Whiplash | jjk.

[13]: Remember

Let's do this, Y/N.

Your time to shine.

As you carry your box of belongings from downstairs, up towards your brand new office, there is a smile on your face that could not be wiped away.

You were unstoppable, absolutely beaming with excitement over your opportunity. Nothing could get in your way, now. The world was your oyster, and things were finally turning around.

You walk up to the cloudy-glass room, standing right before the closed door, and read the symbol and sign on it.

Narcotics.

Filled with pride, you move to hold the box in one hand, and use your freed hand to lift the keycard on a lanyard around your neck, and scan it against the sensor beside the door.

You hear the lock click, and it's time.

You swing open the door, and take in a deep breath, metaphorically rip off the bandaid, and step inside.

Your smile drops when you crash into a big, bulky chest, and drop your entire box of belongings.

You rock your arms out and shuffle to regain your balance.

When your eyes slowly trace up the stature of the man in front of you, your mouth falls open and immediately dries out with dread.

Your skin runs pale, your pupils sinking in as if you'd seen a ghost, as you stare into his hallowed eyes.

"You."

Your eyes fall down to read his name tag.

Special Agent Jeon Jungkook of Narcotics.

He looks down to your chest where your name tag sat.

Special Agent Sohn Haru of Narcotics.

He looks just as astounded to see you, his face is nearly mirroring yours perfectly.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" his voice was on edge, but his tone sounded like he was suppressing fear. "Don't tell me-"

"Holy shit! Is that you, Haru!?"

Your head turns to the side past Jungkook's large gait, to see Jimin's bright silver head pop up over a stall, and he smiles, waving at you. He quickly starts to make his way over.

Oh, great universe, why must you torture me like this?

Just beside him, another head pops up.

Kim Taehyung stands up next to Jimin, his wrathful brown eyes piercing right through your flaccid soul from across the room.

What have I done to deserve all this suffering?

"Hey, I asked you a fucking question." Jungkook grabs your arm firmly, forcibly bringing your attention right back to him. "This has to be a joke."

"I-" you can barely talk.

It felt like you had three rusty, poisonous arrows lodged in the flesh of your stomach. The arrows were turning around and ripping you apart from the inside. The arrows were evil and cruel, and their names were Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook.

Your head instantly aches at the idea of this.

Please just be a bad dream.

"Ah, I see you've already met Jungkook." Captain Namjoon walks into the room, towering over you and even over Jungkook. "Everybody, please stand up. I'd like you to welcome our newest recruit: Sohn Haru."

Everyone is standing a few feet in front of you, making themselves painfully visible over the top of their desk stations.

There is the three of them, plus a face you didn't recognise. He waves politely.