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You could hear sirens outside. The florescent lights were blinding in the building, especially after being outside. A police officer walked over to you, kneeling down so he was level to where you sat. He was young, a little unsure. He was also the first person to take you seriously.
“My name’s Jay.” He said. “I just looked over the form you handed in. It says you have hard evidence?”
You nodded. When you walked in, you had tried to talk to the lady sitting behind the counter, and she had handed you a piece of paper to fill out.
“Fill it out and bring it back up. We’ll take it from there.”
You had tried to tell her it was important, and she had given you a blank stare until you took the clipboard.
“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” Jay looked sympathetic, and you nodded again. “Look, I’m going to take you into the back and ask you some questions–”
“I want full immunity.” You interrupted, and Jay gave you a small smile.
“You’re not in any trouble. Reporting a crime isn’t committing one.”
You shrugged. “Some of the things I tell you might be incriminating, I don’t know. I want full immunity.”
Jay sighed. “Okay. Wait here, I have to talk to my supervisor.”
It wasn’t long before you found yourself in a room with a one-way mirror, sitting at a table across from Jay and another officer. The women looked bored as she looked at you, the files you brought in with you sitting in the middle of the table.
“I’m sure you understand, we need a recording of what you tell us for the court—“ Jay started, and the women rolled her eyes.
“Quiet, new kid.” She snapped at Jay. “Now you,” She said, looking you dead in the eyes. “You better have a good reason to be here. It’s a felony to falsely report a crime.”
You fidgeted nervously, hands clasping and unclasping. “Before you look at the files, I want to explain myself.”
“That’s fine.” Jay said, giving you an encouraging smile as he ignored the glare his supervisor gave him.
“I never meant to get involved with any of this. Not gangs, or mafias, or whatever it is that I’ve recently found myself in the middle of.”
“Get to the point.” The women was looking at you as though every second you spoke was a waste of her time.
You cleared your throat. “I wouldn’t have done this if I thought there was any way around it, so I’m hoping you won’t make me regret that decision. This should count as probable cause to arrest them.” You pushed the files towards the two officers. “I just want to be left alone. I want to know that the people I care about aren’t in danger because of me.” Your thoughts were going a mile a minute, and the silence of the room felt deafening. Would Yoongi forgive you for this? Would he understand that you didn’t have a choice? No, probably not.
Jay opened the file on top and his eyes widened. “How did you get all of this?” He asked. His supervisor finally looked mildly interested and took the paper from him.
“It’s a long story, but I don’t think you need to know that to arrest them.”
Five hours earlier.
This was insanity. Now that you thought about it, everything you did recently was insanity. Was this what people meant when they said love made people do crazy things? Or maybe this was a twisted kind of self-preservation. Either way, the building that acted as Jaebums base was just as intimidating as you remembered. It was horribly stereotypical, tall and brick, looming over the surrounding buildings.
You took a deep breath. You could do this. You hoped you could, anyway. There were two men stationed outside of the back door, one with what looked like a machine gun. It was on the side of the town that the police didn’t go, so you weren’t exactly surprised to see it—not that that made it any less intimidating.
“I’m here to talk to Jaebum.” You said, sounding far more confident than you felt.
The one with the gun laughed, but didn’t sound particularly amused. “And who do you think you are to make a request like that.”
“Someone he wants to talk to.” You replied. “Tell him I’m here in regards to Bangtan and our deal. He’ll know who I am.” You didn’t actually know if he would know who you were, but it seemed worth a try.
The man without the gun narrowed his eyes at you before slipping through the door and into the building. He was back a minute later, muttering something to the other man. They both looked at you for a second before the first man said “Come inside, he’s waiting for you.”
The door slammed shut behind you, and you winced at the feeling of being trapped. You had known it would happen, but the gun pressed against your back wasn’t helping your nerves.
