Summary: "Seven boys, and seven abilities. Working in secret, together as a team, and only together, can they take down anyone who decides to hurt the innocent or forge a tainted future. Will they all be able to stay on the side of good? Or will some be tempted over to evil?"
Part: Chapter 10
First Part: Introduction
Previous Part: Chapter 9
Next Part: Chapter 11
Warning: Strong language.
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"Alright listen up because i'm only saying it once," Namjoon spoke through their ear pieces. J-Hope fixed his ear piece that looped around his ear so that the small mic could poke out. Jimin nodded, gripping the wheel tightly and nervously, and Yoongi tried his best to control his rampant heart beat. J-Hope spoke up for Namjoon to continue, as they were all listening.
"Kim Woo Bin isn't as dangerous as we think. Hell, even from the small amount of memories i went through, he hasn't caught have the hints people have thrown at him. He's almost clueless as to everything that's going on around him, but he has done some research on you Jimin. He is also a fourth-degree black belt," J-Hope sighed, knowing that he would be a challenge to fight. He hoped silently that it wouldn't come to that. "I haven't got much else from him. I was going to finish looking in on him today, but i'll have to finish that tomorrow. I've gathered the names of the five he has with him. Jin is currently looking in on three of them online, while i look through two of their minds. I'll keep you posted." He finished.
"Yoongi, in my glove compartment, there's foundation, blush, an eyebrow pencil-"
"Why are you telling me that? I don't think now's the best time to put make up on Jiminie," He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Jimin cracked his neck, feeling the muscles tense up nervously. This guy had information on Jimin, meaning he may or may not have found his face. He cursed out loud, wishing Namjoon had told him more, but it'd be a waste to try and contact him now. He was looking into the minds of two people who could possibly or not be super humans. His stomach turned slightly and his vision blurred for a moment, making him regret putting in contacts.
"If you're going to pretend to be me, you're going to need make up. This guy has information on me. I don't know how much, or how little. Hell, he might have even dug up how i came to own a strip club at the age of twenty. Yoongi, you have to be extremely careful and do your best to act as me. I don't want him even becoming slightly suspicious. If he even threatens you i don't know if i'll be able to hold myself b-"
"Okay okay, Jiminie relax. I understand. I'll... put the damn make up on," Yoongi grumbled. Jimin relaxed his shoulders a bit, peaking to the side at Yoongi who seemed to know what he was doing surprisingly. Yoongi's face scrunched up in slight disgust as he brushed foundation on his face. The eyebrow pencil didn't feel any better, but he bared with it. He'd seen Jimin do it a million-and-a-half times to the point where he could do this with his eyes closed.
"That's so not your color," J-Hope deadpanned from the back seat. Yoongi glared at him through the mirror he was using, daring him to say another word
"Keep the flames at bay and the knives sheathed guys, we've only got ten more minutes." Jimin groaned. He would've laughed at J-Hopes joke in any other situation, but he was too nervous at this point.
The car was quiet for two minutes. All their minds were in different places at once, and none of them wanted to speak. Yoongi looked over to Jimin to see if the make-up was alright. Jimin blinked twice and nodded, trying to keep his pheromones at bay because fuck did he look good in make-up. Pair that with the fact that he was wearing Jimin's trench coat and fedora, he could jump over the gear shift at any given moment.
"I've got details," Namjoon sighed. They could all practically see him punching the bridge of his nose and rubbing his temples.
"Go ahead," J-Hope stated.
"They're all fighters. All five of them are black-belts or a higher degree of black belt. I'm almost tempted to call you all back because there are too many for you to handle J-Hope-"
"Get Jungkook in some clothes and have him teleport to Taemin right this fucking moment," J-Hope sneered. "This is not up for discussion. It'll be better to have him there than to risk one of us dying. I won't let anything happen to him, you all know that. He may not be perfect, but he's good enough to take three of them down at once if they're human-"
"J-Hope! That's insane-"
"Do it Namjoon. Fuck Saturday's mission, we'll alter it, but for now we need him with us," He growled low in his throat. "Get. Him. Now." Those three words left no room for argument. Namjoon cursed and dragged Jungkook away from his movie with Taehyung and Jen to explain what he had to do.
"Jin, please tell us the details." J-Hope continued, calming himself down.
