Genre: Angst, Spy AU
Pairing: Reader x Namjoon
Length: 8901 words
Warning: Murder, Suicide.
Summary: What do you do when the one you love turns out to be your worst enemy?
“For fuck’s sake!”, the boy yelled at me, his voice echoing in the empty parking lot. “Just let go of him, you’re gonna kill him!”
“Honey”, I hummed, eyeing his accomplice -apparently called Jimin-writhing in my grip, “That’s the point. You were both very naughty, trying to follow me, so it’s only fair you get punished.”
I knew their leader was a cruel and unjust man. He had killed countless before me and now he wouldn’t rest until my blood was spilled. Why? Well, I was a spy, who knew all about his inner workings. He went by the alias ‘RM’, and he was good at hiding in the shadows. Apparently, his own men didn’t know what he looked like. I hated the way I felt exposed, not knowing the bastard’s face, but him knowing mine. I didn’t like that one bit.
My boss, Seokjin (called himself ‘Jin’), called me not even five minutes before, telling me that I was being followed by two of RM’s trusted men. Whether they were planning to kill me, or just find out where I lived, I didn’t know, because my plan of action had been to lure them into this abandoned parking lot to teach them a lesson.
I may have been a spy, but my fighting skills were second to none. The funny thing was, although our organisation was big, it only took me and Jin to infiltrate these guys and find out about them, whereas RM had many men trying to stop us, yet still hadn’t succeeded.
I let go of the one called Jimin and he dropped to the ground like a dead weight. The other boys eyes widened. “Don’t worry sweetie, he’s still alive. What’s your name?” I didn’t actually want to kill such a young recruit, even if he was on RM’s side.
“V? As in the letter?” He simply nodded in response. “Well, V, tell your boss something from me. Tell him if he keeps sending his men after me, I will kill them all- from A all the way down to fucking Z. You got that?”
Again, a nod. “Good.” I eyed Jimin. “Have fun dragging him back to wherever the hell you came from.”
Just as I was leaving the parking lot, my phone started to ring. It was Namjoon, my boyfriend. “Hey baby where are you? Dinner’s getting cold.”
“Sorry Joonie”, I apologised numbly. Over the span of our 6 month relationship, I had grown accustomed to lying to him. “Left work late. I’ll be there in 10 baby.”I smiled at his little chuckle. “It’s fine. I’ll see you in a bit.”
I called Jin straight after. “You stopped those boys yet? What did they want?”I rolled my eyes as the boss started bombarding me with questions as soon as he answered.
“Yes I’m fine thank you, how are you?”, I replied wryly. “Not sure why they were following me and to be honest I don’t care as long as I can stop them. Are you sure they’re one of his most trusted?”
“Yes, I’m sure. They’re on radar. Why?”
“It’s just that...they seem around my age Jin. That’s young to be recruited in this business. And before you say anything, I’ve been trained, and we all know RM doesn’t train his men. Too busy being one of the biggest criminal’s of our city. That’s why so many of them end up dead.”
“X, I doubt the man’s got any morals whatsoever. If he could, he’d steal candy from a baby then laugh in it’s face.” I snorted in amusement. ‘X’, by the way, was my code-name. We never called each other by first name on the phone, in case the phones had somehow been tapped.
“We’re getting closer to taking him down Jin. I can feel it.”
“Y/n..”, he trailed off, as if he’d decided against saying whatever he was going to say.
“What? Tell me.”
“Are you sure I shouldn’t call up back-up for when you finally confront him? I know you can fight and all but-”
“But nothing, Jin. Taking him down’s the easy bit. It’s just finding the fucker that’s hassle.” I tried not to sound mildly offended in Jin’s subtle doubting of my fighting capabilities.
I was close to home now, which was my cue to end this call. “I’ll email you with updates as they come”, Jin briefed. He knew whereabouts I was without me even saying anything. Part of my job required pretty ,much 24/7 tracking, just in case a mission went wrong and I need back-up.
“OK Jin, thanks. Later.” I hung up just as I reached the drive, walking past our shared car and straight into the house. Namjoon must have left the door unlocked for me.
“Hey, I’m home”, I called.
“Ah, finally!”, Namjoon huffed from the kitchen. I locked the front door, grinning at the sound of his voice. “I’m sorry Joonie, you know how unpredictable work can be!”, I moaned, walking into the kitchen. He got up from his seat on the table and pulled me in for a hug.
“Ah I know y/n. I just hate when you get held up...I wanna spend time with you.” He kissed the top of my head and I smiled sadly into his chest. Over the last half a year, I wondered a lot about what would happen to him if a mission did go wrong...and I would never come home again?
I knew Jin would arrange my death to look accidental, but Namjoon would never know what I was, or what I did. He would never know me. Sometimes...I thought our love was unfortunate. For both of us.
“Hey you big softie, I’m here now. C’mon, let’s eat. That smells delicious.”
I was recruited aged 16 by Jin’s lot. I was hot wiring my neighbours a car in the middle of the night to run away, when I got caught. Thinking it was the police, I ran. But they caught me up and took me to Jin, who informed me that my truancy and means of self-defence from quite a young age had caught his eye, and he wondered whether I was interested in joining.
