# Mission?

// Bedroom, Big Hit Headquarters; 11:17

I hear the creaking sounds from the door into the room I just spent the night in, indicating that someone is coming inside without even knocking. The bed in this immense room is a lot more comfortable than the last one. It's freezing, the duvets not able to give me enough warmth on their own.

"Are you up?"

Jimin's voice is sweet, reminding me of my favorite candy from the days of my childhood that I shared with my mom. We have gotten closer the last couple of days that I have stayed here. Not too much information spilled, just some basic information. Our number one color, what we would do if we only had one day left.

"Yeah."

I am still weak and assailable, I haven't been able to heal properly just yet. It frustrates me. I have to stay here in this room, not having any form of control over anything. Namjoon had told me about a mission they are preparing for, they're going to make plans into actions this coming night.

I want to join them, so desperate after some action. I thought it would be at least a little easier to just put all that away, the craving after a night out fighting sexist men, but it still here. None of them want to tell me about the mission, what they're going to do. They don't trust me. I do not expect them to, they would have been excessively stupid.

I feel the bed sink right beside me, Jimin staring down at me. He smiles softly, making my heart flutter. We have this connection where we don't have to say our words out loud. Reading each other's eyes are enough.

"Jimin?"

"Mhm,"

"Can you plea-"

"No."

I roll my eyes as I sit up. It's too frustrating, the feeling of being trapped is making me crazy. I used to hate missions, holding a gun. My hands always trembled at the sight of the weapon. A lump would usually form in my throat making it hard to breathe properly. But now, all I want is to go out in the dark and feel the oh so familiar bloodcurdling feelings.

I stand up and walk over to the black drawers in the corner of the large bedroom. Originally I expected this fabulous walk-in-closet as the room itself is ginormous, I was clearly wrong. I dig a little before pulling up a dark royal blue top. 

Jimin eyes me as I put it on the bed, right next to him. I go back again, taking out a pair of black skinny jeans along with black heels; the perfect outfit for the most transcendent mission. My eyes meet the not-quite-tall man as I turn back around on my unclothed heels. A grin is visible on my face, Jimins expression the complete opposite.

"What do you want from me?" he exclaims, throwing himself backward on the bed, his back bouncing a little before laying still. The answer is indisputable. I want to risk my life again, possibly making the odds of surviving smaller for the others as well. Stupid wish, but unavoidable. 

A deep sigh escapes his lips as he finally moves again and stands up. Brushing the imaginary dust off his sleek clothes, he lightly glares at me, not happy with my unspoken aspiration. I did not need to explain it to him, the craving and desire for the adrenaline, he understands it. The feeling is familiar, probably to most former and active mafias. 

The grin I had turn into a satisfied smirk, at least he is willing to try and pursue the valued leader. I am slightly scared for Jimin, his mission surely isn't a piece of cake. Namjoon is a man no one wants or should allure and badger. His heart surely is not fully dark, but his expression can transform into a cold-blooded if he gets triggered enough. Control is not overrated to him, he has the ability to restrict both  himself and others. But, the overall aura he has can scare none and everyone.

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I stare at my mirror reflection, seeing my life in a stranger's face; it is mine. My hair is down, laying delicately on each side of my neck. Make-up is covering myself, even making myself confused as to who this foreign woman truly is. 

Stepping back, I let out a little screech as I trip over something. I expect the feeling of pain in my back and tailbone, but it never comes. Opening my eyes, without even realizing I had closed them at some point, I stare back into a black-clothed chest. My feet are back on the floor. It was as if nothing ever had happened, all until a deep voice whispered in my right ear:

"How are you supposed to join this mission when you can't even stand on your own damn feet?"

The breath on my neck makes the small hairs I have raise. Goosebumps forms on my naked arms. I eventually look up, the sight of Jeongguk's suave face baffling me. We're both quiet, either feeling extremely awkward or just plainly admiring each other's features. My eyes are wide, still in a slight shock state.

I shake my head. Just processing the insult he just threw at me, I glare at him. Crossing my arms as well, possibly making me look even more irritated.

"Well, at least I'm not stupid enough to hurt my ankle right before a fucking mission" I wheeze back, hitting a slightly sensitive spot. I know he isn't happy about me going instead of him. He landed wrong when he jumped down from a big height, resulting in him not being allowed to move around a lot. 

Jeongguk now has to stay back with Hoseok and Seokjin, the technology guy and the doctor. It is unfair that this new girl can join the mission when they don't even know if she's loyal yet while he has to work back in the big van that is going to be parked not far away from this is going to take place.

His reaction to my offensive comment is completely different from what I anticipated; he just turns and leaves the room. I stand there baffled. My body was all ready for some punches as I thought he would try and hurt me in most possible ways without actually killing me yet. 

