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V was currently in the Principal's office. He sat rather awkwardly in the chair across the middle-aged man who stared at him with a smile that made him somewhat uneasy.

The man's fixed gaze made him feel a little self-conscious, wondering if he had properly put on his wig or if the edge of his silicone wear stood out against his skin, even though he knew they were of the exact same colour tone, or if the thin wire of his voice changer was peeking through although he knew very well that the tiny object placed at his nape was well hidden by his hair.

His paranoia was justified by the fact that he couldn't afford to mess this up. It was his only chance to save his best friend and he would do it at any cost. He couldn't allow his cover to be blown on the very first day and be fired from the place without a single hint about where Baekjun could be keeping Jimin.

"Umm sir...?" V cloddishly uttered. He hadn't felt this stupid in years. This new mission was really changing things up for him, and this was only the very first day.

"Ah yes, yes dear. Taeyeon, right?" He asked, making V feel creeped out at how this man was being overly comfortable with him.

"Yes, Mr Lee," he replied still.

"I hope you'll do a good job in handling these kids. A bunch of them could be a real handful to manage. There were so many other contenders for this job, yet you caught my attention, Ms Kim," the man said, visibly licking his lips as his bore holes into V's.

The action made V feel disgusted. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible because he was sure he wouldn't be able to handle this old man lusting over his fake self without puking in his face.

"I hope you'll prove yourself worthy of the job and if it gets too much, you can always come to my office. I'll always have some time to help you relieve some stress," Mr Lee shamelessly offered.

"I believe I'll be perfectly able to handle it and I'll do my best to not disappoint at being professional in my job," V assured with a hint of cynicism in his tone. Being cynical was his speciality after all.

He collected his timetable and walked out of the room. He now understood why Yoongi and Hoseok had insisted that he disguised as a female teacher. It had been easier to lure the principal into employing him as a woman. He figured they must have photoshopped a picture of him as a female and sent it for the application along with the fake resumé.

It was nothing new actually. In fact, a few years ago, for another undercover mission at a home for the elderly, Hoseok had edited his picture into that of an old man and had sent that out. While Yoongi was better at hacking, Hoseok's forte was designing gadgets and editing.

Those two often worked as a team along with Namjoon everytime a new important mission was being planned. The leader was the one in charge of devising the plan while Yoongi found further information by hacking into different systems and Hoseok would create the necessary items relative to the mission.

These three were known as the terrific trio, though nowadays, they were mostly the formidable trio rather. They had been combining their strengths and working together ever since they were rookies. They had started getting much recognition for their skills, both as a group and individually. That was what had gotten them promoted to the higher ranks.

Namjoon used to be the agent 006 before he was deemed capable of leading the Seoulian branch in Korea. As for Hoseok and Yoongi, they both used to be agents 009 and 010 respectively before being propped 7 ranks higher.

It was quite an achievement to go even one rank higher in the top 10. So skipping 7 ranks at once was a remarkable feat. It was acknowledged throughout the whole agency and everyone knew how impressive they were.

After having gotten out of the office, V sighed and headed to the staff room to examine his timetable. Upon entering, he found very few teachers in there as most had classes at this time. He was greeted and welcomed by them. He was thankful to have obtained a seat in a far corner where he would not be disturbed and wouldn't have to mingle with all these people.

He realised he actually had a class the next period and no sooner had he noticed it that the bell rang. He scowled and gathered his things before exiting the staff room. He didn't forget to ask the directions to his class to one of his new colleagues so he wouldn't get lost again.

This school was huge and it took him a while to get to the class. The whole way, he was cursing his luck about how badly this day had gone since the morning. And right when he had thought he would be able to relax, he had to go to a random class full of hormonal teenage boys and teach them a topic he, himself, had no idea about.

He was so going to mess this up.

Surprisingly, his first class went pretty well. It was with a class of freshmen and even if they were not too interested in knowing how the body regulated its internal environment by a process called homeostasis, they didn't cause much trouble and copied the notes without complaining, which V was quite thankful for since he, too, was not too keen to teach them anyway.

Despite relying heavily on the book in the front of him, he found out that his memory was pretty good too. He was actually able to recall what he himself had learnt in high school.

Agents attended school too although they did not mingle with everybody else. Since the agency was pretty big, there was always groups of teenagers of the same age who would attend the same high school. V for instance had gone to Incheon Science High School along with Jimin, Jeonghan, Taeyong, Sungjae, Nayeon, Sowon, Wheein and a few others.

