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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim
      Taehyung_|_V/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Kim_Seokjin_|
      Jin
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap
      Monster, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Gang_World, Alternate_Universe_-_Spies_&_Secret
      Agents, Gang_Violence, Maknae_Park_Jimin, Innocent_Park_Jimin, Tsundere
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Mentioned_Kunpimook_Bhuwakul_|_BamBam, Mentioned_Kim
      Yugyeom, Bad_Boy_Jeon_Jungkook, Jeon_Jungkook_Is_Bad_at_Feelings, Kim
      Taehyung_|_V_Is_a_Little_Shit, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope_Is_Whipped, namjoon
      is_basically_the_dad, Jin_is_a_sweetheart, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin_&_Kim
      Taehyung_|_V_Are_Siblings, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga_&_Park_Jimin_Are_Best
      Friends, Park_Jimin-centric, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga-centric, Angst_and_Fluff
      and_Smut, Heavy_Angst, Fluff_and_Mush, Smut, Eventual_Smut, Implied/
      Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Implied_Childhood_Sexual_Abuse, Implied/
      Referenced_Character_Death, Implied/Referenced_Suicide, Suicidal
      Thoughts, Suicide_Attempt, Suicide_Notes, Self-Harm, Emotional_Hurt/
      Comfort, Emotional_Baggage, Mental_Health_Issues, Mental_Instability,
      Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug_Abuse, jimin_has_a_lot_of_self-doubt,
      Implied/Referenced_Homophobia, Bottom_Park_Jimin, Needy_Park_Jimin, Dom/
      sub_Undertones, Age_Regression/De-Aging, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Gay
      Sex, Everyone_Is_Gay, Butt_Plugs, Sex_Toys, Oral_Sex, Frottage, sorry_-
      Freeform, this_is_an_emotional_roller_coaster, and_a_mess, lapselock,
      Bottom_Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-19 Updated: 2018-03-30 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5008
****** We Could Be Immortals (discontinued) ******
by kittyyoongi
Summary
     jimin and yoongi are street kids who somehow wind up living with a
     group of secret agents under the alias of a gang called the "bangtan
     boys" who are well known for their good looks and deadly skills.
     how will these two pretty boys survive in the middle of a battle
     between the best undercover agents and the most dangerous gang in
     seoul?
     **DISCONTINUED**
***** Chapter 1 *****
     life on the street wasn't the easiest. whether they were scouring for
shelter or rummaging through dumpster for anything useful, there was always a
struggle. one that jimin knew all to well. 
     "fuck," his best friend min yoongi swore, hands clenched in the air as he
pulled his ragged sneaker out of a puddle of grim that coated the ground next
to the grotesque piles of trash they'd been rummaging through seconds
earlier.  
     the younger was no longer interested in the search, just wanting to scrub
the filth off his hands soon. looking up toward the sun, jimin guessed it was
about noon, the sun high in the sky and blindingly bright. it was a little
skill yoongi had taught him when they'd first became friends three years back. 
     "lets go. bambam should be on lunch break now." the brunette said as he
wrung his hands into the material of his dirt stained sweater that had more
holes than he could count on his fingers. his black haired friend gave a grunt
of agreement as he threw a crushed can back into the trash pile. 
     bambam was their friend, but he wasn't a street kid like them. he lived in
the orphanage on the edge of town. from where they were, jimin estimated it
would take about ten minutes to get there, leaving them only a few minutes to
visit the boy. 
     they'd first met him when they were rummaging through the dumpster behind
there. they hadn't been expecting the lanky boy to be there
and definitely hadn't expected him to take a liking to them. kunpimook was his
real name, but the duo had learned quickly that he didn't like being called by
it. it brought back bad memories of his mother. she was abusive, the evidence
left in the form of scars that littered his body. 
     after getting to know the boy better during his free-time and on the walks
to and from the orphanage, the boys had also learned that she had abandoned him
on the the side of the road when he was barely seven. he'd been living in the
orphanage since and never once complained because he was thankful. 
