FBI : love department || Park Jimin ☁️

6- farmer's son

<good morning everyone, my name is Charlotte Evans, I work for FBI>

I looked around the class, all eyes were fixed on my figure, a couple of gasps reached my ears. It was pretty interesting how their heads immediately shot in my direction, just some seconds before everyone was minding his own business, but when I introduced myself suddenly everyone was looking at me carefully.

<I'm here today because there is a really serious topic we need to talk about...>

this was the way I started every time. Yes, it wasn't my first time. I had already been invited to schools to talk with kids about different topics. We talked about bullying, we talked about wars and so on, but different schools, different kids, different topics. That day we talked about the deep web.

<an internet connection is starting to be always more available>

most of the kids weren't paying attention to my words, and I knew it, they thought they had everything under control, online and in real life. Everyone decided to disconnect their ears and instead focus their eyes, they looked really carefully at the gun tugged in my belt, at the badge hanging on my neck. Everyone but one boy. The one boy sitting at the first desk.

<but the friendly part of the internet we see every day is just the top of a big mountain>

I continued without worrying much, for those kids what I was saying was as boring as a lesson their teacher gave them every day, the only thing I had that their teachers didn't was the inscription "FBI" on my jacket.

<...we need to be really careful with what we post online...>

their eyes burning on my skin, I mentally smirked to myself, just put a real agent between boys and girls who love such films as "catch me if you can", "mission impossible" or "miss detective", you will have their full attention. Suddenly I stopped talking, my eyes examined again all the people in the class, and once again the one boy on the front desk caught my eye.

<you>

I pointed at the boy, his dark hair was covering his eyes so he brought his hand up moving his bangs to the side, as he felt himself getting called

<yes ma'am>

he stood up from his seat as a sign of respect, I automatically smiled. He wasn't tall, the trousers he was wearing were longer than his legs, he looked funny but at the same time cute. I made a sign with my hand telling him to sit, he did as told.

<what's your name darling?>

<Taehyung, Kim Taehyung>

he answered my question passing me a big smile

<hi Taehyung, I see you are the only one who is actually paying attention, do you want to become a computer specialist in the future?>

he shook his head as a no

<no ma'am, I want to become an agent like you>

he said as I saw the sparkle in his eyes, the sparkle I also remember having when I was a kid and when I was talking about my dream job. His classmates didn't seem to agree, the whole class started laughing soundly, the boy looked down fidgeting with his fingers feeling embarrassed.

<Taehyung>

I called out his name expecting him to look up, but he didn't, he hummed waiting for me to say something, maybe he thought I would also laugh at his idea of the dream job. But it wasn't my intention, and it would never be. I used to dream about the same as a kid.

<Taehyung look at me>

he finally looked up, our eyes met and I saw how his were full of tears

<never look down again, your classmates haven't been nice but it doesn't metter, a dream which is easy to achieve is never fun to pursue. And remember that a real agent never lets his head hung low>

That kid stuck in my mind for a very long time, I wished to meet him on the street and ask him "did you give your idea of being a cop up?" and the only answer I wished to hear was a strong "no". It never happened tho. I never met him on the street. But life had decided to put him on my way in a different way, in a way I knew he reached what he wanted and didn't give up.

<hello, my name is Charlotte Evans and I will be your instructor>

I wrote my name on the blackboard and when after turned around to face the class, I scanned everyone with attention, till my eyes fell on a boy at the first desk. His dark wavy bangs were covering his eyes, his hand was going up and down fixing the hair which was obviously annoying him, a feeling of déjà vu hit me hard

<let's not lie to each other, half of you won't make it till next month and in two months only 4 of you would enter this building with a badge in their hand>

this time everyone was listening carefully, they all wanted to be one of those 4 people who will remain and they all knew it was not an easy job. At that moment, as I once again stole a look at the boy at the first desk, a name came to my mind

<Kim Taehyung>

I said out loud and as expected the boy got up

<yes?>

he asked, his voice wasn't cheerful and high-pitched anymore, instead it sounded cold and deep. Puberty must have done its work, but also a few life disappointments had done enough to turn that happy and dreamy face of a kid to an emotionless one of the teenage guy who was standing now in front of me

<I'm glad to see you here, I'm glad you didn't give up even if the people around you didn't believe in you>

a little smile appeared on his face, maybe we could define it more as a smirk. A few months later I would be taking that boy under my responsibility, I would teach him everything I know. And some years later, that shy boy would be taking my place as a warden of an FBI department

<Mrs. Evans, they used to laugh at me because they didn't think a farmer's son could reach anywhere or achieve anything in life, but I stopped caring about what they said because as you told me years ago, an agent never let his head hang low>