𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒

The Bangtan Boys spent their week off mostly in their rooms, kissing and making love to each other—spending as much time as they could away from Jungkook. From time to time, some of them joined in the living room to avoid being suspicious. Nevertheless, Jungkook didn't join them. He woke up the last and ate breakfast alone—sometimes he brought the food with him upstairs. He spent the days in his new room, decorating it with some of his drawings, only interacting with the boys when he necessarily needed it. That means at lunch and dinner.

* * *

Seokjin presses his fingers against his case, his knuckles turning white. A petite woman stands in front of him, with a polite smile in her face.

"Good morning, Seokjin." She accommodates her glasses with her finger.

"Morning, Dora." Seokjin avoids looking at her, his eyes glued to his office. "Let's get this done, I don't like wasting my time." Nor being around you, disgusting bitch.

He sits on his usual chair, while Dora takes a seat in front of him. She grabs her laptop and what Seokjin believes is a thermos with coffee. They don't exchange words, while they keep preparing their material for this case.

She takes a sip of her drink and raises her head. She hesitates before speaking, "Seokjin, I would like to keep this as professional as possible. We should keep our past to a side, don't you agree?"

Seokjin smiles to himself—almost a smirk—before he takes his eyes off his computer. "I don't know what past are you talking about. Shall we start?"

Dora slightly nods, feeling herself become small in her seat. The Seokjin in front of her wasn't the boy she remembered. His aura vibrating dominant and powerful, the shy high school boy completely gone.

The Seokjin she tried to ruin.

The Seokjin she used to know.

He died.

* * *

Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin get in the lift. Hoseok presses the number -1, while they keep their mouth closed. Only the sound of the machine sliding down fills the tense air. Jimin keeps playing with his hands, Hoseok makes faces in the mirror, while Jungkook stares directly at the door. It opens and they step outside. Jimin gives Hosoek a small smile and disappears down the hallway.

"Where's he going?" Jungkook asks, as he waits next to the red hair boy.

"To his laboratory." He smiles, proudly. "Did you hear the news? He'll make more of his cool bombs. They always save us."

"Ah, yeah, I've heard something. Did he end someone with it?"

"Do you mean kill? Hell yes. Isn't he cool?"

"The coolest." Jungkook mutters in irony. "Anyway, what about us? Why are we standing here like two idiots?"

Hoseok's smile grows bigger, while he does small dances with his feet. "We've to wait a few more minutes. We've to follow the protocol, you know?"

"No."

The black hair male tilts his head, furrowing his brows. It doesn't matter what he says, Hoseok's smile never leaves his face. Is he on drugs or something?

A loud cling followed by a series of beeps makes Jungkook raise his head to the red light above a metallic door. It opens itself and Hoseok quickly presses his index finger on a screen, turning the alarm off.

"Welcome to my second home. It will be nice having some company. Once we finish, I'll need your finger—"

"You mean my fingerprint."