     it was something they all had in common; they were all parent-less in a
sense. yoongi had been kicked out when he was ten. his father was a cheater,
always out with different girls, though his mother never cared. and his mother
was a crack whore, willing to do anything for drugs. her addiction had
gotten so bad to the point she began bringing home men and letting them have
their way with yoongi for extra cash. he remembered all those nights he'd spent
screaming and crying as he was raped in front of his mother. and she'd just sit
back and watch, too drugged out to care. he remembered clearly the night she'd
came home so drunk, so drugged up with her arms draped around a man in a rather
expensive looking suit. he remembered how she'd yelled and cursed at him,
screaming that he wasn't welcomed. and the man she was wrapped around just
smirked. he'd left the house that night, the necklace his older had given him
before he left for the army held tightly in his small hand, and a look
of betrayal evident on his face. the blond swore to never trust anyone. he was
numb, emotionless, afraid to feel again. and jimin go that. he understood. 
     jimin on the other hand was a runaway. his mother was kind, always
treating him right, and taking his father's abuse for years. his father was an
alcoholic, coming home late so drunk he wasn't himself. jimin remembered all
those nights he'd spent curled up under his cover in his room, only being able
to listen to his mothers sobs and cries of pain as his father screamed and
threw things. but the male couldn't do anything. he was too small. too weak.
and he regretted, hated it. he remembered crying himself to sleep every night,
not able to listen to her screams as his father raped and beat her. it was too
much. he remembered shutting down, refusing to look at or even acknowledge his
mother. despite how much pain she was in, she would always act like nothing
happened, softly brushing her bony hands through his hair and whispering sweet
nothings to him. and the night she had came into his room with a brown satchel
stuffed with clothes that no longer fit him and what little money she'd managed
to steal from his father when he wasn't looking, is what sent the twelve year
at the time over the edge. she had shaken him awake, eyes puffy and swollen
from crying and her body shaking so violently jimin could feel, telling him he
had to leave. to get away while he had the chance. he had cried and clung to
her, sobbing that he wouldn't leave her, that she didn't have to endure
everything by herself but she hadn't listened. she'd stuffed the bag into his
hands along with the money and had pushed him through the house and out the
front door, with no words. she hadn't even said goodbye, but jimin knew she
wanted to. she'd looked at him with sad eyes as she closed the door. and jimin
hadn't been able to bring himself to be mad at her. 
     life on the street had been hell for the brunette at the time. he'd spent
what little money he'd been giving within a week no matter how frugal he'd
tried to be. all the clothes he'd had became soiled after only a month and he'd
found himself visiting the local busan soup kitchen often. that's were he'd met
yoongi.
     jimin had sat down to eat his soup and bread when a scrawny boy plopped
down next to him. he looked over at the ravenette but the male had his chin
tucked into his chest, eating his own bread like he hadn't had food in weeks.
feeling bad for how skinny the boy was, his ripped shirt falling off his
shoulders, he offered his bread. jimin had always had a chubby build. he was
healthy, a little short but the perfect weight for his age though his thighs
and cheeks for chubby and his stomach poked out a little.
     the black haired boy looked at the bread being held out to him then to
jimin, and the latter felt his breath hitch. the boy was breathe taking; the
literal definition of beauty. dark eyes were surrounded by long lashes, face
adorning a cute button nose and plush lips that were lightly chapped.  his skin
was pasty, black curls sticking up in all different directions, his bangs stuck
to his forehead with sweat. light bruises and cuts littered his skin, but they
complimented his look. he was ethereal. 
   "uh, thanks..." he'd muttered, voice deep and raspy despite his appearance
but jimin thought it only made him for more beautiful. "a diamond in the
rough," as he'd heard someone say before. 
     jimin smiled at the memory as they stalked down the packed streets of
seoul, everyone turning their heads. yoongi was from daegu, jimin had found
out. he'd been hitch hiking and somehow ended up in busan. they'd quickly
become friends, telling each other about their childhoods and how they'd ended
up living on the street. jimin had shown his new friend around his home town,
enjoying their time together. after that, they'd sworn to always be together
and to have each others back (though it took some coaxing for yoongi because of
his trust issues). 
   half a year later or so, they'd became restless of the same get up, piss in
the storm drain, rummage for food or anything worth selling, get dinner at the
soup kitchen, go to bed, and repeat. so they stowed away on a train,
cliche they know, and ended up in seoul. well, they'd ended up right outside
the outskirts of seoul before managing their way into the bustling city. 
