My Bias Is My Enemy However, I Really Cannot Be That Mad At This Whole Thing. An Iconic Bestie Duo, My

My bias is my enemy 😩 However, I really cannot be that mad at this whole thing. An iconic bestie duo, my soulmate is tatted and pierced…I’ll take feuding with Jin.

Tagging @hyungieyoongi @moon-write because I NEED TO KNOW.

tagged by: @kimtaehyunq maggie the loveliest and @jimeanour baby manny! thank you guys ❤️

take this buzzfeed quiz that tells you your enemy, soulmate and best friend!

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it’s the dogs vs cats thingy, isn’t it?

it’s definitely the dog vs cats thingy.

HEY JIMIN YOURE LITERALLY ALLERGIC TO CATS, STOP BEING A DRAMATIC BISH :<

smh anyways.

sope as my soulmate and bff? 🥺 i think i’m settled for life 🥺

tagging: @opaljm @ressjeon @lavienvante @lavienjin @playmetheclassics @parkdatjimin @missgeniality @taegularities @chemicalpink

Ahhh thank you for the kind words!! And don’t tempt me with a follow up…Dae-Hyun is truly the WORST.

Mr. Roboto

-Pairing: Shadow Hacker!Jin x Criminal!reader

-Words: 8.7k

-Rating/Warnings: SFW, cursing, kidnapping, terrible family dynamics, theft, physical violence

-Author's Note: Here it is, my part of the Seven Tales Collab! Please check out the other authors' works: @moon-write, @alpacaparkaseok, @btsrunmylife, @sor-vette, @btsroyalwilds!

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“Just a little closer…”

The screen in front of Jin adjusts to show more of what looks like a rather complicated lock on a safe, the key based on patterns rather than the usual numeric system. He stretches his hands out in front of him, fingers intertwined while a small smirk makes its way across his face.

Easy.

“Jeon? You still with me?” He speaks into his headset, making sure the muscle behind the operation is ready to go.

“Yeah, what do I do?” The younger man’s voice crackles through Jin’s headphones.

“Stick some gloves on first, you don’t want fingerprints traced back to you. After, I want you to take your index finger and spell out the word ‘Tomorrow’ without picking your finger off the interface. The letter t needs to start from the bottom of the screen, not the top.”

There’s a pause over the headset and no movement occurs on the screen in front of Jin.

“Did you run the system that fast?”

“I hacked security footage earlier today…I couldn’t zoom in enough to get a clear picture of what they were actually spelling, but I’m 99% sure I’m right.” He doesn’t even bother hiding the smugness that creeps into his voice. By watching each person that had accessed the safe room and knowing the name of the company, he could make an educated guess of what they were spelling.

Tomorrow Inc.

Tomorrow.

Really, could they be any more obvious and dense? Would he ever be challenged?

Jin watches as Jeon Jungkook swiftly swipes the word ‘tomorrow’ into the system, a green light and a small beep indicating that the safe has been opened. Jungkook opens the door wide enough to slide into the room beyond.

“Okay, Jeon, you’re going to want to-”

“I’ve had about enough of your insistent buzzing in my ear, nerd. I got into the safe, you did your part. Goodbye.” The feed on the computer screen in front of Jin goes black, and all he hears is static.

“Jeon? Jeon?”

Jin grabs his headset and hurls it across the room, breaking it into pieces and growling out one expletive.

“You ASSHOLE!”

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Working with Jungkook scratches his team off Jin’s list…never again. He refused to work with incompetent assholes that thought they were better than him because they were all muscle. Without his expertise, they never would have been able to break into Tomorrow Inc. and steal…whatever the hell they were after. Jin didn’t care, and didn’t ask questions, as long as his salary was promptly wired over to him.

He dumped his headset in the trash and went to the storage closet, rummaging through it until he found a replica of the one he’d just tossed-one of about 25 sitting gathering dust. He smirked as he looked at them all…roughly 9.75 trillion won stacked in his closet, all because he tended to have a short temper when dealing with idiots who didn’t respect him. Rather like his family.

“Kim Seokjin, are you ever going to take this seriously?” His father looks at him across his desk while Jin slouches in a chair.

“Why should I? We both know Dae-Hyun is going to take over the business. He’s older.” A dark scowl colors the younger man’s face.

“Yes, but you still have a role to play. Dae-Hyun may be the future CEO, but you could easily be the CFO, or any other role you want to have.” Jin’s father pushes back from his desk and stands. “Please, just tell me you’ll think about it. And try.”

Jin’s scowl becomes etched deeper into his face. “I hate this company, and I want nothing to do with it.” He stands to leave, but as he grabs the door handle, Dae-Hyun strides in with a smug look on his face. “What do you want, oh perfect-brother-of-mine?”

Dae-Hyun claps a hand on his brother’s shoulder, forcefully steering him back to his seat.

“Oh, I think you’ll want to be here for this one, baby brother.” The smug look turns into a full on sneer.

“Father, did you know that our very own Kim Seokjin has been embezzling company funds into his own personal bank account?” Dae-Hyun crosses his arms over his broad chest, looking pleased with himself.

Jin pales, but not because he’s ashamed of what he’s done. He’s ashamed that he was discovered this easily, and by his dunce of an older brother. He’s also surprised that his father doesn’t look angry, just disappointed.

“Dae-Hyun, you know this means you won’t be able to take over Kim Enterprises just yet, yes? I’ll have to clean up the mess your brother made, and we’ll have to do a lot of work to get the company back up. Once the press gets hold of the news of embezzlement from within the family, there’s no telling what we’ll have to deal with.”

Dae-Hyun’s face falls, and it’s Jin’s turn to sneer.

“Pleased now, you giant suckup?”

His older brother moves as if to strike him across the face, but before he gets too far, their father is grasping him by the wrist. He looks sadly across the room at his youngest son.

“You’ve done enough, Seokjin. You need to leave.”

And that’s how Jin had ended up here…a hole in the wall apartment, eating ramyeon on the couch after being paid a cool two million won for assisting Jungkook’s team with whatever they were after. It wasn’t a bad life, honestly. The business world had bored him to tears, he wanted nothing to do with running his father’s company, and now he got the ultimate rush from helping crime organizations do their dirty work as their ‘man in the chair’. Sure, he’d broken all ties with his family, but he’d never been close with them in the first place. Being alone and having only one close friend to speak of was how he liked things.

His motto? High thrills, low risk.

And it didn’t hurt that the money he’d embezzled from his father’s company was still sitting in his bank account. That too.

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Meanwhile across town, you’ve received word that you’re being hired out by a large crime syndicate to help steal the newest art installation that’s about to open at the Hangaram Art Museum. You glance through your electronic dossier, skimming through to see what you’re after. You hope it’s something exciting, but it’s just some modern family relic of some sort that’s worth a ton because of how much the family’s worth. You’d much prefer something from the Impressionist period, but the syndicate’s paying you well, so you keep your mouth shut and accept what you’re given.

It seems like the team is small that they’ve put together…tiny, even. You’re used to working with snipers, musclemen, the works. But the only people working this case are you and some hacker dude they’ve hired to help take down the security system. Either they must think the job’s a piece of cake, or they want to keep things hush hush. You suppose you’ll find out when you case the joint the next day, with your partner on headset for an extra set of eyes on possible security setup.

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“Hello? Anyone there?” You tap on your earpiece made to look like headphones.

“Yeah, I’m here, stop tapping on the merchandise, it sounds ten times louder on my end!” A male’s irritated voice comes through the speaker, clear as day. However, you’re the only one able to hear it.

“Okay, mister grumpypants. Hands off the fancy tech. Got it. What’s your name, anyway? I always like to know who I’m working with.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? You haven’t told me your name,” he snaps.

“Touchy, touchy. Since you won’t tell me your name, you don’t get to know mine…I think that’s fair.”

You hear rustling on the other end, silence, and then finally he speaks up again.

“Don’t you people have codenames or something?”

“You people? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Up to this point, you’d enjoyed mildly aggravating this stranger on a headset you couldn’t see, but now it just felt like he was being difficult on purpose. How were you ever going to be able to work together if he wouldn’t even tell you his name?

“Like the people on the ground doing the dirty work, don’t you have a codename since you’re an agent for a crime org?”

You sigh, but then compose yourself. “You can call me Seurat.” Through your aggravation, a small smirk makes its way to your face.

“Seurat? Like the artist? Why?” You can imagine the man’s brows furrowing together in confusion.

“You ever watch the news? That was me who landed that piece last month.”

He gives a low whistle. “I’m impressed, Seurat. Call me Mr. Roboto.”

You can’t help the snort that comes flying out of your mouth, though you quickly attempt to turn it into a cough when fellow museum-goers start to look at you strangely.

“Do you have a problem with that?” The man’s voice drips with derision.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got some emotions under that hard exterior, Kilroy. I think I’ll stick to that as your name.”

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Jin pushes back from his monitor, exasperated. He had been initially excited to work on this new project-an art heist was new for him, and he welcomed the challenge. What he wasn’t expecting was to be paired with a partner who ran incessant commentary about every single thing she looked at, asked a ton of questions, and just generally was annoying.

First she insisted on calling him Kilroy, then she gave him a running art history lesson on Impressionism, finally going downstairs to where the art installation would be.

From what he could tell, security was pretty tight. Any back storage rooms would have keycard access, and from the brief sweep past the security desk you had managed, it also looked like there was some sort of numerical keypad coding and handprint scan behind the keycard swipe.

Why had the org who hired him only put two people in charge of the project when from his calculations, five would be reasonable, if not more? He sets his questions aside as he’s distracted by a loud buzzing sound coming from the burner phone he’d been provided by the company as a means to communicate with his partner outside of when she was in the museum.

Unknown (7:35 PM): Hey Kilroy, it’s Seurat.

Jin laughs quietly at your nicknames for each other, though he’d never tell you he thought you were funny…he somehow just knew he’d never hear the end of it if he did.

He sends off a response, wondering what’s prompted you to text him in the first place.

7:39 PM: You are the only one who has this number, so I used my big brain to figure out who it was. Do you need something?

Seurat (7:45 PM): Not really. Just thought I’d bother you until you actually told me your name.

7:51 PM: Nice try, but no. Did you manage to figure out a way to get into that fancy gala they’re having in a few days?

Seurat (8:03 PM): Leave it to me, pretty boy…I’ll just bat my lashes and get us right in the door.

Jin shakes his head and rolls his eyes, the tips of his ears turning red from your words.

8:09 PM: You think I’m pretty?

He sends off his response before he can overthink it too much.

Seurat (8:17 PM): I can only imagine based on your voice, I’m sure you’ve got tons of ladies just begging for your attention…

Jin’s ears may emit steam with how red they are at this point, and he’s thoroughly embarrassed.

Seurat (8:19 PM): I mean…who doesn’t want a guy who doesn’t ever see the light of day and refuses to tell anyone his name? Sign me up!

8:23 PM: Screw you.

He tosses his phone away, annoyed with the whole conversation. How had she figured out how to get under his skin so quickly?

As he watches tv and later gets ready for bed, he finds himself mulling over what you had said. So what, he never left the house and didn’t tell you his name? What had you done to earn that?

Something about your easy manner and the way you took his attitude in stride made him feel bad about how he had responded to you. He grabs his phone, types out a text and turns his phone on silent to hopefully, finally, get some sleep.

11:52 PM: …you can call me Jin.

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You look yourself over in the mirror and frown. You hated the way you looked, way too fancy and it all felt a bit ridiculous, to be honest. Sneaking your way into upper-crust society events was your least favorite part of your job. Dresses and heels made it much harder to move through a space, figuring out where important documents were held, what kind of security systems were in place, and who was guarding what. Nevertheless, you adjusted the long sleeves of your black gown and made sure you weren’t showing too much leg or cleavage. Another thing you hated about dressing up…it always brought more attention to your body than you were used to.

As a final touch, you slide on a pair of silver drop earrings with a matching cuff running up the side of your ear. Little did everyone else know, your audio feed was linked up in the cuffs, especially designed for you by the organization you were working for. You also had a silver necklace to match, a miniscule high tech camera installed. Sometimes it paid (literally) to work for people that seemed to have bottomless pockets.

You tap on the side of your cuff when you hear a slightly staticky sound.

“Jin, is that you?”

“Good guess.” You smile at his humor, glad that his camera feed hasn’t been turned on yet to see your amusement. “Are you decent, can I see what’s going on yet?”

“Hang on just a sec…” You swipe on a quick coat of red lipstick and back away from the mirror, ready to head out to the museum. “You’re good.”

Jin activates his camera system from his desktop, and as the room comes into view, lets out a low whistle that he hopes you can’t hear.

“...hello? Did the audio feed go out? I can’t hear you.” You frown at your reflection, hoping there hasn’t been a technology malfunction.

“I’m…here,” Jin replies, dry mouth induced by his surprise.

“Are you okay? You sound weird.”

“I’m okay. You look…amazing.” The end of his statement is much quieter than the start, and you find yourself flustered.