At the time, I just thought this boy, who wasn’t that much older than me, was just taking the piss, so of course, I said no. But he sent men, women anyone he could find, after me- he said he did that so I could prove to myself how good I actually was.
My parents grew worried, seeing me come home with cuts and bruises each day, although I saw them as battle scars. I liked the adrenaline rush. I liked the satisfaction of winning. So at the age of 17 ½, I agreed to join him. To help him find and fight the gangs and criminals roaming our streets.
Basically like unqualified and more violent police- except I actually got the job done. He put me thought almost two years of rigorous training before I was ready for real assignments.
But according to him, those two years were worth it because at the end of it all, he’d produced a two-in-one package- me. People were either brains or brawn in this business- never both. Until I came along.
So a few years went by. I moved away from home, and this became my full time job. I didn’t go to university, except for an undercover assignment regarding multiple drug deals, and that’s when I met Namjoon, who was there to pick up a friend.
I had no one in my life up until that point, and things changed for me, especially when we moved in together. It slowly started to become a chore, to juggle the job and the relationship. I was acting like two different people- the ruthless tracker and the busy but loving girlfriend. And frankly,as much as I did love Namjoon, it tired me.
But as time went by, obviously I grew accustomed to it and it was as natural as breathing. It was rare, but on the occasion that someone did find me walking home, I’d pass it off as a ‘work-thing’ and that would be enough for him. I had to commend him for never getting suspicious- most men would probably think I was cheating on them.
That was another thing- I only had Namjoon. And Jin, obviously. No one else in my life apart from those two. Namjoon always chastised me about going out and meeting new people. But new people meant more attachments. And more attachments translated into more weaknesses that could be used against me if anyone knew about them. So it was easier this way. People didn’t mean shit to me in my youth- and they certainly didn’t mean anything more to me now.
“...So, is that a yes?”
I snapped out of it, staring blankly at him. “Hmm?”
He grinned. “You weren’t listening, were you? I said, the boys from work are having a get together tomorrow night, so you gonna be OK spending the night alone?”
“Oh yeah, course I will”, I nodded. His office job drained him, so I was glad to see he was going to have a fun night out. At first, I had been a bit suspicious of Namjoon, and had even asked him to show me where he worked. He had a cluttered little office, and had around five or six friends on his floor that he went out with from time to time. I had never met his friends, and didn’t really care to do so. Namjoon was enough for me.
“Thank you baby, you’re the best.”
“Far from it”, i laughed.
“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to make some n-”
“New friends? Nah, I’m good Joonie”, I smiled. What was the point of something so temporary? Was the world blind? Friendship was just a notion, something that grew old with time. It wasn’t something valued or life-saving. Why invest so much time into such a fragile bond? Obviously, I kept these thoughts to myself, because no one except Jin understood.
As far as I was aware, he had no one else too. Left his family at a young age like me. Was an introvert, like me. We had quite a bit in common.
Not even a fortnight ago, Jin and I tracked down one of RM’s many corrupt beneficiaries. I took him down when he refused to talk, looking down on me for being a girl. That was always something I used to my advantage- men like these weren’t scared of girls, so it was always amusing to see them cowering away from me five minutes later.
I let him walk free, simply to show RM what I was capable of. Of course, the higher ups refused to pay me for the assignment because Suho didn’t end up six feet under, but Jin, the kind soul he was, put some money into my account anyway. He looked out for me, Jin did. Practically made me into who I was today.
That night, I was quite restless, the toil and efforts of tracking down the untrackable starting to get to me. I felt hopeless, scouring the damn city for days on end, following empty leads and fabricated clues that were getting me nowhere. It’s like he was playing a game with me.
My track records of assignments completed was pretty impressive- every single one done as asked, except obviously letting Suho live. RM was on my mind 24/7 and I hated it. It would be so satisfying to finally get the fucker. I told Jin we’d party on his damn grave, the two of us chuckling at the thought.
Namjoon’s arm tightened around me as his breath hitched in his sleep. He didn’t deserve me, but fate dictated he was stuck with me. Poor him.
The next day, after Namjoon had gone to work, I marched over to Jin’s office, in the old abandoned building a few streets away. He was situated in what was deemed a ‘rough area’- it kept people away and looked dead, so no one would suspect it was still in use.
I barged in, looking slightly manic, with next to no sleep and a bad mood. “Y/n”, Jin greeted me, looking immaculate as always. He threaded his fingers together and placed them on his desk eloquently. “Pleasure as always.”
“Jin. This freaking son of a bitch is driving me insane. We need to find him.”
Jin sighed. “Y/n, how many times? Sometimes an assignment takes time, and that’s OK. The more time it takes, the greater the satisfaction once you complete it.”
I stretched out my arms and leaned on his desk, looming over him. “ It takes others time, sure. It never takes me this long Jin. Ever. And everyday, more people die, corrupt people get more money in their pockets, and that bastard goes to bed happy, because I can’t find him!”
He gestured for me to take a seat, glancing at the whiteboard on the wall behind him. It was full of our ideas and leads- so it was basically just a mess of scribbles. I couldn’t help but feel dejected at the masses of question marks littered all over.
