Note: For anyone that might get confused with future chapters, ima let you all know beforehand. Jeon Jungkook, is the MMC, however he goes around with an alias, as he's a hidden(?) citizen.

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Jungkook's PoV

Loud music thudded through the building as large, meaty men in suits, pushed the dancing visitors aside, building a clear path for Jungkook to walk through. They only needed to shove about one or two drunk dancers, before the entire dance floor seemed to still, acknowledging the new man's presence. Harsh odours of liquor, smoke, sweat and other substances wafted about the room, through and in between the seas of people, creating a thick, humid blanket of air.
The lights above continued flashing, and the female entertainers only momentarily slowed to sneak a peek at him.

Was he a celebrity? Perhaps a famous businessman? With a face like his, being an ordinary citizen was far out of the question, particularly in a club like this, where only the rich and powerful gathered.

Keeping his eyes on the ground, Jungkook continued walking, his feet steadily tapping across the marble flooring with each step, and unfazed by the relentless staring. One step after the other, with his hands in his pocket, he took note of the different types of glares people around him shot. The women, as usual, stared him up and down with lust ridden eyes, licking their lips and throwing winks his way, after only milliseconds of eye contact. Some were curious, tilting their heads as he was a man. A man who frequented the club, yet no one knew of his name or who he was, but still managed to garner all the attention in the room from simply partaking in the bare minimum.

As he continued his gauging of the crowd around him, a blurred figure in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Like a shadow, the moment he lifted his head, it disappeared. Jungkook tutted, "It seems that all it takes is a week in Milan and security wanes to this extent so soon."

"Sir? Did you say something?" A bodyguard leaned closer, to catch his quiet words.

"What company did you say you're from?" He tilted his head, scrutinising the head guard from head to toe. There was a particular look in his eye. His irises shone a deranged shade of brown, so dark, that they looked like empty chasms rather than eyes. A recurring smirk curled on the ends of his lips, and its small quirk revealed a glinting canine, just as sinister.

The head guard's eyes widened and he stepped back, bowing a perfect ninety degrees, before barking confidently. "Oh Minsung, of Geum Safety, at your service, Mr. Jung!"

"Ahh...so you work for the Jeon's, I presume?" He paused, meeting the eyes of a woman far ahead, watching as she lifted her hand. Instantly, music began banging through the giant speakers up front with three times their volume. The sudden shift in setting, and flashier lights ordained the clubbers into a more energetic mood, and they entirely forgot Jeon Jungkook's presence.

Waves of people on either side of the parted sea crashed back into each other, no longer dazed under his compelling spell. The bodyguards grunted as they attempted to hold their ground, trying for a ring of protection around their client. "I— do." Minsung muttered loud enough, in response to Jungkook's question. He was standing directly in front of Jungkook, his two hands out in a T-shape as they slowly shuffled amidst the densely packed club, towards the staircase.

"Oh? Does that mean you're the best? I've heard rumours about how they only employ the best and that's it?" He lowered his head, whispering into the bodyguard's ear.

"I suppose so..." the latter groaned, flinching when a random elbow flew into his nose. "Fuck..."

"Well..." Jungkook mused, his twisted grin widening. "You should better watch out then." His final words were like a flurry of icy air against the shell of Minsung's ear, forcing his reflexes into action.

The head bodyguard swung his head to meet Jungkook's expression, but just as his confused stare grazed a set of hollow eyes, an agonising pain ripped through his stomach.
Swivelling his head to the direction of the attack, his eyes grew, seeing a small woman glued to his body. She growled, her feral expression darkening as she continuously pulled out and then plunged the knife in her hands in and out of him. In the brief moment, amongst his anguish that he managed to read her face, he only saw one thing. A strong incentive to kill. To commit murder.

Stumbling, the chief bodyguard scrunched his eyebrows and planted both of his palms on the woman's shoulders pushing her away. Persistently, she screamed, dodging past him to charge at Jungkook.

A pounding sensation in Minsung's his veins made his head throb, as his eyes rolled back from the teetering in his mind. His feet staggered and he clutched his wound, gasping as crimson blood oozed through the crevices between his fingers. He had been stabbed before— countless times throughout his career as a bodyguard; just...never like this. With a final choke, Minsung's head lolled to the side, bringing his body crashing down, onto one of his junior's, and white foam soon began simmering out of his mouth.

Jungkook smoothly dodged to the side as the woman rampaged in his direction. With ease, he caught her armed wrist, twisting her around and pressing her back to him. He chuckled darkly in her ear. "I wasn't aware I had enemies as beautiful as you." Using his other hand, he caught the bloody knife in her hand, tugging it away. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate this from you, you've caused quite the ruckus." He prodded his head in the direction of the convulsing body on the floor.