"Besides them all being skilled in martial arts, one of them does have an ability. Her name is Sage, and she has telekinesis. That could prove challenging for Jungkook, but with your agility, you could see anything coming from a mile away-"
"She could control my knives though-"
"Then drop them and fucking punch her in her ovaries J-Hope i don't care! Jungkook could die fighting her-"
"You didn't let me finish," J-Hope sighed, smoothing a hand down his face. "As i was saying before you so rudely interrupted me with your sexy yelling-"
"Stop yelling! All i was going to say is that i'd knock her out before she could use my knives against me. Jesus Jin, i know you're worried about Jungkook but first of all, we might not even have to fight them. And second of all, i'll never let that boy die on my watch, and you know that."
Jin agreed, and wished them all luck, saying he'd watch from where he was and that Jungkook was on his way.
Once Jimin pulled up to the back of the building, Yoongi and J-Hope got out. They nodded to Jimin, who went to go park his car, before walking in through the back door that Taemin had left open for them.
"J-Hope. Yoongi," Jungkook whispered for their attention once they walked in. He his behind a wall with them, peaking from behind it before beginning to speak. "So i pretend you're Jiminie, and that you're my boss, and that i'm your security guard?"
"And be careful," Yoongi smiled, ruffling his hair for a moment. Jungkook smiled, nodding sharply, and mentally telling himself he could do this. J-Hope pinched his cheek and nodded. They believed in him, so he could believe in himself.
"Let's go," Yoongi smiled, walking out from behind the wall. Jungkook was at his left, adjusting his blazer, and J-Hope was at his right. They looked like complete bad asses, and Yoongi could feel the air around them changing. Attention turned on him as people no doubt assumed he was the club owner. He raised an eyebrow as he spotted Taemin patiently waiting next to Kim Woo Bin and his five other's. He didn't see Jimin though which worried him, until he felt a slight familiar feeling building in the pit of his stomach. He could tell it was Jimin using his ability to tell him where he was, and low and behold sitting on the other side of the club hidden behind two dancers was Jimin. Yoongi felt slightly jealous, but knew he did it only to hide in plain sight.
"Ah, and you must be-"
"Park Jimin, yes. It's nice to meet you," Yoongi smiled at the man who was about six inches taller than him. J-Hope was at eye level with him, and Jungkook was just above his nose level. Yoongi wanted to look behind him to see how Jungkook was holding up, but he had to trust him. "And you must be Kim Woo Bin."
"Ah yes, i see your employee Taemin told you," He smiled.
"Well he's not just my employee, he's the co-owner."
"I'm well aware," He nodded. "Is there somewhere we can speak in private? Just the two of us?"
"I'm afraid not Sir. My guards Hobi and Nochu must be with me at all times. I'm sure you feel the same about your friends?" He smiled, careful not to use their real names.
"You're observant. I like that," Kim Woo Bin smiled. Yoongi nodded.
"My office is big enough. You guys can speak there." Jimin spoke into his watch.
"Why don't we speak in my office. You can choose two of your friends to stay inside, and i'll keep the two of mine? Of course, my co-owner will need to be present as well."
"Why is that?" Woo Bin questioned calmly. His friends hardly payed any attention to their conversation, as they were too busy looking at all the men and woman who were half naked on polls.
"His name is on every single document that has to do with this club, along with mine, Sir, meaning that he should be present for all important meetings." Woo Bin seemed to think for a moment, before looking to his side. Yoongi caught a glimpse of his tattoo and smirked.
"Alright. Sage and Hi, you'll come. The rest of you, enjoy yourselves. Lead the way," Woo Bin smiled at Yoongi, who nodded.
"Hang a right at the bathroom. All the way down the hall, the black door to your left. That's my office. Taemin will open it. And Yoongi, please be careful. Take care of Jungkook. I-" Jimin cut himself off, sighing. Yoongi was more than capable of doing this on his own.
He growled at the two dancers who were on him, handing them both a fifty and telling them to sit calmly next to him. He kept his eyes on the other three of Kim Woo Bin's friend's who stayed behind. He decided to keep them busy, and lowered his mask to reveal his lips.
"You guys wanna see a show?" He smirked, not tearing his eyes away from the three men who chose to sit at a booth. The two woman giggled and nodded. Jimin pointed at the three men, telling the girls to watch them. He whistled softly, small silver sparkles leaving his lips as wind. They danced over to the three men who were oblivious to what he was doing. They breathed in the small sparkles, only to be assaulted with such an overwhelming amount of sexual desire that they could barely contain their composure. They wiggled around, crossing their legs and ripping at their clothing. The girls found it amusing and continued to giggle before Jimin sent them to go bother them.
He smiled to himself, glad he found some sort of amusement in that night and continued to pay attention to Yoongi's conversation.