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It wasn’t often that Jungkook found himself in a life-or-death situation. Well, it was, but it wasn’t often that Jungkook found himself in a life-or-death situation when he didn’t have a) his team of super spies with him, or b) no bloody idea how to get out. Usually, he didn’t let bad situations get this far.
You see, Jeon Jungkook was a spy, and had been since the age of 14. He’d been given to the agency by his father, who was also a spy, and trained until the age of 16, when he went on his first mission. Normally people would train for longer than this, but because Jungkook’s father was one of the best spies in the agency, he had taken it upon himself to make sure he abused his privileges and got Jungkook some training before he joined the academy. Technically it wasn’t allowed, but he was good friends with the head of the organisation, so he got away with it. That meant that Jungkook had been training pretty much as soon as he mastered walking and talking. His father felt strongly about his son being the best spy of his generation.
Fast forward a few years after his first mission at 16 (which he excelled in, unsurprisingly), Jeon Jungkook was one of the best agents in the field, along with his team of trained super-spies, Hoseok (codename J-hope), Yoongi (Suga), Taehyung (V), Namjoon (RM) and Seokjin (Jin). They did all their missions together, either as a group or in pairs, and rarely had any complaints from employers (apart from a couple; Taehyung getting lost and going to the wrong location and Yoongi sleeping through one of the terrorist attacks, minor details minor details). Honestly, most of the time the jobs were just fun. Jungkook got to mess around with his friends whilst punching dickheads in the face and getting paid a fuckload of money for it, what was not to love?
Well, at the moment, he’d say the fact that his life expectancy had dropped dramatically and he had about 35 minutes left unless his useless friends hurried their asses to his luxury penthouse suite to help him.
It had started out as a normal break day - he’d woken up next to his amazing boyfriend, Park Jimin, and tried his best to convince Jimin to stay in bed with him, but was fought off with the explanation ‘I have a job to get to!’
After that, he laid in bed for a while, watching Jimin(’s ass) as he got ready for the day, and then kissed him goodbye before he left.
Jungkook then scrolled his phone for about an hour, replying to some messages and hoping that they made sense (his brain was always a bit slow after he woke) before he finally dragged himself out of bed and trudged into the kitchen to eat some cereal, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants.
All was well and good at this point - he had some cereal, the memory of his boyfriend’s ass was printed firmly in his brain, he was having his first day off in months, what could possibly go wrong?
Well, he found out about four hours later, when the door to his apartment flung open in the middle of an episode of some trashy TV show he’d been watching for the past two hours.
“Jiminie?” Jungkook called, turning around with a frown. Jimin shouldn’t have been home yet - it was only 13:10pm, the school Jimin worked at didn’t finish their day until 15:30pm. Even then, Jimin sometimes came home late - he explained that he sometimes stayed behind to help the cleaner clear up his classroom, feeling bad that they had to deal with the glitter and sequins thrown everywhere in gay abandon (he worked with kids aged 4-5).
After getting no reply, Jungkook stood up and padded out of the lounge towards the front door, instantly ducking and cradling his head as a gunshot was fired.
“WOAH JESUS FUCKING HELL!” He shouted, bringing his head back up to see who the hell had just fired a gun at him in his own apartment. “Why did you do that?” He asked, bunny eyes widening at the person standing at his door, who was dressed in all black and wearing a mask that depicted an evil grin.
“Well, because… because I’m trying to kill you, probably.” The man replied, scratching the back of his neck. “Speaking of,” The man raised the gun again and Jungkook leaped forwards, pushing his arm up and directing the gun at the roof just in time to avoid a bullet. He grabbed the man’s arm with his other hand and smashed it into the wall, making the man lose control of his fingers and drop the gun, which clattered loudly to the floor. Jungkook let go of his arm with his right hand and placed it on the man’s throat, but froze when he felt something against his waist. “Try and strangle me, and you’ll get a bullet in you,” the man hissed, glad he had brought a second gun.
“Okay. Okay. I’m not going to strangle you.” Jungkook loosened his grip slightly but kept his hand there, not wanting to give up his power completely. “Who are you?”
“Wow Jeon Jungkook, I thought that would have been obvious by now,” the man said, sounding slightly smug “can you not tell from my voice?”