“So what do we know? We know RM is male, because the people he occasionally sends after you refer to him as ‘he’. We know he’s likely to be in his twenties, just like the majority of the people he hires. We know you are his number one target, just as he is yours.”
He threw his hands up, clearly as frustrated as I was. “That’s it. That’s all we have to go on. No computer records, no known activity except Suho’s little deal, no nothing. No wonder you can’t find him. He’s an unknown. He could be a normal everyday civilian who’s passed you on the street.”
I knew all this before. “Your best bet would be to wait until he sends another one of his men after you, so you can torture them for information.”
“The men he hires don’t know shit Jin. He must have thought of people betraying him beforehand. I’m pretty sure those two boys I stopped in the parking lot the other day hadn’t even seen his face. Remember when he sent that guy to attack me...what was his name...Hobi? And he told us that he only communicates with RM via a phone he was sent in the mail. And when I asked what his voice sounded like, Hobi told me it comes out distorted. RM’s a clever bastard, I’ll give him that.”
Jin leaned back in his chair. “Too clever. Someone like you, who spends no more than a day on regular assignments..spending months on this...I mean, we’ve never encountered anyone like this. Not just us, but our entire organisation.” He suddenly looked tired. I knew he had been fretting over this just as much as I had.
“We’ll get him Jin. I’ve never let you down before, have I?”
“No, and I know for a fact that you never will. Just have patience, but stay on your guard too y/n. This guys isn’t the biggest criminal around for no reason.”
“How’s Namjoon?”, he asked. This didn’t surprise me as Jin always asked about him. He was the only other person in my life after all. It was funny- they’d never met, but Jin knew all about him.
“He’s good as per”, I replied. “He’s going out later with some friends, so I might take that opportunity to go follow a new lead. Suho said something about a nightclub as his weekly meet-up point, remember? There’s only two clubs around here, so I’ll check them out.”
“I don’t think he’ll go there anymore- I reckon Suho must have told him that you know about it.”
“That sly son of a bitch”, I sighed. “I told him to keep his trap shut.”
“But”, Jin countered, “It’s worth checking them out on the offhand that he kept quiet. I mean, after all the time that has been invested in this assignment, I’m sure you’re willing to do anything at this point.”
I hummed in agreement. “Damn right. Read to give away my first born to crack this.” He laughed. “We’ll do it y/n. We always do.”
I trudged back home and went through all my files and notes, reading through all the dirt I had on RM, completely losing track of time. When the front door opened and I heard Namjoon call “Baby, I’m home!”, I hurriedly collected all the papers together, opting to shove them under the bed.
“Hey”, I called back, rushing downstairs to hug him. “How was your day?”
“A lot better now I’ve seen you”, he grinned, lightly kissing my forehead. “I know you’re going later, but do you want anything to eat now? I was about to order takeout.”
“Nah, I’m good. Boys are going to a buffet so I need to be practically starved to enjoy myself”, he laughed.
“You taking the car or walking?”
“We’re all meeting up at my colleagues house, who lives like two streets away, and he’ll drive us there and back.” Good. That meant the car would be mine for the evening.
I snuggled up to him on the couch, wondering if the people out there keeping a watch on me knew about Namjoon. I worried more about his life being in danger than my own. “So tired”, he yawned. “It was non-stop at work today.”
“Why don’t you have a nap?”, I suggested, my fingers nimbly trailing down his clothed chest. “I’ll wake you up an hour before you have to get there, so you can freshen up and change.”
His eyes were heavy and his body relaxed, so he had little option but to agree with my suggestion. “OK. Thanks y/n.” I smiled at him and left him to it, going straight back upstairs to properly hide the papers I had carelessly left under the bed.
I didn’t have anything to do, feeling to lazy to sift through more files- and obviously cautious of the fact that Namjoon was now home, asleep or not. Checking my laptop, I had no new emails from Jin. I wanted time to speed up so I could go out and see if I could find him.
And it did exactly the opposite. Finally, at 7 pm, I went back down. “Namjoon, wake up, it’s 7.” I shook him awake, and he immediately bolted up. “7? Shit, I’m gonna be late.”
“No you’re not, you said you weren’t meeting until 8″, I reminded him. He looked momentarily confused. “Did I?” I smiled at his dopiness. “Yes, you did. So don’t worry, you’re good for time.”
He theatrically sighed in relief and went upstairs to get changed. I waited downstairs, silently willing for him to hurry. I had been so unproductive all day, and I absolutely hated that. Jin said I was like a machine with no off button.
Namjoon was surprisingly quick, done in ten minutes. He still seemed to be slightly rushed as he looked around for his coat. I sighed at his forgetfulness and walked into the kitchen to get it. “Thanks y/n”, he smiled, shrugging the long overcoat on.
With a quick kiss to the lips and a small wave, he was gone. I shut the door behind him, waiting patiently (well as patient as I could be), until he was out of sight.
Then I ran upstairs to grab the essentials. Phone, so Jin knew of my whereabouts. Car keys. And gun,of course. I waited around five more minutes before I set off myself. If RM was going to his little meet-up, then now would be the perfect time. It was too early for the club scene to have loads of people milling about, and too late for the daytime cops to be on the prowl.