“Oh, I-thank you. See, you do have feelings buried somewhere deep down, Kilroy. I knew it.”

“That’s what you think…just keeping you on your toes, Seurat. Now, don’t we have a gala to get to?”

You nod curtly, grabbing a clutch and heading out the door. It’s a short car ride downtown to the museum, and before you know it, you’re entering through the doors you had just been through a few days prior. Except this time, you’re playing the part of a wealthy heiress interested in being a benefactor to the local art scene.

“How’s it looking?” Jin’s voice grounds you back in reality.

“The usual…rich assholes who think they own the whole city. Normal security detail, surprisingly. Only addition is a bouncer letting people in, but he looks pretty easy to take down. I could probably flirt him into letting me see the back rooms, to be honest.”

Jin grumbles in reply.

“What?”

“Do you flirt with everyone to get what you want?” You can almost see the look of disdain on his face. If you happened to know what his face even looked like…you’d have to settle for your imagination, you supposed.

“Why, does that bother you, pretty boy?” You smirk, knowing you’ve found a way under his skin again.

“Just stick to what we came here for, please…the exhibit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” You pick up the hem of your dress to make your way to the bottom floor of the museum, and immediately see a crowd of people around the center of the room. Squeezing your way through with a series of polite ‘excuse me’s, you finally arrive at the front of the crowd, gathered and staring at the piece that you’d come to collect. Placed in the center of a thick glass casing, small spotlights trained on it as it spins slowly within the case. Inside is a dainty gold locket, with some sort of crest engraved on it. You move as close as the surrounding stanchions will allow to read a small plaque in front of the case.

“Generously donated by the Kim family.” You read out the inscription, partially for Jin’s benefit, but partially because you can’t believe that this is all you’re after. A tiny golden locket…couldn’t anyone go buy one of these at a jewelry store and get their own crest engraved on it? Who were the Kim family and why were they that important?

“Shit.”

Jin’s voice seems too loud in your ears, bringing you out of your own head and back into the present. You step away from the crowd so you can have a conversation without looking completely out of your mind.

“What? Do you know something I don’t know?”

Jin swallows thickly. You had just shown him that the art piece that you were after was his family’s prized heirloom that had been gifted by his grandfather to his grandmother when they were married. But you didn’t know that he was part of the Kim family. He didn’t want you to know…he didn’t even want to be a part of the family himself sometimes. The locket had been in his family for years, though. What did your organization want with it? You clearly didn’t know, so it wasn’t worth asking. He’d just have to suck it up and go along with it.

He clears his throat. “Not particularly, just that they’re wealthy and own almost a third of Seoul, it seems like.”

“Ah, so that’s why they’re after it. If they’re worth that much, I’m sure they’d pay a ton to get it back.” Jin mumbles his agreement, but seems more distant than before. Your thoughts are interrupted when you notice a previous client who’d hired you out staring at you from across the room.

“Jin, I’ve got to get out. I can’t snoop around, I’ve been spotted.” You’re whispering fiercely as you stride across the room, just fast enough to not raise suspicion.

“What do you mean, spotted? None of these people know who you are, as far as they’re concerned, you’re some heiress who loves art.”

You start breathing harder as you rush up the stairs, taking two at a time. “You don’t understand…I saw a previous client. I’ve worked for him before, but he’s dangerous. Once I finished his job, I refused to ever work for him again, but he wasn’t happy about it. I’m not sticking around to see if he’ll take me up on his threat against me.”

“His threat? What did he say to you?” You can hear Jin’s voice go sharp, concerned but with what sounds like a touch of anger bubbling underneath the surface.

“Don’t worry about it, Kilroy, it’s none of your concern. I can handle it.” By this point, you’ ve slid into the front seat of your car and are starting the ignition, rattled by the fact that you ran into your client unexpectedly.

“It is definitely my business if my partner is under threat from some hot-headed rich guy who thinks just because he has money, he can threaten her.” Jin’s voice is an octave deeper than normal at this point, deathly serious and sending shivers down your spine.

“Jin, it’s okay. I’ve got it handled. Really.” Your voice is quiet and reassuring, calming him down, at least somewhat.

“Okay, if you’re sure. I’m just saying, I can be more than the man in the chair if you need me to be. Let me know when you get home, I want to make sure you’re safe,” he breathes.

“I will,” you promise. The rest of the drive passes quickly, and soon enough, you’re opening your front door and collapsing onto your bed. You don’t even bother taking off your fancy clothes, only taking off your necklace and earrings. You shoot off a text to Jin, letting him know that you’re back in your apartment. To your surprise, he calls you in return.

“...hey. I just wanted to hear your voice say you were okay.” Even though you can’t see him, Jin flushes a bright pink and rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

You can’t help but smile at his concern. “Yeah, I’m okay. I made it back to my apartment. Didn’t even bother changing into pajamas before I flopped on the bed,” you laugh. There’s a short silence where neither of you says anything.

“You really did look beautiful tonight, you know. I wish I could have been there with you.”

Another silence.

“I wish you could have been too,” you reply with a shy smile that Jin can’t see, but he can tell is there.

“Can I ask you a question?” You hum in response, encouraging him to continue. “You know my name is Jin, but…what’s yours?” You can’t help but laugh at the simple question, surprised that’s what he’s asking.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Pretty,” he murmurs, then yawns.

“You sound like you need to go to bed, Jinnie. Too much action for the man in the chair for one night.” You chuckle, looking over to your alarm clock which only reads 11:30PM.

“I told you, I can be more than the man in the chair if you need me to be. But as it happens, I am tired, you’re right. I’ll check in tomorrow with you?” Jin pushes back from his computer, standing and stretching.

“I’d like that,” you respond, before drifting off to sleep still in your dress.

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You awake the next morning to a knock on your door. You’re confused, because next to no one knows where you live, and you weren’t expecting anyone. You stumble bleary-eyed to the door, peeking through the peephole and you see nothing. It’s then that you look down and realize you still have your dress on from last night, though now it’s full of wrinkles from sleeping in it.

You open the door cautiously, and still seeing no one, open it wider and see a bag sitting on the ground with your name on the receipt attached to it. As you pick it up, you notice an iced coffee sitting behind it. You quickly take the items into your dining room and examine the contents…a breakfast sandwich piled high with toppings and a side of hashbrowns. The coffee turns out to be an iced vanilla latte, your favorite. All of a sudden, your burner phone buzzes loudly against the table.

Jin (9:47 AM): Did you get my present?

9:51 AM: I did…how did you guess about the vanilla latte?

Jin (9:54 AM): I didn’t guess, I figured it out. Just like I figured out where to send the delivery boy.

9:57 AM: By figure out, you mean hacked. You hacked me.

Jin (10:00 AM): It’s my job, sweetheart.

10:04 AM: Aw, have we moved from nicknames to pet names?

Jin (10:06 AM): I told you I would check in with you, so I did. Enjoy breakfast. :)

10:10 AM: A hacker with a heart…I think you might be the sweetheart here, Jin.

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“Are you serious?” Jin’s friend Jimin looks at him from across his living room, disbelief all over his face. “You’re telling me this is how you talk to each other, and you’re asking me to tell you what’s going on?” He tosses Jin’s burner phone to him.

“What do you mean? Yes, I’m asking you to tell me what’s going on, it’s weird. When I get hired for other jobs, it’s not like this.”

Jimin scoffs. “For a hacker, you are incredibly stupid…you should really get out more. See the sky. Breathe more than this stale gross air that smells like the ramyeon you ate last. I may be a back alley thief, but at least I can tell when a girl likes me.” He settles back into his chair smirking at Jin.

“No she doesn’t. She doesn’t even know me, we’re partners, that’s it.” Jin crosses his arms over his chest, a frown painted on his face.

“If you say so. She’s flirting with you, you’re flirting with her…you never tell people your name, and you bought her breakfast? You’ve got it bad and so does she. Just tell her. I mean, wait until she’s got whatever you’re after, and then tell her. You can be the modern day Bonnie and Clyde if you want.” Jimin shrugs nonchalantly.

The frown starts to slip as Jin thinks over Jimin’s words. What if he did like her? Then what?

“We need to focus on getting the installation out, that’s all we can afford to do.”

“And then?”

“...and then…I’ll think about what you said. How I feel.” Jin shudders at the thought of losing control of his emotions, unaware that he’s already started to slip.

A catlike grin makes its way across Jimin’s face as he stands up to leave.

“So much for low risk, high reward,” he laughs as he closes the door, leaving Jin to sit in his confusion.

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The next few days pass slowly, the two of you each preparing for the big break-in and theft. Jin spends hours poring over security footage, you spend time scouring blueprints of the museum, marking entry and exit points.

When the day arrives (or rather the night, you supposed), you make your way across town, parking several blocks away. According to the plan you’d created, the alarm system wouldn’t even trip, granting you plenty of time to get back to the car without arousing suspicion.

“Seurat, you there?” Jin’s voice rings clear in your ear, and you can tell he’s excited.

“Present.” You can’t help the giddy tone in your own voice-this was what you lived for, the thrill of the actual act. It didn’t hurt that your partner and you were closer than you were used to, just someone to share in the excitement.

“Okay, so I’m finishing up work on the main security system right now. By the time you get to the front doors, it’ll be set up where you have about a minute to get inside where the alarm will be disabled. I’ll erase that minute of footage where it just looks like a tech glitch for their records. Once you get in, head downstairs. There’s a keyswipe, but if you pick the lock on the security guard’s desk, you should be able to find a spare. Swipe in, then you’ll find the keypad. Code’s 61313. Last is the handprint scan. Luckily for us and stupidly for them, they used a newer software that hasn’t been on the market long, which means they haven’t had time to figure out how hackers like me can bypass it. I’ve logged into the software and found a way to get around it. When you get to the scanner, just let me know and I’ll code green it for you.”

Jin doesn’t bother hiding the smugness in his voice, and you can’t help but find his show of intelligence attractive.

“Anything else, genius partner of mine?”

“The locket should be pretty simple to lift once you get past the handprint scan. They kept it in the same case it was in the other night for the gala since they’re still working on the installation for the public. Little do they know when they go to move it tomorrow, it’ll be mysteriously missing due to the prettiest little thief I know.”

You roll your eyes even as your cheeks color. “I’m the only thief you know, really.”

“Incorrect, but that’s another story for another time. Any questions before we get started?”

By this point, you’re closing in on the museum. No lights, no cars in the parking lot, nothing.

“I’m good…I’ll keep you updated as we go along,” you whisper as you edge along the side of the building, out of the sightline of the camera trained on the entrance.

“Okay…here we go…alarm disabled in 3…2…1. Go!” Jin hisses, and you sprint for the door, opening it as little as possible and sliding through.

“I’m in, heading for the security desk.” You make your way past the foyer and around a corner to the main security desk, hoisting yourself over. You immediately drop to your knees to get better access to the bottommost drawer, taking a bobby pin out of your hair to pick the lock. After a few minutes, you hear the lock click, and you slide the drawer open to see files, miscellaneous personal items, and museum guides. As you sift through papers, you finally find what you’re looking for-a spare keycard at the bottom of the drawer.

“Bingo.”

“You got the keycard?”

“Sure did, and all I needed was a bobby pin.” You grin in triumph as you swipe the keycard up, closing the drawer.

“You’re erased from camera footage from the entrance. I’ll work on the other cameras while you do the dirty work.”

“The dirty work is the most fun, you should try it sometime,” you tease, hearing Jin laugh through your earpiece.

“Maybe next time I can join you…we can steal a Banksy, I’m sure he’d love that.”

“Next time?” You can feel your heart race a little faster, and you know it’s not only because you’re breaking and entering.

“If that’s okay with you…I may have gotten ahead of myself.” Jin’s voice is much quieter than usual, and he sounds unsure of himself.

“I’d like that,” you smile, hoping he can hear your expression through your words.

During this exchange, you’ve made your way downstairs, and typed the code 61313 into the keypad to the back storage rooms. In front of you is the dreaded hand scan. You’ve usually had to pull fingerprints from people to get past these, and no hacker you’ve worked with has been able to work the software.

“Okay, I’m here at the scan. Work your magic.”

There’s a brief silence on the other end, and you can hear lots of typing, and Jin mutters a curse word. More typing. Silence.

“Abracadabra.”

The scanner in front of you lights up green and the door unlocks. You slide in, in mild disbelief that your partner was so easily able to work the system.

“Nice work, we’re in!” you exclaim, albeit in a hushed tone. You move towards the center of the room, where the locket is held under that same glass case. As you come closer, you let out a low whistle. The piece of jewelry is more stunning than you had thought, the engraving intricate and detailed. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

There’s a silence on the other end that doesn’t feel like the previous one. “Jin? You there?”

Nothing.

“...Kilroy?”

Something was wrong, you could tell.

Little did you know just how wrong things could get.

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Jin slowly opens his eyes to a splitting headache, though there’s not much light in the room he’s sitting in. One minute he had been monitoring your progress via security camera footage, the next there had been a loud banging noise and he had been knocked out cold. Wherever he was now, it certainly wasn’t his apartment.

