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(cr. dwellingsouls)

KIM TAEHYUNG └ BTS ’Love Yourself’ World Tour: Japan Edition

he makes me feel like heaven is a real place…

D-2 POSTERS | 2 yrs with d-2! | doolsetbangtan | ig ; twt

ahh this is getting more and more exciting!! i’m getting such a bad feeling from agent kelson and those two idiots, minwoo and nate😤 i’m onto them!! i love jungkook and his relationship with y/n, he’s so damn funny😂😂

i was so scared for y/n for a minute there but omg jimin saved her 😫 and he was stroking her hair, trying to calm her down!! i’m already in love with him, i fear 🥹

is it weird that i think taehyung’s appearance out of nowhere was kinda sus? idk but him just running into jungkook doesn’t seem like a coincidence to me 🧐 is he perhaps… jimin’s companion? i know it’s a super wild guess but we really can’t trust anyone 👀 👀

“She’ll know soon either way.” OHH?? lilo omg i’m so intrigued by this story🤩 we’re only two chapters in and it’s already sooo amazing, i have so many questions!! i’ve never read anything similar so i’m very excited to find out what comes next!! can i be added to the taglist? thank you for writing 🥰🫶

Mission: Park Jimin

chapter two

pairing: Jimin x reader; some Jungkook x reader and Taehyung x reader

summary: You come across a rather flimsy lead and set out with Jungkook to check it out. And come face to face with Jimin once again.

words: ~3,500

genre/warnings/rating: 17+; angst; some fluff; enemies to still enemies, maybe frenemies; idiots to still idiots; friends to friendlier friends; swearing; references/allusion to violence; reader is in a life or death situation; mentions of death and dying; mentions of weapons and pistols; some (poor) attempts at humour; the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

a/n: hope you enjoy!

tags: @scuzmunkie

chapter one | chapter two

“Shhh, don’t say a word.”

Your whole body tenses as you feel a set of hands wrap around your waist. It takes you a few seconds to switch off high alert once you realize the voice belongs to Jungkook and not Park Jimin. After your encounter with Jimin in front of Mr. Kim’s gallery last week, you’re (understandably) a little jumpy.

You elbow Jungkook in the ribs and he yelps, doubling over in a theatric display. His form on the floor elicits a sigh from you, quite used to his antics by this point.

“That’s not funny, Jungkook. I almost went for my pistol.”

“You mean the one you gave to Park—?”Though his eyes are starting to water from pain (oops, you might have elbowed him a little harder than intended), he still manages to let a wise crack slip.

“I didn’t… you know what, never mind,” you groan, rolling your eyes as you walk past him, accidentally letting your knee connect with his side.

“Ugh, I’m on my knees here,” he grumbles, and then quietly adds when he notices you’re out of earshot, “I guess only Park gets your mercy…”

Agent Kelson’s assistant, Nia hears Jungkook and giggles, earning a small wink from him as he slowly pushes himself off the ground.

Your half eaten sandwich looks mysteriously smaller but you take another bite anyways, plopping down into your desk, elbows down as your eyes scan the case file spread out over your desk, careful not to let the mayonnaise drip onto your organized chaos.

Jungkook saunters over as if nothing happened, pulling over a chair and flipping it backwards to sit across from you with his arms folded over the back of it.

“He’s been spotted near the central bank again,” Jungkook notes, watching you lick some mayonnaise off your finger, eyes flickering for a split second before letting them fall to your desk.

“Hmm, I heard that too. But it’s hard to believe those reports since no one has ever seen his face. Didn’t even leave his calling card.”

“True, but the body, the build, the mannerisms. They seem to match up with that video of him going into Gyu Gallery. He has a way about him that’s one of a kind.”

“Fair,” you sigh, tracing the photo in front of you with your fingertip, “but nothing was stolen. The witness just said he was near the bank, that’s all.”

“Maybe he was scoping out the place?”

“Plausible,” you hum thoughtfully, and take another bite of your sandwich. Jungkook watches in horror as you continue through mouthfuls, “But he isn’t going for a money heist. Pretty sure his next hit is another gallery,” you sigh, wiping your mouth but eyes never leaving the photo you keep coming back to, the one with a very young Jimin standing next to a tall, slightly terrifying looking man. Something about the photo feels off. It’s probably inconsequential but you can’t help but stare.

“Why the bank, then? It’s not like he’s going to take out a savings plan or something,” Jungkook grins, fully expecting you to laugh. But it doesn’t come.

Your eyes are glued to the top half of the photo. There’s something oddly familiar about the mess of trees behind the two mismatched people, a long spherical structure sticking out in between the trees, so daunting in the backdrop that it taunts you with a vague memory. That exact location, the clearing, the unexpected forget me nots poking out from beside the bushes… it’s very reminiscent of a place you used to visit quite often.