“Keep walking.” The man behind you grunted, so you did. The room you found yourself in was almost like a hotel lobby, and you wondered if that was what the building had been at one point. Now, the wallpaper was pealing from the walls and most of the carpet had been ripped up to reveal the concrete below.
Jaebum was indeed waiting for you, sitting with his legs crossed in a chair that looked entirely out of place in the dilapidated room.
“You’d better have a good reason to be here.” He drawled. “Did you turn them in to the police?”
You shook your head, and his face changed drastically. “I will.” You said quickly. “But I wanted to renegotiate our plan.”
Jaebum let out a bark of laughter, standing from his seat. “You want to renegotiate with me?” He walked in a circle around you, and you willed your heart to stop racing. You were going to be fine, you just had to stick to the plan.
“Yes. The deal is going to require me to put my life in danger, in return for what?” Jaebum stopped directly behind you, and you could feel his breath on your neck.
“Your life, for one thing.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “And your precious Yoongi.”
You shook your head. “That’s not enough. I’m going to rid you of Bangtan forever, the least you could do is make sure I live comfortably the rest of my life.” More people were filing into the room, and you recognized some of them. Bambam looked thoroughly amused at his place standing near Jackson, who looked mildly concerned. He shook his head at you, just a fraction, but you knew what it meant. This was a bad idea. You never should have stepped foot back in this building.
“Did you hear that?” Jaebum called to the rest of the room. His voice echoed off the bare floor and walls, and it was met with laughter. “She’s not just happy with just her life. She wants more.” He spun you around suddenly, slamming you against a nearby wall. Your head hit with a thud, but his forearm pressed against your neck restricting your breathing was more concerning for the moment. “Maybe you need to learn how to be grateful for the things you have.” His other arm was in a cast, but you still didn’t think you had much of a chance against him hand-to-hand—especially with all the other people in the room. It would be one against about twenty. You clawed at his arm, but it didn’t do much good.
“Jaebum.” Jackson said. “If you kill her now, it won’t do us any good.”
Jaebum let go of you just long enough for you to take a breath before he shoved you, tripping you in the process. You looked up from the floor to see him pointing a gun at your head.
“You just lost yourself time.” He growled, kicking your side. “You’re going to get those files and turn them in. Tonight.” He leaned down so he was nose-to-nose with you. “Or I won’t just kill Yoongi. I’ll kill every person you ever cared about and make you watch.”
You left the building feeling thoroughly disturbed. You could still feel the phantom sensation of Jaebum breathing down your neck, and you shivered as though you had just walked through a spider web. Your side hurt where you had been kicked, but the tears stinging the corners of your eyes had nothing to do with that. Jaebum was completely insane, and if you weren’t careful, you could very well lose everything.
You were already a block or so away from Jaebums base, but felt like you couldn’t get away fast enough. You turned an ally on your left, the quickest way back to Bangtan. Something crashed to one side, and you jumped only to see a small cat scurrying away from the trashcan it had just overturned.
“Dumb cat.” You muttered, before a hand clamped down over your mouth and pulled you sideways so a dumpster hid you from view of the street.
“I don’t think a cat is your biggest concern right now.”
You knew the voice, and you relaxed somewhat, pulling the hand away from your mouth.
“Jesus, Jungkook!” You snapped. “Were you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Jungkook snorted. “Did it work?”
You decided to ignore this. “Please tell me you got it.”
Jungkook smirked at you, holding a backpack out to you. “Everything went perfectly, thanks to you and the spectacle you caused.”
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Thank god.”
“Actually, thank me. And Jimin for hacking their security system.” You had no idea how Jungkook had actually gotten into the building—there were only two doors to the main level, and both of them were guarded. Taehyung had told you that Jungkook was going to climb the outside wall to the second floor where Jaebums office was, but you thought he was joking at the time. It didn’t really matter though, you supposed. You were to cause a scene, lure as many people to you and Jaebum as possible, so there would be less of a chance of someone running into Jungkook. To make sure that he wasn’t seen on the security cameras, Jimin was going to hack in and play a recording—something he could only do for a limited time before it was noticed. The plan was iffy at best, and the fact that it had worked was a miracle.
