Boy Meets Evil

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The music comes to an end, the students all out of breath. Hoseok claps his hands together. "Good job everyone! That's it for today. See you in three days."

They all applaud themselves and disperse to gather their things. He walks over to his own stuff, crouching down to grab his water bottle. "Mr. Park! Someone's here to pick you up!" One of the students yells, grabbing Jimin's attention. Hoseok glances over, seeing Jimin walk over to a man who is around the same height as him. There is someone else too, taller than them both and has broad shoulders.

He nearly chokes on his drink. He grabs his bag, standing up and moves to leave the studio. His original plans was to stay longer and dance but doesn't look like that's happening. That was Kim Seokjin. How does Jimin know him?

He picks up his pace, reaching for the exit. "Hey! Wait up!" He turns to see the man coming after him. He sighs, coming to a stop. It would look to suspicious if he continued walking away. When he first bumped into the man, he didn't know who he was. He just thought he was very handsome and loved to be railed-

He shakes his head. After doing some searching and speaking to his boss, he found out who the mysterious stranger was. It was Kim Seokjin. The person who is not overly happy with all of his targets being taken care of before he can do anything.

Hoseok is very good at keeping himself hidden from the world's media. No one knows he's J-Hope other than his boss who he trusts with his life. That's what brings him to present time.

He turns to face the older. "Yes?"

"I still want to apologize for that incident. Although that was some time ago now." Seokjin rubs the back of his neck, suddenly shy in front of this hot dancer. Why didn't Jimin tell him that he has a hot ass friend?

"You already apologized. You don't have to do anything to make up for it."

"But-"

Hoseok shakes his head, gripping onto the strap of his bag tighter. "My name is Jung Hoseok. Is that enough to settle your fantasies?" He raises an eyebrow, eyeing the man in front of him. Heat rushes up the ruler's neck and tinting his ears red.

"I..I what-" he stutters out.

The dancer chuckles, holding his hand out. "Phone?

Seokjin pulls his phone out, handing it to the younger. Hoseok puts his number in, but for his social media phone. He doesn't need the mafia leader to find out his personal number or life. He doesn't know how the older would feel if he found out that he's J-Hope.

"Text me later and we can set something up." He hands the phone back. Seokjin nods, putting the device away. "My name is Kim Seokjin, by the way. You can just call me Jin."

The dancer nods, a smile gracing his lips. "I know."

-

It's been longer than a week and Hoseok's boss still hasn't contacted him about a mission. He frowns, sitting on the edge of a building and looks down at the city below him. He keeps a mask on during his missions and a pair of contacts in his eyes. It keeps his identity hidden.

He sighs, bored out of his mind. He stands up, going to the staircase so he can go back down. He's nearly to the first floor when he hears gunshots. He freezes in place, his eyes widening. He pushes himself up against the wall, listening for any voices.

"The man is dead, boss. He shot first."

The voices sounds familiar. He inches closer to the door, trying to make out the scene. "I don't think they have anyone else here. We will clear out."

A person comes running into the lobby. Hoseok watches the one that was speaking stand up from their crouch. "We got to go, Jiminie."

Hoseok lets out a breath, accidentally slipping on the wall and knocking something over. The two immediately turn to face the door. He curses under his breath, quickly moving to go out the exit and pulls his keys out as he climbs onto the bike. He hears them running after him, but it's too late. He's already speeding away.

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Jin takes a seat at the table, eyeing the papers in front of him. "This is the new group you were talking about?" He questions, looking up at the man in front of him.

The chief of police nods, pointing at each member they had contact with so far. "We haven't found a hideout yet. We have someone looking into it though."

Jin nods, looking over the pictures and reading the information. "Namjoon is looking into it as well. I trust you will let me know if anything changes?" He eyes the man again. The man nods, gulping nervously.

"Thank you, Mark. Go back to your lover boy now."

The chief nods, standing up and bowing to the leader. Seokjin waves him off, picking the papers up and standing up himself. He's on the way out when he receives a phone call. He answers, confused to why Jimin is calling him and they are supposed to be out on a mission still. "Hello?"

"Hyung, we fucked up."

His grip tightens onto the device, "Choose your next words wisely, Park."

"I'm pretty sure J-Hope saw us taking care of a mission. He knows who we are now."

"Then go after him!"