ARIES: P-Goon claiming that he motivates group members with a whip because he can’t afford carrots
TAURUS: Xero nearly killing Jenissi pushing away a chair in order to win a game
GEMINI: B-Joo being interviewed by a PD after being scared in an empty street and replying that he “didn’t care”. The footage rolls, B-Joo ran away from the prankster and his legs got so week that he had to crouch in the middle of the road.
CANCER: Jenissi’s oral memoir of being an exchange student in Italy
LEO: A-Tom threatening to kill Nakta after being accused of being a bad maknae
VIRGO: Nakta inviting A-Tom and B-Joo to sing “Downtown Love”, except A-Tom and B-Joo do a terrible job (Hojoon joins too and Hansol breaks out laughing) but Nakta keeps singing as if his life depends on it
LIBRA: Hansol freaking out over how much B-Joo, A-Tom, and P-Goon mentioned underwear
SCORPIO: Xero and B-Joo thinking that Rome was the capital of Greece and lowkey not believing that they’re wrong
SAGITTARIUS: A-Tom volunteering for the intimate Brazilian wax treatment (additionally, the hysterical laughter and noises he made when Nakta walked in on the scene)
CAPRICORN: Sangdo pulling out an umbrella when doing the pepero challenge with Hojoon because their lips touched
AQUARIUS: A-TOM DARING YANO INTO SHOWING HIS BRAZILIAN WAX ON CAMERA AND TELLING HIM THAT HE WOULD DO IT TOO BECAUSE HE’S “NOT ASHAMED” AND THAT THEY WOULD “CUT IT OUT” EVEN THOUGH THE CREW WOULD WITNESS IT
PISCES: Xero, after spending a good half hour actively participating in a group pose for a photo shoot, asking in a dead serious tone what they were doing and what was happening because he forgot
A couple years before your incident, Jungkook stood in the
middle of Namjoon’s office and looked at the assignment. Your name accompanied
a small file folder of information that would be necessary for the guys to get
to you and the basics of what was happening in your life.
What the hell? He
asked Namjoon, who chuckled. I thought we
were supposed to be protecting people who actually had lives to protect. The
infuriated tone just made Namjoon shake his head, while Jungkook stood there, a
look of disbelief and anger glazed over his features.
Just because YOU don’t
know her name doesn’t mean that everyone doesn’t know her name. Just read up on
the assignment and we will go over the logistics in the meeting. Namjoon
said as he passed the maknae and patted him on the shoulder. Jungkook turned
around on his heels and walked out of the leader’s office. Their headquarters
was broken up by teams, with each team getting their own area to work and
research. Jungkook walked out of the large glass doors of Namjoon’s office into
the main area where a large conference table sat, then near it was a group of
desks, all huddled together with desktop computers and file folders strewn
throughout. The desks is where the six other guys on the team sat throughout
their days, usually passing along information and helping each other with
various research points.
Jungkook had been working with the team for a few months now
and they were only given temporary assignments. As bodyguards, they were forced
to put their lives on the line for so many different kinds of people. Diplomats,
politicians, and celebrities, all of them who came but then they were also
given various other people to protect that Jungkook really didn’t want to vow
to save. People who just needed protection for some reason or another. This was
Jungkook’s first permanent assignment, which meant that the team would be
working with you for more than a year, and he was being put on as the main
guard. But as he read your name over and over, he drew a blank as to who you
were. Finally, scooting into his desk, he pulled up google.
Alright, Y/N. He mumbled
to himself as he slowly typed the name into the search engine and suddenly a
large search sprouted up on his screen. Articles, photos, and speculation seemed
to emanate from you and Jungkook was suddenly intrigued.
Huh? He murmured.
From the articles, Jungkook was able to infer that you were a scientist who had
been working with a team of four other scientists on a secret international project.
His eyebrows scrunched up as he looked at the various articles that all
speculated why each scientist was turning up dead. Dr. Axel Müller
was found dead in his Berlin apartment. It looks as though it was linked to the
death of his cohort, Dr. Elissa Rossi. She was found dead in her home in Turin.
Jungkook read aloud as he started to see that you were the only remaining
member of the group. Dr. Lucas Silva was
found dead in his home in Manaus. The latest member to be found dead is Dr.
Marceau Laurent in his Paris apartment. The only person that remains from this
team is Y/N, she is currently in hiding after all of the scientists were slain
in their various homes. The link between all of them is this top secret project
that has still been kept under wraps. The four scientists were found in their
respective homes which has caused for even more speculation as to who the
killer is and if it is one person or a group of many.
Jungkook continued to read various articles that chronicled
the events. So all of these people are
just showing up dead and no one is wondering what this project is? He asked
the empty room, but that was the exact question on everyone’s lips. This
project was obviously causing for many to end up dead, so who was trying to
stop these scientists and why. The intercom came on as Namjoon called for the
group to convene at the conference table. Jungkook quickly printed out a spread
of the articles and brought them to the mahogany table that stood next to the
floor to ceiling windows. Their floor was one of the top floors and allowed for
them to look down at the city of Seoul and see the people like ants running
around the streets.
