"There are thousands of alleyways he could have taken from there. He could be near the Sungnyemun Gate by now, or heading toward Myeong-dong as we speak! Oh for the love of Madfet, you had one job!"

Yoongi has never sounded so aggravated. Taehyung makes note of it. "What do you mean, we had one job? You gave us no lead!"

"No lead? Why did you think we had you hang out with Jaewon in the first place?"

Taehyung feels slightly nauseous at the disclosure. "What? Are you telling me you were suspecting Jaewon all this time?"

"Were you not listening during the briefing we had in May regarding this specific mission? I sure recall Namjoon mentioning something about keeping our enemies closer."

That's it. Taehyung is going to vomit right there, on the pavement, surrounded by tourists wearing pointy hats and a vampire who is never letting this die down. He feels used. Dirty. Extremely foolish. And about to throw up.

In the back of his mind, however, something rings a bell. He's never been a field agent until today — or so he thought — which explains why he rarely pays attention when the discussion touches upon field tactics and the like.

Next to him, the vampire is suspiciously quiet. Taehyung is not ready to withstand the incoming taunting he partially deserves, and racks his brains to stay on the phone a little while longer. "Hyung, can you try and check the street cams by any chance?"

Yoongi's answer comes swiftly. "We cannot rely on human tech for basic jobs such as tailing. Taping into their surveillance feeds would be detected as a hacking attempt and the last thing we want is to raise suspicion. You do remember we are a secret organization, don't you?"

The sarcasm is unmistakable. Taehyung doesn't have it in him to object. "I'll think of something," he ends up uttering before hanging up, helpless.

The last thing he expects is the gentle tap on his shoulder, and the words that accompany the soft touches. "Hey, Bonnie. It's going to be fine. We can still find that schmuck of yours before he does any harm."

Despite the nickname, Taehyung doesn't sense any malice in the other's tone. Up until now, he really had no idea the vampire could express any sort of compassion whatsoever. It's a rather pleasant surprise, to have his malaise acknowledged. Straightening himself up, he finally musters enough courage to face his partner. "Does that mean you have a plan? We don't even know what kind of artifact he got his hands on."

Jungkook's eyes sparkle with mischief. "I believe he's invited you to a party tonight."

Oh. Right. "It's a costume party," Taehyung reminds him.

"Then let's start shopping."

The witch figures now is a good time to take a stand. "I'm not wearing a skirt."

The vampire is all smiles when he says, "just trust me".

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"Are you done yet?"

Jungkook feels like Taehyung has been inside this fitting room forever.

"I—I can't reach—" It sounds like the witch is struggling with his costume.

"Do you need any help?" Jungkook asks, though he's not sure why.

"A little assistance would be nice. I can't lace up this cors-" Taehyung hushes as he senses a presence behind him. It suddenly occurs to him that the vampire's strength is something he has no control over. "Please don't use force. My bones cannot sustain the same pressure yours do."

Jungkook stares at the mirror, meeting Taehyung's gaze. "Do you not trust me, Sabrina?"

"Why would I trust a vampire who insists on calling me all kinds of names but mine?"

Jungkook's hands reach for the silk ribbons and start pulling on the loops. His swift movements suggest it's not the first time he's done this. Taehyung cannot help but wonder why he's being so gentle, making sure his pulls do not cause any discomfort. Once he gets to the last grommet, Jungkook tightens the lace before tying it in a fancy bow. Staring at him once again, the vampire reiterates his question. "Do you trust me now, Taehyung?"

The witch does, but remains quiet, eyes locked on the fangs dangerously close to his sternocleidomastoid muscle.

Jungkook snorts. "Besides, how is a dead witch going to get me into that party we need to crash tonight?"

"You are really insufferable," Taehyung retorts, angry that he let himself be at the mercy of such an unpredictable character.

"And you are absolutely—" The words don't come out of Jungkook's mouth which presently hangs open, gaze taking in Taehyung's dressed-up figure. "Wait." He finally snaps out of it. "You're missing the main accessory."

He disappears only to return within a split second with a pair of huge black wings. This time, it is Taehyung's jaw that drops ostensibly. "Are those—?"

"Hoseok's feathers? They sure are. Pretty things, aren't they?"

"Where did you get them from?"

"The vault, where else?"

"When did you retrieve them?"

"A moment ago, when you were suiting up."

Taehyung crosses his arms, unhappy. "The office is 30 minutes away, by human speed."

"Yeah. So?"

"We're not supposed to be using our powers."

"It's a BS rule and you know it. Besides, that hoverboard of yours would bite the dust if it weren't for your telekinesis."

Touché.

Taehyung ignores the obvious trigger and stares at his reflection in the cheval-glass. "So, fallen angel it is, then."

"You wouldn't make for a credible vampire. I mean, your features are just too — angelic."

Again with the gibes that sound like compliments in disguise. Taehyung choose to disregard those as well and tugs on his leather biker gloves, taking in his black organza covered frame.

Something on Jungkook's face twitch. "Are you going to keep those ratty things on your hands?" Now that he thinks about it, he realizes he has never seen Taehyung without gauges, except maybe to type on his computer.

"Of course," Taehyung replies categorically.

"Alright. Then how about you try these instead?" Jungkook has evidently just snatched the velvet items from their display racks without the witch noticing anything.

The gloves are soft and sheeny, almost slipping through his fingers as he motions toward Taehyung's hand. "Here, let me."

But the witch jerks back, placing his fists behind him, out of reach. "I'll do it."

"Hey. I don't bite."

"Ha. Ha."

Both men still for a moment before tiny giggles bubble in their chest. Behind the heavy curtains, a shop assistant makes his presence known. "How are we doing with the corset?"

Jungkook peeks out. "We'll take the lot."

"Can we afford all this?" Taehyung asks, slightly nervous.

Jungkook pulls a platinum plastic from his wallet, making the witch gasp. "Is that a business credit card?"

"The perks of being a field agent, sweet Mildred."

"But, what about your costume?"

"I'm sure I have a bloodstained tuxedo somewhere. Should do the trick, don't you think?"

Taehyung rolls his eyes but doesn't object. He, too, knows that sometimes, flaunting your identity is the best way to hide it.

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