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19, October. 2021 -
One of the things you learn the fastest as a CIA agent, it’s that no matter what you do, or say, in the end the system will always have what they want from you. Jimin knows it better than anyone else. He’s been in this line of work for seven years already. And now at twenty-five, he’s pretty used to it. As one of the fewest military trained Doctors with other special knowledges and expertise, he’s been requested a lot of times, for some situations he would rather not be in but, as it was said, he doesn’t have much say on it.
Normally, it would come with the usual textbook protocol; they would require a formal meeting, briefing him of what exactly his job would demand of him and what his position hierarchically on the mission would be, who would come with him and what he should and shouldn’t do. The usual. So, when he was suddenly blind folded and guided towards somewhere silently by some agents, Jimin definitely, with one hundred percent of certainty, could say that this time he wasn’t being called in a ‘normal settings’ protocol.
The fact that the defense secretary, an older and pretentious woman called Diana Ross, was “inviting” him to a secret location, off records and out of any of the federal buildings was a dead giveaway. He most definitely would say. He was in some shitty situation he knew he would have to do something off his job description.
“Thank you for coming, agent Park.”
“Well… I didn’t have much choice, but, yeah… You are welcome.” The quick raise of her perfect designed eyebrow probably would be the only warning the woman would give Jimin. A command to behave. Jimin didn’t care. He knows the woman wouldn’t do anything to him even if he was a little bit bratty towards her. Well, she still needed him for some reason. Anyway.
“Look Dr. Park, I know this is a sudden request for your services, but we are a little bit on a rush right now…”
“I can see that, it’s the first time that you guys really kidnapped me…” Jimin had this habit, he knew it was annoying but he couldn’t avoid teasing the woman in front of him. It wasn’t a secret how many times they actually tried to kidnap him. “I’m just wondering what this is all about?”
“We have a situation with one of our leads.” The woman was slowly walking around the conference of the circular table, her stilettos clicking clacking on the marble floor. Jimin had nonchalantly crossed his leg on top of the big table, looking around with a bored expression, there isn’t much he could do with his wrists still tied behind his back, so why not just get as much comfortable as he could? “We need you in there…”
“Where? To do what? And… With who?” Leaning back on his chair, Jimin was lazily almost completely laid on top of it, his Chelsea boots shining with the white bright light of the room on top of the table. Jimin was playing with fire. He really didn’t care though. It was way too bright inside there, and weirdly, way too dark outside. All the windows around the room were pitch black. “I can’t see any file with the briefing for the mission, and you are totally not helping me to understand what you want of me while talking is such a cryptic way, Mrs. Secretary.”
“It’s extraofficial, agent.” Just as Jimin had thought, they wanted to hide it. Great, another mission where if he dies, he’ll die as no one. “Off records. This is not a request from the US government. You aren’t going as one of us.”
“So, who is requesting me then? I’m not a spy Mrs. Secretary, you know that…”
“It's not a spy mission, Dr. Park. You are going as a mediator.”
“A mediator?” Okay, fine. That’s new. “Of what?”
“Not what.” Of course. There is always a glitch. Jimin should have expected this. You learn quickly when it comes to this type of job to never expect what is ‘expected’. It’s not always that you work for who you should work, or help who you should help. It’s very hypocritical most of the time, but people survive. They win. People live. And the economy keeps growing. And that’s what matters in the end. “Of who.”
“Fine, you have my attention. Tell me who we’re talking about so I can go to my house and take my much-needed jasmine bubble bath and relax at least until tomorrow mid-afternoon…” Jimin was tired. He had worked the whole day doing reports of his last mission he had just come back from; it took him two weeks there. Working in war zones was the worst shit in his opinion, but it was his job. He was tired of wasting his time keeping that silly game the defense secretary was playing. He wanted to go home and sleep for a few hours. At least twelve. “I’m tired, I’ve been working for thirty-six hours non-stop. If you’d stop with the ‘try-to-guess-game’ I would really appreciate it.”
“The mediation is between a North K. double agent and the man who will lead this team mission. They got the location of our lead… Compromised the lead position Inside the country, he’s exposed.”
“I see… So, we’ll extract someone. I don’t understand why you guys need me there though? If you guys need someone who speaks Korean, we have other agents with this knowledge… I fail to see why my presence is needed there. As moderator or not, I’m a Doctor, I'm not a soldier, Mrs.”
