"Byeol? Jungkook's secretary? This isn't a safe place for a kitten like you," he furrowed his eyebrows, walking towards her. He attempted to caress her cheek like he had done once before, she elbowed him in his upper chest area and flipped him over to the floor.

"Didn't think it was possible to forget the eyes of the person that put you in hospital for over 4 months," she sighed looking down.

"Agent 43? You're moving up the ranks fast I see, but since I'm here now you can fuck off, this is my interrogation to do," she glared with a short smile.

The man stayed on the floor unable to process the situation, he couldn't believe that a person who he thought was a mere secretary turned out to be the best agent in Korea.

"Lee Taeyong, don't make me repeat myself."

Byeol POV - past (2 years ago)

"His name's Lee Taeyong, heir of a large mafia organisation. He's causing a lot more problems than his dad did back in the day and the police asked for our help, you know what to do," Mr Choi told me.

"Yes sir," I bowed, already tired as fuck, not in the mood to be taking care of yet another criminal. I geared up, wearing my mask and my hat. Most of the time I wore a black jumpsuit with a stuffing inside. It was to hide my figure, my body, my identity was meant to be sealed completely, to everyone, and anyone.

Even the other agents hadn't seen a proper glimpse of my face, so needless to say 'Agent 001' was like a myth to them. Mr Choi had given me the address of this Taeyong kid, it was a factory where he was supposedly telling young kids to deliver drugs to people or else he would hurt them.

"Little boy in the blue shirt, you seem perfect for this job. Take this to the alleyway behind the supermarket," I could see Taeyong handing a bag full of what looked like weed to a small kid from the open creek in the door.

I leaned against the door calmly, informing him of my presence just by standing there. "Well don't just sit there, share it with me," I crossed my arms.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked me, getting up from his chair while his big bodyguards stood beside him to protect him.

"Drop the foul language in front of the kids at least," I tutted, opening the door I entered wide so the kids could run out.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO COLLECT THOSE KIDS?" He screamed at the top of his lungs. "Oh shut up," I cringed at the loud sound. The bodyguards ran my way, making me sigh at their foolish attempt to fight me. In the end they ended up pleading me to spare their lives, pathetic. "Scram, you aren't the ones I need anyways," I kicked them away, turning to look at Taeyong.

"Hi," he spoke innocently, "well aren't you a fighter," he lightly punched my arm, thinking that if he couldn't punch his way through me, he might as well talk his way through it. The tilt of my head was enough to terrify him, he naturally took a step back, attempting to swallow his fear.

"Who are you? Take off the mask and show yourself if you're really that b-brave," he stuttered even after trying so hard not to. "The day I show you my face will be the day of your death, are you still firm on that wish of yours?" I raised my eyebrows, cracking my knuckles.

So I ended up beating him to pieces, I'd almost forgotten how he looked like because blood smeared his face so roughly that he was unrecognisable.

Suddenly two gunshots went off outside, if it was what I thought what it was, then I had to leave whatever I was doing and leave the scene. CIS code. I ran outside to see Mr Choi, he patted me on the shoulder like he always did.

"I changed my mind, he can be useful to me in ways you'll find out about in the future. You haven't killed him yet, right?" He tilted his head as I yanked off my mask to speak properly.

"No, but he's like, very, injured," I scratched the back of my head, remembering the boy was unconscious because of how badly I had beaten him. "It's fine, once he recovers we're going to have him join the CIS," he told me.

"But he's weak, and useless unless he has a weapon, why would you want him to work for us?" I asked. "He's supposedly related to another huge mafia we've been trying to track for years, cousins I think they are. But just like you, his identity is sealed to the public. We can use Taeyong to find that person," he replied.

"What makes you think he'll help us?" I furrowed my brows. "Envy, one of the 7 deadly sins, the intense and forbidden desire to have something that someone else posseses. Believe me, it won't be hard to get him to help us, but don't worry about it for now, this won't be your mission till a few years go past," Mr Choi finished.

"Few years? Why not now?"

"Because I want Taeyong to be part of your mission," he responded.

"But I always do my missions alone," I muttered under my breath in confusion, but I didn't dare to say it louder, how could I oppose him?

"Brighten up kid, I'm not saying he's going to be part of everything. You can still do it undercover like you always do. I just want to prepare him in the next couple of years, he's not ready, he isn't a monster yet," a small smirk appeared upon his sinister face.

"Why are you making him join me? If you're doing that because the mafia is someone I can't handle alone then we have hundreds of agents who could accompany me instead-"

"AGENT 001," I flinched at his sudden hand raise. "There isn't anyone in this world who you can't handle alone. I didn't train you to think like that you fucking idiot," he spoke coldly towards me.

"Then, why?" My voice came out small, that's how he made me feel.

"There's things I can't explain, it's kind of like a gut feeling I get. I feel as if one day, he'll be of great help. In the future, when something, unexpected happens to you, he'll be the one to help the CIS out."

-present-

Still to this day I question why he said when, instead of saying if.

I ended up finding Euphoria on my own, and even while I was doing that mission, Taeyong didn't have a single role. It didn't even seem like Mr Choi was planning on making him join me any time soon since Taeyong was still clueless of what I looked like.

He's still useless in my eyes, but that old man definitely has a bigger picture drawn that he isn't telling me about. It's like he knows something that will happen in the future that nobody else does.

"So is our brother, dead?"

I finally came to my senses when a voice snapped me out of my thoughts, it belonged to them. Jungkook's family, his brothers. Chained up, beaten, miserable. Guilt weighed down my heart seeing their condition.

"Yep, he's dead, I killed him, mission accomplished. Yay," I said loud and clearly, making sure my words would be caught in the CCTV audio. The boys glared at me with glassy fiery eyes, burning through my soul.

BTS POV

"I wasn't given a sheet of questions so I'm making my own list of things the CIS would want to know, read it carefully," she told the boys, they rolled their eyes not wanting to listen to her. If Byeol was back it could only mean their precious younger was dead.

They finally decided to pay attention to the paper of questions she had given them because they knew in this type of situation they didn't exactly have the upper hand.

Questions:

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How did you join the gang?
Why was Jungkook the last to join?
Have you ever felt guilty for one of your crimes?
What are your positions in the gang?
Gangs you're allied with?
If you weren't in a gang what would you have wanted to become?
How many deaths have actually been caused by you?
And how many of those deaths were wrongfully accused on you because of your image?
Would you ever join us?

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The questions were weird but the weirder thing was that only some of the letters were in bold, most of the boys thought it was just Byeol's way of writing, but Namjoon thought otherwise. He looked up at her and tried his best not to let out a smile.

Suddenly sirens had started to go off inside the CIS building, confusing the boys. Byeol quickly got up, 'accidentally' dropping her keys onto the floor while trying to run to the door.

"Wait what's happening?" They questioned loudly, she turned around at the door and smiling mischievously while mouthing the words:

"A distraction."