     the first few weeks in seoul were rough. the duo struggled to find shelter
for the first few days due to seoul being new to them and all. it was a miracle
actually that they had found a suitable shelter; it was an old rundown
building, half the grody windows were broken in one spot or more, the paint on
the walls peeling off and the floors covered in stains and trash, but they
couldn't complain. it was a place to call home, and they were more than
thankful for it. the building was pushed back between two other abandoned
buildings, overlooking an alleyway and a street that was barely used. 
     they'd learnt that there were three zones of seoul. a good zone where all
the neighbourhoods and such were in, the neutral zone which was basically the
business zone, and the bad zone where every gang, thug, and criminal in seoul
roamed. the building they were living in was placed in the center of the bad
zone. it was a miracle no one else had found it or them. 
     going out in broad daylight was a no go, that being the time the streets
were somewhat active. they found it easier to scavenge during the night and
leave right before dawn to head into the the neutral zone. they'd never gone
further than that, too afraid to go to the good zone. neither have ever seen
that zone, only heard the bustling streets of school buses, cars, and school
children toward the edge of the neutral zone. jimin was always the curious
child, always full of questions and wonders. but he knew better than to go
anywhere without yoongi. it was very rare that they'd separate, only ever in
situations were they had to scatter because someone in the bad zone was
approaching the alleyway they'd tucked themselves into. 
     jimin was drawn from his thoughts as he felt yoongi's bony hand grasping
his shoulder. he looked back at his friend, a quizzical look glued to his
expression. the ravenette stared back at him before nodding his head toward the
front of them. jimin turned his head back to look at what yoongi had nodded
toward and gasped in shock. they were stood in the street in the front of the
orphanage. the metal gate that was usually locked, was hung open, one side
barely held up by it's hinges. it was obvious the lock had been broken. 
     the duo stood in place for a few moments debating whether to go any
further. a heat spread through their guts, their minds filled with worry for
their friend bambam. the orphanage was supposed to be a safe place for
children. somewhere they could feel safe at. 
     jimin was the first to take off toward the gate, shaking off yoongi's hand
and ignoring the cries for him to come back. he slipped through the space
between the gates hastily as he rushed toward the steps that led to the
entrance. yoongi wasn't far behind, coming to a stop as his eyes widened. jimin
stood beside him like a mirror. the front of the building was covered in spray
paint, various words and symbols littering it's white walls. but the thing that
caught their eyes was the giant red and black symbol of a snake coiled around a
dagger. it was the symbol of one of the most notorious gangs in seoul; the
blood snakes. they were a gang of about a hundred members. they were known for
killing in cold blood and ransacking businesses. they were dangerous in short
and the duo knew to stay away them. to stay away from places that were marked.
everyone with common sense knew this. 
     yoongi felt his stomach tighten as he trembled with fear. they shouldn't
be here. they needed to leave right away-- 
     his thoughts were cut short by jimin's sudden cry. the ravenette watched
as sobs wracked through his friend's body, the smaller's hands clenched at his
sides. he was terrified. yoongi knew this. but he also knew jimin had no
intention of leaving, his eyes blurred with tears, but determination evident
behind them. 
     yoongi was the first to step closer to the entrance as to let jimin know
he was with him, that he had his back. jimin stared at his friend in disbelief
for a few seconds before slowly climbing the steps. the older followed behind
as they slowly pushed one of the doors open. jimin struggled for a second
before he slipped in, the other following in suit. 
     jimin slapped his hand over his nose and mouth as a putrid smell filled
his lungs. there were crumbled and ripped papers covering the floor, some of
the furniture tipped over and the front desk pulled away from it's normal spot
against the back wall. but what was the most shocking was the puddle of blood
the seeped out from under the desk. there was blood splatter on the wall and
the desk it's self. yoongi had to hold his hand over his mouth as to not throw
up last night food that was still still digesting in his stomach. 
     silent tears stained the brunette's face, jimin inhaling and exhaling
shakily, "no no no no no no..." 
     yoongi cast a glance of sympathy toward his friend. he knew jimin's past
and knew about his anxiety and ptsd. it was evident in the way his eyes swept
over the crime scene, practically panting as he shook in his shoes. 
     jimin let his hands fall to his side, his eyes glazing over with something
yoongi couldn't tell. it was fear, it was anxiety, it was jimin's brain telling
him to run, to run far away. it was everything. his anxiety kicked into
overload, eyes flooding with tears and lungs constricting painfully as he
struggled to breathe. blood reminded him of his mother. forcing him to remember
all those she'd came into his room bleeding and injured whispering how much she
loved him and that she'd never let anything happen to him. it was too much. it
felt like the walls were closing in on him. he felt vulnerable. weak. he was
crumbling. falling. 
     he was screaming, body slamming onto the floor with a loud crash. he was
crying, gasping for air. it felt like someone was squeezing his lungs. yoongi
stood over jimin for a second before it registered. he was having a panic
attack. far worse than he'd ever seen. 
