Even Death Won't Do us Apart.

.21.

Seoul, South Korea

Tuesday, November 9th

6 AM

"The target's in motion" Spoke Taehyung as he put his helmet on, climbed his Yamaha motorbike and followed the scientist's car the moment it exited the hotel's gates.

Putting his thick gloves on and gathering his equipments in a black tool bag, "keep me updated" Jimin answered as he tightened the cap he wore on top of his slicked back hair and made his way towards the staff room in The Grand Walkerhill hotel where Hoseok was residing, Shneider Electronics written in bold characters on the back of his navy blue uniform.

"Annyeong Haseo" he said in a purposefully broken Korean as he bowed down then extracted his ID, "my name is Arakawa Yuto and I've been sent by Shneider Electronics to inspect the power outage that had been reported last night"

"Oh thank God you came in early! The Japanese folks are indeed hard workers huh" laughed the general manager of the hotel obnoxiously as he guided Jimin to the electrical control room.

"Hai Hai" responded the black haired boy smiling "you racist pig" he thought to himself, and as soon as the door to the room closed on him, he connected his laptop to the hotel's security system and tracked Jung Hoseok all the way back to his room number, then instead of disabling the cameras that supervises the long hallway which leads to his target's room and risking someone finding that out, he rather created a copy of a recording that showed the hallway empty and clear of suspicions and had it play back over and over again until his mission finishes. Jimin was undeniably sharp and precise in his work to the point where he never leaves a strand of a clue that can remotely point the fingers of accusations towards him, explains why he earned the nickname "ghost" in this field.

"Alright then" he murmured as he swiftly unzipped his uniform and let it slid smoothly down his body, then immediately pulled out a black tuxedo out of his tool bag along with a pair of round spectacles, and white gloves. Then moments later, Mr. Lim Baek Hyun –as written on his name tag- of The Grand Wakerhill hotel's room service was making his way out of the electrical control room and into the elevator while running his fingers in his golden hair, "room 1025" whispered Jimin to himself as he played with the ring on his index.

Meanwhile, Taehyung palmed his face in disbelief as he watched Hoseok fall face first upon failing his third pushup for the fifteenth time, "Jimin always leaves the boring tasks for me to do" he pouted as he started counting the target's pathetic pushups from the start.

"Ha... I found it" Jimin held the documents between his hands in astonishment "Eyes Of God" he smirked as he stood in the middle of the fancy hotel room

Project "Eyes Of God" was a one of a kind software that once provided with a person's picture, would instantly access every possible data base in the world and collect a detailed group of information on the said person. It was proven to hack into the world's most dangerously secured systems –the USA's FBI, Italy's GIS, Britain's SAS, Pakistan's SSG ... well, you name it- then seamlessly gather every possible information about anyone and everyone since the day of their birth: no one was safe from the eyes of God, be it a president or a person of high influence. This project is a mirror once you put a certain picture in front of, it immediately reflects their virtues and flaws regardless of their status, and regardless of any human rights law that goes against illegal acquisition of people's personal data.

Yet it doesn't stop at that line, Jimin read with eyebrows furrowed that this software would soon be capable of matching the provided picture with shots of surveillance camera around the world and thus, locate the person immediately. Therefore, and no matter where you are and what you are doing, it would be as if you are standing in the palm of the person who acquires Eyes Of God.

It would be as if we will all, soon enough, stand in the palm of Yoongi's hand.

A click of the door was heard and Jimin instantly crouched down and rolled around till he reached the balcony where he hid, he steadied his breathing after being perplexed by the sudden intrusion then searched for a proper view to the room's front door to see who this uninvited guest was.

The man was undeniably large yet clueless, because who would wear a black fitted tshirt with black cargo pants and covers his face with a mask and a black cap while breaking into someone's room in the middle of the day? His outfit screams suspicious as if this man either desperately wants to be caught, or he is painfully unprofessional. Both fall into Jimin's benefit because he was in an undeniable disadvantageous situation for the moment.

"The room has two exits" Jimin thought "the door to the hallway and the balcony. I'm on the seventh floor so that immediately excludes the balcony, and the door is being occupied by him" he carefully watched the man who seemed to be looking for something, though Jimin noted how he took a glance at the Project's documents then put them down again, clearly not what he came here for.

"Alright then," he grabbed the thin garrote wire he had in his pocket and tightened it around his hands "let's see who you are" he waited until the masked man neared the opened door of the balcony then he sent one end of the wire flying and targeting the man's ankles while he pulled the other end harshly, successfully tightening it around his feet and making him trip and fall face first.

The tall man immediately reached for the firearm that was nestled in his belt behind his back and Jimin saw that coming, so he managed to use the rest of the wire to tie both of the man's hands and connect them to his feet all too quickly -for he was very familiar with almost any type of weapon that isn't a gun, and finally, Jimin stood tall behind the man as he placed a foot tightly on his nape that left him with barely enough air to breathe,

"talk" he ordered.