I just continue to glare at the mirror, or more like the drained person in it. My skin still isn't glowing as it usually does, not even with all the body lotions. I dread this already. The not voluntary outfit surely does not help either.

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Holding the black heels in a tight grip, I walk down the big and extravagant marble staircase. The red carpet leading way is soft under my bare feet even after all the shoes of both the liable men and women. I walk slowly, mainly because of the nervousness that is filling my body. The feeling of slight regret is coming to life, but I shake it off. Another reason for my snail speed is the very much uncomfortable dress I was just forced into.

It is a vivid red color, mirroring the brightest rose. It ends on my mid-thigh but has a slit going almost up to my pantie line. The chest area is low cut, exposing more skin than I'm actually comfortable with. It's contrasting the outfit I originally wanted. This dress is discernible, it would be weirder to not notice the outstanding silk-dress.

I can feel six stares all over my oh so graceful body, the seventh glaring at the others as an already protective older brother. I stiffly cough fortunately resulting in them finally going out of their trance. The atmosphere in the big white and golden decorated hall is awkward. 

"So," Namjoon speaks up, breaking the insufferable silence. All ears perk up glad to hear something other than our various breaths; some light and others heavy. 

"you all know your tasks and roles right?"

We all nod, certainly not wanting to hear the whole plan again. Both Hoseok and Jimin didn't understand everything, even after hearing it twice, well explained as well. 

My task is not as simple as ABC, the common knot forming in my stomach. The idea I had in my head is completely different from this. I had hopes of getting to hold a gun, possibly run after someone and shoot here and there. Turns out my duty is being a bait. Nothing more could really be expected though, there is not enough trust in the picture as this is the first mission I'm officially joining. I am just thankful that I can join. Namjoon explained it was my chance to prove my loyalty. 

I have to deceive this particular young man into drinking with me. The next part is a little trickier as I so on have to put a pill in his drink. The pill will become invisible as it weaves, able to knock the guy thoroughly out. Yoongi and Jimin are going to drag him into this hidden room, where Taehyung and Namjoon will be waiting. 

"Why are we after this guy?" I ask, remarkably curious about the reason behind this whole mission. 

"We believe he has some useful information, but he didn't want to spill any when we asked him fairly nice last night" Jeongguk surprisingly answers, his voice laced with bitterness. His face remains emotionless and cold. It makes it impossible to have the slightest idea of what he is feeling.

A picture of a man suddenly pops up on the big screen in front of us. Big, round eyes, his cheekbones remarkable. The face seems familiar. He reminds me of this little boy I treated like the younger brother I never had when I was younger. My mother still was alive at the time. My so-called brother disappeared from me the day after my dear mother passed away, leaving absolutely no clue of where he went. My heart still aches for him. His name was Lee Minhyung. 

"What is his name, do you know that?"

"Mark Lee, we don't know exactly where he comes from, but I believe he's a foreigner based on his name" Namjoon sighs this time. I can only nod at his answer, but I can't help the disappointment I feel. It would be so amazing to finally meet little Minhyung again, I do miss him.

Yoongi takes my wrist right after my half-brother places a big black coat on my shoulders. I hurriedly put on my heels, clumsily stumbling as he drags me towards the main door. A small whimper escapes my mouth as the grip on my poor wrist gets firmer. The little pain is bearable though.

I sit down in the backseat, luckily not having to sit in the middle of someone. Jimin sits down beside me. Hoseok sets up his computers and other devices, he also makes sure everything works as it's supposed to. Seokjin is organizing his stuff such as a much fancier first aid kit, while Jeongguk sits down and sulk. I somewhat snicker at his pettiness.

Other than that, the car ride is silent. Only some comments between the members can be heard. Namjoon is driving the black van, the infamous Min Yoongi sleeping in the seat in front of me. 

I look out the dark stained car window, not able to see much as the clock was slowly nearing close to midnight. The outlines of trees are the only thing visible in the dark, the light from the moon and the stars surrounding it shining on the thin layer of snow. The white coating will most likely disappear due to rain in only a couple of days.

"Where are we going and how long is the car ride?" I ask, earning an annoyed grunt from the youngest who not surprisingly wants me to shut up.

"Club, twenty minutes" Yoongi's answer is short but assumably very correct. I mutter a low thank you, my eyes turning droopy since I couldn't get much sleep last night.

I feel someone pricking on my shoulder. Turns out it is Jimin as I turn my head to the left. He hands me a white folder, papers after papers filling it up. I open my mouth, about to question him, but he signs for me to stay silent as he puts his pointer finger in front of his mouth. All I can do is nod and just take it.

"Members profile?"

(EDITED)

A/N: thank you for over 100 reads <3 btw this is unedited, my wattpad lagged and deleted over half of this chapter so i had to hurry the frick up and finish it, so sorry about that lol