You smiled for what felt like the first time since Jinyoung had shown up in your dorm room. To your surprise, Jungkook returned it.
“I uh… Owe you an apology, I think.” He said as the two of you began walking further down the ally. “You’re really not half-bad.”
“Thanks.” You said dryly, though you appreciated that at least he wasn’t mad at you for once.
“Stop walking, Jungkook.” A soft voice said, and you both turned slowly. Even in the dim light, you recognized the man as Yugyeom. He had a hand gun raised and pointed at Jungkook.
“Yugyeom.” Jungkook said, sounding surprised. “What are you…?”
“What’s in the bag?”
Jungkook visibly stiffened. “I think you know.”
“You’re right. I do.” Yugyeom took a step forward. “I should kill you now.”
You backed away. Why hadn’t Yugyeom just shot Jungkook? Surely stealing vital information was reason enough to shoot, so what was going on?
“Maybe you should, but you’re not going to.” Jungkook said calmly.
“You betrayed us.” The anger in Yugyeoms eyes made you think that it might only be a matter of seconds before Jungkook was shot.
“Yeah, well, you know,” Jungkook shrugged. “You betrayed Bangtan first, so…”
There was a click as the safety was taken off Yugyeoms gun, and Jungkook had his own out in a blur. The two stared at each other for what felt like forever with their guns raised, but you knew it was only a few seconds.
“We were like brothers.” Yugyeom said finally.
“Yeah. We were.” Jungkook sighed. He seemed far less affected than Yugyeom did. “But you gave that up the day you betrayed Namjoon.”
You glanced between the two, feeling oddly like you were intruding on a private conversation.
“How long have you been on their side?” Yugyeom hissed.
Jungkook smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “How long do you think?”
You wondered if you could slip away unnoticed—while you didn’t want to abandon Jungkook, you also didn’t want to be there.
“Hand over the bag and I’ll let the two of you go.” Yugyeom said, waving the gun at you and dashing your hopes of escape.
“There isn’t anything in there on you.” Jungkook said in reference to the backpack. “You can walk away from this. Just put the gun down.”
Yugyeom hesitated. “How am I supposed to believe that?”
“How long have we known each other?” Jungkook asked, and his voice was quieter. “Ten years? And up until now, when have I ever given you a reason not to believe me?”
Yugyeom laughed humorlessly. “Says the triple agent.”
Jungkook shook his head, dead serious. “I betrayed Jaebum. Not you. Never you.” Slowly, he placed his gun on the ground. Yugyeom watched him closely as he did so.
“Hand over the bag.” Yugyeom said again. “I don’t want to shoot you, Jungkook.”
“I know you don’t.” Jungkook said carefully. “So put the gun down and come with us. Namjoon will forgive you.”
You couldn’t read Jungkook very well, it had been clear since the day you met that he had an excellent poker face. It was impossible for you to tell if he was telling the truth to Yugyeom.
To your surprise, Yugyeom lowered his gun. “Go. I won’t tell Jaebum that I saw you, or what I heard.”
Jungkook nodded. “Thank you, Yugyeom.”
The other man just shook his head. “Consider this an old debt paid. Don’t expect anything else from me.” With that he turned and walked away, and you and Jungkook watched him until he was out of eyesight.
“Can you trust him?” You narrowed your eyes at Jungkook.
“He’s never let me down before. And like he said, he owed me a debt.” Jungkook said the last part so quietly you almost missed it.
“You’re a double agent?” You asked after a moment. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you.
“I thought that was obvious. Double agent…Triple… It gets a bit confusing, but I’m not on Jaebums side.”
“That’s how you got in. And knew where to look for the files.” It all made a lot more sense now. Jungkook began walking further down the ally, and you followed a few steps behind him. “Does anyone else know?” You asked, and Jungkook shoved his hands in his pockets. He walked fast, and you had to jog a little to keep up.
