{mission commencement}
Placing a hand against the large front gate of the mansion, Jungkook pushed it open, the metal slightly screeching as he did so. Sliding his hands into the pockets of his black oversized hoodie, Jungkook strolled in through the entrance garden, relaxing to the sounds of the rippling water of the fountain in the centre.
He had always found the night to be a comforting presence. Especially now since he was just out of the city whose bright lights were still visible on the horizon, more stars now visible from Bangtan's mansion.
He made his way down the stone path, eyes trailing up to see that despite it being so late that the lights of the mansion had come to life, a warm glow in the darkness of the night. Well... Jungkook wasn't quite sure whether or not to refer to it as night, more so just absurdly early in the morning. It had been one week since his meeting with the group, and this was the first time he had been called in by the boss.
With the crisp air blowing against his face, Jungkook began to feel all the more awake, especially due to the early morning chirps of the birds awaking in the surrounding bushland that hid the mansion away.
Face shrivelling up, Jungkook let out a scoff, "What the fuck are birds so excited about at 5 am?" he muttered under his breath, finally reaching the front porch of the mansion and stepping up to the front door.
Raising a fist, Jungkook gave a small knock against the wooden door, stepping back and slipping his hand back into his pocket as he awaited one of the members. After a week of knowing them, Jungkook still hadn't received his own key to the mansion, Namjoon claiming that some of the members were still wary about his connections to the Jeons. Honestly, Jungkook couldn't blame them, the Jeons were a horrid group to mess with... Bangtan was obviously just keeping their guard up as they should.
At the sound of the door handle beginning to twist, Jungkook snapped out of his trance, watching as a dishevelled raven haired male swung open the door. "Oh shit, Jungkook hey-"
Jungkook found himself biting down on the inside of his cheek to suppress any laughter from escaping.
Standing in front of him was a messy haired Hoseok, the male wearing a button up shirt that was only halfway done, long, slender fingers working feverishly at the buttons as he gave a rushed greeting. "Sorry- just give us a minute to get ready." he explained, voice still husky with sleep as he moved out of the doorway, allowing for Jungkook to trod on inside.
As if on cue, footsteps pattered in the tiled floors and a barefoot Jimin came sliding around the corner from the bathroom. He had on dark skinny jeans and a loosely fitted white shirt, a toothbrush shoved in his mouth as white toothpaste stained his lips. His eyes were quick to grow wide at Jungkook's tidy appearance.
Jimin was quick to lock eyes with the brunette, "How the freak is he already ready!?" Jimin called from his position, words muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth as he stumbled back into the bathroom.
Jungkook chuckled lowly, "Years of practice." he uttered, but of course Jimin didn't hear his reply.
He watched from the foyer of the mansion as Hoseok trot quickly back down the grand staircase, hair neatly done and shirt finally buttoned as he reached the younger male's side. He plastered a genuine smile across his face, "Sorry about that... lets quickly meet with the others."
"Where are they?"
"The kitchen." Hoseok spoke, cocking a head in the direction of the room as he began to stroll across the foyer, Jungkook following closely behind.
As the pair rounded the corner into the professionally designed kitchen, Jungkook's eyes were quick to find their way to a familiar blue haired male. Jungkook couldn't help but snort at the sight of Kim Taehyung sitting atop the granite counter of the kitchen bench, one leg crossed over the other as he took a massive bite of a strawberry doughnut, humming in delight at the sweetness overload.
Unlike the other members in the mansion, Taehyung's clothing choice stood out like a sore thumb, the male practically a walking target in his artistic clothing and bright red sunglasses rested on his head, slightly pushing back his deeply dyed blue hair.
Taehyung leant back on his hand as he eyed both Jungkook and Hoseok entering the room, watching as Jungkook's eyes fell to his pink glazed doughnut. He rose a brow, taking another large bite of his doughnut, "You're cute and all, but I'm not sharing my doughnut." he muttered, words muffled by the food still in his mouth.
Hoseok rolled his eyes, placing his hands against his hips, "Taehyung I thought you were on a diet?"
Taehyung rose a brow as he gave a knowing smirk, "Well did you know that the centre of a doughnut is 100% fat free?" he ripped his teeth into the doughnut, tearing another bite away, "Diet hacks people, I swear they work."
"Gosh no wonder you can't get abs." Hoseok sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in disapproval.
"Excuse me but I like my flat and ab-less stomach." he frowned, pursing his lips as he finished off his sweet treat. Licking at his glaze covered fingers, Taehyung's gaze travelled up to meet with Jungkook's, a smile working its way across his face, "Speaking of abs, how's the tattoo going?"