Luckily the music was far too loud, the lights extremely flashy, and along with bodyguards on either side, not a single soul noticed that a person had just died in that club. He had been murdered, his final puffs of air climbing up his throat, at a torturous pace and no one had seen.

Settling onto the plush sofa, of a VVIP room— the only VVIP room— in the club, Jungkook spread his legs, comfortably and watched as the woman was thrown to the ground. She panted, sweat and tears painting her face the darkest shades of fear and frustration, along side her trembling fingers and the quiet breaths that threatened to leave her nose. With a flick of his wrist, the bodyguards left the room, devotedly bowing, until it was only them in the room.

"Well?" He arched his brow, beckoning the woman to come closer. "You have me alone now, without any protection, do what you want." His tone dripped with a concentrated mix of pure mockery and underlying threat.

The woman snarled like a ferocious dragon, hot, angry zephyrs shooting from her nostrils.

"Oh— I see— you need your weapon, don't you?" Jungkook feigned a gasp, before reaching for the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out the woman's knife from earlier, and holds it between his thumb and forefinger, occasionally glancing at the woman ahead. "So, Sin Nari, would you be so kind and explain what I've done to you, that you felt the need to coat your weapon in poison, too?"

Nari snarled, spitting angrily at his feet before throwing daggers with her fiery gaze. "Fuck you!"

"Ouch," Jungkook playfully pouted, jutting his bottom lip out as he rubbed his chest. "That's quite harsh, no? I am the victim here after all."

A scoff tumbled out of Nari's lips, her face hardened, eyes growing more bloodshot and scarlet with each second that ticked by. "You murderer! You killed him! You fucking bastard!"

"That's quite the accusation, doll." He leered, pausing to admire himself in the stained reflection of the blade. "Are you sure you can handle the repercussions?" Leaning forwards, he tilted Nari's chin up with his forefinger, turning her head left to right, before murmuring, "it would be quite the waste of a pretty face too." Jungkook shook his head. "Tell me, though. What made you bet all your cards on the idea that I'm your criminal, I might not be?"

Nari gritted her teeth, holding the intense eye contact with Jungkook. Fewer words were spoken in those few moments, but a thousand words told. She knew she was too far down the road to turn back by now, and now it was solely her and her nerve. "Park Seonghwa. You killed him."

The man in front of her paused, looking up as if to shuffle through the library of his mind, for a book titled, 'Park Seonghwa'. He frowned. "Doesn't ring a bell— I do know a Park Jimin— oh right— I do know Park Seonghwa." Jungkook suddenly exclaimed, a smirk stretching across his lips. "Great worker, I'd never seen reports for the port look so organised." A dramatic sigh left him. "If only he hadn't paired up with my enemies— would have kept him otherwise."

"So you did kill him."

"Ah accusations, again. Since you seem to be so grief stricken— I'll let do you do what you want, here." The playful tone returned to his voice as he tossed a clean knife in her lap, his entire front still leaning across— in proximity with hers. "It's a one time chance, take it and I'll let you walk out, free of charge." He bargained, letting his finger trail away from her chin, down the column of her throat.

It didn't take Nari a breath to decide. Amidst her hot fury, all logical reasoning had dissolved into stupidity, causing her reasoning to deter from its usual intelligence. Snatching the knife, Nari did not hesitate to plunge the sharp, pointed blade into Jungkook's shoulder, screaming as she did show. In a vexed mission to make him feel the same, if not more, pain that she had suffered the past few days, she twisted the knife, hoping it would increase his ache.

Jungkook didn't even wince. He smirked as he watched her growl, like a psychotic animal, trapped in a cage her entire life, only just grazing an ocean of freedom. He thought it was entertaining, seeing people lose their minds, and any sense of logic the moment a tornado of grief tore through their hearts.

Anger, sadness, frustration, pain. They were all emotions humans felt, and each had an ability to inflict stronger mental agony than they could ever physically. He, himself, had the damned luxury of experiencing those emotions, like a TV, in the clearest setting. So powerful and strong, each pixel of hurt, fury and woe cut deeper than any blade. But here he still stood, on top of the world. He refused to give up to the nature of human emotions, he denied falling so low, that he'd be game to even the smallest of prey.

Wrapping his hand around Nari's wrist, he slowly pulled out the knife from his shoulder, grinning. "Now before I let you go, answer my question." He forced the weapon from her fingers, "do you know who I am?" Tossing the knife to the side, his hand gripped her face, each finger digging dangerously hard into her cheeks.

Nari's voice sounded quietly, hardly above a whisper. "A man..."