Jungkook frowned and removed his hand from the man’s neck, grasping the bottom of the mask and slipping it off his head. And there was revealed to him the face of The Killer King. Oh, he hadn’t murdered anybody, but that was the end goal… if only damn Jeon Jungkook would stop showing up to wreck his plans.
The first time The Killer King had planned to kill, it had been a man named Jung Daesun. He’d saved up to buy a gun off this dodgy guy he met in an alley one night, and then stalked Daesun through town, knowing he would eventually pass through the park on his way home. Serves him right, The Killer King had thought he shouldn’t have taken the last Ham and Cheese sandwich from the sandwich lady. Petty, but The Killer King didn’t care. Daesun would feel his wrath, and know never think to steal sandwiches ever again! However… before he could unleash his wrath, bloody Jeon Jungkook had appeared out of nowhere and tackled him, easily bending his arm behind his back and taking away his gun. The Killer King was still shocked he’d managed to escape the special agent on that day, not that he’d ever admit to it.
The second time The Killer King planned to kill, it was his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend, Barry. Fucking Barry. He’d stolen her and laughed in his face. Well, he’d get them back, for sure!!!!!!
Unless Jeon Jungkook showed up, kicked him in the balls and took away his second gun. Which he did. The only reason The Killer King wasn’t taken captive was because, and he quotes ‘I have more important things to do, and it’s easy to take guns off of you’. He had proceeded to help point Jeon in the direction of the man he was originally perusing, who he had passed before entering the park. It was the least he could do.
The third time The Killer King planned to kill, he got the flu and accidentally shot his toes. That’s why he only has two left on his right foot.
The fourth time, The Killer King had ditched the gun idea (mainly because he’d shot himself in the foot, not because he didn’t actually have enough money to buy another one. Nope). This time, he had a hacksaw, mainly because it’s the first thing he grabbed when he went into the DIY shop with the intention of stealing a weapon. He was caught by the security guard and ended up paying for it before leaving.
When he was going after his target, bloody Jeon Jungkook had shown up and well, an hour later he was in hospital with a hacksaw lodged in his bicep.
There were many other incedents, which The Killer King didn’t care to remember… manly because they hurt his pride, but the most recent one had driven him to insanity.
He’d been tailing a short, blonde guy down the street. It was nighttime and the guy was drunk - he got out of a cab with his friend and the friend had gone into the apartment building the cab stopped outside of, whilst the blonde set off down the street. In the mood for some midnight murder, The Killer King had followed the blonde, a cocky grin on his face. He’d been practicing neck-snapping on mannequins, and he thought he had mastered the technique, but he wouldn’t know for sure until he tried it, and this blonde seemed like the perfect target.
Stalking the blonde, he was lead to a fancy apartment building, one of those ones that rich people live inside with top security and big, scary men guarding the doors. When The Killer King noticed the shorter man was intending to enter the building, he quickened his pace and reached out- only to be yanked backwards and away from the building. He had protested, and fought bravely (he’d screamed about free will and kicked his legs around like a child), until he was thrown against a wall and blocked from moving by none other than Jeon Jungkook. “If you ever, ever come within thirty feet of my boyfriend again, I am going to make you wish you never existed.”
“Why don’t you just detain me, then?” The Killer King had asked in curiosity - Jeon Jungkook had caught him many times, and never bothered to arrest him.
“Because it’s a game I like to play - how many times can I catch that useless man in the act before he actually gets close to succeeding?” Jeon Jungkook smirked cockily “You’re not dangerous, you’re an amateur. The day you manage to kill somebody is the day I’m paralysed from the neck down. Even then, the person you’d probably end up killing is yourself. You’d forget to clean your gun or something and it’d explode in your face.” Jungkook backed away from the man and started to walk off, but stopped when the man called.
“I’ll get you! Mark my words… can I have your name please? I want to threaten you, and it doesn’t sound very effective if I don’t know your name.”
“Jeon Jungkook, since you asked so nicely.”
“Thank you. I’ll get you! Mark my words, Jeon Jungkook, I’ll get you!”
“That was nice. See you around,” Jungkook said, waving over his shoulder as if he was saying goodbye to a work colleague (not that The Killer King would ever be talented enough with a gun to work for a top government agency. Thinking of guns, he made a mental note to clean his).