Jungkook couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at Taehyung's choice of words, "Healing is a pain in the ass, but the design is perfect." he complimented, a genuine look of appreciation spreading over Jungkook's face as he placed a hand gently against the side of his torso, the large tattoo design hidden by the fabric of his hoodie.
Taehyung grinned, "I'm glad."
Interrupting the conversation, a new male strolled confidently into the room, a stack of freshly printed documents held against his chest as he shook his raven hair from his eyes. Unlike the others he was dressed formally in a suit and tie, golden cufflinks pinning his shirt. Jungkook knew for a fact who this was. Despite this man being a member of Bangtan, he hadn't seen him once over the course of the week.
The male's eyes were quick to connect with Jungkook's, "Oh, we haven't met yet." he stated, balancing his documents in one arm whilst he held out his hand with a smile, "I'm Kim Seokjin. Surface level affairs." he introduced, pausing before he continued, "all the locations are closed on Sundays though, so yay for me." he chuckled, feeling Jungkook's hand clasp around his own as they shook hands.
As if Jin had started a domino affect, Jimin was next to enter the kitchen, eyes glued to the screen of his phone as he pulled at his ruffled orange hair, "God I hate men." he deadpanned, muttering curses under his breath as he trudged into the kitchen, taking a seat at the bench. His eyes remained glued to the screen until a small 'ding' sounded from the phone, the male biting down against his lower lip with a giddy smile, "Never mind... he just text me back, false alarm."
As if on cue, Yoongi entered the room, "He texted you back at 5am?"
"He must really like me."
"That's what they all say." Yoongi spoke flatly, slipping into the chair beside Jimin as he leant his head against the palm of his hand.
The room was quick to fall dead silent at the sound of footsteps approaching, echoing throughout the mansion. All heads turned when Namjoon entered through the doorway, silver hair not slicked back as usual, but resting naturally over his forehead.
Jungkook and Hoseok were quick to find a seat beside both Jimin and Yoongi, Taehyung still seated comfortably against the cold granite countertop. Namjoon made his way to the other side of the counter, facing the group as he placed his hands firmly against the bench, Seokjin tentatively joining his side.
"As you are all painfully aware, something has come up as of this morning." Namjoon announced, gaining the focus of his now stern members. "This is something that could wait until morning, but it's best if we act now." Namjoon's eyes diverted to the hacker, "Hoseok?"
Placing his hands together against the kitchen bench, Hoseok began to speak, "I was monitoring some of the city streets this morning, mostly around the tattoo parlour." he began to explain, sliding his hand into the pocket of his jeans as he slipped out his phone. He pressed against the screen a couple of times, surveillance footage surfacing for all the members to see, "There was a gathering of three men in the alleyway around the corner, at first it doesn't look suspicious until..." he pinched his fingers against the screen, zooming in on the three huddled figures. The image was pixilated at first, but after a second or two, it cleared into something more visible, "They're carrying guns, exchanging documents by the looks of things."
Jungkook couldn't help but stare longer then the others, brows knitted together as he examined the male's blurred appearance. There was something about him, something about one of the three men that sparked a sense of familiarity. Jungkook couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat as his nerves jumped on him again. He knew for a fact that his ex-gang was here in the city of Seoul, searching for him of course. Things could get dangerous, but Jungkook swore himself to secrecy unless the situation escalated. His father had plenty of opportunities to get to him within the past week... so he obviously wasn't being pursued just yet.
Tuning back into the conversation, Jungkook watched as Seokjin frowned, "It's just documents... we usually let things like this slide?"
Hoseok let out a sigh, "I know we do, but it's business right outside our store, they may not know it, but they're on our territory."
Namjoon nod in agreement, "Which is why I want you to move out and find them, locate their gang." he announced, removing his hands from the bench as he crossed them over his chest, "Seokjin and Jimin, you man the store." he instructed before turning his gaze to the hacker, "Hoseok, I want you here on security, keep tracking the male's location."
Hoseok gave a chuckle, "I knew you'd say that."
Namjoon gave a soft smile before turning to his right hand man, "Yoongi, I want you-"
"On the rooftops, yeah I know."
Jungkook couldn't help but find the exchange of words between the leader and his gang amusing, foreign almost. Out of all of the times his father had called on him abruptly for a task, he was never allowed to talk back or question his motives, simply go out and kill like a trained bloodthirsty dog.
As Jungkook's gaze began to drift, Namjoon cleared his throat, pulling him back into reality,
"Jungkook, you roam the streets with Taehyung."
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{Author Note}
Let the story commence!