As he looks around, he notices a large wall of monitors that are all blank. He’s ziptied to a chair, the plastic rubbing too tight against his wrists. There’s no one else in the room…that is, until a large metal door opens across the room and a large man dressed in all black comes in.

“Pretty boy’s awake now, hmm?” The man laughs, leaning down in front of Jin as he draws close. “It was way too easy to find out where you live.”

Jin struggles against his restraints, but they won’t budge. “Who are you?” he spits harshly, glaring at the man in front of him. “What do you want?”

“It’s not what I want, now is it? You just stuck your nose in the wrong place, coming after the Kim family locket…the boss isn’t going to be happy about this.” The man smiles coldly.

“Who’s your boss? And why do they care so much about the locket?” Jin pulls his wrists up the chair column they’re wrapped around, tugging them towards himself in hopes of loosening the ties.

The man in front of him frowns, grabbing Jin’s chin and forcing him to look into his eyes. “Why don’t you just…relax?” Jin is suddenly falling sideways onto the floor, nothing to break his impact. A large crack works its way across the left lens of his glasses, making it even harder to see anything in the darkened room.

A low pitched laugh suddenly comes from by the door, and a second man starts to walk towards Jin.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Jin manages to choke out, even in his position on the floor.

“Pick him up.” The larger man scrambles to upright the chair with Jin still attached. “Better.” The newcomer’s voice is soft, cold, and dangerous. Jin still can’t make out what he looks like, as his face is still in the shadows. He is wearing a suit though, which means this must be ‘the boss’ that the other guy had mentioned.

“What do you want?!” Jin repeats, his voice louder and filled with a false bravado.

The man steps forward into the light, a menacing sneer on his face.

“You, baby brother. You’ve been the plan all along.”

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Jin’s eyes go wide. “Dae-Hyun? What?”

“Ever so eloquent, weren’t you? Yes, it’s me. My men kidnapped you and brought you here. Can’t go doing the dirty work myself.” The older man picks at his fingernails as if bored.

“So what do you want from me? You can’t be after the locket, seeing as you probably donated it yourself…worried more about money than family, no doubt,” Jin seethes.

Dae-Hyun tsks as he draws closer to Jin. “Are we that different? You left the family behind, and for what? To be a criminal? Disappointing.”

Jin rolls his eyes. “So this is what this is about? Revenge for not being able to take over the company when you wanted?” He laughs derisively. “What are you going to do, kill me?”

“Oh no, that’s much too boring, you wouldn’t be missed. Father already thinks you’re dead anyway since you disappeared and never showed your face again. I’m going to ruin your life.”

Dae-Hyun leans in, eyes glinting with a sort of madness. He reaches into the pocket of his dress pants and pulls out a small device. With a click, the wall of monitors lights up. At first, Jin can’t tell what he’s looking at because of the crack in his glasses, but as he squints, the image becomes clear.

It’s you. Endless loops of footage, all of you. The entrance to your apartment. The food he sent. Breaking into the museum. The gala. The first time you’d ever talked, wandering through the museum.

Jin’s eyes grow wide and his mouth goes dry. “How did you…?”

“Your lovely little accomplice used to work for me, back when I needed a little help getting to the top. She was quite handy, you know. Once she’d fulfilled her contract, she refused to ever work for me again…something along the lines of ‘you’re ruthless, you’d do anything to get what you want’. Since when is that a bad thing? So once I saw her at the gala, I knew she must have been hired to steal the locket…and lo and behold, my men pulled footage and saw her casing the museum a few days prior. And once we started following her and listening in on her conversations, what a pleasant surprise when I figured out that she was working with my dear baby brother, the family’s biggest disappointment.”

There’s nothing more that Jin wants in that moment than to punch Dae-Hyun in the face, but instead he uselessly tugs at his restraints as he goes red in the face.

Dae-Hyun chuckles darkly as he begins to circle around Jin. “But you know what the best part was?” He lowers his voice as he whispers in Jin’s ear. “When I realized that you had become more than partners…you care about her.”

“Leave her alone!” Jin’s voice wavers through the room, higher pitched than he intended.

“Leave her alone!” comes Dae-Hyun’s mocking voice from behind him. “No, I don’t think I will, brother. You see, you’ve been ruining my life since the day you were born…so I think it’s my turn to ruin yours. Say goodbye to your little girlfriend.” He looks over to the man who had tied Jin up. “Give the signal, it’s time to finish her.” A large grin takes over his face as he steps over to the door, following the boss’s orders.

As he opens the steel door, he’s met with an unexpected guest.

“Finish me? And here I was thinking we were just getting started.”

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You push your way past the large man in black standing in front of you, who’s too stunned to try and stop you.

You stop in front of Dae-Hyun, a scowl painted on your face. “Somehow I’m not surprised you’re behind this.”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N. A pleasure, truly.” The man moves toward you, and you take several steps backwards. Though he may seem physically nonthreatening, you know better from your previous work with him that he's dangerous.

As Dae-Hyun comes further out of the shadows, your face falls as you notice Jin. You had hoped that your first time meeting would be under more pleasant circumstances, not while he was tied to a chair, broken glasses and cuts across his hands and cheeks. Even while wounded, you can’t help but notice how handsome he is shining through all the scrapes and bruises, which causes a small smile to work its way onto your face. You attempt to move closer, but you’re stopped by Dae-Hyun’s hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

You try to slip out of his grasp, but he digs his fingers into your skin and turns you to face him. “You two really are pathetic, you know that?” His words drip with derision.

“What do you want with him?” You demand in return, ignoring his initial comment. Dae-Hyun looks from you to Jin, his face slowly lighting up into a deranged grin.

“She doesn’t know?” He’s looking directly at Jin, who almost imperceptibly shakes his head.

A loud, barking laugh erupts from Dae-Hyun’s chest. “What an unexpected surprise…you see, Jin here is the one and only Kim Seokjin. My disappointing excuse for a younger brother.”

It’s your turn to look between the two men. “What?” you breathe out in disbelief. You train your attention on Jin, who can’t seem to hold eye contact with you for more than a few seconds.

“It’s true.” He’s looking at the ground.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Enough of this.” Dae-Hyun jerks you toward him, away from Jin. You trip from the force of it, almost falling on the floor. He nods towards the man guarding the door, motioning for him to leave. “I want to be the one to ruin your life, baby brother. I want to watch your spirit be destroyed.” The man in black walks out, locking the door behind him.

Dae-Hyun reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pistol. Both yours and Jin’s eyes go wide, and Dae-Hyun uses your shock to pull your arms behind your back, restraining you from moving.

“Brother, please…don’t do this. I’m sorry I kept you from taking over the company. You don’t need to kill her, she hasn’t done anything to you!” Jin’s voice is pleading, his arms fighting uselessly to be released from their restraints.

“You should have thought about that before you stuck your nose where it didn’t belong…say goodbye, Seokjin.”

Just as Dae-Hyun goes to cock his pistol, you use his momentary distraction to your advantage. You leverage your weight into your elbow and strike his diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him. As he doubles over, you pick up your foot and land a swift kick into the side of his head. The force of the kick propels Dae-Hyun backwards and as his body falls, there’s a loud crack as his head hits the concrete floor.

You rush over to Jin once you see that Dae-Hyun is no longer moving, reaching for your belt and grabbing a knife. Flipping it open, you make quick work of the zipties binding Jin’s wrists. He wraps his hands around bright red marks, creating friction to restart circulation, before standing up and rushing around the chair that’s between you. Before you can think to say anything, he’s wrapped you in his arms and your face is buried in his chest.

“He was going to kill you…he found out that you were gonna steal it…that we were working together.” Jin’s voice vibrates through his chest to you, his breath ragged. You pull back to see a few errant tears making their way down his cheeks, which he quickly swipes away using the sleeve of his sweater.

“Hey, hey…Kilroy, I’m fine, it’s okay. They didn’t get me, but more importantly, they didn’t get you.” You reach up to his face, your fingers ghosting over his wounds. Even the gentlest of touches makes him wince, looking down at the floor. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He nods, before looking over at his brother, who’s still laying on the floor, a puddle of blood forming under his head.

“Is he…?” Jin can’t quite bring himself to finish the question. He hated Dae-Hyun, but even he didn’t want him dead.

You step gingerly over to Dae-Hyun, bringing your fingers down to his pulse point. It’s faint, but you can just make out a heartbeat. “He’s alive. He needs to go to a hospital though, and soon.” You reach into your pocket, pulling out your burner phone and making a quick call to 911 to make sure they know where to find the man who had tried to end your life fifteen minutes before.

“They’re on their way, now let’s go. We don’t need anyone asking us why we’re in a crime lord’s comms room.” Jin chokes out a laugh. “Come on.” You hold out your hand to the man in front of you, and he hesitates.

“I’m sorry.” You quirk a brow in confusion. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it was my family’s locket. I’m sorry you got wrapped up in this mess with my brother, and it put you in danger.”

“Jin…it’s not your fault.” You give him a soft look laced with concern. “Come on.” This time, he grabs your hand, fingers interlocking with your own.

“What will be your fault is if we get caught here…let’s avoid that, shall we?” He laughs, and the two of you race down a side corridor that you had discovered earlier, avoiding any further mishaps with Dae-Hyun’s goons or the first responders that were en route to the scene.

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A short car ride later, you’re leading Jin into your apartment, making sure you’re not being followed. He makes sure to remove the camera that had been recording your front door-because he knew there was one, it had been extremely easy for him to spot it once he looked. It made him feel guilty all over again, knowing his brother had been watching you for a month, possibly more.

“Earth to Jin…hello in there.” You wave your hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his own thoughts. “I know you’re feeling bad again, so let me just explain a few things. Sit down, I’ll make us some tea.”

Jin plops down on your sofa, feeling relief to not be against a metal chair. A few minutes later, you’re bringing over two steaming mugs. You hand one to him before sitting down beside him.

“I knew Dae-Hyun was watching me, and I let it happen.” Jin’s mouth drops open in surprise.

“W-what? How?” You smile ruefully and continue.

“I’d worked with him before, so I knew it was probably a matter of time before he had me followed. He doesn’t like being told no.”

Jin snorts into his tea. “You could say that.”

“What I didn’t know is that the locket I was supposed to steal belonged to his family. And I most certainly didn’t know that I was working with his brother…you know, you’re much more fun than he made you out to be when I worked for him. Cuter, too.”

Jin’s ears go pink.

“Anyway, once I saw him at the gala, I knew he was keeping an eye on me. I started to notice his guys trailing me as well…they thought they were slick, but when you’ve worked in the crime world this long, you see the signs. When the line went dead after I got into the safe room, I knew something was wrong, and I put the pieces together and Dae-Hyun was at the center of it. So I snuck in and rescued you.” You can’t help the triumphant grin that sits on your face.

“What I can’t figure out is…why was he threatening you with killing me? Wouldn’t it make more sense to either just go after me or just go after you if he wanted familial revenge, or whatever he was going on about?”

Jin’s ears are flaming red by this point, and the color is starting to creep across his cheeks as well. “Well, um…you see….” He’s looking everywhere in your apartment but at you.

“What? I see what?” Jin buries his face in his hands, dragging them across his features as he looks back up at you.

“He threatened you because he knew that’s what would hurt me the most.”

It’s your turn to be flustered now as Jin continues.

“I dropped off the face of the earth a long time ago after I embezzled money from my father’s company. Dae-Hyun was supposed to inherit the company, but I slowed that process down because the company had to deal with the press field day that happened after the news broke that I stole from my own family. So I left. Became a hacker. Apparently my family thinks I’m dead, according to Dae-Hyun. More likely he told them I died.” Jin’s eyes flash with rage, before returning to normal. “Long story short, I’m nothing to them. I have one friend who’s a petty thief. No one would care if I disappeared. So he figured out…that I cared about you. About what happened to you. And if you were killed because of me…” His face contorts with guilt, his eyes glossing over. “...I would never be able to forgive myself.”

“Oh, Jin,” you reach out, pulling him to you in a tight embrace. After a few moments, you pull back, making sure he’s looking you in the eyes. “First off, I would care very much if you disappeared, so that’s not allowed. Secondly, your brother is a complete asshole. I think you know that already, but just for the record. And third…”

You place your hands on either side of his face, gently running your thumbs across his cheeks, careful to avoid his injuries.

“I care about you too. What happens to you matters so much to me. In fact, it’s taking everything in me to stop myself from immediately rushing you to the bathroom to clean off all your scratches right now.” Jin lets out a breathy laugh, covering your hands with his own.

“Would it be okay if we did that right now?” You laugh as well, nodding and holding your hand out. He grabs it, relishing in the warmth he feels from both your actions and your words.

Once you reach the bathroom, you make him sit on the counter, making him closer to your height. From this angle, you can see just how deep some of his cuts are. You slide his glasses off, placing them on the counter and pull out antiseptic and bandages.

“You know this is going to sting, right?”