That night, The Killer King stormed home, memories of all his failures in his head. He crashed into his apartment and went straight to his study, slumping into his desk chair. He needed a new plan. He needed to show Jeon Jungkook that he should have detained him sooner. He was going to attempt another murder and this time, this time, it was going to be different. This time, The Killer King had a plan, and boy was it a good plan. Observe:
Step 1 - Find out which specific apartment Jungkook lived in
Step 2 - Work out a clever way to kill Jeon Jungkook’s boyfriend
Step 3 - Work out when Jungkook wasn’t home
Step 4 - Break into his apartment and put his plan into motion
Step 5 - When he successfully had Jeon Jungkook’s boyfriend close to death, set up a camera
Step 6 - Get the hell out of there
Step 7 - Make popcorn
Step 8 - Watch the live feed as Jungkook came home to witness his boyfriend’s death
Obviously, such a detailed plan could never go wrong! Mostly because of the help of his new friend, a sinful man he had met down the pub, who had helped him locate Jungkook’s apartment and given him a way to bin off Jungkook’s boyfriend. He had paid a good amount of money for a death device the criminal could only sing praises for. He hoped it would be good enough to do the job… Especially now he’d broken into Jungkook’s apartment to find Jungkook himself, instead of Jimin.
“I had planned to find Jimin, but I suppose you’ll do for my first murder.” The Killer King shrugged and grinned at Jungkook, whose eye twitched when he mentioned Jimin. That didn’t go unnoticed.
“Just put the gun down. We can talk about this, negotiate-”
“There’s no getting away from my wrath this time, Jeon Jungkook!” The Killer King screamed, slamming the butt of his gun into Jungkook’s forehead and knocking him out, cold. Jungkook fell to the floor and The Killer King squealed giddily at his success, picking up the spy’s legs and dragging him through the apartment until he came across the bedroom. “Aha! Perfect place for your boyfriend to find you, except this time you won’t be tied up for pleasure!”
He hummed a tune as he dropped Jungkook’s unconscious body, got a chair from the dining table and plopped the spy into it before tying him up. The tune started as ‘We are the Champions’, then changed to ‘Hollaback Girl’, then ‘The Real Slim Shady’ until finally it ended on ‘If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands’. He had to stop at that point because he felt obliged to clap his hands each time the song demanded it, and it was taking too long to deal with Jungkook.
Eventually, the spy was tied up and The Killer King took out his death device. It was a collar of sorts, with a little machine on the side. He reached into the little rectangle in the machine, thanking the lord that he had small hands, before activating it and then buckling it around Jungkook’s neck. Oh, how pretty Jungkook looked with a collar.
“Okay, Jeon Jungkook! At the end of the timer- oh. I knocked him out. Ah. Well… Hmmm. He needs to be awake for the countdown…”
This continued for a few minutes, before he was effectively able to wake Jungkook up with a harsh slap and a scream of ‘Jimin’s banning you from sex for three months!’
“Finally! Now you’re awake, you shall listen to your fate!”
“Oh, you’re still here,” Jungkook sighed “I was hoping you would have accidentally managed to set off one of my emergency booby traps and been blasted to smithereens. Tragic, really.”
“There’s emergency booby traps?!” The Killer King screeched, before coughing and composing himself when Jungkook started to smirk. “Anyway! Listen to me, because I’m about to tell you my amazing clever plan! The machine I have attached to your neck will be activated at the end of a timer. Once this happens, it will push a needle into your neck and inject you… with the venom of a BLACK MAMBA SNAKE, effectively making you suffer and die!” The Killer King cried victoriously, throwing his arms into the air as if pyrotechnic explosions would go off on cue.
“…Am I supposed to let out an ‘ooo’ at this point, as the audience, or?”
“Well, one would be appreciated I guess,” The Killer King mumbled, pressing the tips of his index fingers together awkwardly.
“Ooooooo~!”
“Thank you. I almost regret your fate. Almost. But this, this is finally going to be my debut as The Killer King! It’s been a long, long time coming and you have the privilege of being my first kill! Anyway, this is ttfn Jungkook - that’s tata for now! I’ll see you in hell.” The Killer King blew him a kiss and then departed, from the room, a smug smile on his face…. until he quickly popped his head back around the door. “Oh, I almost forgot! Don’t even try to undo the collar, or cut it off - if you do, the venom will be injected instantly! That’s all. NOW it’s ttfn Jungkook, I’ll see you in-”
“Hell, I know,” Jungkook finished, rolling his eyes. The Killer King narrowed his own and poked his fingers towards them, and then at Jungkook, as if to say ‘I’ll be watching you’, before he finally left the apartment.
