방탄 소년단
"That... gash," I muttered, my nose rumpled in disdain - and sympathy for the man - as I studied the newly developing scar on his right eye.
It was fresh, the skin that surrounded the vermilion wound was puffy and distended, as if it just hap...
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It didn't matter how many times I had done this– each time I did, I felt my palms grow sweaty and hot. My heartbeat which echoed throughout my ears prevented me from hearing things clearly. If Jeongguk hadn't been with me, I think I would have made mistakes beyond immutable. Some mistakes that Yoongi would furthermore oppose to me joining him on these missions.
Typically, the missions we went on were invariably in less populated areas.
This time, our mission was in the heart of Itaewon.
It was inside a bustling strip club.
But, of course, we weren't in that club for mere drinks or to enjoy the shows the women on stage put on.
We were there to keep a watchful eye on our suspect.
Yoongi had given me specific directions. I was responsible for keeping my eyes on him and following him around to ensure he was kept busy in the strip club. I was clad in the employees' garments in that establishment, pretending to collect empty glasses, and bus tables, all the while spying on the unkempt suspect with a slightly peppered beard.
I couldn't help but observe that most of our suspects looked the same. They always had the identical scruffy beard, and a few tattoos on their body, mostly on their hands and faces.
Piercings were sporadic, never as common as tattoos, and were scars a must to partake in miscreant activities? It seemed all these men had some kind of unique scar.
I set my eyes on the man who went by the name of Taiwan.
I kept my tray tucked in my left arm, using the rag given to me to wipe down a few tables away from Taiwan's table. He kept himself busy, watching the women on stage who seemed to take up all his attention, and money.
I chewed my lip, waiting for Yoongi's call so this could be over with.
He was with Namjoon and Hoseok, raiding Taiwan's place in search of the items our client had requested.
I was to make sure Taiwan wouldn't leave. Once Yoongi was finished, he would come back around to the club, and take care of Taiwan himself, as our client also requested we capture him and hand him over.
I tried to stay out of combat as best as I could. I had trained a few times with Yoongi for safety reasons, but it wasn't necessarily something I excelled at. I worked best at observing, more than anything.
The Bluetooth device buzzed in my ear, making me cringe at the vibrations, while Yoongi's voice called for my attention.
I winced, pressing my two fingers against my ear to block out the bass of the music that boomed throughout the club.
"Rey, you still have eyes on the panther." He utilized the arbitrary nickname Taiwan had labeled himself as.
I pressed my fingers above the tiny button of the device. "Yes, he's still... occupied," I informed Yoongi, watching the man enjoy himself.