Starting up the car, I quickly rang Jin's office phone beforehand, just to make sure he knew. The reason we worked so well as a duo was because we constantly kept each other updated. I wasn’t really perturbed when it went to answerphone- he’d probably gone home for the day.
So I drove to the first club I knew of and it was completely shut. The light were off and doors, padlocked. Nevertheless, I got out and scanned the perimeter, watching for any signs of movement. It was pitch black, with no streetlights down there either, but I was fine with that. With darkness came the element of surprise.
But after thoroughly scouring the area, I came to the solid conclusion that no one was here. There was no way to sneak into the building wither, so the place was deserted. So, off to the next location. This club was rather the opposite. People were inside already, the strobe lights hurting my eyes from across the street.
Parking up at a safe distance, I crossed the road and walked straight in, looking around for...well, anyone that looked suspicious. I was also looking out for his men, using my mental list of their faces.
No one inside made me think that ‘yes, this could be him’. But then a movement at the window caught my eye. I knew that face. I immediately bolted outside, just in time to see him running off down the street. On instinct, I ran after him. “Oi you! Stop!”
He was a letter like me...a letter...which one? And then it clicked. “V! Stop running!” He turned the corner just as I was catching up and I was immediately wary of the desolate street I was in. It was very similar to the run down area Jin worked. I watched V run into a large warehouse-like building, and decided against following him. Did they think I was stupid, about to fall into a trap just like that?
My hand subconsciously went to the gun inside my jacket. Was this desolate building RM’s? I wouldn’t follow V through this entrance, but there had to be something around the side or the back in a building. I felt goosebumps and an adrenaline rush at the thought of who was inside.
My phone rang just as I started searching, making me jump. I cursed under my breath, and answered with fumbling fingers. It was Jin. “Yeah, what is it?”, I whispered, walking down the alley at the side of the building.
“Y/n.” I stopped immediately- he sounded shook. “Jin? Jin, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Another thing that made me worried was him saying my name on the phone- he never said my name on the phone.
“You know the warehouse you’re walking around...?” I was getting slightly nervous at how his voice was trembling. And the fact that he wasn’t whispering told me he wasn’t alone- someone was there with him.
“The warehouse”, he tried again, evident finding it hard to speak. I heard a small grunt of pain, and my fists clenched immediately. “Jin, tell me what is happening. Who is with you right now? Are you in the warehouse?”
I wasn’t expecting him start yelling, “Don’t go in there whatever you do y/n! Don’t! It’s a trap! RM is-.” I heard the sound of gunshot, not only from the phone, but actually from inside the building I was next to. My heart instantly dropped. Not paying any heed to Jin’s warning, I sprinted back to the entrance V had gone into and without a second thought, entered the musty building.
I glanced at my phone- the call was still going. “Listen here you son of a bitch”, I addressed the person who I knew had Jin at gunpoint. “If you’ve done anything fatal to my friend, I swear to everything holy that your mother will cry when she sees what I’ve done to you.”
“I’m sorry. It was either him or me”, a whimpering voice replied. My breathing became erratic, and the person on the other end could clearly hear it. “I’m so sorry”, he apologised again. “He’s gone.”
I ended the call, hand reaching for the gun. There was no one around in the dimly lit building but my senses were heightened. Anger wouldn’t loud my judgment- not yet anyways. Jin would call that unprofessional. My mind flashed back to his last words to me earlier that morning. “We’ll do it y/n. We always do.”
I hadn’t cried for years, not since I left home, but in that moment that was all I wanted to do. I had lost the only person in the world that knew me for me. And someone was going to pay. Oh yes. Not just someone. R fucking M was going to pay.
I was so busy looking ahead, I forgot to look behind me continuously. No surprise then, when someone sneaked up behind me, and I received a sharp blow to the head, knocking me out cold.
I woke up, groggy. The dull ache in my head was throbbing, making me wince, but all of that was forgotten when I saw the sight before me. Jin. Leaning back in his chair, bullet hole in his forehead, a trail of blood streaked across his lifeless features. There was a wooden desk in front of him- simialr to the one he had at base.“No!”, I yelled, my voice echoing. “No no no, motherfuckers!”
I thrashed about wildly in the hard wooden chair, the rope biting into my wrists. I had no idea how long I’d been out cold, but judging by the slight grey hue to Jin’s skin, at least an hour.
My gun was missing, as was my phone. I hoped Namjoon hadn’t called, or worse still, gone home to find it empty and the car gone.
“I think she’s up”, an amused voice from behind me made me jump. “Hello there y/n”, the owner of the voice came into view. He was around my age and looked as if he’d never been out in the sun in his life. Pretty petite- as I eyed him, I quickly came to the conclusion that had I not been tied up, I could’ve easily beat his ass. The boy who was quietly stood behind him- I knew his face immediately.
It was the one I didn’t strangle to death in the parking loot. The one who had been with V...Jimin. He looked upset. And that’s when I knew. He was the bastard on the phone. He was the one who shot Jin. I just knew.
He couldn’t be...could he? I had to ask. “How the hell do you know my name? Are you..?”