Most agents attended science high schools as it was highly encouraged by the agency. It was mainly to develop their technical skills such as programming, accurate and quick calculations and data analysis. Those were often helpful when planning or carrying out a mission.

There was a short break before V had another class. The day went by just like that, exiting one class of students only to enter another one. It was also tiring how he had to keep standing up with those heels that felt like thorns to his feet.

It was the last class of the day and V dragged his feet to the classroom. He was pretty sure that even the students were more enthusiastic than him to be having this class. He just wanted to go back to his house, take off the disguise and sleep comfortably.

'One last effort,' he thought to himself as he opened the door.

What he had, however, not expected was to have a pen flying in his direction the moment he had opened it. On reflex, V caught the object between his index and middle finger, eliciting a wave of 'ooh's from the impressed students who had witnessed the action.

The class in itself was absolute pandemonium. There were papers crumpled and thrown around, flying pages of torn books loitering around, boys throwing whatever they could get their hands on at each other and for some strange reason, there was also a random shoe on the teacher's desk.

Yes, this was truly the class V had been warned about during the whole day. Class S.

Yet, he had expected everything but it resembling a kindergarten class with overgrown students fighting among themselves.

V's heels clicked as he walked to his desk, pushing the shoe off and tapping his books on the table. "Stop this mess. It's the last class of the day. Please behave," he said, the higher pitched female voice caused by his microchip echoing through the room.

"The newbie thinks it's that easy," snickered one of the boys as he stood up. "Sorry ma'am, honestly it'll be easier if you just decide to leave on your own."

"Just shut up and take your seats, we're supposed to have a class right now," said the teacher.

"Well, it's a biology class, right? How about we have a little practical session today?" One of the boys - who V recognised as that one guy who had slung his arm around his shoulder earlier that day - smirked as he advanced towards him. His implications were clear as day, causing more smirks and cackles to erupt in the class.

No sooner was he in front of the teacher, however, that the door of the classroom flew open and in walked the Principal. The boy stepped back and rolled his eyes as the class went just a little quieter.

"What is this mess?!" exclaimed the man, his eyes narrowing behind his thin glasses. "You boys better clean up this place or you're all getting detention!"

As expected, no one took him seriously, only laughing it off, saying how funny he was and that they didn't care about detentions. A chair at the back of the classroom fell back, the sharp sound interrupting the cacophony.

The wavy black-haired boy, who V knew very well by now, got up while slinging his back over one shoulder. V had not even noticed that Jungkook was in this class. The boy's seat was completely at the back and he had been previously hidden by all the others who stood up, fighting among themselves.

Yet, as if his presence radiated a sort of intangible power, the room fell almost silent. V could not help the thought from forming in his mind once again. This guy, for sure, had the characteristics of a developing mafia leader.

His gaze was fairly sharp as he looked around but nevertheless, V didn't fail to notice the way his eyes slightly widened for a millisecond as if he was surprised by the attention he had received. He still played it cool and wore a nonchalant expression though.

The elder was starting to find it fascinating to observe this boy's facial expressions and behaviour. V was quite good at deciphering people's faces, which was once again a skill that most agents were trained to master.

What V found especially interesting with this new case was how his behaviour showed one thing yet his expressions, if looked at closely, seemed to show the opposite. It was as if, under his confidence was a thin layer of hesitancy.

He was still bemused by what had happened earlier that day. The way Jungkook had willingly helped him with no sign of malice was very unlikely of someone who he would associate with Baekjun. And when he had left, he had given the vibe of a wannabe badboy more than that of a gangster.

Even this morning, when those boys had been bothering him, Jungkook had been the one to make the first move to leave instead of joining in in their harassment. V knew he shouldn't be thinking too much about it but those were things he still couldn't ignore completely, could he?

Yet, his dominating presence, his influence on the others and the fact that everyone seemed to fear him to some extent, was the undeniable proof that Jungkook had to be the person he was looking for.

He had never been wrong in his judgement in the past and he believed he couldn't be much wrong this time around, but for once, he had this thought that he should maybe dig in a little more before jumping to conclusions.

While V was having his own debate in his mind, Jungkook had walked to the door with a casual, "I'm getting outta here. I've had enough of this shit", without taking the Principal's presence in consideration and had gone out of the class.

"Jeon!" The Principal shouted but was ignored.

Another bunch of boys, which was almost the whole class, followed after Jungkook, ignoring the threats of the enraged Principal. The latter sighed after they had all gone out and turned to the lady standing still in the classroom. "I told you they would be a handful. I'll make sure to have the biology lab repaired as soon as possible so you can have a better environment to work in," he said apologetically.