Jungkook rolled his eyes again. He was sure that if he rolled them anymore then they’d roll right out of his skull… but he couldn’t help it; what an inconvenience this situation was. Reaching into his pocket with his free hand (which The Killer King had forgotten to restrain), Jungkook tapped on one of his contacts and raised it to his ear.
“Hey, Jin? It’s Kookaburra. I’m gonna need some backup…”
“Let me get this straight,” Suga, who was pacing around Jungkook in circles, said, holding a hand to his forehead as he turned Jungkook’s explanation of the situation over in his mind “You let the pathetic guy you’ve been laughing at for months strap a death trap to your neck without doing anything to stop him?”
“I was unconscious!”
“You let the pathetic guy you’ve been laughing at for months render you unconscious? Aish, and they say you’re the top agent of our generation. You fucked up Kookaburra, deal with it,” RM sighed, standing up from his spot on Jungkook’s bed and walking towards the door. Jeez he was in a bad mood today.
“No, wait! Guys, please, I really really need your help. Pretty please? My life in on the line here!”
“Oooo~ Suga, want to go and try out the new ice cream flavours at Brain Freeze?” V questioned, walking after Suga as he followed RM to the door.
“Guys, please,”
“Sounds good V. You in, RM?”
“Yeah, if you two don’t mind me imposing on your date. Jin? J-hope?”
“Yeah, of course! It’s food!”
“Might as well, I’m not paying though-”
“I’LL GET YOU ALL A PAY RISE!”
“Kookie! However are we going to get you out of there!” V whined in desperation, rushing back to his fellow spy and clutching onto his arm. Amazing the amount of attention he was getting from his team after offering them more money.
“Don’t worry Kook, we’ll get you out,” Jin stated, smiling reassuringly and patting the youngest man on the head.
“Yeah! Just have some hope! Get it, ‘cuz I’m J-hope,”
“Yes, we got it. Unfortunately,” Suga grumbled, eyeing the little machine at Jungkook’s neck. “I have to say Kook, I honestly have no idea how to turn this thing off. It looks like there’s a switch, but my fingers are way too big to even try and turn it off without electrocuting myself.”
“What do you mean?” Jungkook asked, frowning.
“Whoever made this has made it so that you will get shocked by the electricity in this thing if you touch anywhere around the switch,” RM answered, also peering at the little box. “So, any volunteers?”
“Why doesn’t Kookie do it? He’s the one who didn’t detain the psycho for his own ego inflation,” V said, shrugging as he pulled Suga back to get a look at the box.
“Are you kidding me? I can’t see anything! I’ll definitely get shocked!”
“Maybe it’ll teach you not to get into situations like this,” Said Jin, still petting Jungkook’s soft hair like a mother would her child.
“This is my job. And can we hurry up a bit please? I don’t want Jimin to come home and see this - he still thinks I work as a banker!” Jungkook whined to his teammates, who sighed and started to look around for something to prod the switch with.
“Jungkook, I’m not going to find a dildo or something equally disturbing if I open your bedside drawer, right?” V.
“Why don’t you just prod it… with your own finger. A shock is better than snake venom.” Rm.
“Don’t suppose you and Jimin are kinky enough to own a whip, are you?” J-hope.
Jungkook was starting to wish he’d detained The Killer King right back at the start - Goddamnit, why did he have to be such a stereotypical man and do things for the sake of inflating his ego?
“Aha! A pen, this should work nicely!” V cheered “I’m so glad I didn’t find something else in that drawer.” V approached Jungkook and knelt down beside him to get a better view of the little machine. “Okay, hold still.”
The four other members of the spy team watched with bated breath as V moved the pen slowly towards the machine, carefully sliding it into the hole and pushing it towards the switch-
“OW! BLOODY OW FUCKING- OW, OW OW OW, SHIT THAT HURT! FUCKING- OW!” V jumped backwards and was caught by Suga, who cuddled the boy into him and glared at the little machine on Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook would have made fun of him, but he had squared up to a bell in Jimin’s defense before, so he decided not to comment.