“I’m a big boy, Seurat. I’ve got-agh!” Jin lets out a groan as you press the soaked cotton pad onto his cheek.

“I thought you were a big boy, Kilroy?” You smirk while placing bandaging across the area you’d just cleaned.

“You play dirty, that wasn’t very fair!” Jin pouts.

“I do the dirty work, remember? I thought you said you would join me one day.”

You can’t quite place the look Jin gives you, but as you lean in to inspect your handiwork, you suddenly feel his hand on your waist. You glance down, and as your gaze returns to the man in front of you, he’s a lot closer than he was before.

“I’ll join you every day, if you’ll let me.” And with that, Jin is leaning even closer, his lips ghosting over your own in the lightest of kisses. As he pulls back, you chase his movements as if your body has a mind of its own, your mouth inviting him into a deeper kiss. You can feel him sigh into it, his other hand gripping the other side of your waist, fingers digging into your skin on both sides. His teeth pull at your bottom lip, and you let an involuntary groan. Just as he’s gathering your shirt in his hands and making to remove it from your body, you draw back.

“Every day, hmm?”

Jin nods, eyes blown out.

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time then. You’ve got to earn your place in my inner circle…not just anyone can pull off what I do.” You reach into your pocket, and show him the golden chain hanging from your fingers.

“Is that…?” He gasps as you nod in affirmation.

“But how?!”

“I never leave a job unfinished,” you grin. Jin suddenly captures your lips in another kiss, though this one is short and sweet.

“May I?” He holds out his hand for the locket, and you give it over. To your surprise, he moves behind you and fastens the clasp around your neck. He leans close, whispering in your ear.

“Beautiful.”

“Jin, no, this is your family’s, I can’t wear this!” you protest, moving to unclasp the necklace. He closes his hand around yours, stopping you.

“Yes, it’s my family’s. I am a part of my family, and I’m giving it to you. I’m certainly not giving it back to Dae-Hyun, he can rot in jail for all I’m concerned.”

“Are you sure?” Jin nods emphatically, and you smile in response. “Well…thank you. It’s very pretty.”

“Just like you.” At his words, you find yourself getting shy, but you manage a witty retort anyway.

“I knew there were feelings buried in there somewhere, Kilroy.”

Jin smiles. “Yeah, yeah…you know, my motto for the longest has been ‘low risk, high thrills’. Hiding myself behind a wall of technology and sarcasm. But you changed that…you were high risk. Dangerous.”

You move closer. “Dangerous, huh?” Your fingers dance up his tattered sleeves, making their way into his hair at the nape of his neck. Jin hums in response, drawing you to him for another kiss.

“But now…” His lips grace your temple.

“...I think…” Your cheek.

“...high risk…” Your jawline.

“...high thrills…” Your neck.

“...might be the way to go.”

He lands a final kiss on your lips, taking your breath away.

“So what do you say, Seurat? Partners in crime?”

You can’t help the smile that overtakes your face as you nod at Jin, who immediately breaks out into a grin even wider than your own.

“Okay, Mr. Roboto…deal.”

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“Just a little closer…”

The screen in front of Jin adjusts to show more of what looks like a rather complicated lock on a safe, the key based on patterns rather than the usual numeric system. He stretches his hands out in front of him, fingers intertwined while a small smirk makes its way across his face.

Easy.

“Jeon? You still with me?” He speaks into his headset, making sure the muscle behind the operation is ready to go.

“Yeah, what do I do?” The younger man’s voice crackles through Jin’s headphones.

“Stick some gloves on first, you don’t want fingerprints traced back to you. After, I want you to take your index finger and spell out the word ‘Tomorrow’ without picking your finger off the interface. The letter t needs to start from the bottom of the screen, not the top.”

There’s a pause over the headset and no movement occurs on the screen in front of Jin.

“Did you run the system that fast?”

“I hacked security footage earlier today…I couldn’t zoom in enough to get a clear picture of what they were actually spelling, but I’m 99% sure I’m right.” He doesn’t even bother hiding the smugness that creeps into his voice. By watching each person that had accessed the safe room and knowing the name of the company, he could make an educated guess of what they were spelling.

Tomorrow Inc.

Tomorrow.

Really, could they be any more obvious and dense? Would he ever be challenged?

Jin watches as Jeon Jungkook swiftly swipes the word ‘tomorrow’ into the system, a green light and a small beep indicating that the safe has been opened. Jungkook opens the door wide enough to slide into the room beyond.

“Okay, Jeon, you’re going to want to-”

“I’ve had about enough of your insistent buzzing in my ear, nerd. I got into the safe, you did your part. Goodbye.” The feed on the computer screen in front of Jin goes black, and all he hears is static.

“Jeon? Jeon?”

Jin grabs his headset and hurls it across the room, breaking it into pieces and growling out one expletive.

“You ASSHOLE!”

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Working with Jungkook scratches his team off Jin’s list…never again. He refused to work with incompetent assholes that thought they were better than him because they were all muscle. Without his expertise, they never would have been able to break into Tomorrow Inc. and steal…whatever the hell they were after. Jin didn’t care, and didn’t ask questions, as long as his salary was promptly wired over to him.

He dumped his headset in the trash and went to the storage closet, rummaging through it until he found a replica of the one he’d just tossed-one of about 25 sitting gathering dust. He smirked as he looked at them all…roughly 9.75 trillion won stacked in his closet, all because he tended to have a short temper when dealing with idiots who didn’t respect him. Rather like his family.

“Kim Seokjin, are you ever going to take this seriously?” His father looks at him across his desk while Jin slouches in a chair.

“Why should I? We both know Dae-Hyun is going to take over the business. He’s older.” A dark scowl colors the younger man’s face.

“Yes, but you still have a role to play. Dae-Hyun may be the future CEO, but you could easily be the CFO, or any other role you want to have.” Jin’s father pushes back from his desk and stands. “Please, just tell me you’ll think about it. And try.”

Jin’s scowl becomes etched deeper into his face. “I hate this company, and I want nothing to do with it.” He stands to leave, but as he grabs the door handle, Dae-Hyun strides in with a smug look on his face. “What do you want, oh perfect-brother-of-mine?”

Dae-Hyun claps a hand on his brother’s shoulder, forcefully steering him back to his seat.

“Oh, I think you’ll want to be here for this one, baby brother.” The smug look turns into a full on sneer.

“Father, did you know that our very own Kim Seokjin has been embezzling company funds into his own personal bank account?” Dae-Hyun crosses his arms over his broad chest, looking pleased with himself.

Jin pales, but not because he’s ashamed of what he’s done. He’s ashamed that he was discovered this easily, and by his dunce of an older brother. He’s also surprised that his father doesn’t look angry, just disappointed.

“Dae-Hyun, you know this means you won’t be able to take over Kim Enterprises just yet, yes? I’ll have to clean up the mess your brother made, and we’ll have to do a lot of work to get the company back up. Once the press gets hold of the news of embezzlement from within the family, there’s no telling what we’ll have to deal with.”

Dae-Hyun’s face falls, and it’s Jin’s turn to sneer.

“Pleased now, you giant suckup?”

His older brother moves as if to strike him across the face, but before he gets too far, their father is grasping him by the wrist. He looks sadly across the room at his youngest son.

“You’ve done enough, Seokjin. You need to leave.”

And that’s how Jin had ended up here…a hole in the wall apartment, eating ramyeon on the couch after being paid a cool two million won for assisting Jungkook’s team with whatever they were after. It wasn’t a bad life, honestly. The business world had bored him to tears, he wanted nothing to do with running his father’s company, and now he got the ultimate rush from helping crime organizations do their dirty work as their ‘man in the chair’. Sure, he’d broken all ties with his family, but he’d never been close with them in the first place. Being alone and having only one close friend to speak of was how he liked things.

His motto? High thrills, low risk.

And it didn’t hurt that the money he’d embezzled from his father’s company was still sitting in his bank account. That too.

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Meanwhile across town, you’ve received word that you’re being hired out by a large crime syndicate to help steal the newest art installation that’s about to open at the Hangaram Art Museum. You glance through your electronic dossier, skimming through to see what you’re after. You hope it’s something exciting, but it’s just some modern family relic of some sort that’s worth a ton because of how much the family’s worth. You’d much prefer something from the Impressionist period, but the syndicate’s paying you well, so you keep your mouth shut and accept what you’re given.

It seems like the team is small that they’ve put together…tiny, even. You’re used to working with snipers, musclemen, the works. But the only people working this case are you and some hacker dude they’ve hired to help take down the security system. Either they must think the job’s a piece of cake, or they want to keep things hush hush. You suppose you’ll find out when you case the joint the next day, with your partner on headset for an extra set of eyes on possible security setup.

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“Hello? Anyone there?” You tap on your earpiece made to look like headphones.

“Yeah, I’m here, stop tapping on the merchandise, it sounds ten times louder on my end!” A male’s irritated voice comes through the speaker, clear as day. However, you’re the only one able to hear it.

“Okay, mister grumpypants. Hands off the fancy tech. Got it. What’s your name, anyway? I always like to know who I’m working with.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? You haven’t told me your name,” he snaps.

“Touchy, touchy. Since you won’t tell me your name, you don’t get to know mine…I think that’s fair.”

You hear rustling on the other end, silence, and then finally he speaks up again.

“Don’t you people have codenames or something?”

“You people? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Up to this point, you’d enjoyed mildly aggravating this stranger on a headset you couldn’t see, but now it just felt like he was being difficult on purpose. How were you ever going to be able to work together if he wouldn’t even tell you his name?

“Like the people on the ground doing the dirty work, don’t you have a codename since you’re an agent for a crime org?”

You sigh, but then compose yourself. “You can call me Seurat.” Through your aggravation, a small smirk makes its way to your face.

“Seurat? Like the artist? Why?” You can imagine the man’s brows furrowing together in confusion.

“You ever watch the news? That was me who landed that piece last month.”

He gives a low whistle. “I’m impressed, Seurat. Call me Mr. Roboto.”

You can’t help the snort that comes flying out of your mouth, though you quickly attempt to turn it into a cough when fellow museum-goers start to look at you strangely.

“Do you have a problem with that?” The man’s voice drips with derision.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got some emotions under that hard exterior, Kilroy. I think I’ll stick to that as your name.”

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Jin pushes back from his monitor, exasperated. He had been initially excited to work on this new project-an art heist was new for him, and he welcomed the challenge. What he wasn’t expecting was to be paired with a partner who ran incessant commentary about every single thing she looked at, asked a ton of questions, and just generally was annoying.

First she insisted on calling him Kilroy, then she gave him a running art history lesson on Impressionism, finally going downstairs to where the art installation would be.

From what he could tell, security was pretty tight. Any back storage rooms would have keycard access, and from the brief sweep past the security desk you had managed, it also looked like there was some sort of numerical keypad coding and handprint scan behind the keycard swipe.

Why had the org who hired him only put two people in charge of the project when from his calculations, five would be reasonable, if not more? He sets his questions aside as he’s distracted by a loud buzzing sound coming from the burner phone he’d been provided by the company as a means to communicate with his partner outside of when she was in the museum.

Unknown (7:35 PM): Hey Kilroy, it’s Seurat.

Jin laughs quietly at your nicknames for each other, though he’d never tell you he thought you were funny…he somehow just knew he’d never hear the end of it if he did.

He sends off a response, wondering what’s prompted you to text him in the first place.

7:39 PM: You are the only one who has this number, so I used my big brain to figure out who it was. Do you need something?

Seurat (7:45 PM): Not really. Just thought I’d bother you until you actually told me your name.

7:51 PM: Nice try, but no. Did you manage to figure out a way to get into that fancy gala they’re having in a few days?

Seurat (8:03 PM): Leave it to me, pretty boy…I’ll just bat my lashes and get us right in the door.

Jin shakes his head and rolls his eyes, the tips of his ears turning red from your words.

8:09 PM: You think I’m pretty?

He sends off his response before he can overthink it too much.

Seurat (8:17 PM): I can only imagine based on your voice, I’m sure you’ve got tons of ladies just begging for your attention…

Jin’s ears may emit steam with how red they are at this point, and he’s thoroughly embarrassed.

Seurat (8:19 PM): I mean…who doesn’t want a guy who doesn’t ever see the light of day and refuses to tell anyone his name? Sign me up!

8:23 PM: Screw you.

He tosses his phone away, annoyed with the whole conversation. How had she figured out how to get under his skin so quickly?

As he watches tv and later gets ready for bed, he finds himself mulling over what you had said. So what, he never left the house and didn’t tell you his name? What had you done to earn that?

Something about your easy manner and the way you took his attitude in stride made him feel bad about how he had responded to you. He grabs his phone, types out a text and turns his phone on silent to hopefully, finally, get some sleep.

11:52 PM: …you can call me Jin.

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You look yourself over in the mirror and frown. You hated the way you looked, way too fancy and it all felt a bit ridiculous, to be honest. Sneaking your way into upper-crust society events was your least favorite part of your job. Dresses and heels made it much harder to move through a space, figuring out where important documents were held, what kind of security systems were in place, and who was guarding what. Nevertheless, you adjusted the long sleeves of your black gown and made sure you weren’t showing too much leg or cleavage. Another thing you hated about dressing up…it always brought more attention to your body than you were used to.

