pay for your education and housing. The only thing you all needed to do in return was complete your missions.

It was a good deal honestly.

“Seokjin, can you hack the school system for me to make it seem like I turned it in on time? I can write it when we get home and send it to you! The professor probably won’t even check for another two days!” Taehyung asked, grabbing Seokjin’s headrest as he pleaded.

“I did that three weeks ago and you still got a D, so no! I’m not wasting my expertise so you can be below average. Now put your seat belt on!”

Seokjin was the group hacker and getaway driver. He was recruited by the academy at the tender age of 13, after being in and out of youth prisons for breaking into government sites and downloading confidential information for the hell of it. He rarely went inside during missions, opting to be everyone’s eyes on the outside by parking in some dark discreet corner and telling what he saw. His pride and joys were his SUV and computer–the only weapon he needed. From the front seat alone he could break into security cameras, shut off the electricity for miles around, and detonate bombs in terrorist hideouts like he had done minutes before. Even without a gun he was just as dangerous.

“Please! I promise I won’t ask again!” Taehyung begged, giving the cutest expression he could muster. Seokjin looked at the boy from his rearview mirror and sighed.

“Have it in my inbox by 10am…no exceptions,” he rolled his eyes.

“Thank you so much!” he said, hugging him around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek.

The whole van swerved again, and everyone screamed at Taehyung to stop.

“Not the face! Not the face!” Jin said, pushing him off.

Their scenery began to look familiar, and miles later they were nearing campus.

“Alright Jungkook and Tae we’re getting close to your dorm so be ready to get out,” he warned.

The two of them checked to be sure their weapons were secure in their bags as they approached their building, a quaint dorm that looked like it hadn’t been renovated since the day it had been built.

“Tae, remember, 10 am! And if you get anything below a C say goodbye to your ride for the next week,” Jin warned before the boy could leave.

“I’ve got it, mom, don’t worry,” he said, “Love you, guys!”

“Good work tonight everyone, see you tomorrow,” Jungkook said as he hopped out behind him, slamming the door way harder than necessary.

“I’m going to kill that kid one day, I promise,” Seokjin said as he gripped the wheel, watching the two youngest run to their building, “Tae too.”

“Nah, wait until after our next mission at least. We might need them.” you said.

The two stood in front of their door, looking in their jacket pockets and bags desperately. They seemed to be arguing as they pointed at the card scanner.

“Did they both forget their IDs to get into their dorm again?” Jimin asked, looking through the window.

“Isn’t that the 2nd time this month?” Hoseok asked.

“Yup.”

“Dumbasses,” Yoongi scoffed.

“Should we…help them get in?” you asked.

“Hell no, they’ll figure it out. I’m tired and my bed is calling me. Drive, Jin.”

“Fine by me,” the oldest said, stepping on the gas and ignoring the boys as they attempted to run after the car.

“I don’t know how they survive living together. I was sure one of them would have at least tried to suffocate the other in their sleep by now,” you thought aloud.

“Beats me,” Seokjin said, “Hey, Jimin, here’s your stop.”

They pulled up in front of a mansion-like brick house. There were greek letters painted on a banister that hung from the roof, the material flowing proudly on the quiet street. Though, if you came back at this time of night on any given weekend, it was a totally different scene.

“Alright see you later, guys,” Jimin said as he collected his things. His hand went to your thigh, grabbing it for “balance” as he tried to make his way past you to the exit, “and you too, sexy,” he winked.

You flipped him off as he closed the door.

Jimin’s flirtatious ways towards you was nothing new, but it still got under your skin every time just because of how good he was at it–though that was not something you would ever admit to him, even on your deathbed.

“If I ever decided to cut his dick off one day, would any of you stop me?” you asked, watching the teasing boy enter the frat house as you drove further down the road.

“No he kind of deserves it sometimes,” Hoseok shrugged, “I’m sure he’d still like it though just because you would have to touch him.”

