five
{Greetings}
Back landing against the cold marble floor underneath him, Jungkook let out a pained groan, raising a hand to his now throbbing head as he squinted his eyes in pain. Shaking himself out of it, Jungkook slowly let his eyes flicker open, lips parting at the ethereal male standing over him. The male extended a hand, lips twisted into a frown as his face expressed his worry.
"Fuck- I'm so sorry." voice soothingly deep as the apology spilt from his lips.
Slowly Jungkook slipped a hand into the male's, lightly brushing over the man's battered knuckles as he rose to his feet, lightly dusting himself off.
Jimin shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as his gaze fell to the floor. Gesturing towards the man, Jimin let out a troublesome sigh, "Meet Taehyung, our youngest member- wait how old are you Jungkook?"
"Um... twenty-one."
"Second youngest then." he confirmed, meeting Taehyung's eyes as he continued to speak, "Best of the best he is, our spy, lure and distraction."
Oh.
Jungkook could see why this male made such a good distraction, everything about him was unworldly. There was something in the way Taehyung held himself, as if his limbs were placed perfectly as he stood tall, a slight feminine curve to his figure. His clothes were so casual, the ubiquitous look all average university students had, average t-shirt, loose jeans, perfectly white sneakers. So how come those clothes garbled Jungkook's brain to mush, stopping him from stringing a simple sentence together?
Taehyung's head lolled down to one shoulder, his deep blue hair falling to one side, threatening to brush against his faded artistic t-shirt that sat two sizes too big. His features were sharp, sculpted to perfection, deep brown orbs sitting underneath his lengthy bangs, narrowed on Jungkook's form.
"Um, who's this?" Taehyung spoke. And once again, Jungkook was caught off guard
He didn't even care about the male's words, only how incredible his voice sounded. His words sounded strangely melodic, they were sweet but venomous, like cupcakes sprinkled with poison. He wondered how Bangtan managed to find such a perfect guy for the job of a lure.
Jimin's tired eyes shot open "Oh, right. This is Jeon Jungkook, he's not really a member, but just one of the team from now on."
Taehyung gave a tight lipped smile, "Right... nice to meet you I'm- wait..." the male stumbled a step back, loosing his perfect stance, "Jeon!?"
Jimin froze, "Taehyung wait, I can explain-"
"THERE'S A FUCKING JEON IN THE HOUSE!" the male screeched, his voice practically ringing throughout the foyer of the mansion and down the halls.
The sound of stumbling footsteps sounded from inside a nearby room, a wooden door swinging open as another unknown male leapt out from the shadows. This male was noticeably taller then the others, eyes wide and perfect brows raised underneath his mess of black hair. "WHAT!?" he exclaimed, dashing into the scene with urgency.
"Calm the fuck down everyone." This time Yoongi had entered the room, running a hand through his overly bleached hair as he let out a grumble of words under his breath, "Gosh, and Jin where'd you get that baseball bat? Put it away." he deadpanned, eyeing both Taehyung and Seokjin before gesturing out of the room. "Taehyung and Seokjin, Namjoon's office NOW, he'll explain." he commanded, "As for Hoseok, he probably already knows." he smirked, turning on his heels as he exited the foyer almost as quickly as he had entered.
Jungkook still couldn't get over Yoongi's unique tone of voice. It was low, with an agreeable trace of huskiness and with a hint of more power than the frail body would suggest. Smacking his lips together Jungkook sunk into thought. There was no doubt that Yoongi was probably Namjoon's right hand man.
"Lets get you to Hoseok's office." Jimin spoke up, watching everyone leave the foyer before he swept a hand through his hair, gesturing for Jungkook to follow him up the staircase.
Jungkook followed the orange haired male from closely behind, placing a hand against the polished golden railing as he ascended the stairs, trudging up to the second story of the mansion. Unlike the rather elegant appearance of the house downstairs, Jungkook noticed that upstairs was merely a long corridor, only one open plan entrance into what appeared to be another lounge room. Doors were on either side of the halls, and Jungkook found himself quickly counting them before Jimin could pull him away.
There were nine doors, presumably seven for the members, one bathroom and Hoseok's office which is where Jungkook's feet dragged to a stop, right in front of a tall wooden door. Hammered to the front was a single metallic sign reading 'caution.' The sign looked like it was stollen from a construction sight.
"This is his." Jimin spoke, placing his hands against his hips as he let out a breath of air, "Just go in, he already knows what's up." he shrugged, waving Jungkook off as he made his way back downstairs.
Jungkook found himself standing in front of the wooden door, debating whether or not he should knock or just walk in. Deciding on the latter, he placed a hand firmly around the golden door handle, twisting it as he slowly opened up the door. Hesitantly, he peeked his head into the awfully dark room, muttering a low "hello?" under his breath as he stepped into the darkness.
Well... it wasn't completely dark.
The soft glow of computer monitors and LED neon strip lights set the room into a blueish glow. This room was no doubt the room of a tech head, circuit boards, wires, monitors balanced on random objects and an assortment of metal items labeled as 'electronic junk.'
Jungkook let his eyes trail over to the male seated in the office chair. The male leant back in frustration, the light of his computer screen reflecting in his narrowed eyes. He stare at the contrasting white pixels against black as if all URLs and fragments of code clogged the gears of his mind. Although the overheated laptop was beginning to buzz, he held his breath to concentrate as if his life depended on it.