“You’ve been personally requested.” Well, that’s something new… For sure. Normally, Jimin is quite good at hiding his emotions, but knowing someone unknown personally requested him for an ‘extra official-off-records' mission have never happened before. He was curious, at least.
“Humor me. Who?”
“That’s classified.”
“I want to see they’re file then.”
“They don’t have one.”
“But they do have mine I suppose…”
The small smirk on the red lips of the woman was all the answer Jimin needed. “You will have to ask them that, Dr. Park.”
- MOOD - Two Feet - I Feel Like I'm Drowning
Without saying anything else the woman turned around and leaned on the far wall on the left side of the room, crossed her arms and looked at the iron door with that annoying smirk still glued to her face and then suddenly the door was being roughly opened by a figure wearing a full set black outfit. Jimin was stunned by the whole scene. The man was wearing a black baseball cap and also black face mask, holding a plastic cup (to-go), inside; a refreshing iced americano. Very ‘Korean-like’ Jimin would say.
“You’re late JK.” The woman said with a weird tone on her voice, almost as if she was flirting, or enamored by the man. That wasn’t something Jimin wanted to picture since she was over twice the man’s age. Clearly. A young boy? He Looked really young from what Jimin could see from the little part of his face that was showing, and the body. Yeah. Great body. That’s it.
“Sorry Diana. The Traffic was crazy… I hate Boston.” A raspy voice, not that deep but not that soft either. The man took off his overcoat, draping it over the back side of the chair in front of Jimin across the table. He was well built. Tall, taller than Jimin at least. Maybe the combat boots he was wearing gave him some inches as well, but in any way, he was still taller than him. Broader. Below his overcoat the man was using black slim trousers, with a dark gray sweater on top.
“It’s okay, Dr. Park was just about to ask me about you…”
“Really? Then I guess I arrived at the perfect time.” Lowering his head, the man took off his cap and mask, casually putting it on top of the table. Jimin didn’t understand why exactly he was holding his breath but once the man sat on the chair in front of him and brushed his hand through his hair, fixing it in place and his face came out, Jimin had his answer. The man was handsome. Model-like handsome. Way too pretty to be working in their line of work. But Jimin learned quickly that when it comes to this type of job; you can’t judge people by their looks. Never. “Nice to finally meet you, Park Jimin.”
“So, JK? That’s a codename. Who exactly are you, boy?” The man crossed his leg, looking completely unbothered by Jimin’s dry and borderline rude reply. Jimin was stressed. He was too tired to play it nice.
“It’s a codename, yes. We still have time to give you one, don’t be too anxious about it, Jimin.” Why was that boy calling his name so casually like that? If he will not say his name, he shouldn’t say Jimin’s either. Jimin already didn’t like him.
“How much influence do you have to have over the CIA director to have enough power to request someone ‘off-records” … I want to know why you personally requested me. Why me?”
“Didn’t I just told you to not get too anxious?” The smirk on his lips grew bigger. Jimin really didn’t like the man (Boy.). He was annoying. Annoyingly beautiful as well. Just saying.
“Say that when you’re the one who was tied by force, kidnapped and brought to an unknown place by your own boss.”
“I’m not your boss, darling… I’m planning on being your partner though.”
“I’m not talking about you.” Jimin snorted, giving a quick glance toward the silent woman leaned on the wall by the left side of the room, watching them as if they were exotic animals in the zoo. “I’m talking about ‘Diana’ over there.”
“I see. You are right…” The man suddenly stood up from the chair, started to walk with confident steps towards Jimin, looking at him with an intense pair of dark brown eyes. Jimin learned a lot of things during his years as a CIA agent, but he definitely didn’t learn how to keep eye contact with this man. Boy. Whatever. And why is he looking at Jimin like that? Does he want to kill him? Fuck him? What? “This is not the best way to be tied as well. It looks very uncomfortable and is bruising your pretty skin. Let me help you with it.”
“Wait. What? What do you mea-” Jimin just froze. The man (it’s a boy!), was leaning his whole body over his smaller one, turning Jimin’s chair around, making his legs fall from the top of the table. The man (A boy! A BOY!) was suddenly crossing his arm around his waist. His face so close that Jimin could feel his minty breath. He was just too handsome. What the fuck. He smelled really good by the way. What type of fabric softener did he use? It was amazing. Jimin really wanted to ask the man (Okay, maybe not a boy…) the brand but before he could even clean his thoughts the man took out of his trousers pocket a small jackknife and in the next second the locking nylon around his wrists was being cut off.