Moments later you were at the end of the street and at your apartment complex. It was eerie and dark, since there were only a few lights on to illuminate the halls and parking lot. But how inviting are college apartment buildings usually at 4am?

“Second to last stop, see you later, ________,” Seokjin said.

“Later,” you said as you waved back at the four boys.

Instead of driving off like he had with all of the others, Seokjin stayed parked in front of the building. You had insisted that you were okay to be left alone, since they all knew you could hold your own, but they protested every time you brought it up. They always stayed put until you walked through your door. Namjoon’s logic was, “You never know who could come and snatch you when we leave. How am I supposed to explain that to the academy?”

He, Yoongi, Seokjin, and Hoseok were all roommates at the neighboring apartment complex. Since they were the four oldest, it was only fair that they claimed the nicest living quarters on campus. Though you found yourself spending more time there than your own recently, not that they minded much (besides Yoongi, who would not so subtly say “Don’t you have your own place and roommate you can annoy?”)

You headed over to a wall of bushes in front of your building. Reaching inside the thick leaves, you pulled out the backpack that you had hidden deep within. You unhooked your guns and knives from the waistband of your pants before putting them in, pulling out a hoodie you always wore around. You shook out your tight bun and let your hair fall loose on your shoulders. Making your way over to your door, you looked yourself over one good time, just checking to see if you looked ‘tired college student’ enough. You flung the bag onto your back as you headed in.

You noticed there were lights on, but you didn’t think much of it until a chipper voice broke the silence.

“Hey!”

You reeled back and almost reached for your gun when you turned to see your petite roommate standing by the sink in the kitchen.

“Oh, God!” you breathed, holding your chest as you tried to slow your heartbeat, “Hey, Luna.”

“Sorry! Did I scare you?” she laughed.

Yeah you scared me, you almost got a bullet to the forehead, you thought.

“Just a little,” you smiled awkwardly, “What are you still doing up…at 4am?”

“Just washing dishes, I couldn’t go to sleep until the kitchen was clean, you know me,” she said, “What about you? Late night at the library?” Luna asked, taking in your appearance.

You stretched and yawned for effect, “Yeah, studying with the boys for that history quiz tomorrow, we stayed out longer than expected.”

“Wow you’re so disciplined! You guys are always in the library so late, I know your GPAs have to be amazing.”

You locked the door behind you, and noticed the SUV’s headlights shine through your living room window as they drove away. You stood there for a minute, unsure of where else to take the conversation as Luna continued to wash the dishes.

“Well…I’m going to go to bed now, goodnight,” you said, walking to your room.

“Goodnight! Good luck on your quiz!” she called.

Don’t misunderstand, Luna was an incredibly sweet girl, but at times she was a little…overbearing. She would always ask where you were going or where you had been all night, to which you couldn’t exactly respond with “I just finished ripping a man’s throat out with my bare hands” or “Stop being so damn nosey” without things getting awkward. You didn’t have the chance to interact with normal kids your age growing up in the academy as most of them were adolescents with lengthy records, so sharing a space with her was your first time dealing with a civilian you weren’t killing. Maybe it was normal for people to wash dishes for fun at 4 o’clock in the morning, maybe you were the strange one.

You unpacked your bag and washed off the blood from your kukri in your bathroom sink. If someone had to ask how many souls you had claimed with this knife alone, you would say three dozen, maybe four? The numbers were somewhere in Seokjin’s database, you would have to check one day.

You hid the knife along with 2 others in your bedroom, 1 in your bathroom, and 2 in your living room and kitchen, including a harpoon from a mission in Cambodia none of you talk about anymore. You liked to have all of your bases covered just in case. Ducking down, you strapped the kukri under your mattress and stuffed one of your many guns in a case in the back of your closet. All of your other weapons were kept in the four boys’ apartment down the street, being the safest place since they didn’t have any random roommates or RA’s to check their space.

