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CHAPTER 29 | Sensuality Of The Moment

You tug down your long-sleeved shirt, sauntering out of the practice room with lazy strides. Your limbs are sore and tired, labored with each movement, minuscule or not; it has been a long day in the training room, and you spent most of it sparring with Jungkook.

Jungkook. You'd get him. You'd catch him once he exits the archway, probably planning on taking a satisfying nap of much needed rest before the R.I starts on any other missions again. You've discovered a good amount of information regarding W.R.A.I.T.H by now, but there's still a burning question lingering in the back of your mind.

The chestnut-haired bodyguard stays back, sounds of weaponry and devices being put away. You watch wordlessly as other members walk past you as you stand still, heading to their individual rooms or the showers. Even some would be staying up later to research and strive to retrieve piles on piles of substantial intelligence, that would of which assist you in your fervent rivalry with W.R.A.I.T.H.

As far as you know, they all stay here on the rooms placed on both the east and west wing. They share showers and bathrooms, and you're sure that they each owned their own homes and apartments beforehand, but have instead invested all of their savings into renovating this warehouse into a functional base. You're also aware the reason why Taehyung formed the R.I in the first place, and that alone causes you to feel a sliver of empathy for him.

All of the members once training vigorously in the training room, firing bullets, striking dummies, and even sparring with one another, have departed and retired elsewhere. You're left on standby, hidden in the shadows of the archway as Jungkook finishes up in the training room alone; he's very giving and considerate, you notice, to clean up all by himself afterwards.

A few minutes pass by in impatience before you catch him walking by the archway. Poseida already whipped out and in the clutch of your hand, you lift up your forearm. You slide out of the shadows like a streak of light, catching the younger off guard before you pin him to the wall with a thump.

"N-Noona?" Jungkook gasps in confusion as you raise the Poseida to his head. Clearly, you aren't going to hurt him and would never dream of it, but you needed to remind both yourself and him of the hostility and danger of your true self.

You almost falter for a moment, but put on a menacing glare. "Listen here, kid," you growl, pressing the cold metal of the thin Poseida against his temple. "I need answers on what the fuck this thing is and why you actually gave it to me."

Then, a slow smile spreads upon his face before he replies innocently, "But I already told you, didn't I?"

"Why are you doing that?" you say.

"Doing what?" Jungkook inquires.

"Smirking," you scoff lowly. He raises his head, showing his neck and displaying his fearlessness.

"I'm enjoying this, Noona," Jungkook answers.

"Don't tell me this turns you on," you utter in disbelief.