 
     
     he couldn't believe they'd gone on a mission without him while he was
stuck at school. the day was going on dreadfully slow and classes felt like
they were twice as long as usual. picking at his blunt nails, jungkook let his
head hang back so far it looked like his adams apple would pop out any second.
he'd much rather be out helping with the most reason mission; to investigate
the old orphanage the blood snakes had ransacked earlier that morning. he'd
heard their was a lot of blood spillage. 
     it was sometime after third period had started that he'd gotten a text
from their leader namjoon. he'd sent a message saying, "going out on the recent
mission. won't be home when school ends." with a picture of him holding the
case file attached. jungkook knew he only attached the picture to rile him up
and make him jealous. all the members knew how much he wanted to work on this
case. they all knew about his obsession with the gang involved. they'd taken
away his role model, his best friend, the only person he'd ever confided in,
the only person he'd ever truly loved. 
     kim yugyeom was his name. a kind and gentle soul. he practically grew up
alongside jungkook in the busan orphanage. they were inseparable and that's
what got him killed. jungkook still blamed himself even though it's been over
five years since his murder. if only he'd pushed yugyeom away when he'd been
welcomed to join the bangtan agency alongside his house mates. if only he'd cut
contact with him, he'd still be alive. if only he hadn't fallen for him. god,
he'd been so stupid, so reckless. 
     he could still clearly remember the day he'd found out about yugyeom's
death. he remembered falling to his knees, hands grasping tightly to the grass
underneath him. he'd cried and yelled that it wasn't true till his throat was
hoarse, until he'd lost his voice. he'd refused to believe that his first and
only love had been murdered. it just couldn't be true, he'd thought. there was
no way anyone could kill such a sweet and caring person. but he was wrong.    
     he hadn't even been able to see the body, the police taking it away after
deeming it a suicide. but jungkook knew it wasn't. he knew the dark haired teen
had been murder. and he'd wished for years that he could have at least said
goodbye, that he could have kissed him at least one last time. but he hadn't.
he remembered all those nights they'd spent together curled up on his couch--
which was actually seokjin's--and watched movies together. he remembered all
the late nights they'd sat and just enjoyed each others company, random kisses
here and there. jungkook could still feel the weight of yugyeom's frame as he
leant into his chest as he dozed off to the sound of the former's
calm breathing and the chatter of whatever old cartoon was playing on the tv.
just the mere thoughts almost brought the high schooler to tears, and he never
cried. he'd became cold and emotionless after yugyeom's death, keeping all his
feelings bottled up. 
     there hadn't even a funeral. and no matter how much his house mates and
fellow unit members tried to comfort him, jungkook just brushed them off,
saying he was fine. but everyone knew he wasn't, they all knew he was breaking
himself down, letting his stress and anxiety and depression get to him. he was
living in hell but refused help. refused to let any of them comfort him. 
     the bell rang loudly over the intercoms indicating the students to move to
fourth period. jungkook let his thoughts subside as he shoved his things back
into his backpack. the dark grey bag sagged from the weight as the brunette
tossed it over his shoulder. fourth period he had a chem test that he couldn't
miss. and no matter how much he wanted to work on the recent case, he had to
make decent grades or seokjin would make him resign from all missions until he
brought them back up. and he was on a roll this year; he just couldn't afford
it even thought his gut was telling him to just skip. 
     grumbling under his breathe, the brunette pushed through the swarm of
students and headed down the long hall toward the chemistry lab. at least he
could help review the evidence and information for the case when he got home.
that is if his teachers didn't bombard him with more than necessary amounts of
homework. 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
     the crime scene was quiet when they'd arrived. making quick work of
slipping past the broken gate and into the run down building. the room was
covered in litter and furniture was tipped over like they'd been looking for
something. perhaps, but namjoon couldn't put his finger on it. what could a
malevolent gang possibly have to do with an orphanage?   