Stripping out of your clothes, you dropped the layers that reeked of death and destruction onto the bathroom floor. You let the shower cover you, the way the water enveloped your skin comforting. It was a ritual of sorts, taking a hot shower after every mission with your favorite song playing in the background. It may have seemed silly to some, but it felt like you were washing away your unspeakable sins for the night.

_____________________

A sea full of students shuffled out of the building when 3 o’clock hit.

You were among them, brushing past the crowd of hormonal young adults as you walked to your destination. You didn’t get much sleep last night since your first class was at 8am, but you were used to running on only naps and coffee by now.

As you approached the fountain on the edge of the quad, you could see seven boys standing deep in conversation.

“But how could you just leave us like that?! We were stranded outside for hours until someone came and opened the door!” Jungkook yelled.

“Yeah and I had to write my essay on the lawn!” Taehyung said, crossing his arms as he pouted.

“Why didn’t you just climb the building to get to your room? You’re only on the 3rd floor,” asked Namjoon.

“Because Taehyung locked the window before we left and I didn’t have my glass cutter with me,” Jungkook replied.

“Not my problem,” Seokjin sang, “Oh here she is,” he said when you came into view.

“Finally, been waiting long enough,” Yoongi muttered.

“Oh shut up, like you have anything better to do,” you rolled your eyes, “How were classes?”

“Okay, got an A+ on my honors philosophy essay,” Namjoon said casually as you all walked.

“Wow only an A+? Not an A++ with three gold stars? I’m disappointed, I expected more from the boy genius,” Yoongi said sarcastically, making everyone hold in their snickers.

Namjoon was the squad leader and resident smart guy with an IQ to back it up. He was probably the only one that actually would have made it to college without the academy.

“Damn, Y/N, have you been doing squats?” Jimin asked. You turned to see him walking behind you, eyes glued to your ass in your leggings, “I knew your body was banging but goodness–”

You stopped in your tracks and back kicked him, making him walk into your foot as it landed square in his gut, “Quit being a perv.”

“–OW!! Feisty, I like it,” he groaned.

“Do you think we’re gonna have to miss class again for our next mission, Joon? I don’t know how many more times I can tell my professors I have a lacrosse game when I’ve never played a day in my life,” Hoseok mused.

While they tried to miss as few classes as possible, sometimes there was no way of avoiding it. They would come up with every excuse in the book, sports events, deaths in the family, illnesses, anything but the truth. The academy would forge notes for professors and usually it would be the end of it, but some needed a lot more convincing.

“I hope not. I only have one more absence left for most of my classes,” Namjoon answered.

“All of my past and future absences are excused now so I’m fine. I handled that situation all by myself, fair and square,” Jimin said proudly.

“‘Fair and square’ my ass, you slept with the Dean of Studies!” Hoseok erupted in disbelief.

Jimin shrugged, “Gotta do what I gotta do.”

“She’s married with two kids!”

“And? She’s hot too, it was worth it,” he moved to stand next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders, “You know you’re always number one in my heart, though, right? Just say the word and I’m all yours.”

Jimin was a professional flirt, charm and seduction his primary weapons of choice. Before the academy, he used to be a part of his city’s biggest street gang, terrorizing youths and anyone else that got in their way. He learned how to lure his targets, wooing girls and boys to get their trust before taking what he wanted. It wasn’t much different than what he did now, except he killed his victims after and got paid for it.

He was approached by academy representatives after one of his many stints at a youth correctional facility. He declined the first two offers, but after the third, and a promise for a better life, he left his gang and joined, going off the map forever.

Even once he was in the academy, things didn’t change much. The girls there were like sitting ducks, and he was in a buffet, taking his pickings as he pleased. While Jimin was used to having every girl he wanted at his fingertips, you were the first to ever tell him no. Now he made it his goal to annoy the hell out of you with sexual innuendos and his promise to “show you a good time”. Relationships between squad members were prohibited, but that didn’t stop Jimin from acting this way. He claimed it was all in fun, but you all knew that if you finally decided to give in to his advances he wouldn’t hesitate to jump at the opportunity.

