Mrs. Sodol || KNJ✅

307(S)

-Soyeon's POV-

Yoongi and Taehyung rode in a separate car than Namjoon and I. While he drove, he handed me his gun. I loaded his and mine while watching Joohyun's GPS. Since she left from the clinic, Namjoon and I had a bit of a time edge on her. I also noticed a phone call from Sungwoo came in -- so I read their messages too.

Me: Sungwoo is coming too.

Namjoon: Good. I won't have to repeat myself.

Me: I feel like we should go over lines.

Namjoon: *laughing* What?

Me: So that we sound more badass.

Namjoon: *laughing* You don't need a rehearsal to be a badass.

He reached over for me, kissing the back of my hand. I remembered what Yoongi said the other day...about how much I'm enjoying this. He's not wrong. Something about putting Sungwoo and Joohyun on their asses is sparkling an adrenaline rush in me that I always thought I was too anxious to give in to.

Something about them just irks me. The audacity they have to undermine Namjoon...and their audacity to not be afraid? I was even afraid...and he never intended to hurt me. It's like they are so smart that they come out the other end.

But it's fine. They'll be scared straight soon. If no one makes sure of it then I will.

When we pulled up to the docks, two men were pulling open one of the cargo containers. Given the logo on the side -- it carried supplies for Sungwoo's clinic: needles, coats, medical tools, things along those lines. One was tall and frumpy, while the other one was mid-height and probably holds three-hundred pounds of muscles on one single shoulder.

Me: Look...the tattoos on their neck. They're 305.

Namjoon: Yeah...and that's the clinic provider.

Me: Why would they bring them to a place of their legitimate business?

Namjoon: Hiding in plain sight.

Me: And the cops?

Namjoon: They'll suspect them of being thugs before they suspect Sungwoo for entertaining them.

Me: Fair enough.

Namjoon: Ok. Come with me.

We parked out of eye-shot, and Namjoon reached over me to get to the glove compartment. He pulled out two hoods, both with slits for the eyes and for the mouth, and two ziplock bags. I followed him out of the car, and we snuck around to get into the cargo from the back. He slipped in easily, and despite being smaller than him, I needed guidance getting in. At least without making a sound.

There were towers of boxes in here -- all labeled and wrapped in a plastic cover. Namjoon glanced over the sides of the stacks in front of him. The two goons from earlier were stalking around the front door, keeping watch. They were speaking to each other, but I couldn't understand them. I realized they were speaking neither english or korean, but mandarin.

Me: *quietly* Do you know what they're saying?

Namjoon: *quietly* They're keeping a look out for Hwan. And the short one told the other not to shoot until Joohyun got here.

Me: *quietly* You know mandarin?

Namjoon: *quietly* What? You don't love me just for my looks right?

Me: *quietly; smiling* Shut up.

Namjoon: *quietly* Ok, listen to me.

Me: Mhm.