BULLETPROOF 1: Kim Namjoon

Chapter 1 | The Leader

Namjoon's POV

"Nam Ji-Hye? That name sounds... like someone I'd probably run into at a coffee shop and accidentally spill my drink on," Taehyung mused, lounging on the couch with that deep, philosopher vibe he always carries around.

I nodded, too tired to argue with his weird analogy. Honestly, I was just looking for a comfortable spot to sit after a long day off... well, being too cool for my own good.

I glanced over at Jin, who was acting like a genius at the corner of the room, typing away on his laptop, clearly researching everything he could about Jihye.

"Oh! Namjoon, look what I found!" Jin announced  without even bothering to look up, pointing at the screen as though he just discovered the secret to life itself.

I got up and walked over, eager to see what kind of juicy gossip he uncovered. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I saw the information on the screen.

"Whoa," I muttered.

"I didn't know she was 'that' connected."

"Looks like you have to stay away from her." Jin smirked, stretching as if he had just solved world peace.

I couldn't tear away  my eyes from the screen.

"Hey Namjoon, why are you so affected by this? You told us you barely met her?" Jin called from across the room, now lying on the couch with his head comfortably planted on Taehyung's lap.

To be honest, I don't know either. I don't even know why I immediately requested Jin to find informations about her when I just got home.

I pulled something out of my pocket and placed it in the table.

"Hyung, When did you start smoking?!" Taehyung shouted in horror, making Jin sit up straight

I couldn't help but grin at their reaction. "I don't smoke,"

"I just 'borrowed'l it." I replied casually.

Jin rolled his eyes dramatically. "He's smiling like a crazy person. Honestly, that's a disease I don't think even a doctor can cure."

I chuckled, remembering how I snatched the pack of cigarettes from some random guy in the parking lot earlier.

He was standing right next to the "No Smoking" sign, making my blood boil. So, I took action. When he wasn't looking, I swooped in like a ninja and snatched the pack.

And the best part? Jihye was the one who got blamed for it, just because she happened to walk by at the wrong time.

Classic.

"Yeah, he really has lost it," Taehyung muttered, shaking his head as he walked out of the room.

I didn't care. I was too busy grinning like a fool. I remembered the way Jihye noticed the fake details of my gun and immediately realized it was fake.

She was quick— like, TOO quick for my liking. How did she figure that out so easily?

I glanced at the computer again, still unable to shake the thought of her.

"She's related to Jimin, after all" I whispered to myself.

Jimin is a member of my Gang,

(Note) He's the one always knows what to do. That's why his code name is "the bait" of our group. He's also the one who makes the plan of every gang battles because of his fast moves and good instincts.