Watchlist (TaeKook)

Chapter 1

"Hyuuuuuuuuuuuuung" I whine through the receiver of the phone. "What am I supposed to do about this class?" Yoongi sighs "stop slacking off and do the goddamned work Kook, the only reason you're this far behind is because you kept cutting class or leaving early so your dumbass can party. You're lucky that your professor was kind enough to give you extra work so you can catch up, don't ruin this chance. Buckle down and do the work, you can't keep calling me or Jin or Joon to help you with your work." I inhale and make my voice sound as sad as possible, channeling all the sadness I can as a softly say "B-but hyung...please, I can't...it's too much."

Sounding like I might cry, I wait expectantly for Yoongi's response. He's silent for a while before sighing. "Not falling for it anymore Kook. You're twenty-two, it's high time you act like it." I whine and go quiet for a while. "What if I ask Hobi hyung?" "Jeon Jungkook, don't make me call your mother and tell her you've been lying about how we'll you've been doing these past four years." Instantly dropping the act I frantically respond. "No no no no!!!! Don't call my mom please don't call my mom!" "Then stop fucking around and go do your work." Without another word Yoongi hands up and i'm left completely alone in my room.

Sighing, I plop down on my bed, glaring at the pile of homework I've been assigned. "I can't... being an adult is hard..." I sigh again before reluctantly grabbing my laptop and my headphones, might as well get started. I turn off my phone, plug my my headphones into my laptop, and get to work. Five research papers... i'll be here all night and all of tomorrow. Shaking my head clear of any more negativity and reluctance I start doing research for one of my papers, thinking only of the information so that I can retain more of it. Research then write, research then write. That's how my night will go.

~X~

"Please, sir, you can't demote me, I told you, i'm sorry! I apologize, i'll take any other punishment but please anything but this!" I stand at my boss's desk, borderline frantic or hysteric. I can't see myself on watchlist duty, not when i'm such a good hacker. My talents would be completely wasted. My boss, who had been patient with me up until this point, simply glares at me, his words calm but his message very clear. "Kim Taehyung, I have been very gentle with you considering your age but hacking into the president's computer is completely unacceptable. As is right now you'll be promoted again once I am sure you can follow orders again. Do not push the topic anymore or I will make you regret it, do you understand?"

I hold back from sighing, simply bowing my head in defeat before responding. "Yes sir, I understand you clearly." Satisfied, my boss nods "Good, now then you're assigned to Jeon Jungkook, I've already emailed you all his details but in case you haven't seen it yet-" "Respectfully, sir, I have indeed read about him, Jeon Jungkook, 22 years old, in college to become a vet, your typical frat boy. Has made multiple remarks about bombing his school, setting the school on fire, and has even once angrily claimed to want to blow up a mall once. He's made numerous searches asking about the death penalty and has also searched on how to make a bomb and how to shop off the deep web. There are no records of him accessing the deep web."

My boss nods slowly, clearly impressed, as always. "Be sure to hack into all his devices, and remember you are to monitor him at all times." I nod "Yes sir." He silently dismisses with a wave of his hand and I turn and leave his office. Sighing I walk out of the institution and over to my silver C class Mercedes Benz. Once inside I loudly groan out of frustration. "Stupid fucking boss, hack into the president's one fucking time and accidentally leave a faint trace and suddenly I can't be trusted. Fucking bullshit." Sighing I lay my head against the steering wheel. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

When I sit up again I look into my rear view mirror, running a hand through my royal purple hair. It's a shimmery mess right now, but I don't care. Putting any lingering feelings to the side I start the car and drive home. The ride isn't that long but its not exactly short either, it could be worse. I don't mind though, I like driving, besides the longer it takes the less i'll have to watch Jeon Jungkook. He better at least be cute, if i'm going to waste my time stalking him through his webcam the least he could do is be cute. I get lost in my thoughts as I drive home, eventually arriving at my house.

It''s a cozy house that a shamelessly brought with the money given to me by the government. It's no surprise that as such a good hacker I get paid alot. Even so I do try to live modestly, but I also live comfortably. It's a one storey house in the suburbs, I have my own front lawn and backyard, even have a huge tree to sit under in the summer. The porch is decorated with two chairs, made of oak, and a nice little table to match. I love the atmosphere, it's quiet and peaceful, with no one around to bother me. Just me, the plants, my cats and my dog. The moment I unlock the front door and enter I can hear Yeontan yipping happily at me and I stop to pet him.

"Hey there boy... i'm home. Have you been good? How are Lily and Sean?" as if on cue I watch as my fluffy little calico, Lily walks over, rubbing up against my legs before sitting and looking me in the eyes. I smile as I stand and enter the house. I check all the bowls and refill them with food and water. I don't need to walk Yeontan, the backyard is fenced off and there's a doggy door that he can enter and exit through as he pleases. There's alot of toys set up back there for him to play with, similarly there's lots of things in the house for the cats. Actually, that reminds me, Sean is probably outside again.

I walk over to the back door and open it, looking across the yard at the tree. Sure enough, perched on a branch is Sean, a cute grey and white cat, i'm not sure what breed he is. Happy to know that all my pets are happy and safe I sit down on my bed and get out my laptop. I turn it on, enter in my password and start up my hacking program and download the needed add on program that i'll use to monitor his webcams. With that download started I stand and walk to the bathroom. Stripping down I get into the shower. I sigh happily as the hot water cascades down my body.

I can feel the stress melt out of my muscles and go down the drain along with the water, it's heavenly. I let the water wash over me, absentmindedly dragging a hand down my chest. It pauses on my stomach. I'm always so surprised whenever I remember my six pack. My fingers gently rub at the lines of my abs, they're a little soft but its fine. Hard abs are difficult to maintain. Besides, I don't want to be muscular like that anyways. Shaking my head I remember that I have a job to do. Reluctantly, I start to wash myself, careful not to get my hair wet since i Just washed it. I make sure to scrub the rest of my body though.

When i'm done I dry off and lazily put on some boxers, there's no real need to be fully dressed in my own house. I grab my laptop again and wake it up before typing my password in again. My download is finished, good. I open my emails and receive the information I need before hacking into his Iphone and his laptop. It's all too easy, as always, and i'm through his weak ass firewalls in a matter of minutes. His phone is currently off so I don't have to monitor that for now, but his laptop is on. I access the webcam and settle into bed getting comfortable.

He seems to be writing a paper, boring. I skim through his previous searches and yep, nothing but research, he must be writing a few papers. Maybe I can take a nap? I think about it as I lazily watch Jungkook. His hair is a pretty shade of honey brown and it makes his brown eyes seem to shine like gems. I sigh "Thank god he's cute at least." I mutter to myself as I stare at this boy who I've decided is pretty. He's pretty and I let myself get lost in his eyes. Brown eyes are usually very boring but his eyes are very pretty. He has a nice nose too and cute lips, it's a shame he's pouting.

I wonder absently if his taste in music is any good and after thinking about it for a few minutes I decide to check out his music. I hack into his computers audio and let it play out through my speakers. It's good music, he has good taste in music I like it. I smile as I listen to his music and watch him study. Nothing terrorist like right now, just the woes of a struggling college student. This should be easy, i'll be back at my old desk in no time.