-eleven
Im Nayeon found herself in a new world as soon as she had stepped in the Headquarters of their so-called enemy.
Her eyes were very much used to the shiny glassware and spotless clean and wasn't really ready for the dark underground tunnels and the happy smiles she was welcomed with.
She knew the overall gist of the situation and she knew well enough about Kim Taehyung and those gross rumours amongst the mafia.
"Apparantly, he wiped out an entire clan just because his sister was slightly injured.."
"...100 years old but pretends to be young. That's his ability.."
"He killed his own sister for family wealth."
Nayeon had rolled her eyes at the last one. She had seen Kim Jennie yesterday, very much alive and gorgeous and couldn't even look away. Talk about being pathetic.
The room she had been given was lit up with nothing but wax candles which surprisingly didn't seem to flicker even in the slight provocation. Nayeon had found this all very interesting and excitement bubbled inside her as she strolled out of her room after a good night's sleep.
The corridor was drenched with darkness, making it impossible to make out what time of the day it was. She was greeted by a familiar mop of blonde, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"Slept well?"
Nayeon seemed to have startled the poor guy as he jumped all the while sending a glare before recovering from his sleepiness.
"The room's are too hot." he grumbled.
The female grinned before walking alongside the other towards the meeting room.
"Say, Hyunjin. What do you think of your partner?"
The blonde let out a huge yawn this time, pink mouth stretched open, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.
"Yeah yeah, he's fine. His ability's pretty sick."
The duo stood before the meeting room, before opening the door and stepping inside the darkness.
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Jeongguk was hating this.
His partner was too talkative, too active for a gloomy monday morning. He seemed to constantly hum this one song which strangely sounded like Taylor Swift as he fiddled with the air freshner.
Jeongguk gritted his teeth. He tried to shut his brain up, silently pleading to not think about the billion germs crawling the freshner now. He gripped his steering wheel tighter, refraining from yelling at the other.
It all still seemed skeptical. Seokjin's decision on teaming with their so called "rivals". He couldn't find a loophole in their organisation which Azure Nation could fill. Especially not after he had seen them. None of them seemed to be capable enough to Jeongguk. Except for one.
"The second victim. A Gifted named Suzuki Hideshi." Taehyung scrunched his nose as his eyes skimmed over the report.
Jeongguk was glad the mask covered the smile on his face at Taehyung's ridiculous expression.
"Hell yeah! This dude deserves to rot in hell." Taehyung said after throwing the file on the dashboard, "Twelve rape cases? Twenty pending sexual assault cases? Where the fuck is the police?"
Jeongguk sighed as he eyed the road before him. A few days ago, Yoongi had come to the Headquarters, drenched in sweat, shaken to the core, carrying an unconscious Taehyung. As hurried words poured out of his mouth, an eerie feeling crept in him.
What kind of a Gifted didn't use their own abilities?
The car came to a screeching halt outside an abandoned hut almost falling apart. Taehyung stepped out first, walking towards the direction of the Gifted's abode as Jeongguk followed behind.
Hideshi, like Akane had been missing for a weak. He used to work at a drug store for supporting his science school fees. But after the store got shut down due to lack of maintenance and funds, Hideshi was rendered jobless.
Black trash bags were littered around the hut and Jeongguk wondered how a person could even breathe here, forget about living.
It was Taehyung (of course) who pushed opened the door tentatively, hands gripping the revolvers as the outside light streamed in, clearing out the darkness. The overwhelming stench of Cadaverine and blood seeped through his mask, bile rising in his throat. Jeongguk could feel his vision waver slightly as he fisted his sweaty palms.
"Jesus."
Jeongguk looked up to see a man hanging from the ceiling, a red scarf around his neck, dried blood near his feet, followed by blowflies feeding off the dead skin.
He had seen enough to not recoil at the sight but the smell made him want to run outside for the comforting smell of pine and lemons. However, he watched as Taehyung walked towards the corpse, mouth uncovered and unfazed.
"Piece of shit. Deserved it."
Jeongguk found himself mentally agreeing and walk deeper inside the hut.
What seemed like arrays of chemicals and glass apparatus were lined on the dusty walls, half broken, which explained the horrible smell and the garbage outside. Papers were lying on the floor, all crumpled and torn. Some bright white and some old with yellowed pages. Taehyung bend down to pick one of the papers, hands now covered with white latex gloves.
Jeongguk wanted to leave as fast as possible so he went back to the hanging corpse and clicked a few pictures from various angles before calling up the forensic department.
The ravenette was strangely silent as they reached back to the car, arms filled with zipper pouches containing all the evidences collected.
Taehyung was deep in thought as Jeongguk started the car, eyeing the male from the corner of his eyes.
Back at Quadrant, he had heard a few rumours of Taehyung being good looking but he really wasn't ready to be hit on the face full fledged by the information. On contrary to his beauty was his myriad personality, the weird glint in his eyes and the easy-going grin didn't quite match.
The familiar streets came into view as they entered the town area, bustling with the morning afternoon people, and it took him a whole minute to realise that Taehyung was staring at him.
"What?" he asked, looking back at the other.
"Ever heard of Operation Eclipse?"
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god i am literally updating after ages jkfjrk. this chapter was in gguk's point of view, hope ya'll liked it.
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lots of love.
cassandra <3
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