“Done. Now you are free. Better like this, right darling?” The fucker had the audacity to whisper the phrase close enough to Jimin’s ear that even his lips brushed over his ear lobe. Jimin almost yelped. Yelped! Can you believe it? The audacity of this man. The smirk on his face. Jimin was kind of horny. But Jimin was also angry.
“Get off me!”
“Okay, okay… Sorry!” He was laughing. Laughing at his face. In front of his boss. And Jimin didn’t even know the fucker. If he had his gun the man wouldn’t be laughing anymore. Jimin learned quickly how to make assholes shut up. The man on the other hand was unfazed. Sitting on top of the table by Jimin’s side and looking at his face as if appreciating the blush on the apple of his cheeks. Jimin wanted to punch him. “Don’t get mad. I’m just helping you…”
“That’s harassment, you’re… You’re a pervert!”
“Well, you will have to get used to me doing this to you sooner than later anyway…”
“I do have not! Why would I? I don’t even know you!”
“Well, we are about to become a couple, sweetheart.” Jimin wasn’t sure if he heard that right. He must have misheard it. Yeah. That’s it. That’s the only possible way. The only reasonable explanation.
“Dr. Park, you will go in disguise, with him, to the next Asian conference in Seoul, as a Korean American couple.” Jimin never hated that woman so much as he hated her in that moment. He normally didn’t hold any hard feelings towards his bosses, but Diana was trying his patience. She really was.
“A rich couple! Isn’t that great? We are philanthropists… Powerful couple traits, don’t you think so?!”
It’s better to ignore the man. He was a joke. Does he ever talk seriously? Jimin wondered. The only thing he did until now was flirt and joke around. They can’t be serious about him being the team leader. It can’t be true. “Weren’t we supposed to go to North K.? Why would we go to Seoul?” Looking straight at the woman’s face, Jimin completely stopped to pretend to be okay with this whole scam they were about to throw him in. He was sending daggers at the Defense secretary’s direction. He was angry at not being able to see the whole picture and Jimin hated being kept in the dark, made a fool of. “Why would you guys even send a gay couple to a conference in Seoul? Do you guys know they are not that into LGBTQ+ people there, right?”
“It’s a distraction.” The man was the one to reply, crossing his arms and looking at him with down cast eyes full of wonder, slightly narrowed. Analyzing him. Jimin felt a chill run down his spine. If you asked him why, he wouldn’t be able to reply anything else besides what you already know. He’s horny.
“For what?”
“Hnm… Don’t worry too much about it honey, it’s just until the rest of our team arrives there.”
“Will we not go there together? This is out of protocol Mrs. Secretary.”
“This whole thing is, Dr. Park.” The shrug with the shoulder was the last drop. “You just have to follow JK’s orders, he will brief you with what you should do. Don’t over step.”
“How should I proceed if I don’t even know the goal, Mrs. Secretary? I follow the books; I don’t have the correct training for this. I told you I’m not a spy.”
“Oh! But that’s not true at all, my darling…” Why did that guy just keep calling him by pet names? They didn’t know each other. Jimin was angry. He was too handsome and it was hard to keep looking at him with a straight face and at the same time Jimin also wanted to tele transport himself to his home and forget this whole conversation. But Jimin learned early. This is not how things happen when you are in this line of work. Unfortunately for him.
“You don’t know me. How can you know if it’s true or not?” Jimin challenged. He was over stepping since he understood what this whole thing was about. It’s been a few years since they started to try to put him under this category. Jimin didn’t want to be a spy. He said it many times. That’s not why he accepted their offer to join as a recruiter years ago. The thing is; he learned quickly that when it comes to this type of job; They’ll bend you until you break.
“I know you enough.” If Jimin could have predicted any of it; “Park Jimin, born in Busan on October 13, 1995. By the way, congratulations on your twenty-five years. It’s late but well… Semantics. You are a born genius, Jimin. You finished high school when you were only thirteen years old, already speaking five languages at the time and black belt in taekwondo, got a full scholarship in the US for MD in Stanford, got your dual citizenship and then graduated with honors at the age of eighteen.” He would have stayed quiet. “That’s when you got the first invitation of the United State government to join their specialists training squad. You know how they like to name it prettily… A year later you already were a field Doctor for the Rescue team of the US navy with more rescue missions under your belt than half of the navy Lieutenant Captains. And let’s not talk about your ‘other’ jobs for our sweet Diana over there, right?” The wink towards the woman threw Jimin off. It shouldn’t have made him uncomfortable as it did. It shouldn’t. “Aren’t you a master in another dead language by now? Hebrew? That’s hot, baby… Anyway, did I forget anything?”