“Only Namjoon. We couldn’t risk word getting back to them. You can probably guess what they’d do to me if they found out.” You could, and it was horrific.
“The note that was in my room…” You started, pieces clicking into place.
“I was following Jaebums orders. Maintaining his trust was vital, especially then.”
“And me getting kidnapped?” You asked, and Jungkook looked genuinely apologetic.
“I didn’t know about that. It was a last-minute idea from what I’ve gathered. I knew… I knew you being involved with Yoongi was dangerous, and that they were watching him. That’s why I tried to warn you.” That must have been why he was so nervous that day at the coffee shop. If someone from either group was to have seen him, he would have had a whole lot of explaining to do. It now made sense as to why Jungkook had been so strange, he had seen all of this coming, at least to some extent.
And he had tried to warn you.
“Thank you, Jungkook.” You said quietly, and he laughed, coming to a halt and facing you.
“Consider it self-preservation. If you got killed and Yoongi found out I could have stopped it, he would never forgive me.” But there was something in his eyes that made you think there was more to it than just that. “Now go.” He tapped your arm lightly before pointing to the building you had stopped near. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t realized that you were in front of the police station, but you apparently were. “Turn them in, that will be thanks enough.”
“You’re not coming in?” You asked, not even having realized how nervous you actually were about the whole thing.
Jungkook shook his head adamantly. “No way, are you kidding me? They all know me way too well. Too many bad memories anyway.” He shivered dramatically, and you were reminded of his young age. Part of you wanted to ask him how many times he had been brought down there for the officers to know him so well, but you guessed that wasn’t something he wanted to share—maybe you would ask some other time.
You took a deep breath, clutching the backpack closer to you. “See you later, Jungkook.” And with that, you marched into the building before you could lose your nerve.
“Do you have someone we can call?” Jay asked. The station had gone berserk when they realized what it was you had just given them—a way to take down an entire gang that had been a nuisance for years. You heard someone say something about a S.W.A.T team, others about bulletproof vests. It was happening, and you had nothing to do but sit.
At first, you shook you head in response to the officer. Who would you call? Your parents were far away, and even if they were close enough to drive, you didn’t want the questions that would accompany them. Then there was Diane, but you already knew what your roommate would say—between scolding you and making inappropriate jokes, you didn’t feel like hearing that either.
“Even a teacher? Someone from your school?” Jay looked concerned as he sat on the bench next to you. You had to stay there in case they had further questions—or incase one of the people you turned in escaped and decided to hunt you down for revenge. Jay was apparently too inexperienced to be let out on the field, so he was stuck there too.
“No I don’t think…” But then you stopped. “There is one person. He’s going to be mad, but I think I should call him.”
You were about to fall asleep in the blanket that Jay had brought you when you heard a scream, and then a crash. You opened your eyes to see that everyone was looking toward the door, where a young man stood looking irritated.
“Quit looking at me like that.” Yoongi huffed, scanning the room. When his eyes landed on you, he sighed, walking over quickly. “Hey kid.” He said, sitting down next to you. “Are you okay?” You hadn’t told him much over the phone, and you felt bad that he looked so worried. You had told him to talk to Jungkook for more details, but you had no idea how much he had been informed.
Before you could answer Yoongi’s question, Jay walked over with his arms crossed. “This is who you called?” He pointed an accusatory finger at Yoongi, who made a face at him.
“Yes?” You said hesitantly.
Jay’s supervisor was close behind him, but she looked much less composed and much more nervous than before. “You can’t be here.” She said, but all the scary edge in her voice was gone. You found yourself wondering what exactly it was that Yoongi had done to disturb them so much, but guessed it wasn’t the best time to ask.
“Why not?” Yoongi raised an unconcerned eyebrow. “As I recall, you’ve never pinned anything on me. I’m innocent, so you can stop looking at me like I robbed a bank.”
