HIT

5: RM

Nervous to the point of nausea, Jimin waited in front of the building. He could push the bell with the Ahn Jaehoon tag, but he had decided to wait on the sidewalk until the Hawk would come out in order not to make the man feel pressured. By now, it was three past seven and he began to panic whether he should have gone up or not.

When the time on his phone neared five past seven, he went over to the entrance again, but before he could reach out for the bell, the door swung open and a figure in a white dress shirt and black jeans with a paper mask and a cap reading Point Security in red letters almost ran into him.

"Sorry, I could not find the cap," the raspy voice of Ahn said muffled by the mask. Ahn. It felt wrong to use that name.

"Your plan, your timetable, Sir," Jimin responded briefly, busy with taking in the other's appearance.

"Key," was all the man said and Jimin put his car key into the waiting hand and followed after.

"What are you doing?" the Hawk wanted to know with a sharp look when Jimin dropped into the passenger seat.

"Uhm... Getting on the car?" he said confused.

"What for?" the other asked. "I only wanted the car, not you. Don't you have work to be at?"

That left Jimin gaping. First, how utterly rude was that? Second, who in their right mind would lend their car to a complete stranger without being present? For all he knew, the other could ride this thing to North Korea and dump it in a ditch. "But-" he started but was interrupted.

"You can still change your mind and give me a blowjob," the man said bored and let his legs fall open in an obnoxious form of 'be my guest', and Jimin felt his face heating up with embarrassment. How could someone be so blunt about things like that? He would not even dare to speak about sex with his friends, not to speak of strangers.

He recoiled like he had burned his butt on the seat. "No, no thank you. You may leave," he stuttered and closed the passenger door a little harder than intended.

The window rolled down. "I will be back in about three hours," Ahn informed him, and then the department's car drove off. Well, shit.

"Why are you sad? We will follow the tracker on the car," he heard the voice of Ms. Kim. She was riding the new surveillance car and gesturing him to jump in.

With a nod he followed suit. It was better than nothing.

After Jimin had told them what had happened to him at the bar and after (while leaving out that he had been drunk for real and stuttering his way through the fact that the alternative to lending the car had been a blowjob), the team had come to the conclusion that the Hawk had seen the opportunity to get his car by cleverly deceiving him. The question that remained to be answered was what he needed it for, so they had installed a tracker on the vehicle to trace his route.

They had already followed the small red dot into Jung-gu when it suddenly stopped moving. Confused Jimin frowned at the screen of the laptop, then he looked up and his eyes widened.

"Wait, is that our car?" he asked when he saw a similar model in what looked like a traffic accident with a Tesla. A damn Tesla. How could the Hawk hit such an expensive car? Did he not know how to drive?

"Yes," Ms. Kim replied perplexed and twisted her head back when they passed the place. "Plate number! Write it down!" she instructed in a hurry and Jimin almost broke his neck when he tried to glimpse back. Once he had it, he sent it to the team leader to ask for identification of the Tesla guy.

"Do you think it was deliberate?" Ms. Kim asked him when she pulled over so that they could both watch the small red dot that was their poor car.

"No idea," Jimin murmured. All he knew was that he had to prepare for playing shocked once he would receive the wrack.