𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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"Come on," his urgent tone grabs my attention. I watch him slide down the rough patch of dirt and rocks. "Don't tell me you're afraid of hills, too,"

Despite his mocking tone and challenging glance, I don't hesitate. I inhale a large breath and run down the hill after him.

I realize I'm going too fast when I can't control the speed of my legs any longer. I pick up the pace until I make it to the ground. However, my feet continue to run until I crash into him.

The rough landing on the pavement is enough for both of us to let out groans of pain.

We ease up into a sitting position where we move away from one another and stand on our feet. "Next time, follow what I do, or else you'll kill someone,"

His earlier tone vanishes, replaced with annoyance instead. His hand presses against his temple; mine massages my shoulder. His bitter words disappear when a person rushes toward us.

"Jungkook!" I watch a guy sprint, tackling him to the ground. A reenactment of the catastrophe from seconds before.

"Can people stop crashing into me!" He pushes the other male off of him, dusting himself off when he stands to his feet once more.

"Sorry," the person who tackled him apologizes with an innocent grin. He scratches the side of his cheek while squinting his eyes shut, letting a soft chuckle leave his lips.

"You're too wild for your own good, Jimin." I stand silent, watching the two men talk amongst themselves until I'm dragged into the conversation.

"Jimin, this is Vee. She'll be living with us for a while. She's new, so could you show her around? I've got to speak with Ghost about the next mission." He pats Jimin's shoulder, walking by him but stops in front of me.

"It's been a pleasure to meet you, Vee. I hope we can get along," he grabs my hand, shaking it firmly. He flashes a wink as if a shushed whisper to my eyes only.

"Me as well, Jungkook," speaking his name for the first time is a bit odd. It holds an authoritative tone in the letters which combine his name. It's strange. "I hope to see you around later," I return the friendly handshake, and we part ways.

Jungkook walks away to the closest warehouse. He strides with confidence—a walk someone only with power can pull off. Who exactly is he?

"So you're Vee?" The stranger next to me smiles with warmth.

"Yes, and you're Jimin?" I return the kindness.

Taking him in, I memorize his face. His delicate features, plump lips, short eyelashes, and every part of his features take root within my mind. I'm going to have to remember him if I can't find Jungkook. Jimin's hair is brown, shining with the light of the sun.

With a gentle nod, he grins. "The one and only. Let me show you around since you're new. I'm not sure if we have room or not. Maybe Barbie could find a spot for you." He places his hands into his black pockets. His baggy, brown pants give him room to move more freely.

"Barbie? Like the doll?" I ask intrigued.

He shakes his head with a laugh. "No, no, she's one of the top leaders here. See, everyone here can either use their real name or a nickname. Most people use nicknames, but I prefer my own, similar to Jungkook. However, if you watch the news, you should know Jungkook's nickname is the Street Killer. Mine is Little Guy—a nickname I rather hate, but the police have given us names to make it easier to catch us." He explains with a smooth expression, not at all caring about the police or the public. He talks about it so casually.