     quickly scanning over the front desk, he sorted through a few files but
they weren't anything important. seokjin followed behind him, snapping photo of
the scene and the body of the once receptionist. from her position, he could
tell that the impact of the bullet to her head knocked her out of her chair.
possibly a close range attack. the shooter couldn't have been more than ten
feet from her at the time from the precise angle of the wound and how much
blood splatter was left in its wake on the wall behind her. 
     hoseok signalled to their leader as he slipped further into the orphanage,
through the door that led down a long hallway. taehyung followed after him, the
sleeves of his maroon shirt engulfing his hands as they swung at his side. just
from observation, one would think that taehyung was childish, immature even but
he's one of the smartest in the group. he's good at observing, his mind
wrapping around whatever material is given to him. you could give him a case
file and he'd crack it in under 15 minutes. 
     hoseok was the practical member of the group, per say. he could hack a
computer in under a minute. could get into a locked safe in less. and could
pick locks better than anyone they've ever known. he also has the best survival
skills despite his hyper and joyful nature. 
     jungkook was the brawn of the group, naturally. he's agile; you name it,
he could probably do it. whether it's slipping into tight spaces or moving
heavy objects, he's the go-to. he's also the best in close-combat with and
without weapons. 
     seokjin was the second brain of the group. he has the most knowledge
medical wise and is second in command as well. he usually does the dialysis on
the victims and can tell you how they died just by looking at them. all the
members went to him when they were injured or felt ill. 
     and last but not least, namjoon was the leader. he's smart, patient, and
makes the best decisions. they all trust him the most because how could you
not? he's always there for his team, never letting any of them down and is
always prepared to pull them out of dangerous situations if he finds it's
necessary. 
     namjoon and seokjin followed after the two other agents, exchanging small
chat about what they'd found so far. the couple pushed through the door that
was labelled "office" while hoseok and taehyung headed further down to a room
where the door was barely hanging onto its hinges. 
     they scanned the room, seokjin snapping photos of the damage and bodies as
namjoon shuffled through the papers that laid unorganised on the desk and floor
near it. 
               sweeping lilac fringe out of his eyes, bottom lip caught between
pearly white teeth, namjoon became lost in thought. a white sheet of paper
crumpled in his clenched hand, something he often did when deep in thought.
seokjin casted a glance over at his lover, and fiance, and smiled softly,
"don't over think it. we have a week to work on this." 
     the former looked up at the other with a sigh, "i know... but it just
doesn't make sense-" 
     but he was interrupted by a sudden wail from the front room they'd just
abandoned. the couple's heads turned in unison toward the door that lead out of
the room they were currently sifting through before giving each other
questioning glances. could it have been their imaginations? 
     another sudden wail cut through the air, something hitting the floor with
a loud thud. it was loud enough that it caught hoseok and taehyung's attention
from whatever they were doing. namjoon was the first to hurl himself out of the
room and down the hall toward the sound. the other agents weren't far behind. 
     the leader stopped short of the door, quick to quiet everyone, his breathe
laboured from the sprint. one hand came up to signal hoseok to follow him while
the other signalled seokjin and taehyung to stay behind just in case. namjoon
sucked in a puff of air, pushing the door open as silently as he could, the
hinges squeaking softly. 
     yoongi who had fallen to the floor in a heap to try and calm his friend,
jerked up at the sound. his eyes caught the barely noticeable movement of the
agents by the door. breathe hitching in fear of it being gang members, he tried
to grasp at the hands jimin had securely tucked around himself. 
     namjoon pushed the door open enough to peer out and sucked in more air at
the sight. his eyes caught yoongi's. the two froze, maintaining eye contact for
a few moment before the blond was scrambling to grab jimin off the floor. 
