Chapter Text
(JUNGKOOK POV)
*ding*
*photo*
Male, mid-forties, corporate ties, white hair, colon tattoo on the left wrist
Staff Manager of Vante Cooperation
Involved in Drug Trafficking and Corruption
Location: Chase Hotel, Ballroom
The city looked different at night, from the rooftop. People below walked fast as if they had somewhere important to be, as if it were life or death. Pathetic in a way, so sad in a way the mere thought of not making it home due to an inconvenience.
Jungkook sat at the rooftop glancing at his phone when he heard the door open
“You’re late, you idiot,” he spoke as he pressed the bud of the cigarette on the railing. As Mingyu appeared, swinging a duffel bag that could both us both in prison for life that we never see the sun rise again
"Let loose a bit; relax. No one saw me."
“That is exactly why we move cities. now do you have everything needed?”
He laughed. Unbothered by his best friend’s pissed attitude, he set the bag down as he opened it.
As much as Mingyu is a joker, he is good at his job and the only living person who could stand me. Where I calculated, Mingyu improvised. Where he killed with Precision, I thrived in chaos.
And somehow it worked; we coexisted and depended on other to survive
I crouched, checking the gear inside. Nothing unusual, just blades, wires, zip ties, and a silencer. Even though I find it messy. To anyone else, this would give them a run for the hills, but, meeh, just a random Tuesday.
“So, who’s the target?!” Mingyu asked, swinging from one leg to another, picking his nails
I pulled out my phone and showed him the message from earlier.
“How much for the body bag, or is it a hit and run?”
"1 million each if we do it clean." "Dude, what do you mean Vante Cooperation? no wonder the bounty is high."
“What do you mean, Vante? "Wtf is Vante?" “Seriously you don’t know Vante as in Kim Taehyung, the youngest CEO in his time, hot in the eyes some say he’s untouchable”
“I don’t know or need to know about him. Do we have a problem, Mingyu? I hope not. Now let's go do the job.”
Mingyu kept his voice low, but there was that easy sway to him that made everything feel less of a crime and more like a late-night drive-thru. He strode into the reception asking for direction to the ballroom as Mingyu decided that we would go as guests. The job was to be done near an audience; as much as I did not like such missions due to the risks, Mingyu lived for such missions.
By the time We stepped into the ballroom, the shift in atmosphere as the rich bastards clinked their glasses and faked laughter.
I know I am also rich, but that's not the point here. The world smelt like pomegranate polish and expensive cologne; a small band played jazz under the chandeliers. It was almost pretty how danger dressed itself.
“Target in sight, at twelve o’clock.” “I see him make the—”
“I didn’t know we had new hires this season.”
A blonde guy spoke, flashing a smile that seemed too wide to be real.
His shoulders were swathed in an extravagant coat, a plush tapestry of black and creamy white complementing his honey skin. It was a chaotic landscape of fur, the jagged stripes of a snow leopard or a tiger rendered in a softer, more luxurious texture. The blond guy looked like he paid close attention to his fashion. Beneath its wild exterior, he wore a simple black leather jacket, the kind that whispered of late nights and city streets. His trousers, a dark contrast to the opulence of his upper half, ground the whole look in a quiet sort of rebellion.
“Are you mute or something?” That brought Jungkook from his chain of thought; he thought the guy was cute. If this was a different setting, he would have flirted just to get into his pants, but today was not the day nor the time and place
“Umm, excuse me, but I am not mute.” “You don’t work here!”
The realization that he has been caught now proves to be a problem, as the blond guy looks him as if hes checking everything that is wrong with him, and it doesnt help that he looks like he sticks out like a sore thumb
“I don't have the energy for drama today. Leave quietly while I am being nice, and I assume the silver-haired bimbo in the corner is your friend, as he hasn't stopped looking at me. LEAVE NOW!”
Jungkook turned to look at Mingyu who looks like he has seen a ghost