Back at the thrift shop Seokjin had previously bought that seemingly normal mirror from was a loud ruckus that echoed violently throughout the local street the establishment was located in.
"Search everywhere, not a single spot left undetected. Understood?"
"HEY! What do you think you're doing!?" Ignoring the annoyance of the store manager, a group of men dressed in all black with glasses dark enough to hide their identities were wreaking havoc among the poor man who remained unheard.
"You can't be doing this here. You hooligans!! I'll call the police on all of you, just watch-" The man he had encountered before was not as forgiving as before and had a stone cold, motionless facial expression on him.
"The name's Kim Taehyung, in case you forgot," he reminded the man who was fed up with hearing the young looking man's intimidating introduction.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I heard it all before, kid. Why are you even here again? And who ARE all of these people, look at the mess you've turned my store into!" Taehyung reached for something in his pale burlywood trench coat and instinctively pulled out a detective badge.
"I'm a detective. A mirror of mine, a very important and personal item was donated to your thrift store, without my consent." He stated, being as cold as before to the man that was willing to throw anyone under the bus to save his own skin.
"I understand, but that mirror was already sold. I cannot do anything about it, sir. Please, take your men out of here or I'll be forced to call the police on you." Taehyung smirked, raising an eyebrow to give out a signal to one of his men.
Almost immediately, the store owner was pinned down and tied to one of his own chairs, struggling to break free from it but he was no match for the inhumane strength of the so-called agents.
"You make small talk with your customers whenever they purchase something from your shabby little hut, don't you?" The man nodded, shaken to his core by everyone surrounding him.
One of the hooded figures maliciously walked over towards his door and switched the "Open" sign to "closed", then swiftly draped the curtains it, including shading all of the windows so that no one could see what was going on inside of the, almost completely pitch black, thrift shop.
"Then if that's the case, you must've had a hell of a conversation with the person that purchased my mirror. Come on, make our job a little easier here. For our sake... And especially for your own." Taking a sharp breath inwards, the man carefully thought about what to reply to Taehyung, knowing his life was at risk.
"I... I know that he's a male model, judging by a business card I saw inside of his jacket." He admited, piecing up every last bit of information he could possibly remember from his previous customer.
The information he was giving out could save him from being executed in a very gruesome and unforgiving way by the cold-blooded agents.
"There we go. And what else? Did you catch a name or notice a phone number on that card?" Taehyung questioned while the man grew accustomed to the violent men that now held him at a gunpoint to collect information out of him in a more efficient way.
"I have his license plate on my surveillance cameras! I'll give you all of the information you need from him, if you set me free from this chair." Convinced by his words, the men dressed in dark black suits clenched their jaw while letting go of the store owner.
He rushed over towards his computer monitors to check his security cameras. To his dismay, the recordings of yesterday didn't seem to be there, almost as if they had disappeared.
Droplets of sweat threatened to run down the man's forehead when Taehyung placed his arm around his shoulder, smirking. "Boys, looks like we might be taking someone into our hideout tonight. He just earned himself a free invitation to my apartment." Just like that, the man was on the verge of being shot by him when having semi-automatic silver pistol pressed deeply into his temple.
The cold, steel weapon was seconds away from proclaiming his life and splattering pieces of his brain everywhere.
"P-please, don't do this! I..." He gulped, shutting his eyes to avoid staring directly at the gun on the side of his head. "I'll have your mirror back to you b-by... By-" "By tomorrow," Taehyung cut in, leaning closer into the man's ear as he trembled.
"And if you don't have it in this store within the next twenty-four hours, I suggest you book a flight to a new world, because my men and I will search for you no matter how far you run..." He whispered, facing the gun towards the man's midsection. "If you have legs to even walk after we're done with you, that is."
His threats left the poor store owner shaking in his seat, yet he remained motionless to not raise any suspicion from the men surrounding him.
"I'll have it done by tomorrow. Count on me to locate that buyer and return your mirror to you." Taehyung started to laugh, placing his weapon away and instructing the other men to do the same.
"That's not an ordinary mirror. The people that left it here in the first place must've told you that, am I wrong?" He questioned with a deep voice.
"N-no, sir. You're not wrong at all. But... What is it, then?" The victim asked with caution.
Taehyung bend down to his level and whispered into the man's ear.
"It's a portal." The man froze.
"It's a WHAT?!"
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Fanfiction"Mirror mirror, on the wall. Who's the hottest of them all?" Kim Seokjin has always secretly been a narcissist his entire life, who seeks the guilty pleasure of complimenting himself alone on a daily basis, just by staring deeply into his mirror. Ho...