     "two survivors spotted! fall out and collect them!" namjoon barked over
his shoulder, the door flying open to reveal the other three agents. hoseok was
quick on his feet to rush out into the room. yoongi startled at the sudden
movement, a loud, high-pitched "aak!" leaving his mouth. 
     before anyone could comprehend the action, the ravenette shoved a clammy
hand into his pocket and pulled out a small, rusty knife. he lunged at hoseok
out of fear. he kept it encase he needed to protect them and that seemed like a
damn good idea right now. 
     hoseok somehow managed to dodge but not fast enough, the blade plunging
into the tender skin of his calf. the ginger haired male yelped in pain, tears
springing to his eyes as he grabbed at the knife. yoongi jerked back from him,
eyes blown wide and breathes rolling out in thick, heavy pants. he scrambled
backwards, latching onto jimin's right arm and quite literally dragging him
toward the exit. he was in panic, his mind a haze. all he could process was
that they needed to leave right now. 
     standing in shock, namjoon watched as the blond limped toward the door
with the other kid in tow. seokjin rushed to hoseok's side, his hands fumbling
to work the knife out of his leg and press down as to stop the bleeding.
"taehyung, grab my satchel! it has some cleaning pads and bandages!" 
     the honey brunette grasped onto the old brown satchel, tossing it to
seokjin who sat with his hands held out in anticipation. the doctor fished
through the bag, different materials clacking around as he dug through the
never ending satchel. finally pulling out what he was looking for, seokjin made
hast to pour some alcohol onto a cotton ball and rubbed it gently onto the
wound to disinfect it before wrapping a bandage around his calf, making sure it
was on tight enough so the pressure would cause the blood to clot and stop.
then he tore open some cleaning pads to wipe away the dried blood left around
the bandage. 
     "what are we going to do about those kids? they must have seen something,
right?" hoseok finally spoke, wincing as he felt his calf throb in pain from
the new pressure on the wound. 
     namjoon looked down at his squad member, a pained look on his face, "right
now, we need to get you home so jin can stitch you up. it won't do much good to
let you get hurt worse."
     before hoseok could protest, seokjin was offering his hands with a soft
smile, "he's right hobi. you need to let your wound heal before you even think
about working. it should be fully healed in about a week so you might have to
sit out this one. sorry." 
     taehyung waltz toward the duo, sleeve placed over his mouth as he
snickered quietly. while the honey brunette felt absolutely terrible for his
squad member, he couldn't help but laugh a little. first, jungkook would be
forced to sit out for half the mission and now hoseok was stuck in the same
boat. he felt bad, really. 
     hoseok glared up at taehyung, he never really fancied the male per say.
he'd probably like him if it weren't for the fact he was a little shit. always
causing trouble both on and off missions and cases. but he couldn't say
anything because he was the brains and if he was being honest, they probably
wouldn't be this successful if it weren't for him. so settling on just roll his
eyes, hoseok grasped onto seokjin's offered hands and grunted as he stood up
with help. 
     "this is only a minor setback, okay?" namjoon exclaimed, hands tucked at
his sides to hide how they were shaking but everyone knew. seokjin shot him a
sympathetic smile, hand resting on hoseok's shoulder as he helped the younger
limp toward the exit. 
     "i think it's time to head back. hoseok needs to get off his leg and i
still have to cook dinner." seokjin stated, glancing at his husband and
taehyung. taehyung agreed, his head nodding at the sound of speed; food sounded
great to all of them after this turn of events. 
     namjoon turned his back to his fellow agents, a hand raised to signal them
to go on ahead. the trio looked at each other before pushing through the heavy
door of the facility and stumbling down the concrete steps. namjoon looked
around the room once more before heading out himself. 
 
 
     somewhere a few blocks away, yoongi managed to pull jimin into an alleyway
to rest and hopefully calm down. they needed to access the situation (well, as
best as their 15 and 16 year old minds could). 
     the ravenette rubbed his hands together to create heat before pressing
them to jimin's freezing cheeks, "jiminie?" 
     the boy in question's red, swollen eyes lifted up to meet his friends and
yoongi smiled softly at him as he shook in his hands. his breathing finally
leveled out and became even as yoongi whispered how they'll be okay and that
bambam was safe and they were going to find him, even if the older didn't
believe every word spilling from his own mouth. 
     "yah, I promise we'll find him, jiminie." 
Chapter End Notes
     I know I disappeared for awhile so here's an update as an apology.
     And I know it's short but I'm just so busy with other stuff
     currently. :x
***** IMPORTANT *****
Hi! I know that it has been months since the last update and I apologise. But
as of now, this work is discontinued.
Due to being in and out of the hospital in the past few months and leaving
fandoms, I am no longer writing kpop content.
I may eventually return to this but I am just too busy with school and work
right now.
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