As a final touch, you slide on a pair of silver drop earrings with a matching cuff running up the side of your ear. Little did everyone else know, your audio feed was linked up in the cuffs, especially designed for you by the organization you were working for. You also had a silver necklace to match, a miniscule high tech camera installed. Sometimes it paid (literally) to work for people that seemed to have bottomless pockets.

You tap on the side of your cuff when you hear a slightly staticky sound.

“Jin, is that you?”

“Good guess.” You smile at his humor, glad that his camera feed hasn’t been turned on yet to see your amusement. “Are you decent, can I see what’s going on yet?”

“Hang on just a sec…” You swipe on a quick coat of red lipstick and back away from the mirror, ready to head out to the museum. “You’re good.”

Jin activates his camera system from his desktop, and as the room comes into view, lets out a low whistle that he hopes you can’t hear.

“...hello? Did the audio feed go out? I can’t hear you.” You frown at your reflection, hoping there hasn’t been a technology malfunction.

“I’m…here,” Jin replies, dry mouth induced by his surprise.

“Are you okay? You sound weird.”

“I’m okay. You look…amazing.” The end of his statement is much quieter than the start, and you find yourself flustered.

“Oh, I-thank you. See, you do have feelings buried somewhere deep down, Kilroy. I knew it.”

“That’s what you think…just keeping you on your toes, Seurat. Now, don’t we have a gala to get to?”

You nod curtly, grabbing a clutch and heading out the door. It’s a short car ride downtown to the museum, and before you know it, you’re entering through the doors you had just been through a few days prior. Except this time, you’re playing the part of a wealthy heiress interested in being a benefactor to the local art scene.

“How’s it looking?” Jin’s voice grounds you back in reality.

“The usual…rich assholes who think they own the whole city. Normal security detail, surprisingly. Only addition is a bouncer letting people in, but he looks pretty easy to take down. I could probably flirt him into letting me see the back rooms, to be honest.”

Jin grumbles in reply.

“What?”

“Do you flirt with everyone to get what you want?” You can almost see the look of disdain on his face. If you happened to know what his face even looked like…you’d have to settle for your imagination, you supposed.

“Why, does that bother you, pretty boy?” You smirk, knowing you’ve found a way under his skin again.

“Just stick to what we came here for, please…the exhibit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” You pick up the hem of your dress to make your way to the bottom floor of the museum, and immediately see a crowd of people around the center of the room. Squeezing your way through with a series of polite ‘excuse me’s, you finally arrive at the front of the crowd, gathered and staring at the piece that you’d come to collect. Placed in the center of a thick glass casing, small spotlights trained on it as it spins slowly within the case. Inside is a dainty gold locket, with some sort of crest engraved on it. You move as close as the surrounding stanchions will allow to read a small plaque in front of the case.

“Generously donated by the Kim family.” You read out the inscription, partially for Jin’s benefit, but partially because you can’t believe that this is all you’re after. A tiny golden locket…couldn’t anyone go buy one of these at a jewelry store and get their own crest engraved on it? Who were the Kim family and why were they that important?

“Shit.”

Jin’s voice seems too loud in your ears, bringing you out of your own head and back into the present. You step away from the crowd so you can have a conversation without looking completely out of your mind.

“What? Do you know something I don’t know?”

Jin swallows thickly. You had just shown him that the art piece that you were after was his family’s prized heirloom that had been gifted by his grandfather to his grandmother when they were married. But you didn’t know that he was part of the Kim family. He didn’t want you to know…he didn’t even want to be a part of the family himself sometimes. The locket had been in his family for years, though. What did your organization want with it? You clearly didn’t know, so it wasn’t worth asking. He’d just have to suck it up and go along with it.

He clears his throat. “Not particularly, just that they’re wealthy and own almost a third of Seoul, it seems like.”

“Ah, so that’s why they’re after it. If they’re worth that much, I’m sure they’d pay a ton to get it back.” Jin mumbles his agreement, but seems more distant than before. Your thoughts are interrupted when you notice a previous client who’d hired you out staring at you from across the room.

“Jin, I’ve got to get out. I can’t snoop around, I’ve been spotted.” You’re whispering fiercely as you stride across the room, just fast enough to not raise suspicion.

“What do you mean, spotted? None of these people know who you are, as far as they’re concerned, you’re some heiress who loves art.”

You start breathing harder as you rush up the stairs, taking two at a time. “You don’t understand…I saw a previous client. I’ve worked for him before, but he’s dangerous. Once I finished his job, I refused to ever work for him again, but he wasn’t happy about it. I’m not sticking around to see if he’ll take me up on his threat against me.”

“His threat? What did he say to you?” You can hear Jin’s voice go sharp, concerned but with what sounds like a touch of anger bubbling underneath the surface.

“Don’t worry about it, Kilroy, it’s none of your concern. I can handle it.” By this point, you’ ve slid into the front seat of your car and are starting the ignition, rattled by the fact that you ran into your client unexpectedly.

“It is definitely my business if my partner is under threat from some hot-headed rich guy who thinks just because he has money, he can threaten her.” Jin’s voice is an octave deeper than normal at this point, deathly serious and sending shivers down your spine.

“Jin, it’s okay. I’ve got it handled. Really.” Your voice is quiet and reassuring, calming him down, at least somewhat.

“Okay, if you’re sure. I’m just saying, I can be more than the man in the chair if you need me to be. Let me know when you get home, I want to make sure you’re safe,” he breathes.

“I will,” you promise. The rest of the drive passes quickly, and soon enough, you’re opening your front door and collapsing onto your bed. You don’t even bother taking off your fancy clothes, only taking off your necklace and earrings. You shoot off a text to Jin, letting him know that you’re back in your apartment. To your surprise, he calls you in return.

“...hey. I just wanted to hear your voice say you were okay.” Even though you can’t see him, Jin flushes a bright pink and rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

You can’t help but smile at his concern. “Yeah, I’m okay. I made it back to my apartment. Didn’t even bother changing into pajamas before I flopped on the bed,” you laugh. There’s a short silence where neither of you says anything.

“You really did look beautiful tonight, you know. I wish I could have been there with you.”

Another silence.

“I wish you could have been too,” you reply with a shy smile that Jin can’t see, but he can tell is there.

“Can I ask you a question?” You hum in response, encouraging him to continue. “You know my name is Jin, but…what’s yours?” You can’t help but laugh at the simple question, surprised that’s what he’s asking.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Pretty,” he murmurs, then yawns.

“You sound like you need to go to bed, Jinnie. Too much action for the man in the chair for one night.” You chuckle, looking over to your alarm clock which only reads 11:30PM.

“I told you, I can be more than the man in the chair if you need me to be. But as it happens, I am tired, you’re right. I’ll check in tomorrow with you?” Jin pushes back from his computer, standing and stretching.

“I’d like that,” you respond, before drifting off to sleep still in your dress.

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You awake the next morning to a knock on your door. You’re confused, because next to no one knows where you live, and you weren’t expecting anyone. You stumble bleary-eyed to the door, peeking through the peephole and you see nothing. It’s then that you look down and realize you still have your dress on from last night, though now it’s full of wrinkles from sleeping in it.

You open the door cautiously, and still seeing no one, open it wider and see a bag sitting on the ground with your name on the receipt attached to it. As you pick it up, you notice an iced coffee sitting behind it. You quickly take the items into your dining room and examine the contents…a breakfast sandwich piled high with toppings and a side of hashbrowns. The coffee turns out to be an iced vanilla latte, your favorite. All of a sudden, your burner phone buzzes loudly against the table.

Jin (9:47 AM): Did you get my present?

9:51 AM: I did…how did you guess about the vanilla latte?

Jin (9:54 AM): I didn’t guess, I figured it out. Just like I figured out where to send the delivery boy.

9:57 AM: By figure out, you mean hacked. You hacked me.

Jin (10:00 AM): It’s my job, sweetheart.

10:04 AM: Aw, have we moved from nicknames to pet names?

Jin (10:06 AM): I told you I would check in with you, so I did. Enjoy breakfast. :)

10:10 AM: A hacker with a heart…I think you might be the sweetheart here, Jin.

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“Are you serious?” Jin’s friend Jimin looks at him from across his living room, disbelief all over his face. “You’re telling me this is how you talk to each other, and you’re asking me to tell you what’s going on?” He tosses Jin’s burner phone to him.

“What do you mean? Yes, I’m asking you to tell me what’s going on, it’s weird. When I get hired for other jobs, it’s not like this.”

Jimin scoffs. “For a hacker, you are incredibly stupid…you should really get out more. See the sky. Breathe more than this stale gross air that smells like the ramyeon you ate last. I may be a back alley thief, but at least I can tell when a girl likes me.” He settles back into his chair smirking at Jin.

“No she doesn’t. She doesn’t even know me, we’re partners, that’s it.” Jin crosses his arms over his chest, a frown painted on his face.

“If you say so. She’s flirting with you, you’re flirting with her…you never tell people your name, and you bought her breakfast? You’ve got it bad and so does she. Just tell her. I mean, wait until she’s got whatever you’re after, and then tell her. You can be the modern day Bonnie and Clyde if you want.” Jimin shrugs nonchalantly.

The frown starts to slip as Jin thinks over Jimin’s words. What if he did like her? Then what?

“We need to focus on getting the installation out, that’s all we can afford to do.”

“And then?”

“...and then…I’ll think about what you said. How I feel.” Jin shudders at the thought of losing control of his emotions, unaware that he’s already started to slip.

A catlike grin makes its way across Jimin’s face as he stands up to leave.

“So much for low risk, high reward,” he laughs as he closes the door, leaving Jin to sit in his confusion.

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The next few days pass slowly, the two of you each preparing for the big break-in and theft. Jin spends hours poring over security footage, you spend time scouring blueprints of the museum, marking entry and exit points.

When the day arrives (or rather the night, you supposed), you make your way across town, parking several blocks away. According to the plan you’d created, the alarm system wouldn’t even trip, granting you plenty of time to get back to the car without arousing suspicion.

“Seurat, you there?” Jin’s voice rings clear in your ear, and you can tell he’s excited.

“Present.” You can’t help the giddy tone in your own voice-this was what you lived for, the thrill of the actual act. It didn’t hurt that your partner and you were closer than you were used to, just someone to share in the excitement.

“Okay, so I’m finishing up work on the main security system right now. By the time you get to the front doors, it’ll be set up where you have about a minute to get inside where the alarm will be disabled. I’ll erase that minute of footage where it just looks like a tech glitch for their records. Once you get in, head downstairs. There’s a keyswipe, but if you pick the lock on the security guard’s desk, you should be able to find a spare. Swipe in, then you’ll find the keypad. Code’s 61313. Last is the handprint scan. Luckily for us and stupidly for them, they used a newer software that hasn’t been on the market long, which means they haven’t had time to figure out how hackers like me can bypass it. I’ve logged into the software and found a way to get around it. When you get to the scanner, just let me know and I’ll code green it for you.”

Jin doesn’t bother hiding the smugness in his voice, and you can’t help but find his show of intelligence attractive.

“Anything else, genius partner of mine?”

“The locket should be pretty simple to lift once you get past the handprint scan. They kept it in the same case it was in the other night for the gala since they’re still working on the installation for the public. Little do they know when they go to move it tomorrow, it’ll be mysteriously missing due to the prettiest little thief I know.”

You roll your eyes even as your cheeks color. “I’m the only thief you know, really.”

“Incorrect, but that’s another story for another time. Any questions before we get started?”

By this point, you’re closing in on the museum. No lights, no cars in the parking lot, nothing.

“I’m good…I’ll keep you updated as we go along,” you whisper as you edge along the side of the building, out of the sightline of the camera trained on the entrance.

“Okay…here we go…alarm disabled in 3…2…1. Go!” Jin hisses, and you sprint for the door, opening it as little as possible and sliding through.

“I’m in, heading for the security desk.” You make your way past the foyer and around a corner to the main security desk, hoisting yourself over. You immediately drop to your knees to get better access to the bottommost drawer, taking a bobby pin out of your hair to pick the lock. After a few minutes, you hear the lock click, and you slide the drawer open to see files, miscellaneous personal items, and museum guides. As you sift through papers, you finally find what you’re looking for-a spare keycard at the bottom of the drawer.

“Bingo.”

“You got the keycard?”

“Sure did, and all I needed was a bobby pin.” You grin in triumph as you swipe the keycard up, closing the drawer.

“You’re erased from camera footage from the entrance. I’ll work on the other cameras while you do the dirty work.”

“The dirty work is the most fun, you should try it sometime,” you tease, hearing Jin laugh through your earpiece.

“Maybe next time I can join you…we can steal a Banksy, I’m sure he’d love that.”

“Next time?” You can feel your heart race a little faster, and you know it’s not only because you’re breaking and entering.