He laughed heartily at my suggestion. “No, I’m not him darling. I work for the same organisation. Suga.” What did he mean ‘same organisation’? Didn’t he work for RM?
“Sugar? Jesus, your real name must be absolute shit if that’s the code-name you chose.”
He narrowed his eyes, but didn’t reply. “Boss is here in five”, he muttered to Jimin. “Finally, we get to see his face. I’m going to wait for him downstairs. Keep an eye on her.”
As soon as Suga left, I turned to the boy. “It was you, wasn’t it? You killed Jin. I should have choked you to death”, I spat. The fear in his eyes was evident, but I didn’t give a shit. Seokjin was dead. And this kid did it.
“RM made me. You don’t understand. He called me and said I should take revenge for the day you almost strangled me, by shooting him...I said no, believe me, I refused. But he said I either do it, or I’d be the one getting a bullet through my head.” He looked away. “I just don’t want to die y/n”, he whispered.
I scoffed. “You could have hid from him. As soon as I’m out, you’re dead anyway.”
He turned back to me, face blank. “What made you think you were going too get out?” Something about the way he asked that question was extremely sinister. I wanted to keep m mind off Jin, so I asked him another question.
“Room next door”, he mumbled. “Bodies freak him out.” My lip curled in a mix of anger and disgust at how he was referring to Jin. “Your boss sure knows how to pick em.”
I cut the conversation short because I could hear distant yells of “He’s here!” I clenched my jaw at the noise. They were so excited to see this vile excuse of a human being.
I was twisting my wrists to the point of getting friction burns, but the rope wouldn’t loosen. My feet weren’t bound, which was a good thing. If absolutely necessary, I could get on my feet and swing the chair around to hit someone. But then again, all these people had guns...
My eyes were focused on the wall just above Jin, wondering how he had got here in the first place. I hadn’t realised I’d worded the question out loud until Jimin actually answered me.
“Someone called him and told him you were trapped in this building...you were being held hostage. He practically ran here.”
I shook my head. “No. That can’t be what happened. Jin’s not...he wasn’t...stupid enough to fall for that.”
“Oh, but he was.”
Both mine and Jimin’s heads shot up- Jimin’s in fear and mine in alarm. That voice. It was very familiar. Too familiar. “Jimin, leave us.” Jimin couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
No. No fucking way in hell is that who I think it is.
He walked in front of me, but my eyes were closed. I refused to see this. It had to be someone else with a similar voice. It wasn’t him.
“Look at me baby.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, shaking my head- more at myself than him. “I said, look at me! I know you have nothing to live for anymore baby, but don’t think that means an easy way out for you.”
I composed myself and opened my eyes, immediately taking in that familiar black overcoat I had handed to him just hours earlier. “Namjoon.”
“Yes baby, but that’s not how I’m known around here.” He walked around the back of Jin’s chair. “Poor Seokjin. Thought he could get to me. All I had to do was pretend you were in trouble and he came running.”
The hatred running through me in that moment was indescribable. “Why?” Was all I could say. “Why go to all that effort?”
“Because it was fun baby. Watching you struggle like that day in, day out, when the person you wanted was right in front of you. And it was great seeing someone who had killed so many of my men, so stressed over me.”
“I’m going to get out of here”, I spoke slowly, steadily. “And I am going to kill you, you hear me? You. Are. Dead.”
He just smiled. I knew that smile so well, yet there was nothing I despised more in the world right now. “You are in no position to be making such threats beautiful.” He pouted a little.
“Poor little y/n. Had no one in the world except two people. Now one’s a traitor who’s sent the other to hell.” I instinctively tried to lunge at him, but of course the bindings held me back. He just continued like I hadn’t just tried to attack him. “Fancy that. The spy getting spied on. You have a lot of information on us, don’t you? What good is any of it now?”
“Namjoon, you fu-”
“Uh uh”, he stopped me. “The name’s RM baby. You were a surprisingly easy catch, despite your reputation. I have to say, I’m a bit disappointed. I expected a challenge.” As he was speaking, I was subtly trying to saw away at the rope with the sharp stone on my bracelet, and I could actually feel the rope fraying.
“You dragged this out for six months”, I stated. “6 months, to earn my trust, get close to me. Just so you could laugh at me in this moment.” Well he was in for a disappointment if he was expecting me to bawl my eyes out.
I had been so stupid. I was living with the very man me and Jin had been trying to find. That must have been what Jin was about to tell me. And then it hit me. Jin’s last words had been this bastards name.
“I hate you. I fucking hate you so much. Just shoot me already and put me out of my misery.” I had cut through the rope by now and was manually holding it together.
“Ah Princess, why so eager to die? I know you wanna be reunited with your little pal over there, and that can be arranged once you hand over everything you have about all my rivals- and I know you have a lot. My men are going over Jin’s base with a fine-toothed comb, and someone’s on their way to our house as well.”
“Jimin!”, he yelled suddenly. Jimin was there in an instant. “Please keep an eye on y/n. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Yes Sir”, was Jimin’s curt response. Now was my chance. I sniffed, letting the tears flow easily, as I had been holding them back for what seemed like forever. Jimin seemed like the sensitive type, despite having murdered someone in cold blood- I was sure he’d fall for this.
