4. Shit!

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  "So it was really you...". Taehyung said with a sad tone. His eyes were full of emotions while he looked at her. He stepped inside her room with slow yet calculated steps, which made her even more nervous. "W-What are you talking about, Tae?" She still tried to save her own ass, but deep down, she knew the outcome of this. Taehyung walked closer to her and pointed at her. The anger in his eyes held even little bits of sadness.

"It was you who ate my fucking cookies!" He yelled loudly. A wave of relief washed over her. He wasn't talking about the mission. Y/N thought she was caught and had to go face the consequences. The sigh of relief was caught by Taehyung. He looked at her with hurt eyes. However, Y/N was quick to defend herself. She put her hands up and responded quickly.

"It wasn't me. I think it was Jimin!" She said quickly, and Taehyungs head snapped to the door. He huffed loudly and yelled loudly. "What?! Ugh, that shortie again!" Taehyung stormed out. She could hear him yelling at Jimin for a moment, and then she heard Jimin yelling at her. "Yah, Y/N, why the fuck would you screw me over like that?!" Y/N laughed to herself for a few seconds before yelling back at him. "Why wouldn't I?! I'm the youngest; I still have a life to live. Tae would've killed me for sure!" She could hear Jimin scoff, which made the grin on her face wider than before. "I am only 8 years older!" He yelled furiously. "Exactly! I have to catch up for those 8 years!" She heard Jimin gasp, and a second later, she heard someone hit another person. "What the hell?!" Jimin hissed from the pain in his left arm.

In the years that she had been at DIA, she had never gotten a real smile on her face. She had never laughed truly without having to worry about who she had to betray, kill or arrest days, hours or even minutes later. But since she had stepped foot within this house, joy has filled her body, and it scared her more than anything she had ever been. Joy means hope, and hope means weaknesses.

A scream from Jimin echoed through the halls as Taehyung ran after him trying to hit him for stealing his cookies. The amount of noise they made was easily audible from most rooms inside the mansion. Jungkook was in his office trying to do his work, but the yelling of those three didn't really help him finish his work. He could hear them running through the house, yelling and fighting each other. At one point, he was so fed up with them that he stormed out of his office and went straight to the kitchen.

But shit, he didn't expect that.

Once he stepped into the kitchen, he saw that Taehyung had one hand on his bloody nose while his other hand had a handful of Y/N hair in his grip. Y/N her hair looked wild while she was trying to kick him while Jimin was trying to get away from an angry Y/N who was throwing punches at anyone that was near her. Jimin had blood on his fist, which explained why Taehyung his nose was bleeding. Y/N had a bloody lip, same as Jimin and Taehyung had a distressed look on his face, while the other two looked like they could kill one another at any moment.

Jungkook just stood there with his mouth open and yelled to get them to stop. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" His voice was so loud and held so much authority that the three just stopped moving. Three heads just turned at the same time to the person who yelled. Jungkook signed and asked who started it. They pointed all to someone else.

"It was Y/N!" Jimin said while pointing at her. She scoffed loudly and threw a punch at his ribs. Jimin tried hitting her, but he failed miserably. "What, no! It was Tae!" Y/N defended herself while looking at Jimin with an angry expression. Taehyung just looked at Y/N with his mouth wide open, shocked by her words. "Wtf, no, it was Jimin!" Tae yelled at Y/N with wide eyes. Jungkook closed his eyes frustratedly and rubbed his head.

They started to fight once again, and now he was just so done with them that he took his gun and shot at one of the vases. Three eyes looked at the vase and back at Jungkook.

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