V simply nodded and it was only after the man had taken his leave that the agent noticed a few students still in the class. They looked quite apprehensive and it didn't take a genius to figure out that those were most probably the kids that often got bullied in here.

He let out a small breath. "I guess we should still be doing the class, hmm?" He rhetorically questioned the 6 remaining students.

They all took out their textbooks and followed V's somewhat mediocre class, considering he barely knew what he was doing but no one really complained and just assumed it was because the teacher was new.

The lesson flowed smoothly and before anyone knew it, the bell rang, signalling the end of the school day which V was very thankful for.

He returned home and was grateful that he hadn't been met with any inconveniences other than his heels making him trip a few times on the uneven streets on his 15-minutes walk back to his house. Thankfully, though, he didn't fall because that would have really been the cherry on top of this crappy day he's had.

The first thing V did upon reaching his home was to rip off the wig and throw it away. He couldn't care less about where it had landed as he kicked off the pair of high heels off his feet, allowing them to finally breathe after this long day. His legs felt sore as he walked to his couch but he was grateful for the cold tiles underneath his soles.

Flopping down on the sofa, he pat around his neck to locate the small microchip that was the voice changer and took that off as well. This one, however, he carefully placed it in a tiny box perched on the coffee table since he knew he couldn't afford losing it.

He leant further into the couch, his legs stretched out and thighs spreading on their own but they soon came to a stop due to the skirt that restricted them from further movement. He groaned before sitting up upright.

Those skirts were gonna be the death of him! He couldn't even move properly in them.

Deciding that the best thing to do would be to change, he walked to the bathroom and turned on the hot water to fill the bathtub before beginning to strip out of his clothes. He easily slipped off the skirt and blouse but then, he was left to struggle with the item he hated the most. The silicone breasts.

Those were such a pain in the ass. They stuck to his skin, tightened his chest and made him sweat profusely all day long. He had come to curse whoever invented it several times during the day, his struggles with the heels, skirt and wig causing him to curse the creator of those as well which eventually led him to cursing the people who were behind all his suffering.

Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok!

After all the people who invented those things only intended it to be for people who would enjoy wearing those. But him, he had been forced into this stupid mission by these 3 devils.

Yes, he wanted to save Jimin but there had to be another way other than him disguising as a woman and teaching stupid kids in a stupid school full of stupid people! He was certain that the terrific trio probably had a lot of fun watching him struggle throughout the day. He scoffed at the thought of them laughing at his expense.

Stepping into the bathtub full of hot water, V felt a scorching sensation on his skin which made him sweat uncontrollably. Yet, the same blistering water made him feel an unexplainable bliss. His muscles relaxed and his body felt loose.

He laid back in the tub, thinking about the day. How horribly it had gone and how utterly relieved he was to be soaking in this bath at home in peace.

He had been tired of having to pretend to be graceful all day long. His cheeks ached from letting out fake polite smiles at everyone. The act he had to put up disgusted him. Having to act timid and shy, purposely stuttering or letting his voice waver ever so noticeably to carry on the act of the fragile little woman. It was sickening!

Right then, the shrill sound of his ringtone pierced the peaceful silence. He glanced at the screen and cursed whilst rolling his eyes. "Honestly, fuck y'all! This was the worst day of my existence and I've had a lot of terrible days!" He grouched the moment he picked up the phone.

"Yeah, good afternoon to you too," Hoseok deadpanned on the video call.

"How the fuck is it a good afternoon when I've just lost my will to live?!" V exclaimed.

"Calm down, will ya?" Yoongi said. "It wasn't even that bad."

"Not even that bad?!"

"Yeah, it was fun watching you trying to walk in heels," Hoseok cackled. Yoongi also let out a snort and tried hiding his smile but failing miserably at that.

V scoffed, "if you've called only to make fun of me, then I suggest you just cut the call. You're only disturbing me during what was supposed to be my relaxing bath time."

"Oh it's not only that. We wanted to congratulate 'Taeyeon' on getting herself a little boyfriend," chortled Hoseok before dissolving into uncontrollable laughter. This time, Yoongi didn't even bother hiding his laugh.

"I'm cutting it," V stated completely serious, a tint of annoyance and anger sounding in his tone.

The two boys on the video call stopped laughing almost immediately and exclaimed, "wait!"

V rolled his eyes and sighed. "What now?"

"Did you get the number of your school guide and macho of a boyfriend?" Yoongi guffawed.