“Okay, nobody is allowed to make V try and turn the switch off. One of you selfish fuckers do it yourself,” Suga growled, cradling V’s head to his chest (V had to bend down because he was taller than Suga, but he was not complaining - he loved the attention from his boyfriend).
“You realise by calling us selfish fuckers, you’re being a hypocrite?” RM questioned Suga, who glared in response.
“Shut up RM, just because your IQ is-”
“Hey, I think the timer broke. Before it said you had 27 minutes to live, now it’s gone down to 13…”
“Thirteen minutes?!” Jungkook cried, almost choking on his own spit at the words Jin had said. “Are you freaking kidding me?! This isn’t good, I’m going to die, I’m going to die and then who is going to protect Jimin from-”
“Who’s going to protect Jimin from what?” All six spies jumped at the sound of a new voice in the room, and turned to the door to see Jungkook’s one and only, Park Jimin, standing with his arms crossed in an unimpressed way. He took sight of his boyfriend tied to a chair with some sort of collar around his neck, and raised an eyebrow. “Is this some sort of new kink I wasn’t aware we were trying?” This time, Jungkook actually did choke on his spit.
There was silence for a while as Jungkook spluttered for oxygen and Jin awkwardly patted his back, all six spies feeling the pressure of Jimin’s glare. He could be scarier than any villain they’d ever have to face, if he wanted to be. He was secretly terrifying. You did not want to be on the wrong side of Park Jimin.
“J-Jimin! We can explain! So, haha, it’s funny really, basically, what happened is-”
“Oh cut the bullshit Jin,” Jimin snapped, stepping towards his boyfriend to untie him from the chair, a task Jungkook’s team had completely failed to acknowledge. “I’ve been dealing with brats all day, I’m not in the mood to be lied to. Now, who did Jungkook piss off to get into this situation?”
“The Killer King…” V mumbled, looking down.
“V! Don’t tell him that! He doesn’t-” J-hope hissed.
“Doesn’t what? Know that whilst my boyfriend says he goes to work as a banker every day, he’s actually an international super spy?” Silence. The six spies stared at Jimin, absolutely flabbergasted. How the ever-loving-hell had he known that? “Oh come on, it’s not that difficult to work out. For starters, I once took lunch to the bank you apparently work at and got told that you didn’t actually work there, then I stumbled upon your secret cubby-hole full of lethal weapons - which, by the way, is pretty easy to find - and then there was the time you fell asleep with your identification badge still around your neck. I work with little children, Jungkookie- sorry, Kookaburra, I think I know when somebody is lying to me.” And all the best team of spies in one of the government’s top agencies could do was stare at Jimin with wide eyes and open mouths. Even RM, who had one of the highest IQs in the whole agency, was completely taken aback. They had all considered Jimin rather innocent and… Naive. They’d never once considered the possibility that he would be smart enough to work out what they were keeping from him. “Now, who wants to be the one to explain to me why my boyfriend has some weird bomb looking thing strapped to his neck?” Jimin asked. Suddenly, they had all become mute. “Huh,” Jimin huffed, feeling powerful as the five men on their feet stepped backwards.
“Jimin,” Jungkook said “be careful. I don’t want you to get a shock-” Jimin cut Jungkook off by brushing his thumb over his lips gently.
“And if I don’t get this thing off in less than 10 minutes, you’re going to die. Is that correct?” Nobody spoke, confirming what Jimin had suspected. “Right. So, come on, how am I going to help your precious teammate? You’re the spies. Do your jobs, tell me how to save him.” Jimin had several responses at once, none of which pleased him:
“We could just kill him here and now, put him out of his misery“ - RM.
“Cut it off and just hope The Killer King was bluffing about the instant injection,” - Jin.
“Leave him there, maybe it’ll just conveniently not work,” - V
“We could try and squeeze it over his head. His ego might get in the way, but it’s worth a shot… “ - J-Hope.
“Set it off early and get this situation over and done with, I want to go to bed.” - Suga.
“THOSE ARE ALL VERY BAD IDEAS, DO NOT TRY ANY OF THOSE,” Jungkook cried in a panic, leaning away from his cruel friends and into Jimin’s stomach. Jimin’s hands came down and started to stroke Jungkook’s hair in an attempt to calm him down, but he quickly winced and brought his hands away when he felt sweat.
