𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇

𝟐𝟐 𖥸 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

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He begins walking downstairs, momentarily stopping to gaze over his shoulder.

"I'm only offering, of course. You can stay here if you'd like." There's a tiny smirk hidden on his lips from the average eye. My efficiency in observation has improved over the years and pays off easily when determining body language.

Taehyung is still difficult to read at times, but thanks to my acquired ability, I'm capable of decrypting him smoother than most.

"If you decide to tag along, meet me downstairs in twenty minutes but change clothes. Wear something basic. It makes it easier for us to blend in." Then he continues in the same direction, calling for Jungkook when he reaches the bottom step.

This underground place sounds interesting enough. If there's any new knowledge I can assimilate about Taehyung, then I'm going.

If one day he discovers I'm fabricating my story, I'll need a way to protect myself, and accumulating as much information on him as I can will do it. Besides, if he's already prying into my identity, then surely I need to catch up with my wisdom on him as well.

I make my way to my bedroom and contemplate what basic clothes to wear. Considering I don't have much to go on for what sort of place this is, I'll stick with the most casual clothes I own.

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"It'll be a few hours before we're back, so check on Hoseok every so often. He's resting for now. I'm taking some men with us, so let Hoseok know when he gets up. You know the drill if anything happens when I'm gone." Taehyung's tranquil voice echoes from the living room.

My black boots hit the polished floor as I walk into the living room. I chose a loose, white shirt with a pair of black, ripped jeans that expose my knees from the torn material. I made sure to tie my hair up in case the place was a little sketchy. After all, if it is a dangerous setting, I want to be sure I can easily flee if need be. Although, I don't think it'll come to that if Taehyung is leaving Hoseok behind.

Taehyung's sitting on the couch with Jungkook. I walk around the piece of furniture, letting him know I'm dressed.

He's laid back on the couch comfortably. One of his legs is drawn up, resting on top of the other's knee while he holds it securely by the ankle. He toys with his bottom lip once noticing me.

Black must be his favorite color. He's changed into a black hoodie with long strings, dressed in a pair of slightly baggy gray jeans while wearing dark-colored sneakers. Not to mention the black cap that tucks away his dark bangs.

He stands slowly, and it's the first time I've truly taken in his height. It's intimidating, and I hate the way he can so easily get under my skin. Especially when all he has to do is lock eyes with me.

I've never been so tempted to run from such a dangerous threat and want to fuck someone as badly as I do him in my entire life, but I know the risk of letting my guard down. And I won't let him get the better of me twice.

"Jungkook, you remember what I said, right? Don't do anything like that again. It won't take us long."

That?

The more I grow closer to them, the more my curiosity increases, but I'll have to form a mental note for now.

"Come on, the drive is going to take the longest." He urges me to follow him while walking to the front door.

Once outside and down the steps, four men stand still and fearless, dressed in similar clothing. They wait quietly with their backs straightened and hands clasped together in front of them.