Though, you had hooked up with one of the boys once during your training years in the academy. A secret none of the others knew about and a truth neither of you two ever spoke of again. Just the thought of Jimin’s face after finding out you had been with someone in the group other than him was almost worth telling the rest.

You neared a fork in the road, and you pushed Jimin’s hand off and began to walk away from the boys.

“Hey! Where are you going?” he asked.

“The gym. Why, you want to come?”

“No we’re going to the caf,” replied Hoseok.

“Well given how you got tackled by that 90 pound woman last night, maybe you should join me,” you said, making everyone burst out laughing.

“I was distracted!” Hoseok claimed.

“Whatever you say, I’ll catch you guys later,” you said as you turned to leave.

“Don’t forget!” Namjoon warned, “We have to do mission review and get our new assignment tonight at our place so don’t be late.”

You said your goodbyes as you made your way down the sidewalk and into the building. It was a high tech space with all of the newest equipment, three floors with a rock climbing wall and sauna to boot. You hadn’t been in a facility this nice since you left the academy. All of your tuition probably went into building it, but it was easily your favorite place on campus.

After climbing the stairs, you put in your earbuds as you started your time with the straight bar, curling the weight to the beat of the music. You were just getting into your groove when you felt eyes boring into you. Suddenly the neighboring space was occupied. There stood a boy with a baseball cap and a shirt that was too small. Tattoos covered one of his heavily muscled arms, and he leaned on the equipment as he looked you over.

You rolled your eyes.

Not this again.

Every time you came to the gym he would make an appearance, and it didn’t take long before he would approach you. He was one of Jimin’s asshole frat brothers, and just like him he didn’t give up easily.

Any second now he would start talking–

“Hey beautiful,” he said, beginning his normal spiel, “Need me to spot you?”

You ignored him, continuing your set.

“Ah, not much of a talker today I see. It’s cool, I’ll wait.”

He stayed like that for a minute, checking you out as you lifted the weights. After a while it became too much, and you wrapped up early and walked away.

“_______, wait up,” he said as he followed. He grabbed your arm and you turned around, looking between his hand and his face with raised eyebrows. He was clearly unaware of the damage you could do to that hand if you really wanted to, “Can I get your number now?”

You scoffed, “I already told you no the other ten times you asked, what makes you think I’d say yes now, Haneul?”

“Because of my rugged good looks?” he said with a smirk.

“Why don’t you stop skipping leg day and leave me the hell alone, alright?” you snatched your arm back and walked away.

Haneul would be lying if he said that didn’t sting, “That’s cool! I can always get it from Jimin. See you later, beautiful!”

You went into the nearest locker room and called the boy in question. He picked up on the first ring.

“What’s up, baby? Calling to finally take me up on that offer? You know I can give you the workout you need,” Jimin said suggestively as he ate. You could clearly hear Hoseok screaming in the background, or maybe he was laughing, it was always hard to tell.

“If you give my number to your meathead frat brother I’m going to kill you.”

“First of all, I’m pretty sure murdering me would be against squad code. And second…which one?”

“Haneul!” you whispered, trying to keep it down as people came in and out.

“Oh, him? He’s harmless,” Jimin insisted. He paused, seconds later breaking into laughter, “I literally just got a text from him asking for it.”

“Don’t.”

“What’s in it for me?” he asked.

“Being able to live.”

“You’re so mean to me sometimes, you know that?” he said, “But fine, I’ve got you.”

“Thanks,” you sighed, “Are all frat boys this thirsty?”

You could hear the shrug in his voice, “It’s just the culture.”

You hung up, leaning against the lockers in exasperation. Moments like these made you wonder how you even tolerated these boys.

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