Jungkook tilted his head. "I'm not a fan of smart asses." Despite being clean and trimmed, his nails were pressing deep red imprints onto her fair skin; a thrilling contrast.

As she struggled to swallow, Nari's hand trembled, wrapping around Jungkook's wrist in a rending attempt to loosen his vice-like grip. She shook her head. "A man— he called— he said that you killed him. You killed Park Seonghwa."

Jungkook stilled, the Cheshire Cat grin disappearing from his features, replaced with a more serious expression. "A man?"

"I was looking for my husband— he hadn't come for days and I got a call from a restricted number." Words and tears began tumbling out of her, her will to live and at least pursue her husband's name. Here other hand crept to rest on her lower stomach. Park Seonghwa may have no longer lived beside her, but he was now in her. His seed, a reminder of his love; his child. The fear disguised as courage uncloaked itself in the final breath as her blade lifted in the air. She couldn't kill a man. Regardless of how much of a bastard he may have been, Nari could not bring herself to slit that devil's throat. "He told me Jung Jaehyung was my criminal. I'd find him on this night at The Jack'n the Box, a handsome man, with dark hair and unsettling smile, surrounded by bodyguards on all four sides."

Just as Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, "isn't that kind of you—" his eyes flicked to the door, and his eyebrows straightened. It didn't take long for the door to slam open, a figure emerging from the darkness. She strutted in, long legs confidently balancing on expensive heels one after the other. Grabbing Nari's arm, he pulled her to the side, realising the firearm in the newcomers hand. She had it aimed straight for her. "EMILY!" He roared, standing to his feet narrowing his eyes at her, dangerously. "What the fuck are you doing?!

Ignoring him, she continued forwards, an emotionless expression sitting on her face. She raised the gun again, and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

A sharp noise boomed inside the room, as Emily's slender arm jerked back, her balance wavering. She dropped the gun, frowning as a cramp casted in her forearm. "Ouch.."

Jungkook's head whipped in Nari's direction, his fists clenching as his eyes followed a trail of blood splatters leading to her arm. At that moment a group of body guards filtered into the room, throwing Emily to the floor and pointing their guns at her. "The fuck did no one stop her?" He barked, loosening his tie as he paced forwards. "Is this why you all take my money— to loiter around, unable to do simple jobs. First that damned head who could not fend himself, not even for his life, let along another, and now this?!"

"Apologies, Mr Jung. We were chasing after her— but she seemed to have gotten the better of us—"

Jungkook scoffed. "Take this woman to the hospital and do not bother returning, unless you want a bullet in each of your foreheads."

One by one, the body guards exited, taking Nari, who writhed in pain, with them. Sighing loudly, Jungkook fell back onto the leather sofa he was previously sat on, combing his fingers through his hair. Emily, who remained in her defenceless position crawled forwards as her deep pants filled the room. One she was close enough, she rested her chin on Jungkook's thigh, a childish pout on her lips while she stared up at Jungkook. Her perfectly manicured nails trailed lines up and down his thighs edging closer and closer to his groin. "Are you angry?" she whispered, frustrated her gaze wasn't meeting Jungkook's.

"Emily." Jungkook gritted. "Why are you here?"

"Is it really such a surprise I'm here to see my husband?" Her lips wobbled, eyes filling with crocodile tears. "What were you doing with her? Are you cheating on me?"

"Emily. Leave." Letting his fingers press onto his temples, Jungkook spoke a final time, he tone anything but humorous.

"But—"

"Listen here, you fucking bitch," Jungkook seethed his patience finally snapping. His fingers tangled into Emily's hair, pulling hard at the roots to detach her from himself, and her head was jerked back. "I am not your husband. There is nothing between us. You had no fucking right to barge in here and shoot that woman— especially when you know I don't deal with those kinds of people!"

Emily moaned in pain, her hands flying to ease Jungkook's grip. "J-Jungkook—"

"Don't you fucking dare say my name— the only reason I've let you live so long is because of the respect I have for your parents— otherwise your corpse would've been rotting six feet under, with my bullets in your head, years ago."

With a loud groan, Jungkook threw his head back, taking a deep inhale of the cigarette pinched between his fingers. It was finally silence in the room, and he gladly relished it, knowing it wouldn't be too long before he'd be surrounded by all sorts of people— and problems— again. Because that was all what people brought to him. Shutting his eyes, Jungkook let the grey clouds of smoke roll out of his mouth and nostrils, before noticing a buzz in his pocket.

"What?" He grunted holding the phone to his ear, however his expression was quick to morph. The irritation dissipated from his face, a sly smirk sneaking in its place. "Oh?"

Jungkook listened the person speak on the other end of the phone, humming as he tapped the end of the cigarette on an ashtray fixed onto the arm of the couch.

