Byeol POV

Missions, tasks, work.

I had to manage all of these around. I was an undercover agent, a 'con artist' who needed to stay in the shadows disguised as a criminal.

Euphoria.

Was what they called him, a so called young genius. And they called him a genius in the sense that he was able to do cruel things without having any remorse. In their eyes this was, a skill.

To be brutal.

-past-

After escaping, I slept on the streets for the first month, still covered in blood. His blood. People in the south were way more generous than the ones back home. Every time I would open my eyes there would be a bag of food, or some money beside me.

One day, someone approached me. A man in a long black jacket, and a bucket hat that covered his face. He offered me a roof over my head, clean clothing and even food on an actual plate on one condition.

What was his condition you ask?

"Become a monster."

"That's it? You want me to become something I already am?" My young self laughed. No Byeol, they wanted you to become something 100,000 times worse.

"North Korean I see," he tilted his head. My accent made it easy for him to guess. He took me a large building, he called it a criminal catching organisation.

"How cool," I thought. I was going to be working at a place that would be catching people like me, you know, criminals.

"I'm starting a new project. A bunch of kids are going to trained to become secret agents, you're gonna be part of them," he told me. "And the rules are?" I asked, expecting this not to be as simple as he was making it sound.

"Rule number 1; never be number 2."

"Simple right? That's all you need to do agent 001," he said, patting me on the shoulder.

"Why me? Why do you choose me to be number 1? I'm sure there's hundreds of people wanting to be in my position," I replied.

"Because, the way you calmly you wear the blood of those you killed. Impresses me."

He smirked proudly, leading me into a place where I would be trained, alone. Trained to hide my accent, trained several different languages and combat skills from modern to the most ancient times. I was separate from all the others who were also being prepared to be not only Korea's best agents, but the worlds.

Weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. Already 18 and I didn't remember the last time I had seen the light of day. I was so busy training inside the building they confined me in, I didn't have time, not like I was even allowed to leave.

My social skills weren't the best either, the only time they let me out to even glance at another soul was... No, I'm not going to remember it, it has to be erased. The torture, the murder. I tried my best to, but now I sit and think, is it even possible? To wipe out that much blood?

Food was slid under a door and no one communicated with me after what I had done, a monster was what I had become. Exactly what they wanted.

"Number 001," they called out for me. If it wasn't for my good memory I probably would've forgotten my own name since they don't call me it. Heck, I doubt they even know it. I walked outside to see the same old man who had bought me here 4 years ago.

"Since I didn't get to introduce myself properly last time, I'm Mr Choi, and I'm here to tell you that it's time for our best to be out there. Agent 001, are you ready to be a government slave?" He asked, more like a rhetorical question to be honest. This deep into the process I had already seen the ugly behind of our prestigious government. I nodded.

"Great, just one last check to let you free," he spoke. Ugh, another one? I rolled my eyes. They bought in a young man, seemingly homeless looking at his attire.

"Kill him. We need to see if you're prepared to do anything we ask," Mr Choi ordered, handing me a gun. Sure I had been trained to shoot, to act, to fight. But, kill? I hadn't done that since- no Byeol. Don't do it, don't think about it again, that wasn't you, they made you do it.

The mans eyes looked up, pleading me not to take his life away. I pulled the trigger, not losing eye contact with the man I was killing.

"Ruthless, I love it," Mr Choi spoke, patting me on the shoulder. As soon as he walked out the room I fell down onto my knees. Bowing to the man I had just murdered with my hands shaking, and eyes pouring out with tears.

"Jaechan wouldn't have wanted you to do this."

I thought to myself. But in order for me to survive, people will have to die. And that's how life will work from now on, not a soul will be able to change anything.

-present-

Jeon Jungkook. The name of the boy who changed, everything.

"What are you thinking about Yeol?"

"About you,"

"Never thought I'd see a day where you'd flirt with me first." He smiled. Please don't smile like that. It makes me want to leave everything I have and come running to you.

"Kids, dinners ready," uncle called out. "That sounds nice to hear, mum used to call out for me like that," Jungkook sighed.

"Hello, happy thoughts only, today's a big day for you, you just met your dad. Put back on that bunny smile before I-"

"Yes ma'am," he smiled cutting me off, throwing his hand over my shoulder while walking into the dinner room.

"Cake? Is it someone's birthday today?" I asked uncle, seeing a red velvet cake sitting in the middle of the table with two candles.

"No, I just wanted something to celebrate with after meeting my son. I hope you kids like red velvet, it was the only one I could find-"

"We love red velvet cake, Dad."

Uncle froze at that word coming out of Jungkook's mouth. It was such an adorable moment I wish I could take pictures with my eyes.

We sat down as uncle told us to make wishes before blowing out the candles. I took a look at Jungkook's doe eyes feeling more guilty than ever before. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, thinking of a wish to make.

"I wish you never forgive me for my actions."

I blew out my candle satisfied with what I wished for. Someone like me doesn't deserve him, nor do I deserve his forgiveness for what I've done to him and the boys he calls family. This type of betrayal stings. I know that better than anyone.

Jungkook was still wishing for something looking as serious as ever. I wonder what he's wishing for, I hope his wish isn't as depressing as mine.

I wonder if the CIS team got to the rest of BTS yet, I wonder if their plan was going as scheduled. They're probably on their way to raid the house and take them captive, all thanks to me.

A fucking monster.

BTS POV

"WAKE TAEHYUNG THE FUCK UP BEFORE I GET DOWNSTAIRS!" Namjoon screamed. All of them were more than just frustrated after finding out Byeol's secret.

It not only meant Jungkook was in more danger than ever, but it meant that they wouldn't even be able to contact him to tell him about it because if they did, the North Korean government would take less than a minute to track down the signal and catch Jungkook.

"Wake up already," Jimin shook Taehyung's fast asleep body.

"Why," his morning voice was raspy, annoyed that he was woken up so early on a day they had no missions whatsoever.

"Because, we're all fucked since Byeol was agent 001 this whole time," Hoseok exclaimed, expecting Taehyung's reaction to be as dramatic as theirs were. Taehyung rubbed his eyes and sat up straight, yawning while ruffling his hair.

"You guys didn't know?" He raised his eyebrows in response.

"YOU FUCKING KNEW?" Yoongi asked in disbelief. "I only found out the other day relax," Taehyung replied.

"THE OTHER DAY? So you could've stopped Jungkook from leaving with that motherfucking agent?" Jin yelled.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE, stop screaming I'm sitting right here," Tae covered his ears in pain.

"Our brother is in NORTH KOREA with someone who he doesn't even know is AGENT 001, and you're telling me not to scream? That guys probably fallen in love with her and her bullshit acting!" Namjoon lectured.

"Oh my dumb brothers,"

"What makes you think he doesn't know?"