“…That’s not my point. I am not a spy; I don’t have the skills to go undercover in missions… I don’t even know what you want of me. I’m a doctor.”
“I want a doctor.” Simply like that the man (Fine. He’s a fine man.) replied. Looking at Jimin with a calm but firm expression. Why was he so hot? “Your role in this mission is being my doctor husband.” Jimin was out of words. “That’s it darling. And let’s not forget…” Why was he leaning over Jimin’s personal space again? Jimin was having a really hard time to avoid this man advantages. It wasn’t fair. “I know about your acting lessons. I also know about the dance, cooking and gardening classes. I know about the body language detection and analyses course. I know about the Krav Maga and Jiujitsu lessons three times a week… About the all your little adventures with equestrianism and scuba diving. You really like to try a little about everything, don’t you darling?”
“This is personal information!”
“Yeah, I know! I need to know my husband better than anyone else; You know?”
“I told you I can’t do this mission; I am not that good at acting… My- My teacher said I’m too stubborn to fit any role besides my own self.” Why was he explaining himself to that man? Why was he even trying to go against this mission? Maybe it was the fact that Jimin knew, if he took this path, he would never be able to back off of it. You learn quickly when it comes to this type of job; once they have you, they never let you go.
“Well, you don’t have to act darling… Just be your lovely self.”
“This is not how things work when you are on a mission, Sir.”
“Let me worry about the mission. You just have to come with me and when I tell you to do some stuff, I know you can do, you do it. It’s not that difficult.”
What was the point in keeping arguing with that man? He made his points quite clear. His boss was there looking at him with a disdainful look on her face. Jimin didn’t even want to waste his time anymore trying to guess the why of it all. It was obvious how fond of the man the defense secretary was. Who the guy was, still was a mystery, but Jimin thought that at some point he would know? Right? He hopes so.
“Fine! Whatever. When will we be leaving?”
“Today!”
“You’re kidding…”
“Of course not, darling. We have to do too many things when we arrive there, so better sooner than later!”
“I - I didn’t even sleep yet today… God damn it! How should I even call you then? Aren’t you my ‘husband’, Sir.?”
“You can call me love! Baby? Maybe honey? The love of your life! There are so many good ones… You can pick your fav. I’m fine with any of those.”
“That’s…” Is he stupid? Is Jimin really going to be under this man guidance? In a fucking spy mission? For the first time? He was screwed. “That’s not what I mean… At all.”
“I know.” Turning his body around the man started to walk towards his belongings, putting his overcoat back on, and the baseball cap. Jimin stood up, looking confused at why the man was preparing to leave while Jimin still had so many questions without answers. His boss completely ignoring him and texting on her phone with someone he didn’t care enough to know. He hasn’t thought that after so many textbooks of how to proceed in certain situations, a day where he wouldn’t know what to do would come. Jimin was lost. And looking at the man, raising his hand mid-air at his direction as if asking for him to hold it, wasn’t helping him with his situation, or with anything at all. It was maybe, just making him even hornier. Looking at the man’s big veiny hand. “If you want, you can call me John Seagull…”
“That’s not your real name;” Holding the man’s hand was good. Comforting. But not as good as the smile playing on his pretty lips once Jimin accepted his hand. But one thing Jimin knew. It was that when it comes to this type of job; You should never fall. No matter how horny or lonely you are. No matter how handsome or attractive someone is. Or how deep and intense they look at you. How warm and compatible your hands are. You never fall. They all know; If you do; You lose. “Isn’t it?”
“You already know me so well, darling… We’ll be an amazing couple. You’ll see!”
But also, you learn quickly when it comes to this type of job; things won't always be like in the books. Actually, most of the time, they aren’t.
“Let’s go darling, we have a plane waiting for us… The pilot is in a bit of a bad mood today, he broke his saxophone, but I'm sure he'll cheer up once he sees how cute you are.”
“I wonder if the whole team will be like you…”
“Like what, darling?”
“A prev. crazy, creepy stalker… etc.”
“You’re so cute, Jimin-ssi.”
“I hate you.”
“…Let’s see for how long.”
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