“Gross,” Jimin wiped his hands on Jungkook’s top, before kneeling next to his boyfriend to inspect the machine. “Ah, there’s a switch. I’ll just press it-”
“NO!” Jungkook shouted as Jimin reached towards the switch, index finger extended. “You’ll get shocked!”
“But will he?” Jin piped up, frowning “his hands are tiny, he could easily press it without touching the sides.”
“True. His hands look like they belong on a tiny child,” Suga added, and the five spies all leaned back from inspecting Jimin’s hands when he turned around with an angry glare. If the situation didn’t involve possible death, Jungkook would have found it funny that the ‘misbehaving glare’ Jimin used on the little kids at his school managed to get his six teammates under wraps.
“I’m going to do it. Possibly getting shocked is better than the alternatives,” Jimin glanced back to the spies again, before turning his full attention towards the switch. “Here we go.” He reached his index finger back up to the machine and close to the hole, trying his best not to shake.
“It’s like watching a game of operation, but I doubt Jimin’s nose would light up red if he touched the sides,” V whispered to Suga, getting shushed by the other three spies and earning a glare off of Jimin. V shrugged and shut up, allowing Jimin to turn his attention back to the machine and push his finger upwards.
“Oh my God Jimin be careful, you could-”
“jeON JUNGKOOK I SWEAR TO GOD!” Jimin exclaimed, pulling his finger away “all you’re doing is making me more stressed and I’m more likely to mess up if I’m stressed! Shut up.” Jungkook followed his order, but took hold of Jimin’s left hand as his right one reached up to the switch again. The spies all took this as their queue to hold their breath.
The room was silent, focused completely on Jimin’s chubby (but adorable) finger, reaching towards the switch on the machine that was set to kill Jungkook in around 4 minutes. No pressure or anything. He froze in place, feeling his breaths start to go ragged as the weight of the situation fully hit him - one wrong move, one slip up, and he would ensure his boyfriend’s death.
“Jungkook,” Jimin whispered, softly “what if-”
“Jimin, my life is in your hands, and I trust you completely. You’re not going to mess up, because you can do this. I believe in you, baby. Just believe in yourself,” Jungkook whispered, looking up into Jimin’s eyes which were staring intensely at the little machine. He squeezed Jimin’s free hand a couple of times and his boyfriend took a small breath, before finally moving his finger up into the machine and pressing against the switch.
Click!
Jungkook’s body fell to the floor, spasms wracking him, making him shake violently as saliva pooled from the side of his mouth and his eyes rolled up into his head.
“KOOKIE!” Jimin cried, throwing himself next to his boyfriend and pulling him onto his lap, “What’s happening? How can I help you? Kookie?! What do I do?! TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” This last question was directed at the spies, who all rushed to his side as well, babbling different suggestions and panicking, completely forgetting all of their training in a second. They were joking about letting the collar hurt Jungkook, and now that it had they had all been sent into a frenzy of panic and regret, much like Jungkook’s frenzy of spasms. Jungkook’s five teammates all spluttered out apologies and cries of ‘we were just joking!’, tears coming to their eyes as the idea of his death loomed over them. Just as they were all about to have fits of their own, Jungkook’s body stopped moving and lay completely still against the bedroom floor.
“Is he-”
“Kookie?! Kookie, answer me!” Jimin cried with a strained voice, slapping his boyfriend lightly on his cheeks to get a response. Nothing. “Kookie! Please, don’t do this! Wake up! Wake up, you useless idiot! You promised me you wouldn’t leave me alone! Kookie!”
But there was no response. Jeon Jungkook lay completely still. Completely dead.
“What do you have to say for yourselves?!” Jimin exploded, looking around angrily at the other spies who all bowed their heads in shame. “Call yourselves spies? What sort of shitty spies let their teammate die under their protection?! You should have assessed the situation properly, you should have stopped squawking like seagulls and done something to help! You should have, you should have- WHO THE HELL IS LAUGHING RIGHT NOW?!” Everyone looked up in confusion, catching eyes with each other as they frowned. Who had laughed? Jungkook was lying dead, and one of them had the fucking nerve to just sit there and… and laugh?!
