"We are all aware that Royal Pharmaceutic is useless, but with ASCAR up our sleeve, it's hard to do anything."
"Are they allies?"
"They run it in secret. Heitan's brother owns it," explains the large man in a lab coat. He's so big, it's tight on him and a little funny to look at.
Namjoon gives a slight hum, thoughtfully. He didn't think there would be a relationship in two agencies this far apart, but important to the national operation. ASCAR is the specialized security agency in Korea. It is a mix between public and private. He considers that it could be problematic if he does not handle it carefully. He turns his attention to Wonho, the man Jin recommended to him and convinced to work for him of discreet fame.
He is very good at his job. He is amazed at the ability he has to manipulate different chemical elements, mix them, make new samples. He's someone he could work very well with.
What worries him now is that there is that link. Royal Pharmaceutic is strong and big, especially powerful from the connections point of view....
It needs one.
It couldn't be better than them if it doesn't outdo them with that as well.
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"You bought that crap again? You should stop reading crap."
"Why do you care what I read or stop reading?" questions Jin, annoyed by Seokjin's question who gives him a sidelong glance. "Keep doing your own thing and leave me alone. I'm busy." he grumbles turning the pages.
Fascinated by the annotations Namjoon put to his own writing, irritated with the editor and wanting to add details. It's lovely and it's his! It's like having part of Namjoon's deep thoughts. All in his hand. It's more intimate, more special. Not to mention the nice note Namjoon placed at the beginning.
It's not much, I hope that as time goes by, you will understand your potential and give yourself the place you deserve. So much more than this simple book and living in the shadow of a stupid twin.
Don't be ashamed to tell me what you think of the poems and annotations, I'll be waiting for it.
Namjoon really wants me to talk to you. He wants them to continue to be people who talk to each other. Not just because he helped him! He just wants it! And Jin is unable to let go of the emotion for that, greatly ignoring his brother who glares at him. So intently, that he notices his twin's open, disheveled shirt. That he can see how flat his breasts are; also that he's wearing shorts and (according to him) her girlish thighs are more noticeable.
He advances to him, pouting, Jin so self-absorbed without noticing where Seokjin is looking at him. "Can't you dress decently for once? You damn bitch."
Jin doesn't answer Seokjin, really concentrating on what he's reading and turning it over, with a thousand ideas and in the process of perfecting them. It could be an interesting conversation with Namjoon. Sure-
"You stink on top of everything else! You're being disgusting again!"
Nothing.
Seokjin gets irritated and leaves the room, reaches the garage of the house, grabs a can of paint and opens it with a screwdriver. Not much, barely enough. He advances to his room back and pours it on Jin, who gives a squeal and pushes the book away in time so it doesn't get dirty. Seokjin laughs at his face, being that he is shocked and shaking.
"Are you crazy!?" claims Jin in a watery voice, getting up from the bed. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"Now it smells like oil. Better than your blood." justifies Seokjin.
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• Mastermind • | NamJin || BOOK 3#
Fanfiction"You are smart, Jin, let me tell you a secret: with some people, you must smile submissively, let them think of you as a harmless, manipulable lamb; with others you must be strong, without stooping to anything. What matters is that at the end of the...