“If that’s okay with you…I may have gotten ahead of myself.” Jin’s voice is much quieter than usual, and he sounds unsure of himself.

“I’d like that,” you smile, hoping he can hear your expression through your words.

During this exchange, you’ve made your way downstairs, and typed the code 61313 into the keypad to the back storage rooms. In front of you is the dreaded hand scan. You’ve usually had to pull fingerprints from people to get past these, and no hacker you’ve worked with has been able to work the software.

“Okay, I’m here at the scan. Work your magic.”

There’s a brief silence on the other end, and you can hear lots of typing, and Jin mutters a curse word. More typing. Silence.

“Abracadabra.”

The scanner in front of you lights up green and the door unlocks. You slide in, in mild disbelief that your partner was so easily able to work the system.

“Nice work, we’re in!” you exclaim, albeit in a hushed tone. You move towards the center of the room, where the locket is held under that same glass case. As you come closer, you let out a low whistle. The piece of jewelry is more stunning than you had thought, the engraving intricate and detailed. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

There’s a silence on the other end that doesn’t feel like the previous one. “Jin? You there?”

Nothing.

“...Kilroy?”

Something was wrong, you could tell.

Little did you know just how wrong things could get.

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Jin slowly opens his eyes to a splitting headache, though there’s not much light in the room he’s sitting in. One minute he had been monitoring your progress via security camera footage, the next there had been a loud banging noise and he had been knocked out cold. Wherever he was now, it certainly wasn’t his apartment.

As he looks around, he notices a large wall of monitors that are all blank. He’s ziptied to a chair, the plastic rubbing too tight against his wrists. There’s no one else in the room…that is, until a large metal door opens across the room and a large man dressed in all black comes in.

“Pretty boy’s awake now, hmm?” The man laughs, leaning down in front of Jin as he draws close. “It was way too easy to find out where you live.”

Jin struggles against his restraints, but they won’t budge. “Who are you?” he spits harshly, glaring at the man in front of him. “What do you want?”

“It’s not what I want, now is it? You just stuck your nose in the wrong place, coming after the Kim family locket…the boss isn’t going to be happy about this.” The man smiles coldly.

“Who’s your boss? And why do they care so much about the locket?” Jin pulls his wrists up the chair column they’re wrapped around, tugging them towards himself in hopes of loosening the ties.

The man in front of him frowns, grabbing Jin’s chin and forcing him to look into his eyes. “Why don’t you just…relax?” Jin is suddenly falling sideways onto the floor, nothing to break his impact. A large crack works its way across the left lens of his glasses, making it even harder to see anything in the darkened room.

A low pitched laugh suddenly comes from by the door, and a second man starts to walk towards Jin.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Jin manages to choke out, even in his position on the floor.

“Pick him up.” The larger man scrambles to upright the chair with Jin still attached. “Better.” The newcomer’s voice is soft, cold, and dangerous. Jin still can’t make out what he looks like, as his face is still in the shadows. He is wearing a suit though, which means this must be ‘the boss’ that the other guy had mentioned.

“What do you want?!” Jin repeats, his voice louder and filled with a false bravado.

The man steps forward into the light, a menacing sneer on his face.

“You, baby brother. You’ve been the plan all along.”

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Jin’s eyes go wide. “Dae-Hyun? What?”

“Ever so eloquent, weren’t you? Yes, it’s me. My men kidnapped you and brought you here. Can’t go doing the dirty work myself.” The older man picks at his fingernails as if bored.

“So what do you want from me? You can’t be after the locket, seeing as you probably donated it yourself…worried more about money than family, no doubt,” Jin seethes.

Dae-Hyun tsks as he draws closer to Jin. “Are we that different? You left the family behind, and for what? To be a criminal? Disappointing.”

Jin rolls his eyes. “So this is what this is about? Revenge for not being able to take over the company when you wanted?” He laughs derisively. “What are you going to do, kill me?”

“Oh no, that’s much too boring, you wouldn’t be missed. Father already thinks you’re dead anyway since you disappeared and never showed your face again. I’m going to ruin your life.”

Dae-Hyun leans in, eyes glinting with a sort of madness. He reaches into the pocket of his dress pants and pulls out a small device. With a click, the wall of monitors lights up. At first, Jin can’t tell what he’s looking at because of the crack in his glasses, but as he squints, the image becomes clear.

It’s you. Endless loops of footage, all of you. The entrance to your apartment. The food he sent. Breaking into the museum. The gala. The first time you’d ever talked, wandering through the museum.

Jin’s eyes grow wide and his mouth goes dry. “How did you…?”

“Your lovely little accomplice used to work for me, back when I needed a little help getting to the top. She was quite handy, you know. Once she’d fulfilled her contract, she refused to ever work for me again…something along the lines of ‘you’re ruthless, you’d do anything to get what you want’. Since when is that a bad thing? So once I saw her at the gala, I knew she must have been hired to steal the locket…and lo and behold, my men pulled footage and saw her casing the museum a few days prior. And once we started following her and listening in on her conversations, what a pleasant surprise when I figured out that she was working with my dear baby brother, the family’s biggest disappointment.”

There’s nothing more that Jin wants in that moment than to punch Dae-Hyun in the face, but instead he uselessly tugs at his restraints as he goes red in the face.

Dae-Hyun chuckles darkly as he begins to circle around Jin. “But you know what the best part was?” He lowers his voice as he whispers in Jin’s ear. “When I realized that you had become more than partners…you care about her.”

“Leave her alone!” Jin’s voice wavers through the room, higher pitched than he intended.

“Leave her alone!” comes Dae-Hyun’s mocking voice from behind him. “No, I don’t think I will, brother. You see, you’ve been ruining my life since the day you were born…so I think it’s my turn to ruin yours. Say goodbye to your little girlfriend.” He looks over to the man who had tied Jin up. “Give the signal, it’s time to finish her.” A large grin takes over his face as he steps over to the door, following the boss’s orders.

As he opens the steel door, he’s met with an unexpected guest.

“Finish me? And here I was thinking we were just getting started.”

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You push your way past the large man in black standing in front of you, who’s too stunned to try and stop you.

You stop in front of Dae-Hyun, a scowl painted on your face. “Somehow I’m not surprised you’re behind this.”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N. A pleasure, truly.” The man moves toward you, and you take several steps backwards. Though he may seem physically nonthreatening, you know better from your previous work with him that he's dangerous.

As Dae-Hyun comes further out of the shadows, your face falls as you notice Jin. You had hoped that your first time meeting would be under more pleasant circumstances, not while he was tied to a chair, broken glasses and cuts across his hands and cheeks. Even while wounded, you can’t help but notice how handsome he is shining through all the scrapes and bruises, which causes a small smile to work its way onto your face. You attempt to move closer, but you’re stopped by Dae-Hyun’s hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

You try to slip out of his grasp, but he digs his fingers into your skin and turns you to face him. “You two really are pathetic, you know that?” His words drip with derision.

“What do you want with him?” You demand in return, ignoring his initial comment. Dae-Hyun looks from you to Jin, his face slowly lighting up into a deranged grin.

“She doesn’t know?” He’s looking directly at Jin, who almost imperceptibly shakes his head.

A loud, barking laugh erupts from Dae-Hyun’s chest. “What an unexpected surprise…you see, Jin here is the one and only Kim Seokjin. My disappointing excuse for a younger brother.”

It’s your turn to look between the two men. “What?” you breathe out in disbelief. You train your attention on Jin, who can’t seem to hold eye contact with you for more than a few seconds.

“It’s true.” He’s looking at the ground.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Enough of this.” Dae-Hyun jerks you toward him, away from Jin. You trip from the force of it, almost falling on the floor. He nods towards the man guarding the door, motioning for him to leave. “I want to be the one to ruin your life, baby brother. I want to watch your spirit be destroyed.” The man in black walks out, locking the door behind him.

Dae-Hyun reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pistol. Both yours and Jin’s eyes go wide, and Dae-Hyun uses your shock to pull your arms behind your back, restraining you from moving.

“Brother, please…don’t do this. I’m sorry I kept you from taking over the company. You don’t need to kill her, she hasn’t done anything to you!” Jin’s voice is pleading, his arms fighting uselessly to be released from their restraints.

“You should have thought about that before you stuck your nose where it didn’t belong…say goodbye, Seokjin.”

Just as Dae-Hyun goes to cock his pistol, you use his momentary distraction to your advantage. You leverage your weight into your elbow and strike his diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him. As he doubles over, you pick up your foot and land a swift kick into the side of his head. The force of the kick propels Dae-Hyun backwards and as his body falls, there’s a loud crack as his head hits the concrete floor.

You rush over to Jin once you see that Dae-Hyun is no longer moving, reaching for your belt and grabbing a knife. Flipping it open, you make quick work of the zipties binding Jin’s wrists. He wraps his hands around bright red marks, creating friction to restart circulation, before standing up and rushing around the chair that’s between you. Before you can think to say anything, he’s wrapped you in his arms and your face is buried in his chest.

“He was going to kill you…he found out that you were gonna steal it…that we were working together.” Jin’s voice vibrates through his chest to you, his breath ragged. You pull back to see a few errant tears making their way down his cheeks, which he quickly swipes away using the sleeve of his sweater.

“Hey, hey…Kilroy, I’m fine, it’s okay. They didn’t get me, but more importantly, they didn’t get you.” You reach up to his face, your fingers ghosting over his wounds. Even the gentlest of touches makes him wince, looking down at the floor. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He nods, before looking over at his brother, who’s still laying on the floor, a puddle of blood forming under his head.

“Is he…?” Jin can’t quite bring himself to finish the question. He hated Dae-Hyun, but even he didn’t want him dead.

You step gingerly over to Dae-Hyun, bringing your fingers down to his pulse point. It’s faint, but you can just make out a heartbeat. “He’s alive. He needs to go to a hospital though, and soon.” You reach into your pocket, pulling out your burner phone and making a quick call to 911 to make sure they know where to find the man who had tried to end your life fifteen minutes before.

“They’re on their way, now let’s go. We don’t need anyone asking us why we’re in a crime lord’s comms room.” Jin chokes out a laugh. “Come on.” You hold out your hand to the man in front of you, and he hesitates.

“I’m sorry.” You quirk a brow in confusion. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it was my family’s locket. I’m sorry you got wrapped up in this mess with my brother, and it put you in danger.”

“Jin…it’s not your fault.” You give him a soft look laced with concern. “Come on.” This time, he grabs your hand, fingers interlocking with your own.

“What will be your fault is if we get caught here…let’s avoid that, shall we?” He laughs, and the two of you race down a side corridor that you had discovered earlier, avoiding any further mishaps with Dae-Hyun’s goons or the first responders that were en route to the scene.

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A short car ride later, you’re leading Jin into your apartment, making sure you’re not being followed. He makes sure to remove the camera that had been recording your front door-because he knew there was one, it had been extremely easy for him to spot it once he looked. It made him feel guilty all over again, knowing his brother had been watching you for a month, possibly more.

“Earth to Jin…hello in there.” You wave your hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his own thoughts. “I know you’re feeling bad again, so let me just explain a few things. Sit down, I’ll make us some tea.”

Jin plops down on your sofa, feeling relief to not be against a metal chair. A few minutes later, you’re bringing over two steaming mugs. You hand one to him before sitting down beside him.

“I knew Dae-Hyun was watching me, and I let it happen.” Jin’s mouth drops open in surprise.

“W-what? How?” You smile ruefully and continue.

“I’d worked with him before, so I knew it was probably a matter of time before he had me followed. He doesn’t like being told no.”

Jin snorts into his tea. “You could say that.”

“What I didn’t know is that the locket I was supposed to steal belonged to his family. And I most certainly didn’t know that I was working with his brother…you know, you’re much more fun than he made you out to be when I worked for him. Cuter, too.”

Jin’s ears go pink.

“Anyway, once I saw him at the gala, I knew he was keeping an eye on me. I started to notice his guys trailing me as well…they thought they were slick, but when you’ve worked in the crime world this long, you see the signs. When the line went dead after I got into the safe room, I knew something was wrong, and I put the pieces together and Dae-Hyun was at the center of it. So I snuck in and rescued you.” You can’t help the triumphant grin that sits on your face.

“What I can’t figure out is…why was he threatening you with killing me? Wouldn’t it make more sense to either just go after me or just go after you if he wanted familial revenge, or whatever he was going on about?”

Jin’s ears are flaming red by this point, and the color is starting to creep across his cheeks as well. “Well, um…you see….” He’s looking everywhere in your apartment but at you.

“What? I see what?” Jin buries his face in his hands, dragging them across his features as he looks back up at you.

“He threatened you because he knew that’s what would hurt me the most.”

It’s your turn to be flustered now as Jin continues.