He stood there awkwardly watching me cry. “Six months we were together”, I whispered.
“You and Jin?”, he asked, mortified. “You were t-together? Shit, I’m so sorr-”
“- Me and RM. Six months. I loved him, and this whole time it was a trap.” He was shocked, to say the least. “Can you wipe my eyes, please?”, I sniffed, motioning to the box of tissues on the. He nodded, bringing a couple over, and I immediately let go of the rope, grabbing him. My legs were numb as the blood rushed to them, but I didn’t care.
As I pushed him up against the wall, he tried to shout, but I clamped his mouth shut. He was struggling quite a lot, so on instinct, I bashed his head against the wall, watching him fall like a dead weight.”That’s for Jin”,I breathed. My chest was heaving from the sudden physical extersion as I searched the boy for a gun. Bingo. I sprang up, but before I did, I stopped in front of Jin, the tears now genuine.
“I’m so so sorry Jin. This is all my fault. I’ll be back for you, I promise”, I whispered. With Jin no longer here for me and Namjoon...well in my eyes he was dead, I realised that I was very much alone. I rushed to the door, eager to get out of there before Namjoon, or rather RM, came back.
The corridor outside was clear, but learning from my previous mistake, I stuck to the shadows. I wiped at my cheeks with the back of m hand, clutching the gun tightly. I went down the stairs, not the lift- that would be way too noisy. As soon as I was on the bottom floor, I heard voices. “Jungkook!”, I heard Suga’s voice yell. “Where’s Hobi?”
Hobi. I knew that name too. One of the men RM sent after me. So now I knew there were at least 6 men in the building. V, Jimin, Suga, Hobi, RM and someone called Jungkook. “I don’t know!”, a voice replied in mild annoyance. “Probably upstairs with V and Jimin!”
“I’ll go find him”, Suga muttered. To my dismay, I then heard footsteps heading right for me. I pressed back against the wall, holding my breath as I became one with the darkness. He walked right past me without even realising I was stood there.
I could see the Jungkook boy patrolling nearby. My best option would be to wait a bit, and hope he would get called by someone. And sure enough...
“Shit!”, Suga’s voice echoed, louder than ever, making Jungkook abandon post and run to the source of the noise. Suga had probably just discovered my empty chair and Jimin knocked out.
I took this opportunity to run, out of the warehouse, turning back to the street, and running for the car parked up ahead, making sure to keep my head down. The club I had looked into was now heaving, the people in there enjoying a carefree night out. I looked up to cross the road when I saw Namjoon, leaning on the car, smiling. He gave me a little wave. It’s like he had been expecting me...did he think this was a game?
I stopped dead, and he motioned for me to wait with his hand. Of course I wasn’t going to listen, but then he motioned for me to look down at my stomach. And when I did, I froze. A small red dot from a laser, right on me- there was a sniper nearby and I was it’s target.
I willed for a car to come out of somewhere and hit him as he crossed the road, making his way towards me. “Y/n, baby. I know you well. You think I didn’t notice you cutting through that rope? What do you take me for?”, he hummed against my ear.
“I take you for a conniving, two-faced backstabber”, I replied through gritted teeth. “Six fucking months? There’s me thinking I’d finally met someone normal.”
He laughed. “Oh y/n. People like us can never be with someone normal.” I tried to push him away but he grabbed my wrists. “Don’t compare me to you, Namjoon. We’re nothing alike.”
He was so focused on getting under my skin that he didn’t even correct me when I called him by his name. “I knew where you’d be that day you caught Suho. That was a set up. I told him to mention the nightclub to you, because I knew you would come looking. The plan worked so well. Except the part when Jin got shot. If the boy had done what he was asked to do, he’d still be alive.”
My mind was reeling. “Why would you go to all that trouble? You had six months to kill us.”
He shrugged, smiling at me. I wanted to punch that grin off his face so bad. “Watching you get all hopeful about finding me was pretty funny...and kinda cute.” He pushed the hair out of my face and I jerked away from his touch.
People were coming in and out of the nightclub next to us, no one paying any attention to the way Namjoon had me cornered. “You might as well just kill me because I’m not telling you shit.”
He knew just as well as I did that with Jin gone, he had nothing to blackmail me with. I wasn’t expecting him to shove me up against the brick wall as aggressively as he did. “Oh baby”, he tutted. “Since when were you so naive? You’re going to tell me everything, whether you like it or not.”
“Frankly, I’d rather slit my throat, Joonie.”
He slowly leaned onto me,so I was sandwiched between the wall and him. “What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell off me.”
“As much as I hate to admit it y/n, those six months actually felt like a real relationship. I was becoming quite fond of you..especially that night we first...”
He trailed off, not needing to continue, and I felt bile rise in my throat at the thought of sleeping with him. “But as much as you think I’m in charge of this set-up, you’d be wrong. The way our organisation works is we all keep an eye on each other. So if I fucked up this assignment, one of the men back there would have shot me dead. Jimin let you escape, right? So I doubt he’s still alive.”
No matter what he did to Jin, the thought of that helpless, scared boy getting killed made me ill. “We decided that to capture you, we would make it seem like I was the leader. You’ve been kept in the dark the whole time baby.”
