Money.

It smells like money. The scent of it skips up my nose along with the strong aroma of alcohol. I was in one of those bars meant for rich people, and no, not the ones who had clean money. This was a club for mafias, the ones who had blood stains on their dollar bills, but how could I have known before entering? I had come to free up a little tension, and the next thing I knew I was near to drop dead drunk. I was never one for alcohol to be fair.

I was looking vulnerable, eyes on me like how a predator looks at it's prey. Wrong.

I was bait.

"MEN ARE TRASH!" I yelled, slamming down my glass in annoyance. My words were slurred as hiccups escaped my mouth, a little too obvious that I had drank a little too much. Why would I do so despite knowing my tolerance for it was on the fucking floor? "Why is that?" 2 men sat next to me, trapping me in the middle.

"My boyfriend of an ENTIRE YEAR broke up with me," I pouted like a child, chugging down my entire drink. "But do you know why I'm not that upset?" I giggled, pulling both the men by their ties as I whispered in their ears:

"He wasn't good in bed anyways,"

I bursted out laughing before placing a finger on my lips, "shush though it's a secret." I warned the men jokingly, who were looking at each other with sinful thoughts, thoughts I could almost hear aloud. "So we take it you're alone?" They placed a hand on my thigh, heartbeats so loud I knew how excited they were, how aroused the sight of a vulnerable woman made them. I was about to open my mouth to answer when someone cut me off.

"She's with me."

My expression turned into a confused one as a voice from behind me spoke on my behalf. I turned around to see the owner of this voice, a tall handsome- sexy man stood there calmly, hands in his pocket as I checked him out with no shame. He looked like he was in his early thirties, but hey, who doesn't have a thing for older men?

He extended his arm for me, gesturing me to come to him. I hesitantly grabbed it, the other men releasing breaths of disappointment, but couldn't speak, this man intimidated them. I tripped over my own foot like an idiot, but I was caught in his arms. "I've got you, love" he spoke softly unlike his appearance, taking me to a completely other room as he sat me down at the edge of a bed. "What's your name?" He asked, "Byeol," I replied as he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I'm Kai, Kai Walker," he spoke.

"You know, it's dangerous for a woman like you to be here, this place is usually filled with far worse men. Call this your lucky day," he said. "Then why are you here, are you also a bad man?" I tilted my head as he chuckled, "bad is an understatement." He spoke as a loud thud was heard from outside the room we were in. He didn't flinch but became alert, about to leave and check out what it was when I grabbed his wrist. "Don't leave," my voice sounded so soft, so needy, men love that.

He leaned down, both hands firmly sat beside me. "I'll stay with you," he whispered, attempting to lock our lips but I turned my head, landing his cherry lips on my neck. I pretended to be turned on by his actions, while I used this opportunity to reach for the injection in my heel, about to inject it into him when he firmly gripped onto my wrist. "You underestimate me, agent," he smirked as I quickly switched our positions, flipping him underneath me as I stood tall on the edge of the bed.

I reached for the knife I had hid under my dress, panicking when it wasn't there. A chuckle made me look down at Kai, who was currently playing with my knife, twirling it in his hand as if it were a toy. "You really should find better places to hide your weapons," he said calmly before shooting the knife my way. I quickly reacted, doing a backflip off the bed and landing on one knee, skilfully dodging the knife that just hit the wall.

"So much talk about you so don't mind me when I say, I'm underwhelmed by your ability. Were people chatting shit or have you lost your touch?" He tilted his head, "I got shot in the heart so I can't say I'm as amazing as I was, but try me handsome."

"I promise I won't disappoint."

I kicked off my heels watching him walk towards me, attempting to punch me when I ducked, kneeing him in the balls before giving him an uppercut. I tried to create momentum for a roundhouse kick but just as my foot was about to meet his face he grabbed my ankle, dropping me harshly on my back making me groan. He went on one knee to match the level I was at, "not bad little girl," he mocked me. I kicked up his chin, throwing my legs over him as I sat on his shoulders. This was the perfect opportunity to snap his neck but I couldn't, killing him wasn't the mission.

"Call me a little girl again and I swear I'll drop my mission and kill you right now. I am a woman. Get it right would you?" I spat as I flipped off of him, reaching for the injection when he put me in a headlock, slowly draining me of air while holding my hands tight behind me.