“I dropped off the face of the earth a long time ago after I embezzled money from my father’s company. Dae-Hyun was supposed to inherit the company, but I slowed that process down because the company had to deal with the press field day that happened after the news broke that I stole from my own family. So I left. Became a hacker. Apparently my family thinks I’m dead, according to Dae-Hyun. More likely he told them I died.” Jin’s eyes flash with rage, before returning to normal. “Long story short, I’m nothing to them. I have one friend who’s a petty thief. No one would care if I disappeared. So he figured out…that I cared about you. About what happened to you. And if you were killed because of me…” His face contorts with guilt, his eyes glossing over. “...I would never be able to forgive myself.”

“Oh, Jin,” you reach out, pulling him to you in a tight embrace. After a few moments, you pull back, making sure he’s looking you in the eyes. “First off, I would care very much if you disappeared, so that’s not allowed. Secondly, your brother is a complete asshole. I think you know that already, but just for the record. And third…”

You place your hands on either side of his face, gently running your thumbs across his cheeks, careful to avoid his injuries.

“I care about you too. What happens to you matters so much to me. In fact, it’s taking everything in me to stop myself from immediately rushing you to the bathroom to clean off all your scratches right now.” Jin lets out a breathy laugh, covering your hands with his own.

“Would it be okay if we did that right now?” You laugh as well, nodding and holding your hand out. He grabs it, relishing in the warmth he feels from both your actions and your words.

Once you reach the bathroom, you make him sit on the counter, making him closer to your height. From this angle, you can see just how deep some of his cuts are. You slide his glasses off, placing them on the counter and pull out antiseptic and bandages.

“You know this is going to sting, right?”

“I’m a big boy, Seurat. I’ve got-agh!” Jin lets out a groan as you press the soaked cotton pad onto his cheek.

“I thought you were a big boy, Kilroy?” You smirk while placing bandaging across the area you’d just cleaned.

“You play dirty, that wasn’t very fair!” Jin pouts.

“I do the dirty work, remember? I thought you said you would join me one day.”

You can’t quite place the look Jin gives you, but as you lean in to inspect your handiwork, you suddenly feel his hand on your waist. You glance down, and as your gaze returns to the man in front of you, he’s a lot closer than he was before.

“I’ll join you every day, if you’ll let me.” And with that, Jin is leaning even closer, his lips ghosting over your own in the lightest of kisses. As he pulls back, you chase his movements as if your body has a mind of its own, your mouth inviting him into a deeper kiss. You can feel him sigh into it, his other hand gripping the other side of your waist, fingers digging into your skin on both sides. His teeth pull at your bottom lip, and you let an involuntary groan. Just as he’s gathering your shirt in his hands and making to remove it from your body, you draw back.

“Every day, hmm?”

Jin nods, eyes blown out.

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time then. You’ve got to earn your place in my inner circle…not just anyone can pull off what I do.” You reach into your pocket, and show him the golden chain hanging from your fingers.

“Is that…?” He gasps as you nod in affirmation.

“But how?!”

“I never leave a job unfinished,” you grin. Jin suddenly captures your lips in another kiss, though this one is short and sweet.

“May I?” He holds out his hand for the locket, and you give it over. To your surprise, he moves behind you and fastens the clasp around your neck. He leans close, whispering in your ear.

“Beautiful.”

“Jin, no, this is your family’s, I can’t wear this!” you protest, moving to unclasp the necklace. He closes his hand around yours, stopping you.

“Yes, it’s my family’s. I am a part of my family, and I’m giving it to you. I’m certainly not giving it back to Dae-Hyun, he can rot in jail for all I’m concerned.”

“Are you sure?” Jin nods emphatically, and you smile in response. “Well…thank you. It’s very pretty.”

“Just like you.” At his words, you find yourself getting shy, but you manage a witty retort anyway.

“I knew there were feelings buried in there somewhere, Kilroy.”

Jin smiles. “Yeah, yeah…you know, my motto for the longest has been ‘low risk, high thrills’. Hiding myself behind a wall of technology and sarcasm. But you changed that…you were high risk. Dangerous.”

You move closer. “Dangerous, huh?” Your fingers dance up his tattered sleeves, making their way into his hair at the nape of his neck. Jin hums in response, drawing you to him for another kiss.

“But now…” His lips grace your temple.

“...I think…” Your cheek.

“...high risk…” Your jawline.

“...high thrills…” Your neck.

“...might be the way to go.”

He lands a final kiss on your lips, taking your breath away.

“So what do you say, Seurat? Partners in crime?”

You can’t help the smile that overtakes your face as you nod at Jin, who immediately breaks out into a grin even wider than your own.

“Okay, Mr. Roboto…deal.”

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Mr. Roboto

-Pairing: Shadow Hacker!Jin x Criminal!reader

-Words: 8.7k

-Rating/Warnings: SFW, cursing, kidnapping, terrible family dynamics, theft, physical violence

-Author’s Note: Here it is, my part of the Seven Tales Collab! Please check out the other authors’ works: @moon-write, @alpacaparkaseok, @btsrunmylife, @sor-vette, @btsroyalwilds!

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“Just a little closer…”

The screen in front of Jin adjusts to show more of what looks like a rather complicated lock on a safe, the key based on patterns rather than the usual numeric system. He stretches his hands out in front of him, fingers intertwined while a small smirk makes its way across his face.

Easy.

“Jeon? You still with me?” He speaks into his headset, making sure the muscle behind the operation is ready to go.

“Yeah, what do I do?” The younger man’s voice crackles through Jin’s headphones.

“Stick some gloves on first, you don’t want fingerprints traced back to you. After, I want you to take your index finger and spell out the word ‘Tomorrow’ without picking your finger off the interface. The letter t needs to start from the bottom of the screen, not the top.”

There’s a pause over the headset and no movement occurs on the screen in front of Jin.

“Did you run the system that fast?”

“I hacked security footage earlier today…I couldn’t zoom in enough to get a clear picture of what they were actually spelling, but I’m 99% sure I’m right.” He doesn’t even bother hiding the smugness that creeps into his voice. By watching each person that had accessed the safe room and knowing the name of the company, he could make an educated guess of what they were spelling.

Tomorrow Inc.

Tomorrow.

Really, could they be any more obvious and dense? Would he ever be challenged?

Jin watches as Jeon Jungkook swiftly swipes the word ‘tomorrow’ into the system, a green light and a small beep indicating that the safe has been opened. Jungkook opens the door wide enough to slide into the room beyond.

“Okay, Jeon, you’re going to want to-”

“I’ve had about enough of your insistent buzzing in my ear, nerd. I got into the safe, you did your part. Goodbye.” The feed on the computer screen in front of Jin goes black, and all he hears is static.

“Jeon? Jeon?”

Jin grabs his headset and hurls it across the room, breaking it into pieces and growling out one expletive.

“You ASSHOLE!”

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Pretty in Pink

-Pairing: Gryffindor!Beomgyu x Hufflepuff!reader

-Words: 608

-Rating/Warnings: SFW, Hogwarts!AU, just a bunch of Valentine's Day floof

-Author's Note: If you thought I would let Valentine's Day pass without Beomgyu content, you thought wrong! If you'd like to read more Gryff Gyu content, it starts with Loser=Lover and continues on in All I Want for Christmas is You. Song of the Day? Pretty in Pink by the Psychedelic Furs. Happy Valentine's Day, friends!

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“But what do I get her? It has to be special.”

The blond boy drops a box of Fizzing Whizbees haphazardly into his shopping basket while rolling his eyes.

“You’re asking me? You know I think love is gross.”

“But Taehyun, I have to get her something, it’s Valentine’s Day!” Beomgyu pouts, his eyes roaming over the numerous shelves surrounding the two of them.

Suddenly, his frown is replaced by a grin that lights up his whole face. “I’ve got it, c’mon!” Taehyun drops his basket on the floor, candy rolling under the shelves as his shaggy haired friend pulls him across the street into Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes.

After the momentary distraction of being asked if they needed any help by the Ron Weasley (Taehyun couldn’t help himself, he had to ask at least one question), the two find themselves in front of a display containing Pygmy Puffs. Or rather, one tiny Pygmy Puff that it seems no one else wanted.

Beomgyu’s face scrunches up in delight as he picks it up, cradling it in his hands. “You’re perfect, Violet’s gonna love you!” he whispers to the pink creature. “Especially after I dye you purple to match her hair!”

Taehyun rolls his eyes again watching Beomgyu pay for your present, but can’t quite help smiling at how happy you’ve made his friend.

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“Gyu, what happened to you?” You reach out to gingerly touch the back of his hair.

“It’s horrible, I messed everything up!” he whines. He’s been refusing to turn around to look at you for the past few minutes.

“Sweetheart, it can’t be that bad. Let me see.” At the affectionate nickname, Beomgyu can’t help but finally turn around. Though you try to keep a straight face, it doesn’t last for long-a snort comes flying out of your mouth once you realize the entire bottom layer of his hair matches the bright pink of his face.

“It’s ugly, I KNEW IT!!” Your boyfriend wails, tugging at his long hair.

“Whoa, I never said it was ugly! I actually kinda like it…you look like you could be a part of The Weird Sisters.” You reach out again, running your fingers through errant strands of electric pink hair. “But what happened? I know you didn’t do this on purpose,” you grin.

“You’re right,” Beomgyu sighs. “Hold on.” He dashes up to his room, and reappears ten minutes later walking slowly down the stairs, something in his hands you can’t see. As he approaches you, a loud squeak emits from whatever he’s holding. Eyebrow raised, you peer over into his palms and let out an equally loud squeak when you see the pink Pygmy Puff.

“Beomgyu, what?! It’s so cute!! But why…?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day! I tried to dye her purple for you to match your hair, but somehow my hair ended up the same color as her.”

“Well, you’re both cute…but I thought we said no Valentine’s gifts?” you ask as he hands you the Puff.

“Yeah, well. I wanted to be a good boyfriend and get you one anyway.” He runs a hand through his hair, looking only partially chagrined.

“Good thing I wanted to be a good girlfriend as well,” you laugh, rummaging through your things with your free hand and giving him a hand-crafted card, ‘You’re a Keeper’ emblazoned in glittering letters with Quidditch goalposts on the front.

He lands a quick kiss on your lips before tugging at his hair again. “I’m gonna go try and fix this mess, I’ll be back in-”

“Gyu, wait!” He stops mid-stride, heading towards the staircase to the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory.

“Yeah?”

“Keep it…you look pretty in pink.”

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'Tis the Damn Season

-Pairing: Namjoon x reader

-Words: 3.5k

-Ratings/warnings: SFW, angsty but with fluff, sex is alluded to/mentioned (but nothing explicit), non-idol AU

-Author's Note: Just in case you wanted an angsty antidote to the fluffy holiday story I published the other day, here you go! This feels way different than anything else I've ever written to me. Something about Joon just makes me want to be angsty...but it does end on a positive note. Inspired by Taylor Swift's 'tis the damn season. Enjoy!

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“But I’m right where you left me…”

You reach for your car stereo to turn the music off as you drum your fingers against the steering wheel. The last thing you needed was a reminder of how much things hadn’t changed since you left home. Sure, you lived in the city now with a different job, but that was about it. You still had no idea what you were doing with your life. You had all these grand plans to write your own book, get published, book tours, the whole thing. Yet every time you managed to send out your manuscript, it got rejected. You couldn’t bear hearing ‘no’ another time, so you gave up about a year and a half into it.

You decided you would have a fresh start, try writing something else. Only problem is, every time you sat in front of your computer, you just stared at the screen. Willing yourself to have a thought that you could put to words-nothing. You’d been too scared to tell your parents or any of your friends about how difficult it had become, so they were all under the impression that you were almost done writing a whole book.

You sigh as these thoughts take you through the streets of your hometown, all the way to your parents’ driveway. They’d convinced you that you should spend the holidays with them this year, rather than them driving into the city to stay with you like they had the past few years. This is the first time you’d been back since you left a few years ago…yet somehow, everything looks the same.

As you throw your car into park, your phone chirps at you, alerting you to an incoming text.

Joon: Hey, your mom told me you’d be in town for Christmas…we should catch up!

Kim Namjoon. Your high school best friend, who you’d lost contact with for the most part since you moved away after finishing college. Of course your mother ran into him and told him you’d be here.

It’s not that you don’t want to see him, necessarily. It’s just…you’d changed. And you assume he had as well. Three years ago when you’d moved away, things had been complicated. You’d both figured out you’d been dancing around feelings for each other for a long time. There had never been a good time to say anything, because you’d be dating someone, then he would be. It all had come to a head the night before you moved away, both of you crying when you decided long distance was not something you were willing to try, and things would be too different once you were gone.

You hadn’t seen him since, and the only communication you’d had was an occasional text message for birthdays or just seeing how you each were doing. Before you can think too hard, you shoot off a reply.

Yeah sure. Booked Up on Wednesday? 3?

You throw out the suggestion of your old hometown haunt, a bookstore and cafe downtown. He sends a reply in the affirmative, and you gather your things and head inside your parents’ house.

They are overjoyed to see you, full of hugs and questions about how you’ve been. You can feel some of your stress melt away as you chat about how you’ve been, your dad taking your things to your old room and your mom sitting you down with a cup of coffee in the living room.