“I feel like I’m talking to myself over here,” Jungkook sighs, resting his head on his arms as he stares at you.

“Hmm?” Your head swivels up and you meet Jungkook’s eyes. There’s a glaze to your eyes that he wasn’t expecting.

“What—?”

“I think there might be a link between the central bank and this photo… maybe. I need to check it out. Wanna come?”

He grabs the sandwich you had set down and scarfs it down as you fixate on the photo, tracing your fingertip across the very edge of the photo.

“Ready?”

You nod and quickly drop your file into your bag, grabbing your jacket before eyeing the empty spot where your sandwich had sat moments ago. Jungkook fixes you with a faux innocent stare that would make Bambi jealous, his eyes still on you as he carefully wipes away a spot of mayonnaise from the corner of his mouth, a tiny grin daring to peek out in between.

If you weren’t in such a hurry, you might have said something, maybe poked fun at him, or better yet guilted him into buying you another sandwich. Maybe dinner. But instead you wordlessly give him a raised brow and then throw on your jacket, quickly cutting across the floor before you hear your name, a gruff shout that bounces off the walls.

“Where are you going?”

It’s Agent Kelson. And only he can make an innocuous statement like that feel like verbal assault. You feel the sting of his words against your face.

“Uh, Jungkook and I are going to check out a thread on the Park file. Won’t take long.”

He stands there contemplating both of you before raising his hand towards you, a silent “come here” as he gestures his fingers towards himself.

You acquiesce, shuffling towards him.

“I thought I told you to take Minwoo and Nate with you?”

Again? Although you never minded before, his request doesn’t sit well with you this time.

“But Park isn’t going to be there. We really don’t need back up to scope out a possible lead,” you counter angrily, before adding “Sir” with a forced smile.

“They’re going with you, whether you like it or not,” he demands, and looking behind you, he yells out, “Hey, Nate, Minwoo, go with Y/N and Jungkook.” Looking back at you, his lips stretch into a shape reminiscent of the Grinch, “Now you may go.”

“But, sir,” you urge through gritted teeth, “I think you should reconsider”. He simply tuts you away, hands on his hip and jaw set.

You can feel yourself getting warm. Ever since your encounter with Jimin, you’ve been on edge. His words still dance along the very recesses of your mind.

You’re far too trusting. Especially of your supervisor, Agent Kelson.

Be careful, because your next mission will have you caught in the crossfire.

Jungkook elbows you, a signal that you’re overstepping. Noticing your jaw clench, he clears his throat and steps in, his forced giggle a little grating under the circumstances, “Aw let them come, Y/N. I wanna know how they both managed to get tied up side by side, fully armed, behind the garbage cans. Didn’t Park only have a knife?” He starts cackling but you just groan, staring at Agent Kelson. He isn’t going to change his mind.

You turn away with a huff and spot Minwoo and Nate leaving the premises. Hanging back, you whisper only loud enough for Jungkook to hear, “We need to lose them.” Although he looks a bit startled, he quickly nods, his hand falling to your lower back urging you ahead of him.

“Just there, Nate,” you point towards a parking spot off the corner of the central bank. “We need to spread out to see if we can find any clues before meeting back here in an hour. Deal?” You hold out your hand to Minwoo in the front seat as Nate eyes you through the rearview mirror.

Minwoo turns around, but instead of shaking your hand, he bypasses you and looks at Jungkook, who just shrugs his shoulders, the beginnings of a grin dancing on his face. You elbow Jungkook, and he nods quickly, adding “That sounds like a perfect plan. Should Nate and I take the south and you two take the east?”

Your lips pull into a straight line, your eyes burning a hole in Jungkook’s. “I was thinking,” you start through gritted teeth, “that you would come with me, Jungkook. And Minwoo and Nate can take the eastern entrance.”

“I like Jungkook’s idea better, Y/N. Come with me and we can go around the back together,” Minwoo notes, grabbing your still extended hand to shake it roughly. Nate’s smirk catches your eye in the mirror before he looks ahead to slide into a parking spot.

You squeeze Minwoo’s hand hard, too hard, and he grimaces before pulling it away.

“I set a punishing pace, Minwoo.” Your eyes glimmer with mischief and Minwoo gulps. “I grew up near here and know the area pretty well. Actually, I used to play fort up that hill,” you note, pointing behind the central bank. “It’s much higher than it seems. I know your leg is still sore from… your run-in with Park.”

You hear Jungkook snicker, a quiet “Run in? More like he laid down for him,” coming from Jungkook but you ignore it, forging ahead with Minwoo.

“I won’t go easy on you. Do you really want to trek up there with me?” You lean in close to Minwoo, your eyes sparkling. He swallows again and turns to Nate.

“Nate, do you want to go with Y/N instead?”

But Nate is no longer paying attention, his eyes on a pretty girl in a suit walking towards the building.