“Oh my, that was precious.” Jimin gasped at the voice and looked down to the head lying in his lap, Jungkook’s eyes gazing lovingly back up at his own. “You tell them, Mochi. What shitty teammates they were, suggesting that they just leave me in the shitty collar. Well, they’ll be thinking twice before doing that again.”
“You- You- You-” Jimin stammered, staring at his boyfriend in complete awe and disbelief. “You’re okay? You didn’t get injected?”
“No baby. I’m completely fine,” Jungkook said, smiling softly at Jimin who returned it slightly, before his face fell into an angry glare. “Then what the HELL WERE YOU THINKING JEON JUNGKOOK?! YOU CAN’T JUST- JUST- JUST JOKE ABOUT BEING DEAD! DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARED I WAS JUST THEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT FELT LIKE?! I FUCKING-” Jimin bit his lip to stop sobs from tumbling out and bent down to bury his face in Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook was slightly shocked, but reached up a hand and started to play with his boyfriend’s hair.
“I’m sorry Mochi, I- I just wanted to get the guys back and- I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
“No, you weren’t,” Jimin mumbled, brinigng his head back up and glaring at the other spies, who were all still in shock from the situation. “And you lot, you’re lucky I’m not locking you in the cupboard with that stupid KKK guy!”
“What KKK guy?” V asked, frowning at Jimin along with the other spies. Jungkook sat up and rested with his back against the bed so he could pull Jimin onto his lap. Suddenly in a very affectionate mood (for obvious reasons), Jimin obliged and curled himself into Jungkook’s chest, seeking comfort and warmth.
“Killer Kong or whatever, I don’t know,” Jimin sniffed, wiping one of his eyes with the back of his fist as he got rid of the tears. “He was hanging around the apartment and was writing a kill-list, so I knocked him out and locked him in the cupboard before I came here. Why are you looking at me like that? Was that wrong?” He questioned the five spies he could see, who all looked behind him to his boyfriend.
“It took Jimin one attempt to do what you failed to do over seven times now, something which nearly resulted in your death? Damn, if I didn’t know any better I’d say that Jimin was the spy here, not you,” Suga said, shrugging.
“Jimin, welcome to the team. You’ll be replacing Jungkook-”
“Hey!” Jungkook whined in protest at J-hope, who held up a hand.
“You have nothing to complain about, Jungkook. You got yourself into this situation, not us,” J-hope pointed out.
“Speaking of, now that this situation is over, I have a very important nap to attend to, so I’m buggering off. Let’s go V. See you later guys - try to go easy on him, yeah Jimin? He may be an idiot, but we do kinda need him in our team,” Suga said, standing up and pulling V up after him. The other three spies also got up and followed the couple out of the room.
“We’ll deal with the cupboard situation, I’m sure you two have had enough to deal with for one day,” Jin said quickly, before leaving and shutting the bedroom door behind him. That left only Jimin and Jungkook.
Jimin slapped his boyfriend’s chest, before kissing the place he had hit softly and snuggling closer to him. “You scared me, brat. Never do that again. Please.”
“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to get them back. Thank you for helping me, I knew I could put my life in your hands,” Jungkook smiled down at his boyfriend who looked up and pecked his lips gently.
“You’re so lucky I love you, or I would be seriously considering selling your identity and moving to Hawaii,” Jimin grumbled, snuggling into his boyfriend’s chest. They stayed that way for a while, silent, until Jungkook broke it.
“Jimin?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you manage to take out The Killer King?” He questioned, placing a kiss atop Jimin’s head.
“Well…”
The Killer King was bitter. He was hiding in the supply cupboard just outside the front door to Jungkook’s penthouse suite, which took up the whole of the top floor apart from a cubicle-sized space between his front door and the lift. He had expected to eventually see Jimin come out of said lift and enter the suite, however, the people he saw through the keyhole were not Jimin. In fact, it was a group of men who, The Killer King could only assume, worked with Jungkook, seeing as they grumbled things such as ‘What has he got himself into now?’ and ‘Do we have to help him? I was having a nice nap.’
Not knowing what to do, The Killer King had slumped against the wall and tried to think about the situation. It was no doubt that these reinforcements would get Jungkook out of the collar, thus escaping revenge… and The Killer King needed revenge. But how was he going to get it?