I stomped down, the strength in my foot being so much that I actually broke the wood in the floor. I kicked one edge of the piece of wood making it fly up enough to be in my reach as I bit into his hand. I bit hard enough to make him loosen his grip on me, making me release my hands from him to grab the wood. I used the wood like a whip, hitting him in his chest so hard you could almost see the marks it was leaving through the thin shirt he was wearing.

I kicked him with both my legs, landing not so comfortably on the floor where I could finally grab the injection. I flipped back up, inserting the injection into him as quick as I could.

"Mission complete."

I spoke breathlessly while pressing my ear monitor, dropping to the floor, maybe I have lost my touch. The door flew open, our agents coming in after taking out the rest of the people in the bar. "Took you fuckers long enough," I rolled my eyes, watching them drag out Kai. A pain that I had become oh so used to took over my heart, the secretary quickly gave me my meds as I chugged them down, the pain eventually fading. Yes I survived a bullet to the heart, but the after effects? Horrible. I had to take about 6 different medicines a day so I wouldn't die.

"DoN't LeAvE," a voice in my ear monitor spoke out, mimicking me. "Shut up Tae," I rolled my eyes, the rest of the boys usually sat behind the screen, monitoring my missions to help me out. "But uhm, did Jungkook happen to see anything that went down?" I asked hesitantly, I speak a lot of bullshit for missions to have everyone fooled but Jungkook takes my words to heart. "Nope, I haven't seen him all day, but I made sure to record everything, he's going to murder you tonight. Rip," Taehyung chuckled while I was in deep thought.

"He hasn't come to work again? Do you think- I don't know, don't you feel like he's hiding something? It's not the first time he's disappeared," I said. "Disappeared?" Taehyung sounded confused.

"Like literally, he goes off the radar everyday for a few hours," I explained. "You've been tracking your boyfriend?" I could almost see the judgement on his face. "I've given an ex-mafia the role of running a law organisation, if he does anything it's on me, it was my decision because I believed in him and, I just don't want to be wrong about him. You've heard the rumour between the agents right? They think it's about time he returns to his old ways, some even think he already has-"

"Byeol, breathe," Taehyung cut me off knowing I was just overthinking as per usual. "You guys have been dating for a year, have some trust in him," he advised me. "You're right, I'll uhm, see you at work tomorrow," I released a breath, taking out the ear monitor with an unreadable expression. I exited the bar, entering my car with the secretary who was going to drive me home.

I had to track Jungkook, it wasn't exactly a choice, more of a government order. This made it so the government rest assured that at least someone was keeping up with the doings of 'Euphoria.' Although for this year, as far as I know he's been clean, clean of all the crime.

But a part of me can't even be proud because I know he's doing something wrong, something illegal that he hides from me. I make false reports of his actions, saying that he's completely in the clear to the government, because if they knew of his suspicious activity they'd put a bullet in his head without hesitating. His past is enough for them to not even have to know about what he's actually doing off the radar.

I have never truly met the darkness of Euphoria, he kept that side concealed from me, but the pictures I've seen of his actions and the stories I hear from his brothers almost make me think that the Jungkook I know is different from theirs. I can't even attempt to bring up my suspicions because I know it'll stir up an argument and that's the last thing I want. Me and him barely have normal days together, we're barely dating even though we've been 'together' for a year. We never exactly get the time to do couple things.

The times that I do see him, I'd rather not spend them arguing with him. I just patiently wait for him to come clean, but that waiting period has lasted a year already. How long, and how much can I truly overlook?

"Miss Kim, we're here," the secretary said, making me realise that we had made it home amidst my overthinking. I stepped out the car, sighing as I looked at the house, the lights were closed. "He's not home, again." I couldn't hide my disappointment but I was used to it by now.

I lazily put my fingerprint on the door to enter, trying to turn on the lights but the power was out, fucking great. I used my phones flashlight to walk up the stairs, my clumsy ass surprisingly making it to my bedroom without falling. A gasp escaped from my lips when as soon as I opened my bedroom door I was yanked in and pinned against the door. "Now what were you saying on your mission? Who's not good in bed?"

"I leave you screaming and shaking I know you're not talking about me."