“I think I’ll take the main entrance for now. Might be useful to ask the tellers if they’ve seen anything suspicious,” Nate murmurs, eyes never leaving the girl. You turn to Jungkook with a jerk of your head.

“What’s with him?”

Minwoo just groans, “I thought you were over her. Nate? Nate?”

When Nate shows no reaction, Minwoo reaches over and shakes him. But it’s no use. Minwoo’s hand slowly slips from his shoulder as Nate unbuckles his belt and steps out, and within moments he’s already halfway to the front entrance.

“Ok, fine,” Minwoo grunts, “you two go around the back, and Nate and I will check out the interior.”

You can’t help the smile making its way onto your face, now partially hidden by your hand, as you give him an enthusiastic nod. “Sounds good. An hour, ok?”

“Why are we doing this again?”

Jungkook is trailing behind you, carrying your bag as you take photos of the path leading up the hill behind the bank.

“That photo, you know the one I was looking at,” you mutter, and look behind to see Jungkook staring at you. Actually, he was staring at your ass.

“Were you just…” You blurt out, eyes round in amazement.

“What,” he mumbles out, a lopsided grin creasing his cheeks as he bites his lip. “There’s not much else worth looking at up here.”

“Hmm,” you ponder, bringing your camera to your face, “I must say, Jungkook, in this light you look kinda…” The rest of your words die on your tongue as your attention shifts to the man before you, a quiet shutter sound evidence that you indeed snapped a picture of him.

Panic sets in as Jungkook imagines what your next words might have been.

“I mean…it’s just…” Jungkook stutters, his smile growing as he brings his hands to his ears, trying to hide the pink that’s starting to bloom along the tips. It’s obvious he’s a bit flustered by the insinuation as you’ve never shown any real romantic interest in him before.

“Get a grip, Jungkook. You just looked… so goofy. I might want a copy of it actually,” you smile, noticing his face contort into a pout.

“Kinda wish I brought a camera too.”

“Why? Do I look beautiful in this light,” you ask haughtily, flicking your hair as you meet his eyes with a smirk.

“Actually, I was enjoying the view far more before you turned around.”

You groan, hands coming to your hips, and at the sight his smile twists into a smirk.

You open your mouth, hoping for a witty quip to fluster him again — you quite enjoy doing that — but none comes. So you turn back around, starting on your trek again, carelessly throwing out an order to Jungkook, oblivious to the way his eyes widen at your words.

“Keep your eyes on the trail, Jungkook. You can stare at my ass all you want once we’re done.”

Once he regains composure, he whispers quietly to himself, half hoping you hear him.

“Damn. Then at least stop swaying like that.”

After several minutes of silence, you’re pulled roughly into Jungkook as his hand wraps around your mouth. “I think I saw someone,” he whispers into your ear, and you follow his line of sight to see a flash of black disappear behind a tree.

You push him away and point two fingers to the corner furthest from the tree. He nods and you duck down to take the other side. You feel for your pistol and hold it in your grasp as you continue to skulk towards the edge, meeting Jungkook’s eyes momentarily before he disappears behind the bushes.

As you continue parallel to the black flash, you notice another flash a few metres ahead and you break into a sprint to catch up to it.

It’s Park Jimin. You’re sure of it.

Your boots hit the dirt in quick succession, your chest constricting for the briefest moment before exhilaration takes over. The chase. The adrenaline. This is why you got into this line of work.

You spot the hint of black disappear behind another tree and you chase after it, careful not to trip over the rocks scattered across the ground. You notice a clearing up ahead and make a mad dash for it. The trees are more sparse here and suddenly you realize this might be the place you saw. The one in the photo. With young Jimin and the scary looking man.

Temporarily distracted by that thought, the edge comes faster than you expect and suddenly you’re skidding to a stop — but it’s too late. Your boots catch on a rock and you trip, toppling over and barely catching a branch as you slam against the cliff’s edge, your body dangling off the ledge. The cliff’s edge. How did you forget this was here?

You’re lucky a stray root branch at the edge caught your attention in the split second of your free fall, but now you’re hanging off the edge with that branch as the sole source of your salvation. Your other hand grasps the dirt floor, only barely providing enough leverage to balance your weight.

Shit. One wrong move and it’s all over.

You risk glancing down and immediately regret it, the dizzying height bringing a lump to your throat. You’re dangling about a hundred metres from the ground — and fear strikes your chest as you process your predicament.

You attempt to kick up but it only serves to loosen your grip, not that you have much of a hold in the first place. There are no proper hand holds or even a small ledge in sight — it will be a straight drop if you fall.

You take a deep breath and consider your options. There’s only one.

“Jungkook! Help! Jungkook!”

Your hand slips and you cry out again, tears now pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Please… Don’t let me die…,” you lament, watching your knuckles flex with the effort of trying to hold on. Any other position and you could have pulled yourself up. But at this angle, your best attempts could bring your downfall.