The hacker's eyes combed the monitor in search of a bug, moving from side to side rapidly like the eyes of a dreaming person but wide open. Nothing could be heard in the small stuffy room but the violent beating of fingers against the keyboard and the increasingly unbearable spin of the CPU cooler fan.
Before Jungkook could speak again, a hysteric laughter broke out in triumph. With a hesitant click, the hacker transferred the contents of more then a dozen bank accounts of naive gang members into his own, and celebrated his win by wrapping a hand around a cold can of energy drink.
A smile blossomed across his face until he spun in his chair, almost spitting out his fizzy drink at the sight of Jungkook at the door.
The male quickly took off is headphones, slamming his energy drink back down against the table, "Oh hey." he chuckled, raising a hand to his head as he ruffled his slightly wavy black hair, the tuffs overgrown and falling past his eyes, resting over his high cheekbones. "You must be the famous Jeon kid."
Stepping fully into the dimly lit room, Jungkook shut the door behind him with a huff, "Can everyone stop using my last name." he uttered, crossing his arms over his chest, the frown on his face illuminated by the purple light above him, "I disassociated myself from it years ago."
"I'll keep that in mind." the hacker spoke, quickly lowering his computer screen, "You must be one smart guy though... managing to escape the Jeon crime syndicate at just 16? That's skills right there." he spoke impressively, a wide grin spread over his face.
"Thanks... I guess."
The hacker leant forwards in his chair, "I'm Jung Hoseok. Professional hacker."
"Jungkook."
Hoseok gave a slight nod before he placed a hand against the top of his laptop, trailing his fingers along the surface, "You know- I've been trying to get into the Jeon's web for so long... we're hoping if we take them down, the rest of the gangs will fall into disarray."
"Sounds like wishful thinking."
Hoseok shrugged, "It's called hope." he replied, quickly turning to a set of wooden draws, rummaging through its contents before taking a hold of what he was looking for.
Turning back to Jungkook, Hoseok held a single metallic computer chip in-between his fingers, gesturing towards it as if it were some crummy television commercial, "Now... this may hurt a little." he muttered, sliding a box out from beside his cluttered desk and putting it in front of him, patting down on the surface.
Jungkook slowly sat against the box, back faced towards Hoseok as the raven haired male felt around at the back of his neck, "I've been through worse." Jungkook spoke flatly, hearing a chuckle from behind him
"Haven't we all."
At those words, Hoseok was quick to make a small centimetre wide incision against the back of Jungkook's neck, poking his tongue out from the corner of his lip in concentration as he slipped the tiny chip inside Jungkook's skin, feeling around to make sure the device was in place.
"Done." he chirped, causing Jungkook to spin around and face Hoseok. Only Hoseok wasn't facing him for long as he giddily turned back to his laptop, lifting the screen, "Now you should appear on this."
After a second of Hoseok tapping away at his keyboard, an image appeared on the screen. Jungkook couldn't help but gape, "Woah- it's the blueprint of the house." he spoke in amusement, eyes darting over the seven colourful dots against the map, some moving and others stagnant.
"Sure is." Hoseok spoke proudly, leaning back in his chair as he brought his hands to the back of his head, "You're the yellow one sitting next to the green one... which is me." he chuckled, eyes lighting up, "I'm not a hypocrite... I put a tracker in myself too- well, Yoongi did. And god that hurt like hell." he scoffed, shaking his head at the thought of Yoongi laying a finger on him again. "Anyways, forget what Jimin said about having to go outside with a member. With my skills, heck- even without the tracker we can't loose you now."
Jungkook rose a brow, "So I don't have to stay here?"
"No, you don't... but you have to at least come in everyday so the others don't think you're up to something." his seemingly permanent smile fell from his face, replaced by something stern, "Think about it though, you'd be better off here."
Giving a small shrug, Jungkook rose to his feet, "I'll take it to thought." he replied, not sparing another word as he reached out for the door handle. Hoseok however was quick to interrupt, eyes growing wide as he remembered something important. Shooting out of his seat, he snatched a leather jacket off his table.
"Oh yeah... here's your jacket." he quickly spoke, standing in front of the brunette as he held out the jacket.
As Jungkook took the coat from Hoseok's extended hand, it was only now he managed to notice the array off different tattoos that trailed up the male's arm, more delicate designs in comparison to Jungkook's bolder line-work. Jungkook also managed to notice the hacker's slender form, a dead giveaway that this male wasn't one to fight, more so just to work undercover for the gang.
"Thanks." Jungkook spoke, letting his lips rise into a tightlipped smile as he took the jacket off Hoseok's hands, sweeping it over his form and slipping his arms into the sleeves. Dusting himself off, Jungkook gave a wordless goodbye, waving the hacker off as he left the room.
He had to re-adjust himself to the light as he stepped back out into the hallway, blinking a couple of times to regain his composure before trotting downstairs and heading straight for the grand front door. He sure as hell wasn't sticking around in the mansion for the night, wanting out of this place as soon as possible.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a familiar head of blonde hair emerging into the foyer, the male's feline eyes rising to meet with his.
Jungkook simply smirked, "What time does your tattoo parlour open tomorrow?"
"6am." Yoongi responded bluntly with a bored expression
Jungkook gave a cocky smile,
"See you tomorrow at six."
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{Author Note}
I was playing around with photoshop and managed to come up with Hoseok's look lol:
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