Then it clicked. His original plan had been to apprehend Jimin - and Jimin hadn’t come home yet. As soon as Jungkook’s boyfriend stepped out of that lift, The Killer King would jump out of the supply cupboard and knock him out, then kidnap him and make Jungkook go on a wild goose chase to find him and- the lift binged, signalling that the doors were about to open. The Killer King crouched and looked out of the keyhole again to see who would emerge from the lift - he didn’t want to attack some random delivery man or nun something. To his delight, however, he caught sight of familiar blonde, who looked a lot more sober this time.
Jimin walked to the door of the penthouse and started fiddling with his keys and then fumbling with the lock, and The Killer King took this as his queue to strike.
Three…
Two…
One…
“Aha!” The Killer King jumped out of the supply cupboard to be met with a kick directly to the stomach. He winced and fell backwards onto the ground, eyes catching sight of Jimin whose body was still facing the door but his leg was sticking out to the side, perfectly straight. Jimin brought his leg down, turned his head to the side and caught eyes with The Killer King, a fire burning in his pupils.
“Who the hell are you?” he demanded to know.
“I’m- how did you know I was going to jump out at you?” Jimin raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. “Who am I? Oh, sorry, I’m The Killer King! I fight with your boyfriend a lot. How did you know-”
“I knew you were in the cupboard as soon as I got out of the lift, you’re not exactly the quietest breather. I figured you’d jump out at me because you had to have a reason for waiting in there; I doubt you’d be sitting in there for your own amusement.” Jimin said, sounding almost bored, as if he wasn’t just attacked.
“Oh… well, um, I hate to say this,” The Killer King started, reaching into his waistband and pulling out a gun “but I did have a reason. Was gonna kill you or something, I dunno I hadn’t worked out the details. You know how it is, haha… ha… ha…” Jimin looked thoroughly unimpressed. The Killer King jumped to his feet and went to extend the gun to point it at Jimin, but the blonde quickly kicked it out of his grasp and caught it in his own hand, pointing it towards The Killer King.
“Oh look, how the tables have turned,” Jimin said, no emotion in his face or voice. “Guess I’m gonna have to kill you now. Rip King Kong-”
“Wait! You don’t have to- did you just call me King Kong? -You don’t have to kill me! We can work something out, yeah? A little deal? How about… I don’t tell Jungkook that you’re secretly some crazy ninja freak, and you let me go. Yeah? Deal?”
“Or, how about you don’t tell Jungkook that I’m secretly some ‘crazy ninja freak’ and I put a bullet hole in your head.” Jimin suggested, moving the gun closer to the other man’s skull.
“But you wouldn’t, because we’re friends now! Yeah, buddy? And friends don’t shoot each other… right? Of course not! So please pUT THE GUN DOWN NOW PLEASE OH MY GOD!” The Killer King panicked as Jimin pressed it between his eyes.
“Okay, how about a compromise, friend. You don’t tell Jungkook that I’m secretly a ‘crazy ninja freak’ and I tie you up and send you to jail, kindly refraining from putting a bullet in your head.”
“Well, I would like to avoid jail, if possi- yeah, that sounds like a great idea! Gosh Jimin, I’m so glad I’ve got a friend like you! You’re so generous and- boy, have you been working out? May I just say you’re looking gooooood today-”
“Just shut up and get in the cupboard.”
“Wait… so you tripped over your own feet when you got out of the lift, crashed into him and knocked him into the wall, where he hit his head and got knocked out. Then you saw his gun, figured he was bad so you tied him up?”
“Yes! It was so scary Kookie! But I stayed brave and thought ‘What would Jungkook, my amazing super-spy boyfriend, do?’ and then locked him in the cupboard.”
“Wow baby- you’re so amazing. Well done, I’m so proud of you for being so brave!” Jungkook leaned in and pressed his lips to Jimin’s, happy that his boyfriend had escaped the situation completely unscathed. He then pulled back from the kiss and pulled Jimin into a hug, shutting his eyes as he rocked them slightly.
From over Jungkook’s shoulder, Jimin saw his phone light up, displaying a new message.
From: Unknown.
Agent Park, you have been assigned to go on a training mission with some new recruits this Saturday. Report to the main office, 6am sharp.
“Oh Jungkookie, I totally forgot to tell you - they want me to go on a trip with the kids this Saturday…”