V instantly cut the call in their faces. He was feeling irritated, especially since his 2 friends were mocking him when they had been the ones to put him in this mess in the first place.

He got another call from them right after he had cut the first one. With a roll of his eyes, he picked it up. "I swear to God, if you both start to-" he began but was interrupted by Yoongi.

"Yeah yeah, we've got other things to discuss."

"Oh and what's that exactly?"

"About how you smiled when your boyfie left after showing you the way to the office," Hoseok teased, making Yoongi and himself laugh once again while V glared at them both.

"Ok, ok. We'll stop," Yoongi assured, trying to control his laughter but ended up cracking up once again.

"I did not even smile," V claimed as he rolled his eyes once again. He had lost count of the amount of times he had done that since this morning.

"Oh don't deny it! We have it on tape!" Hoseok exclaimed, sounding unnecessarily prideful for some reason. "But it was seriously cute though. The way you just broke into an involuntary smile after him... is our cold Taehyungie finally melting?"

"Don't call me that," V growled lowly, his eyes hooded and darkened so much that it sent chills down the two olders' spines despite not being directly present in front of him. The stern tone in his voice was almost threatening, making Hoseok gulp. Something in the playful atmosphere shifted into something darker, sombre almost.

Kim Taehyung. The notorious V's real name. A name which was not as famous as its owner. Only very few knew about his first name, so few that it could be counted on one's fingers. It was a name that V had come to hate. No one was allowed to call him that anymore.

At some point, he had allowed a few people to still call him that - those people included the terrific trio as well as his best friend, Jimin - but with time, the name had started to leave a strong distaste in him, so much that he began to loathe it with a burning passion and had forbidden everyone to call him that.

So, when V's whole comportment changed and his aura seemed to have darkened, Hoseok knew he had fucked up.

"I-I'm sorry," he stuttered out an apology. "It j-ust slipped, I did-didn't realise."

V maintained his glare and nodded solemnly, in a way that said, 'it's alright for now but don't you dare repeat that again.'

The tension was thick for a solid minute, so thick that no one dared to speak and Hoseok even seemed like he was controlling his breathing in fear he might enrage V even more.

Feeling suffocated by the dense atmosphere that seemed to spread through the phone screen from V's place to their space, Yoongi cleared his throat. "Uhm... yeah, V. About the mission, did you find anything interesting?"

V nodded, his demeanour appearing to shift as he began to speak, "I feel like I might be on a track. That guy, Jeon Jungkook. Look into him and send me everything you find on him."

"How can you be so sure about him?" Yoongi asked, his tone laced with disbelief. "It's only been one day!"

"You've seen how he is and for now, it's only a strong suspicion. But look into it, I might be right," replied the agent.

His sombre tone gave the hint that he was in no mood to talk for any longer. Yoongi noticed that and simply nodded instead of inquiring further. He ended up cutting the call shortly after.

V tossed his phone to the side and leant back into the tub, sighing. Taehyung. It had been a while since he had last heard the name. It still sounded just as repulsive as ever.

He did not want to dwell further on it for he knew his mind would drift back to a past he did not wish to recall, yet the silence around him only made him think further, made his mind drift further. And before he knew it, images flashed before his eyes, memories and flashbacks flooded his brain.

Unknowingly, a tear slipped past his eye.

As he involuntarily reminisced events that had occured years and years back, he came to the time he used to be a trainee agent. Life used to be so simple back then when Taehyung was 6 or 7 years old.

He recalled how he would train with his friends, compete, help and laugh with each others, unaware of the dangers surrounding them. Unaware that they would be pulled into a world darker than the darkest charcoal.

He recalled how carefree he used to be. Life was good at the time. His cheerful laughter which had not resurfaced ever again resonated in his ears. And soon, he found his thoughts veering from its original course to a certain wavy dark-haired boy.

He recalled his laughter this morning, how light it had sounded. He recalled the smile he had given him as he waved him goodbye, how it had seemed blithe. He recalled how his eyes had crinkled and how his front teeth - which had appeared like those of a rabbit - had peeked when he had smiled.

It made him wonder whether he was truly right about him. That moment had made him doubt all of his assumptions and it still did. The cheery expressions of the boy, though fleeting, had been imprinted in his mind. And he was mildly thankful for it.

Because remembering the sight of his smile and the sound of his laughter brought a feeling of elation to Taehyung. It made him believe that there was light present even in the darkness. That there was goodness even in the evil. That there was still hope even in despair.

♤ end of chapter 3 ♤

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