“But they all told me they had never seen your face?”
“They hadn’t, until tonight. Another tactic deployed by us- rather effective I’d say. No one knew who I was- so no one could sell me out.”
I blocked him out, shutting my eyes. Jin, I was so stupid! How the hell did I not realise?! I didn’t know what to do. My only friend in this world was gone all because I was an idiot. I should’ve seen all this coming. This was all my fault.
“..Are you listening to a word I’m saying?”
My eyes snapped open, conveying no emotion which threw him off a little. “You know all about my past, don’t you?”, I asked, changing the subject from whatever he was on about.
I had never told Namjoon about my youth or my family- that was something we just never talked about. “Well, you didn’t exactly hide your files well baby”, he replied. He really needed to stop calling me that.
“No friends”, I said flatly. “Bullied. An outcast. A troublemaker. The one person in this world who saw past that, you fucking killed him. And you think I’m going to help you? Think again.”
He abruptly pulled me into a hug- or at least, I thought it was a hug until he pulled away holding the gun I had taken from Jimin. “C’mon, let’s go”, he said, grabbing my arm and dragging me away from the little safety the nightclub supplied.
I complied, the fight in me all gone. He had won. I wasn’t going to live to see the morning anyway. I was wary of the fact that the sniper didn’t follow us- he was probably just positioned there in case my escape plan had been a success.
I only glanced at Namjoon when he walked straight passed the side street and kept walking forward, his eyes darting everywhere as if he was looking out for someone. “Where the hell are we going?”
“I know what they’re planning to do y/n. The minute you go back in there, they’ve been ordered to shoot. You’re clearly not willing to talk, so instead of being an asset, you’ve become a nuisance.”
“That’s the point you retard”, I snapped. “Take me there.”
He shook his head and walked faster. “I had to make that sniper think I was taking you back. But...I can’t.” He looked just as ashamed as I looked confused. “I thought this’d be easy, you know? Show you who I am before finally killing you, but shit. I grew attached, didn’t I? I fucking grew attached. “
No. This was just another one of his games- not one that I was going to fall for. “Well your ass can grow unattached”, I retorted.
“Do you think this is a joke y/n?”, he asked, coming to a halt. “This assignments’s lasted me months, and I’m getting cold feet. If anyone of them catch on to that, you’re not the only one who’s life will be on the line.”
I tried to yank my arm out of his iron like grip, but failed. Raising an eyebrow, I asked, “They’d kill the notorious RM? A group consisting of a boy who’s scared of dead bodies, someone I’ve fought before, a skinny little fuck and a literal child would take you down?”
“If not them then someone else.” He started walking again, pulling me along muttering, “There’s always someone else.”
“Namjoon, you’re helping someone who hates your guts”, I told him bluntly. I couldn’t believe I actually felt sorry for him for liking me. I always though he deserved better than me, but no. He deserved worse.
He didn’t even turn around. “You still love me,”
“No, loved”, I corrected. “You are responsible for everything wrong in my life right now. I hate you more than I though was physically possible.”
“Y/n. I know of your skills. I know you could take on a man on my calibre and actually have a fair chance of winning. But you’re not. You were after me for months- you can have shot me when you saw me across the street, regardless of the consequences- but you didn’t. Who are you trying to kid?”
I changed the subject. “Where the hell are you taking me?”
“You remember where we went for our first date?” I instantly tried to stop walking by digging my heels into the ground, but he wasn’t having any of it.
Our first date. We ate and then went for a walk, ending up (not by chance) at this bridge quite near us. It looked over a pretty murky river, but I have to admit, in the moonlight, it looked beautiful.And now he was taking me there again- except as RM, not Namjoon. What was he gonna do, throw me off the edge?
“Y/n, we don’t have a lot of time, please.”
“OK, what the hell am I missing here? What do you mean, ‘we’ don’t have a lot of time?”
“They must have realised I’m not bringing you back by now- so they’ll be after us both.”
“How would they know you’re with me? For all they know, you’re chasing me.”
“No”, he sighed. We were almost there now. “I told them when I left you with Jimin that you would escape. And that I knew where you were going.”
“Oh, very fucking smart”, I replied sarcastically.
“That’s why we’re going there”, he continued, completely ignoring me. “It’s secluded. Trees everywhere.” I finally succeeded in getting out of his grip, stopping outside a closed shop entrance.
“I don’t want to live if it’s with the bastard who killed my friend”, I muttered. “I’m going back and handing myself in. They’ve probably been tracking you this whole time. It was a six month assignments- I doubt they were going to rely on someone they had live with me for that time.”
I’m guessing the people Namjoon worked for knew that people were weak, and that they grew attached. I would bet everything I owned that everyone in that warehouse had been asked to keep tabs on Namjoon tonight.
He vehemently shook his head, trying to grab me again, but I ducked and rammed into him, winding him. “Y/n”, he gasped at the blow. “No, please, don’t. Please, I lo-”
“- Don't say it”, I stopped him. Those words meant nothing to me anymore. He was a traitor- nothing he could do would redeem that. “I had no hand in Seokjin’s death!”, he indignantly replied. “OK, I didn’t order Jimin to pull the trigger! I knew how much he meant to you!”
