DELIVERY! | JHS

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That was the last thing Hoseok remembered before he passed out. Not because the person holding a gun did anything to him—more because he has an extremely low tolerance for fear before it becomes too much for him. The girl holding the gun raises her eyebrows at the crumpled body on the floor, whom she didn't even need to touch to end up like this. Letting out a quiet scoff under her breath, she rolls her eyes, tucking the gun back into the waistband of her pants.

"Jungkook! Get in here, will you?" She calls, and the thud of footsteps approaching her fills her ears.

"Yeah, boss—oh. Shit. What happened in here?" Jeongguk asks, walking over to the girl and the boy on the ground, whomst he nudges with his foot. "You kill him?"

"Nope. He fainted." She deadpans, and Jungkook snorts. "Can you move him downstairs? Namjoon will need to interrogate him when he wakes up."

"Sure. You want me to tie him up, gag him, the works?" He asks, leaning down to scoop the unconscious boy into his arms. Jeongguk does most the grunt work and fighting in their group, considering he is the strongest, but he doesn't mind it. She shrugs and shakes her head.

"Something tells me he's not the type to struggle." She explains, and Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head as he carries the boy downstairs. The girl hesitates as she goes to leave the entrance to the abandoned house she and the others had made their home over the years, her eyes landing on the paper bag the boy dropped. Her mind immediately goes to the worst places: severed fingers of a loved one, a bomb, a ransom note—all things she's unfortunately seen in a bag like this before. Cautiously, she leans down and picks it up, taking a peek at the inside—her heart drops when she sees what's inside.

"You've got to be kidding me. Chinese food?"

"Did someone say Chinese food?"

The girl blows a piece of hair out of her face with a sigh as she turns to Seokjin, who is eyeing the bag hopefully as he strolls into the foyer of the abandoned house. "Seriously, Jin?"

"Uh, duh. It's Chinese food. Of course I'm serious—what'd you order?" He asks, trying to peek into the bag. The girl rolls her eyes and shoves it a little too forcefully into his chest, and he winces. "Damn, Iseul. What's your deal? How can you be pissed off about something as glorious as Chinese food?" Jin interrogates, immediately searching the bag. If he'd been anyone else and called her by her real name, she'd have sent a swift kick where the sun doesn't shine before he could even think about apologizing. But Jin gets away with most things others would suffer consequences for, considering he has been by her side the longest.

"Maybe the unconscious delivery boy in the basement." The girl, Iseul, says sarcastically. Jin pauses in opening the box of sesame chicken, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"You knocked out the delivery guy?" Jin questions. "Why the hell would you fight an innocent?" He's more serious now, and Iseul sighs. Jin's like an older brother to her: protective, but also, unafraid to call her out on her bullshit.

"First of all, I found him in the house, and when I confronted him, he passed out. Out like a light." She explains herself. "Second of all, I didn't know he was an innocent."

"Well how'd you confront him?" Jin counters, and Iseul cringes a bit, biting the inside of her cheek as she thinks about what to say.

"Okay, maybe I was a little aggressive—"

"You pulled a gun on this poor guy? Shit, Iseul, that's a new low." Seokjin exclaims, shaking his head at her as he tries once more to situate his Chinese food.

"Listen, maybe it's for the best. He might not be dangerous, but the one who sent him could be. Or maybe he is, and he's just really good at being undercover." Iseul suggests, and Seokjin scoffs.

"Or maybe he's just an innocent civilian passed out in our basement with a faint or flight reaction instead of a fight or flight reaction." Seokjin deadpans, popping a piece of chicken into his mouth and giving her a look.

"Whatever. I'll go let Namjoon and the others know about the interrogation."

"You're having Namjoon interrogate him?" Seokjin's eyes nearly pop out of his head for the millionth time. Namjoon is one of the best interrogators any of them have ever seen—manipulative and articulate, intimidating, but not with violence. Rather, so clearly intelligent that he can interrogate without the threat of the severing of limbs or the harm of loved ones. He gets inside the person's head and figures out their motive from the inside out, and considering the underwhelming reaction the delivery boy had to a gun being pointed at his head, Namjoon's process might be too much. "Are you trying to traumatize the man?"

"No, I'm just being thorough. Trust me on this." Iseul assures him, leaving the room to go find the other members. Seokjin sighs, popping another piece of chicken into his mouth.

"I always do."

this is short but next chapter is the interrogation...

buckle up y'all