Not one to give up easily, you still attempt to pull yourself up, but soon you notice the branch starting to stretch, on the way to being uprooted.

Worse still, your knuckles flex under the pressure, a warning signal that they will give out soon.

You don’t have much time.

“Someone please help me! Ahhh! Help!”

You keep your eyes on the edge and suddenly a vision comes to mind. Of a little boy, reaching down for you.

“I think we should go back now, Y/N.”

The blur fades but you still see the very tips of fingers floating towards you, disembodied but very much solid. You shake your head and try to regain composure, certain that you’re losing your mind out of fear.

But the hand remains. This time, accompanied by a voice.

“Take my hand!”

It may be nothing more than a grunt but the sound is very real.

You reach towards the hand that’s stretching out to meet yours, realizing Jungkook must have heard your cries.

You barely make contact but it’s enough. As he gets a proper grip, he pulls you up with one swift motion, so forceful that the momentum causes you to topple over him, your face crashing into his chest.

At contact, you immediately bury your face into his solid body, trembling in his embrace, your hands curling around the fabric of his shirt.

“Fuck, I’m so happy you’re here,” you sigh against his chest and feel his hand tangle in your hair, followed by soothing strokes obviously intended to calm you down.

“You’re safe now, Agent.”

That’s not Jungkook’s voice.

You raise your head slowly but he shoves you aside and rolls over, crouching a few feet from you, leaving you propped on your elbow staring at the back of the man who saved your life.

“Don’t let this go to your head, Agent. I won’t save you next time.”

“Park Jimin—?”

Before he can answer you hear shouts from your right.

“Y/N! Y/N! I’m coming!”

Jungkook stops short at the sight of you, hands on his knees, panting as he tries to catch his breath. And to your surprise, Taehyung comes up around him, steps slow and hesitant until his eyes land on you in a heap on the ground. He run towards you immediately, his bottle falling aside as he cups your face in his hands.

“What happened?”

Sudden realization dawns on you as your eyes snap to the left.

But he’s gone.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook crouches beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your eyes.

“We heard your cries right after Jungkook and I ran into each other on the hiking trail,” Taehyung adds, grabbing your hands and leaning in closer to examine you. “You’re trembling, Y/N. Did something happen?” Taehyung asks, trying to catch your eye.

You push Taehyung and Jungkook away, rising to your feet and dazedly walking in the direction of Jimin’s afterimage. It was him. But why? Why would he save you when you’re standing between him and freedom.

Suddenly you feel the ghost of his hands on your body and it sends a wave of shivers through you. That’s weird. Is it because you thought those were Jungkook’s hands at the time… or because you now realize they were his?

Taehyung grabs your hand and spins you around, cupping your face again, his eyes gazing deeply into yours, seemingly searching for something. “Are you alright, Y/N? You look really shaken up.”

“I-It was Park Jimin…”

Jungkook jumps to his feet, walking past you before turning back, anger flickering in his eyes. “That asshole again? Did he hurt you, Y/N? I’ll make him pay,” he grunts but you manage to grab his sleeve.

“Never mind, Jungkook. Let’s go back to the station,” you whisper, pulling him closer to you, “He must be long gone by now.”

In your heart you know he’s probably not far but you can’t bring yourself to chase after him, at least not alongside Jungkook.

Jungkook looks unconvinced but his eyes never leave you, his hand falling to your lower back as he continues to examine you. However, you don’t give him much time as you turn back to Taehyung. “I hope we didn’t startle you, Taehyung. Just a regular day for us agents,” you force a smile, grabbing onto Jungkook even tighter when you realize your hands are still shaking. “Enjoy your hike. And say hi to your dad for me.”

At Taehyung’s hesitant nod, you push Jungkook ahead of you and both of you make your way back to the car. When you get there, Nate and Minwoo are already there, waiting for you.

You came face to face with Park Jimin again, and once again he slipped through your fingers. But you’re not mad this time.

You’re just grateful you didn’t slip through his fingers.

What you don’t realize is that you didn’t slip his attention either.

Hidden from view, Jimin watches you and Jungkook make your way to your car, the one that already contains the two others. The ones he has been watching. But this other guy, the tall one with the slim build and tattoo sleeve… he’s new, at least to Jimin.

“Do you think she’s figured it out, yet?” Jimin turns back to his companion and shakes his head solemnly.

“I don’t think so. Otherwise she wouldn’t have been so surprised to see me. No, she doesn’t know yet. But she’s a smart one. I trust she will figure it out,” Jimin mutters, pulling on his leather gloves.

His attention returns to you and he watches as you walk around the car absentmindedly, completely oblivious to Jungkook holding a door open for you. Your mind is clearly somewhere else.

“She’ll know soon enough either way.”

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