So have you heard
about this new assignment? She’s definitely on someone’s hit list. Jimin
mumbled to Tae as they sat down. Jungkook sat next to the two younger members and
listened in on their conversation.
Namjoon told me that
she’s not talking much. Tae responded and Jungkook looked down at the
Why wouldn’t she be
talking? He asked and the two guys looked at him, shaking their heads
I’m guessing it’s a
case of fear and shock. When everyone you’re working with suddenly dies, no one
can be trusted. We are trying to get information about this project, but she’s
kept herself holed up in her room. Jin said in his usual professional
manner, but Jungkook could see a tinge of sadness in the elder’s eyes. Before
he could ask why, Namjoon was standing at the head of the table, looking at the
group of men with a determined gaze.
So, let’s talk teams.
Tae and Jimin, as per usual, you two are going to work as the friends. Yoongi
and Jin, you two handle tech. Finally, me and Hobi will work on management.
Jungkook, you are lead on this, you do not leave her side unless you have it
approved by me and there is someone to replace you. She’s scared and we know
there is someone out there looking for her. I don’t want any fuck ups. Got it? Namjoon
said in his commanding tone and the guys all nodded.
Each assignment brought a similar role that each guy would
play. Tae and Jimin were known as friends,
which meant that they would pretend to be a friend of the client, talking to
people in the client’s building, work, etcetera, this would allow them to gain
incite into the client’s world. Both Jimin and Tae had a way of buttering up even
the most closed off person. Jimin had a way of smiling and flirting his way,
which in turn gave people a reason to trust him. Tae had an innocence that people
trusted almost right off the bat.
Yoongi and Jin both had ways of understanding technology,
they spent most of their days working alongside one another and infiltrating various
systems to better protect the client’s work. Yoongi was the type to spend days
not lifting his head from his computer, he would hack into system, build
firewalls, and formulate encryptions to better protect the client in the digital
realm. While Jin was more comfortable with making all of the calls and
communicating with the team.
Finally, Hobi and Namjoon worked as a team to guide the men.
Hobi had an amazing, charismatic nature that people fell in love with and he
used it to get the client’s to talk to him. Namjoon was more of the natural
born leader, he could command a room by standing up and used it on many occasions
to get what he wanted. Jungkook being the newest member had been shadowing each
of the guys to find out which area he was best at, but Namjoon had realized
early on that Jungkook was their chameleon, he seemed to thrive in any
situation, so Namjoon hoped that you would entrust more information with Jungkook
and lean on the youngest member.
All seven guys were trained to physically be able to fight
off anyone that tried to endanger their client. Each of their physiques was a
tad misleading because they were much stronger than they looked. And they all knew
how to handle firearms that they carried with them at all times. All of these
things combined made their team seem practically unstoppable, but now they were
being dealt a difficult hand.
Summary: Jimin was an asshole, yes. And you were supposed to be nice, meek, and afraid of people like him. But you weren’t; even with a knife at your throat you stayed quiet and unforgiving–and he wasn’t allowed to like it.
Based off this request:
“Anonymous said:So how about bad boy Jimin I mean that’s cool I guess cause I mean who need bad boy jimin right pft not me.”
Usual warnings . This is a drug gang fic so naturally there’s gonna be a lotta shit.
“Are you sure you’ve got this, hyung?” Jimin
whispered, fishing in his bag for the lock-pick kit while Namjoon kept watch in
the shadows of the alleyway.
The older man snorted. “Taehyung knows we’re coming
regardless of whether I’ve got this or not. Besides, it isn’t me that he wants
to kill; make sure you watch out.”
Jimin snapped the zipper closed on his duffle. “He’s
the one who needs to watch his ass.”
Namjoon grabbed Jimin’s arm as he started towards the bar,
stopping him in his tracks. “Just…just don’t do anything stupid,
“I already did.” Jimin murmured. “And you’re
here doing it with me.”
Before Namjoon could say another word, Jimin ripped himself
from his hyung and hightailed it towards the back of the bar. The initial plan
was that Namjoon was going to go in through the front entrance and become an
instant distraction–that would give Jimin enough time to find you and get you
out. Honestly, it was stupid and bound to fail, but, then again, this was a
mission that was built upon grasped straws.
Jimin started towards the back entrance–his initial
destination–when, as he was passing by the wood cellar doors buried in the
grass, he overhead angered mumbles filtering up between the slats. Jimin
immediately changed his plan, dropping to the ground so he could press his ear
against the wood. As he listened, his eyes examined the lock on the doors to
see what tools from his kit would be needed to crack it.