"Accept it." He hummed. "It's about time I show them I'm not a common street thug they're dealing with." Jungkook paused before pronouncing again. "And I'd like you to track someone down."

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Jia's PoV

Jia's heart pounded an unsettling feeling brewing in the pit of her stomach, amongst the sudden shock that rattled herself to the core. Sadness was not something she initially felt— simply shock. Her lips trembled as her eyes scoured the expression on Seonah's face, as if trying to convince herself it was a joke. It had to be. Park Jimin was far too experienced to just...die, like that. Undoubtedly, Jungkook was a formidable opponent, but Jimin certainly wasn't far off. He was the NIS' top agent.

But more than that, he was her friend. They had joined the NIS together, worked so many cases, climbed to the top, been each other's shoulders to lean on when family and friends weren't around. Jimin's face flashed before her eyes, the last time she saw him before he went undercover. His jovial eye smile, the dimples beside his eyes, his toothy grin and the high pitched laughter that effortlessly rolled out of his mouth. He would always switched out that laugh for a more, deeper and masculine laugh when talking to girls.
There was no way that man was dead, no longer there to comfort her when times would get tough, never to grace herself with his squeaky hysterics again. She refused to believe it.

"You're joking." She whispered, doubt spilling from her tone. "There's no way— he can't have—"

"Truthfully, a body was found. Blood splatters were found near the pier, one's that match his DNA, and a body along some of his belongings were also found, near a fishing hut." Seonah solemnly confessed, intertwining her fingers.

"The body— it can't be him— did you check the DNA." Jia exclaimed, interrupting. "You're so quick to say he's dead— he's clearly not!"

"Jia..." Her boss gently mumbled, stepping out of her role as a boss for a quick moment. "The body was so badly scorched, it was beyond DNA testing. When evidence like that is burned in a flame higher than five hundred degrees Celsius, DNA testing gets difficult. With the testing that we managed, have reason to believe that the body found, was torched in a flame as hot as fourteen hundred degrees Celsius. The bones were disintegrating."

Jia gasped, denying the horrible images that forced themselves into her mind. "No." She shook her head. "No. There's no fucking way he just ditched on me like that. No way. I won't believe you! You said there was only his blood splatters and belongings to guess it was him— I don't believe you! Jimin is far too smart, he's probably gone into hiding."

Lee Seonah sighed, ushering the girl to sit down. "That leaves me to the next topic I'd like to discuss with you." She took a deep breath, "I think it would be smart if you sit out of this case."

Every cell in Jia's body frosted over, as fear and frustration coated her nerves. "What...?"

Seonah nodded. "I think you should go home and take some time off work. This case, that bastard Jeon Jungkook is clearly nothing like we thought, and especially with Jimin's death, I don't think it would be healthy for you to continue. As our second best, I have no doubt in your skills, I'm simply worried for your health, Jia."

"No. Don't say that. You're not even sure if he's really dead!"

"Jia, calm down."

"No. I won't drop this case. I'm perfectly fine— actually, I'm fucking furious. I've worked on this case for so many month, but it was for other people. Now it's fucking personal. Do not deny me the right to avenge a friend— a brother— a fellow agent!" She breathed heavily as each word left her lips. The fire on her tongue was no where near in comparison to the sizzling hot fury her heart was set alight in.

"Jia you cannot let your emotions get the best of you!" Seonah bursted, slamming her hands on the desk. "I will not let you risk yourself, the mission or any of your fellow agents like that!"

Jia's voice simmered down to a gentle whisper, for the first time in so long a sheen of water sitting atop her eyes. "Seonah. Please. I need to do this. His face— I can see it. He wanted this the most— more than anything— if not for myself, for you, for the NIS, for him." She refused to cry though. Every muscle in her body strained against the thought of showing a hint of weakness. Now was not the time for that.

Slumping on her chair, Seonah let her head fall back, lightly tapping it onto the head rest behind her. "Alright." She exhaled. "I'll let you stay."

"Thank you—"

"On the condition that if you do not get me results within the next five months, you'll be on a plane to Rwanda, in place of Agent 005, guarding the South Korean ambassador for his trip in six months."

"Of course—" Jia grinned. "I'll get you them—"

Seonah held up her palm. "No." Reaching for the lowest drawer at her desk, she pushed the previous papers to the side and roughly tossed it infront of her. "You're going with this plan.

You'll be infiltrating Geum Entertainment."

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Would've had Jungkook stabbed with the poison laced knife Minsung was stabbed with— but logically, that meant HIV (and that I'd have to spin something up about poison immunity 🙄)

Giving the main lead AIDS isn't a good look so I had to change plans 😭

And sorry for the wait guys, slightly longer chapter to make it up to you guys!!