Byeol POV

Tonight's the night.

It's our last day in North Korea, and I needed to complete my mission before I returned back to the CIS headquarters. My flight to Japan was at sunset, and then the whole car ride to South Korea would take a long time. It was already 6pm meaning I had a very short amount of time to do what I needed to do.

These feelings, this love. It will all fade, and one day I'm gonna look back and laugh at myself for thinking that I actually had a chance at having happiness. Of course I don't want to do this, but going against my mission would literally be like going to war with an army. Many would lose their lives, including me.

I let Jungkook and uncle Jeon have their own day together, the father and son pair are probably never going to meet again. I went into uncles bedroom without the 2 of them knowing and searched quietly for uncles gun in his drawers.

"What are you doing?"

I froze at Jungkook's voice which rose from behind me momentarily, quickly covering the gun I had just found with papers.

"Just, looking for old pictures," I lied, he tilted his head, looking at me carefully while walking towards me slowly.

"Are you sure that's what you were doing?" He whispered in my ear making me gulp, his aura was so strong my legs felt like melting in that spot.

"Oh come on, you're hurting my feelings, stop being so suspicious," I faked a laugh, hitting his arm. What I really wanted to say was: please be more suspicious of me, please find out my secret, please kill me, before I do.

"How about we, go for a walk around the lake?" I suggested, changing the topic, he nodded with an unreadable expression. He took my hand into his, intertwining it while we walked outside.

"You know Byeol, your eyes are beautiful," he began, letting go of my hand to walk slightly ahead.

"Thank you-"

"So beautiful I would've never known they belonged to someone I despised," he finished, turning around with a gun pointed my way.

"What's wrong darling? You thought I wouldn't know? Come on Byeol you're hurting my feelings, did you really think I became such a fearful mafia with only physical abilities? My mind is what people run from, love," he loaded his gun while I chuckled sadly and reached for the gun I hid in my boot.

"I'm proud, proud that you found out. Just, it's a little too late," I sighed, pointing a gun right back at him.

"Late? I've known about your dirty secret since the day we met. Remember when I walked in on you trying to aim? You really think I didn't see your perfect posture change into a shitty one as soon as you felt my presence?"

flashback:

The glass reflected the figure of Jungkook walking inside, I purposely stiffened my hands and stood awkwardly. A posture as perfect as mine could only be the result of heavy training, I couldn't let him know that, I couldn't let him suspect a thing.

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"I had my men look into you, but weirdly there was nothing in your history. The only thing that was there, was your record of being a con artist and when I tell you the laugh I let out after seeing it. It was too obvious that it was forged," Jungkook continued.

"I confirmed who you were the day you disappeared from the house for so long. It was the same day the agent was spotted at the CIS building," he finished. I smiled ever so slightly at him pointing out each and every one of my suspicious behaviours.

"Then why did your eyes light up when Jimin said he had a sketch of the agent? If you knew it was me why did you-"

"Because I prayed that the sketch would show a picture of someone else. I didn't want it to be you, I wished I was wrong all along, but I guess I wasn't," he cut me off.

"Why didn't you just kill me as soon as you found out?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I was bored and wanted to play around with you a bit before killing you, but who would've thought I was going to fall in love with you? Who would've thought the very emotion I stopped myself from feeling, would be felt towards the worst person imaginable. I told you love was a fairytale. Ours is exceptionally twisted though, you've got to agree on that," he spoke, gaze softening at me.

"This is what you meant isn't it? When you said history would repeat itself. You'd end up killing the one you love, again," he said.

"I know I'm your mission, but I know you don't wanna do this, and neither do I, so make a choice Byeol, as mine relies on yours."

"Our happiness, or theirs?"

"Jungkook, I made my choice a long time ago," I said, both of our positions remained still, aiming our guns at each other. It was me who's name was Byeol, yet it was his eyes that contained every little fragment of the galaxy, orbs filled with all the broken stars. Staring into them felt like holding onto my lifeline, looking away would kill me. We felt suffocated even with all the air around us, the tension choked both of us.

"So which one is it Byeol?"

*BANG*

BTS POV

Gunshots echoed around the house, one of the guards had run inside to tell the rest of the boys what was going on. "A large large group of people are breaking in."

"It's the rats from the CIS," Jimin cursed under his breath. They all had plans for emergencies like these, every room was stocked with guns and extra ammo just incase.

"So which one of you fuckers would like to die first?" Jin asked, loading his gun. "Look, we weren't asked to kill you, they want you alive, just cooperate," one of the CIS agent's advised. "Lemme think," Hoseok pretended to go into deep thought while he was really just getting ready to shoot.

"Not cooperating with the law is our job kid," Taehyung snickered as the blood shed began.

It went on for hours, the agents were skilled but BTS were no less. They were all exhausted and at this point they didn't even mind getting taken by the CIS.

"THERE'S MORE?" Jimin screamed in disbelief seeing a whole crowd of agents come in. "Give it up and just come with us," they ordered. While they were all focused on the front they didn't notice there were people silently making their way behind them, getting ready to knock all of them out cold.

time skip.

The boys slowly opened their eyes to see they were all chained up in different parts of a white room. An old woman walked in with sheets in her hand and sat behind the desk at the front of the room.

"When Agent 001 arrives from the north she'll be the one to take care of your business," she informed them.

"Taehyung-ah, you said Jungkook knew about Byeol's secret, so why did he end up going?" Yoongi asked, he could see the old woman was wearing a hearing aid so she wouldn't be able to hear them properly unless they screamed.

"Because he loved her, he believed she wouldn't do that to him, but he promised if she ended up choosing the wrong path he would get rid of her," Taehyung replied.

"What an idiot, she's definitely going to chose the wrong path. But if they fight, who do you think would win?" Jimin questioned.

"I mean, we've seen both of them in action and to be honest, Byeol has more skills, but Jungkook's definitely stronger so I don't know," Hoseok said, shrugging.

"Come on guys, we can't make guesses on what's gonna happen, these are lives we are talking about," Namjoon told them. The phone of the old lady sitting at the desk rang, she quickly got up to open the door before someone before leaving the room.

"Since our precious top agent has been caught up with something, I've been sent to do their job," an extremely, familiar voice spoke out.

"YOU? Your dad is a, huge criminal. The son of him should literally be anything except an agent who works for the law," Jin muttered, not believing the person he was seeing.

"You're not allowed to talk about that here, I have a reputation to hold up between the other agents," the man replied.

"EXCUSE ME THE PERSON HERE IS THE SON OF-"

Taehyung was cut off as a powerful punch was thrown his way, making all the boys clench their jaws. How dare he hit their brother? All Taehyung could do was groan in pain, it's not like his hands were free to fight back.

"As long we're in here, I'm the one in charge, especially since agent 001 isn't here to take care of you," he proudly crossed his arms.

"Turn around kid."

"Lay a finger on one of these boys again and watch what I do to you,"