HIT

11: the plan

Jopok is an expression for organized crime groups in South-Korea. Don't confuse it with the gangs.

Yoongi had spent most of the time in the safe house with cooking. He had not been able to think of anything else he could distract Jimin with like V had told him to do right after the man had shouted at him for five minutes straight how he could have been so stupid to make a baby cop kill someone with a knife and that he should go and fucking shower the cop with hugs. The tech seemed to understand Jimin much better than Yoongi could, so he would leave the thinking to him for now.

However, it was not exactly easy to find tasks in the kitchen that did not ask for a knife, but after the breakdown he had witnessed, he did not want to push it. So, in the end he had searched his brain for any recipe with dough he had ever made and had declared Jimin the dough chef. And in extension the peeling chef. V had told him to face the knife problem sometime soon though because he could not stand the thought that his plan had incapacitated someone to cook for themself.

On day four, an operator finally sent him his new address and they could leave this concerningly domestic life behind. When he asked why it had taken so long, they had answered that the remains of the triads in Seoul had to be taken care of before they wanted him in the field again. He was grateful and a little ashamed that he would fuck over the organization that had kept him employed and protected for so long. But like V had said, he wanted out. He had spent the prime of his life jumping from one job to the next without a break. He wanted to try new things, maybe buy a proper home with a proper bed and a bathtub and sound system. Or establish a hobby, get a dog. Or -and that was a dream he did not dare to think about too much- find a partner.

"Can we get some of my clothes?" Jimin asked him once they had looked around in the new apartment, that looked exactly like the last one down to Yoongi's collection of foreign liquors. The baby cop had held himself well the last days. It was only showing in the lines around his eyes that his sleep was not as easy as it should be.

"Not now," Yoongi decided. "It's too dangerous." Not necessarily for Jimin, but rather for him. Getting the cop back to his apartment was taking a risk because Yoongi could not tell what was waiting there for him. The whole force was probably lurking around the area since their duckling had gone missing. He did not want to risk running straight into their arms. Murder, after all, was murder, even if the dead where the assaulters.

"When can we go then?" Jimin wanted to know.

Yoongi glowered at the other and got him to shrink and look down under his gaze. Good. At least all the domestic stuff had not watered down his edge. "We can go buy new clothes if mine are a problem," he growled and went over to the commode to drop his duffle bag. "Let's eat first."

With the triad incident not one week ago, Yoongi would have expected to get a few more days of rest, but he was contacted by the Choreographer the very same evening they had moved in.

B-job for H 130911. V at -1 800

Apart from the fact that two bullet jobs in a row were extremely rare, he was thankful for the opportunity. It would be easier and much less time consuming to show Jimin the ropes with a B-job, and V would know how to put one and the other together, so that the baby would not be damaged too much.

"We need to head out tomorrow," he informed the other, who was doing the dishes.

"Where to?" the cop wanted to know.

"To grab something. Sorry, but you'll have to stay in the car," he disclosed. Roping Jimin in sure did not contain showing him where V lived. The cops would raid that place the very moment Jimin could get hold of a phone. Maybe he should spike the man's morning coffee with some sedative to make him sleep through the meeting. That sounded like the safest option.