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You rapidly adjust to a schedule of sleeping in, helping your mom with meals, and chatting with your dad about the news each day. You start to feel some of your stress lessen, until Wednesday afternoon rolls around and you’re heading downtown to meet Namjoon. How would this whole thing go? Would it be like nothing had changed? Or everything?

The bell over the door at Booked Up tinkles as you walk in, a smile immediately coming to your face as you remember afternoons after school curled up in an armchair, reading whatever YA fantasy had caught your attention while sipping on a latte and stealing glances at the boy who would be across from you, brows furrowed as he read his newest philosophy tome.

Your face falls as you see the boy in question, now a man, sitting in his normal chair, the same furrowed brows as always. He glances up as the door closes behind you, a huge smile lighting up his face when he realizes it’s you. His book is placed on a side table, and before you’ve had time to realize what’s happening, he’s enveloped you in a hug, the woodsy notes of his cologne invading your nostrils. You reach your hands behind his broad back, returning the embrace.

“Take a seat, I’ll grab you a drink,” he smiles, rushing off before you have the chance to reply.

You sink into an armchair opposite his, watching him order from a friendly barista. He returns a few minutes later, handing you a steaming mug while warning you that it’s hot.

“A honey latte?” you ask, incredulous.

“Of course, that’s what you’d always get after school when we’d come here. I may not have seen you in a few years, but I haven’t forgotten.” A dimple forms in his cheek as he smiles over at you, and you find yourself echoing his grin.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as awkward as you’d feared on the drive over. You’re able to easily slide into conversation as if you’ve never left, catching each other up on your lives. Namjoon is a high school English teacher, and has never left town. He lives alone, though he tells you he’d have a pet if he thought he could keep one alive. Instead, he’s settled for plants and has proven to have somewhat of a green thumb.

He asks about your life in the ‘big city’, as he puts it. You laugh, telling him about your job, your friends, your dog. You leave out that you haven’t published anything, or accomplished any of the goals you’d set for yourself three years ago when you left.

Namjoon can tell you’re not quite telling him everything, but he doesn’t press for more. Instead, he offers to walk you to your car when you realize you’d promised your mom to help cook dinner. As you’re about to get into your car, he suddenly reaches out and grabs your arm, causing you to look back.

“Hey, would you uh…want to drive around and see Christmas lights with me Friday night? Like old times? The kids get out of school for the holidays that day, and I haven’t been able to do much of anything I’d consider festive yet…only if you want to, of course.” He scratches the back of his neck, looking nervous.

“I’d love to,” you reply easily, happy that things aren’t weird between the two of you. You have no idea why he’s acting nervous, but you chalk it up to the fact that you haven’t seen each other in years.

You find yourself looking forward to Friday night, telling your parents that you’re spending time with Namjoon. They share a look between each other with small smiles on their faces.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

They simply laugh and tell you nothing, they’re just glad the two of you are hanging out again.

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When Friday rolls around, you drive over to the empty parking lot between the high school and the Methodist church that sits next door. As you climb out of the driver’s seat, you see Namjoon walking towards you from the school, giving you a small wave as he does so. Once again, you’re enveloped by his embrace as he greets you. This time, the familiar smell of his cologne stirs a warm feeling inside of you that you can’t quite name.

As he draws away from you, he leads you to his car, mud caked all over the tires.

“There was a big rainstorm the other day,” he comments as he notices you looking.

“And you were driving in it?”

“I come and park my car here sometimes when it’s raining, it helps me think. Reminds me of when we used to come here.” He shrugs, but you notice a tinge of sadness flickering in his eyes.

You choose not to comment on it, instead climbing into his passenger seat. You notice two to-go cups sitting in his cup holder, both clearly steaming.

“What’s that?” you ask, gesturing towards the middle console.

“Hot chocolate from Booked Up. You really think I was going to take you to see Christmas lights without bringing hot chocolate? I’m offended.” He places a hand over his chest for emphasis, and you laugh. He laughs along with you, his dimples making another appearance. The same warm feeling that happened when he hugged you returns, but even stronger. You choose again to ignore it.

You drive around in silence, the only sound filling the air is Christmas music from the radio. It’s not uncomfortable, rather you’re just enjoying being in each others’ presence. You stare out at the houses covered in multicolor string lights, musing over how long it’s been since you’ve done this with your former best friend.

“Joon?”

He glances over, surprised by your use of his old nickname…he hasn’t heard it in years.

“Yeah?”

“Are you happy?” You refuse to look at him as you ask, choosing to stare out the window instead.

Seeing you not looking over, Namjoon stares out in front of him instead. “I think so…I really love my job, the town, and my plants,” he chuckles. “The city’s not too far away if I want to go to a museum or festival.”

There’s a long silence where neither of you says anything.

“I miss you, though.” He offers into the space, letting it settle over you. “Are you happy?”

Another long silence.

“Not really.” You feel tears threatening to spill over your lash line, though you’re still staring at houses dripping in Christmas lights. “I…I haven’t managed to publish anything. My friends and family think I’m working on a brand new project, but I haven’t finished the first. Instead, I’m doing menial grunt work for everyone else while my creativity is just dying.”

“...oh.” Namjoon breathes out beside you, not sure what else to say.

“I missed you too.” This time, you glance over at the man beside you, tears falling freely down your face.

Without you noticing, Namjoon has pulled his car back into the parking lot you left from.

He turns to you, wiping tears away with his thumbs as his hands cradle your face. You can see the beginnings of tears swimming in his own eyes.

“I-I wish you never left,” he manages to stutter.

There’s yet another silence between you in the space of the car, but this time the warm feeling rises up in you again as the man beside you gazes over at you. Instead of tamping it down, you choose to embrace it, just as Namjoon had embraced you upon your return.

“...I’m here now, Joon.” You lean tentatively towards him across the console, and he meets you halfway, holding your face in his hands.

“Is this okay?” he breathes, warmth fanning across your face. Your answer is your lips meeting his, gently at first but growing more insistent as he eagerly responds. His hands tangle in your hair, your tongue probing to get access to his mouth, which he grants with no hesitation.

After a few minutes, he pulls back and looks at you hesitantly.

“Do you…want to go back to my place?”

You nod shyly, and he smiles in response. As he starts the car again, he places a hand on your thigh, gently tracing shapes on your skin the whole drive to his apartment. He leads you upstairs to the third floor, and as soon as he’s closed the door behind the two of you, he’s pinned you to the wall in the foyer, lips on your neck.

“Joon…” you manage to sigh out, connecting your lips again as you stumble towards his bedroom.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he mumbles into your skin as he peppers kisses across your collarbone, both of you having fallen on top of the bed.

“I don’t know why we didn’t do this years ago,” you respond, rolling on top of him and starting to unbutton his shirt.

The two of you explore each other all night, and you’re shocked at how easy it all feels. Natural, like you’ve been in a relationship your whole lives. Each taking the utmost care when it comes to the other, and falling asleep in his arms late into the night.

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You wake around noon the next day, only to find a vacant space next to you. You’re about to call out for Namjoon when he rounds the corner with a breakfast tray, setting it on your lap as you sit up.

You raise an eyebrow questioningly at his actions, and he just laughs.

“I can’t sleep past nine anymore these days, I’m too used to going to work early.”

He climbs into bed beside you as you start to eat, picking up a book from his bedside table and sliding glasses on.

You eat in comfortable silence, sneaking glances over at Namjoon every so often, his brows furrowed while he reads just like always. The warm feeling invades your chest again, leading you to move the breakfast tray aside, sliding over to lean against the man beside you, landing a quick kiss on his cheek.

His brows unfurrow, only to be replaced by his dimples and he looks over at you.

“Hi, babe.” He smiles down at you, and the affectionate nickname takes you by surprise, causing a grin to break across your face.

“Hi.”

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You fall into a comfortable routine with Namjoon, spending any time away from your family with him, oftentimes spending the night at his apartment. However, as the week and the holidays dwindle away, you realize you’re due to drive back into the city the following day while with Namjoon at Booked Up.

“What do you think of this one?” He holds up another book to you, red with embossed gold letters.

“...I’m leaving tomorrow,” you mutter quietly in response.

“What?”

“I said, I’m leaving tomorrow,” you repeat, looking at the floor.

Namjoon quickly shelves the book in his hand, walking closer to you, fingers gently lifting your chin to face him.

“It feels like you just got here.” He murmurs in return, thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“I know.”

“Well…what does that mean for us?” Namjoon sounds nervous as he asks, eyes searching yours for some shred of hope to hold onto.

“There is no us, Joon. I have to go back, the city is too far, and like I told you, I’ve not been successful anyway. I can’t even write.”

His shoulders fall, foot scuffing the floor as he avoids eye contact.

“But you could just-”

“Don’t ask me to stay, you know I won’t. You asked me that last time and it didn’t work.” Your eyes start filling with tears thinking back on when you left last time, almost a carbon copy of the scene that’s playing out before you.

“This is different,” he states simply.

You shake your head. “No, it’s not. I have to go back. This week has been great, but that’s all it was…this week.”

Namjoon’s face steels over in resolve. “Fine. Can we at least keep in contact more than before?” His eyes hold a small glimmer of hope as he searches your face.

“Yes, I think that would be okay.”

The corners of his lips turn up, though the smile doesn’t quite meet his eyes. He simply nods and leans in to kiss your forehead.

“Safe travels,” he murmurs against your skin, then turns and leaves you standing in the bookstore as if you’d always been alone.

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The drive back to the city is quiet, save for your music gently playing in the background. You keep running over your conversation with Namjoon in your mind…you made the right decision. Right?

“But I’m right where you left me…”

The same song plays through your speaker as on your trip home, making you grimace. You really were in the same place as before…the only difference this time being that you’d reconnected (and slept with) the man you’d had a crush on all throughout high school and college, but here you were, the same broken girl who couldn’t write or publish a book, couldn’t tell her parents or friends the truth, and apparently couldn’t handle her own feelings.

A sense of déjà vu creeps over you as you pull into your apartment’s parking garage, your phone chirping with a text notification.

Joon: Hope you made it back safely. FaceTime tonight?

You can’t help the small smile that fights its way onto your face as you respond. You grab your things out of your backseat, and hurry up to your apartment to escape the cold. You’re greeted by your dog as you open the door, excited to see you after a week of being taken care of by one of your best friends, Jimin.

You put your bag down, and decide to try and work on your book on the couch. It stares at you like always, blankly. You have no idea where to start, and so decide to place an order for takeout delivery from your favorite restaurant. An hour later, you have made no progress and the doorbell rings.

You get up from the couch, plodding over to the door, opening it…only to see Namjoon standing in front of you.

“I think this is yours?” He holds up a bag of food.

“What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” He ignores your question to ask one of his own.

“Yes, of course…but what are you doing here?” you repeat, closing the door behind him.

“I decided FaceTime wasn’t enough. You said you had to go back, that the city was too far, so I came to you instead.” He plops down on the couch, placing your takeout on the table in front of him. He then starts unpacking the food, making sure everything that’s on the receipt is in the bag.

You round the table and take a seat next to him, knees touching. “You came here…just to see me?”

He nods nonchalantly, placing a plate of food in front of you. You take the plate and look at him incredulously. You can’t believe he’s driven here just to see you…this was certainly different than before.

He pulls out a book to read while you’re eating, and once you’re done, you scoot closer to him.

“What are you reading?” You peer over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the words.

“Wouldn’t you love to know?”

You nod with a smile on your face. “I wasn’t asking for fun.”

“Here,” he pats his lap, motioning for you to lay your head down. “I’ll read to you.”

It turns out that it’s a coming-of-age story, one that you quickly get engrossed in. You’re listening with rapt attention, so invested that it takes you a second to realize that Namjoon’s free hand that isn’t holding the book is carding slowly through your hair. The warmth you’ve come to associate with the man sitting in front of you blooms in your chest and spreads through your whole body. Suddenly, you have an idea and sit straight up, almost jostling the book from his grasp.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, concern lacing his features.

You don’t answer, instead racing over to your laptop, waking it from sleep mode. The blank page blinks up at you, but instead of being overwhelmed by it, it excites you. You reach out to the keys, slowly typing out the first sentence of your book.

“It always leads to you and my hometown.”

As the words sit in front of you, you can’t help but smile. You turn back to Namjoon, who finds your smile infectious, his own forming on his face.

“I just started my book. Finally.”

“Wait, really? What’s it about?” Namjoon is shocked at your news, but feels pride swell in his chest at your words.

“It’s about you…about us.” You reply bashfully, color working its way onto your cheeks.

“Really?” His voice is small, surprised. You nod.

In reply, he rushes over to you, grabbing your hands and forcing you to stand. Once you’re in front of him, he picks you up and twirls you around in a tight hug, his embrace starting to feel more and more like home.

You look up at him once he’s placed you back on your feet, joy sparkling in his eyes.

“Would you…want to maybe stay the night?” you hesitantly ask.

His response is to lean down and meet your lips in a kiss.

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

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