I narrowed my eyes, having no reason to believe him. He stepped closer to be, as if he was squaring up. “Believe me y/n. You know, only a week into the assignment, I realised that all I wanted was for you to be stopped- not to be killed. I was being an asshole when you woke up because I knew they were listening. OK? Trust me.”
The look in his eyes, the sheer desperation of him wanting me to believe him had be second guessing who RM really was. “Nam-,” I began, but he cut me off by him suddenly shoving me against the wall of the shop. I grunted on impact and was about to throw a punch when he pinned both my wrists up above m hand, single-handedly- leaving me immobilised.
Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine, swallowing the words that were about to leave my mouth. I was shocked for a moment, torn between struggling and kissing him back.
As I relaxed, he let go of my wrists, using the same hand to grasp onto my hair roughly. He pulled away, burying his head into the crook of my neck, and I could feel his hot and heavy pants on the bare skin.
“You still hate me?”, he whispered. “Yes”, I panted, trying not to smile despite the situation we were in. I gasped when his teeth gently scraped the sensitive skin. “You should be thanking me baby. I was meant to kill you.”
“Likewise”, I replied, my hands finding themselves on his broad shoulders. He pulled away to look at me, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips too. “C’mon, we’re almost there.”
And just less than five minutes later, we found ourselves on the desolate bridge, looking out over to stare at the distant city lights. So close yet so far. I studied Namjoon’s side profile as he was in his own world, a melancholy expression on his face.
I had been trained to finish assignments no matter what and no doubt, so had he. So why couldn’t I bring myself to do it? Well the answer was obvious. I had clearly grown attached too.
I remembered a conversation I had with Jin, about attachments being our downfall- tonight had only proved me right.In my defence , I had no idea that RM and Namjoon were the same person, whereas he knew I was his target.
I watched warily as he perched up on the ledge, slowly standing up. “Come up here y/n. It’s truly beautiful.” Despite my better instincts, I found myself soon following, wanting to see the view for myself.
I was so lost in my thoughts, it was a while before I heard shouting in the distance.
“...There they are!”
“...Can you see them? I can see them, look!”
I recognised the voices and sighed, turning to him. “You knew they were following you?” He shook his head slowly. “No baby, I was checking the whole way. One of us must have had a tracker placed on us.” He didn’t look worried or scared- he looked ready.
“Namjoon, if you get off now, we can make it look like you just found me”, I urged. I could hear them getting closer. “Namjoon, hurry!”, I hissed, my brows furrowed in concern.
It only infuriated me more when he smiled in response, smoothing down my hair. “Do you remember our first date?”, he asked for the second time that night. “I was too scared to say the words ‘I love you’, because I would sound like an idiot. So instead we looked out to see that view”, he cocked his head towards the city. “Well, you were. The whole time I was staring at you, thinking ‘I can’t kill her.’ I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it.”
“Namjoon...please”, I pleaded. The voices were getting closer and closer, louder and louder, and he was busy reminiscing with a dead girl walking?
“Baby”, he crooned. “I’m glad we’re gonna end on good terms. And I don’t mean the relationship, I mean the literal end.” I tied to blink away the wetness blurring my vision so I could see his face properly. “How can you joke at a time like this?” I took a breath of air, my usually calm demeanor in tatters.
“Kim Namjoon, if you really love me, get off this ledge right now.”
“What, and be shot by the dream team? No chance.”
“I’m sure that would hurt less than being impaled by those sharp rocks or drowning”, I snapped. Funny how the very person I was meant to kill, I was now doing my all to save.
They had arrived. Guns cocked, all pointing towards us. Suga, Hobi and Jungkook. I spotted V standing around at the end of the bridge, probably keeping watch. He caught my eye and immediately turned away. Suga had some blood splattered on his clothes and cheek, so I assumed he was the one who pulled the trigger on Jimin.
But Namjoon didn’t take his eyes off me. “Baby, eyes on me. Pretend no one’s here.” He leaned in, his forehead resting on mine. I could sense it. This was it. I’m coming Jin. You best be going to heaven so you can sneak me in.
Namjoon positioned himself closer to the edge of the ledge. “RM”, Suga spoke. “Get the fuck off there.” Namjoon paid no attention to his orders. “Baby? You ready?”
“You don’t have to do this Namjoon, please don’t do this. You can walk away. Please. I love you. I love you, OK? Please..”, I was rambling at this point.
“Ah”, he hummed, shutting his eyes in satisfaction. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Ansd there’s no walking-
“RM, I’m not telling you again, you have until the count of three to get the hell off!” Suga barked in annoyance.
“-No walking away from this. I’m dead either way.”
“And I love you too, baby. He pressed his lips to mine softly, murmuring against my mouth, “Jump on three, baby. With me. We’ll go down together. Both of us completing those fucking assignments., at the same time, yeah?”
I smiled at his words. We were both completing our assignment- our last assignment. Together.
“Jump!”, Namjoon shouted over the command of ‘Fire’, the two of us leaping at the same time, clinging on tightly to one another. Down we fell, down into the watery abyss.
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