“You did rob a bank.” The women snapped, and Yoongi shrugged.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Jay glared at Yoongi for a moment more before turning to you. “If he treats you bad, let me know.”
Yoongi stuck his tongue out at Jay as he turned to go.
“Sorry for dragging you out here.” You said, and Yoongi looked surprised.
“Don’t be. From the little bit that Jungkook told me, I should be apologizing to you. It’s my fault you got into all this mess.” He looked down at his hands.
“I should explain.” You said after another moment.
He nodded, giving you a sideways smirk. “That might be a good idea.”
You gave him an abridged version, leaving out the part where you got hurt, as well as what had happened with Yugyeom. That felt like something that Jungkook should do. You were careful to keep your voice down in case someone was to overhear. Jay was going back and forth between giving Yoongi dirty looks and looking at you concerned. It was sweet of him to care, you thought, but you wished he didn’t hate Yoongi so much—then again, you had no idea if Yoongi had actually done something to deserve the glares from across the room.
Yoongi listened in relative silence as you spoke, occasionally nodding or humming to show that he was still paying attention. Once you were done, a slow smile spread across his face. It wasn’t the reaction you were expecting, and you shifted slightly in your seat. You were expecting anger, worry, or at least mild irritation—not amusement.
“So you ran into Jungkook and came straight here, but he didn’t stay with you?” You shook your head and Yoongi snorted. “Not surprising. He’s been dragged here kicking and screaming a few times, he might be embarrassed.” He then looked at you, and you wished he was an easier person to read.
“What?” You said, trying (and failing) to keep the nervousness out of your voice.
“Nothing it’s just…This is why I like you so much.” He smiled at you. “Are you not scared of anything?”
“Of course I am.” You said, slightly taken aback. “I just don’t let it stop me.”
He snorted, then caught Jay looking over at the two of you and glared back at him.
“He’s not so bad.” You said, nudging him.
“He’s a cop.” Yoongi said, looking mildly horrified. “Also, I think he likes you.” He pouted slightly, folding his arms.
You bit your lip trying not to smile. “Are you jealous?”
“No. Maybe.” Yoongi stared at the opposite wall, and you nudged him again with your elbow.
“Well don’t be. He’s nice, but I don’t want to date him.”
Yoongi looked at you sideways, giving you a look you couldn’t decipher. “You know it’d be a lot easier to date him.” He pointed out quietly.
“For you to date Jay?” You asked jokingly, knowing perfectly well what he meant.
“What? No. Why would I ever date a cop?” Yoongi balked. “I meant, it would be easier for you to date a normal person.”
You shrugged. “So? What’s easy isn’t always the best option.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, but he uncrossed his arms. “Even if they arrest Jaebum, that won’t be the end of me being involved in a mafia. It won’t change my family or my past. You might be in danger as long as you know me.”
“You’re being over dramatic.” You sighed. “But even if that was the case, I’m okay with taking the chance.” You reached over and slipped your hand into his, your fingers interlacing with his instinctively.
A small smile was back on Yoongi’s face, and you found yourself returning it. “Do you want to leave?” The question took you slightly by surprise.
“They said not to. In case they have questions or something…” Yoongi shook his head.
“They say that crap, but they can’t keep you here. It’s late, do youwant to leave?”
You nodded after a seconds thought, and Yoongi stood. “Good, this place gives me the creeps.” As the two of you started walking toward the door, Jay’s supervisor called after you.
“Don’t come back.” She said from the safety of sitting behind her desk.
“I don’t plan to.” Yoongi said dryly, holding his free hand up as a sort of wave.
“Did you drive?” You asked, and Yoongi nodded looking slightly suspicious.
“Yeah, why?”
“In your mini-cooper?” You couldn’t help the teasing tone of your voice.
“No.” Yoongi sighed, digging his keys out of his pocket. “On my magic carpet. Why are you laughing? What is it you have against mini-coopers?”