Whiplash | jjk.

[42]: All The Fun

It is forty minutes until the end of the work day, and Jungkook is unsure of why you were granted permission to leave early from Namjoon.

Maybe you had finished up your work early?

But he had already looked over your submission folder for the day, and you hadn't turned up anything valuable. It seemed that you hadn't gathered anything at all, so it couldn't be that.

He had been thinking hard about it since the moment that you left, but chalked it up to something he should be worried about. It was weird. You were supposed to be coming home with him, and you didn't have your own key yet.

Or a car.

So, where were you?

Why didn't you text him?

For the last ten minutes, he had been talking with Hoseok. He was sitting on Hoseok's desk while he flicked through his files to show Jungkook what he had discovered.

"So this is Keeho."

"He's sexy." Jungkook says.

"I know, right?" Hoseok laughs, clicking to the next photo. "And this is Keeho's 'dealer', who is supposed to be collecting some goods tonight, but we're not gonna infiltrate this one."

"Why's that?"

"It's too soon. Not enough time to prep. We have another opportunity in a few days." Hoseok goes on. "But anyway, there is a small deal going down tonight at the abandoned mint, and Keeho is getting all the information he can about his dealer in the interim. His dealer gets his supply from the big, big dogs. He's pretty high up the leaderboard."

"Have you told anybody else that?" Jungkook points at the screen at the photo of the abandoned mint.

"About what? About the deal tonight?"

"Yeah."

"I told Namjoon that we're not going." he says, "And I told Y/N today, cause she wanted to know."

That sentence sends a wave of nausea over Jungkook's whole body as the realisation dawns on him like a dead body floating out to sea.

When he didn't respond, Hoseok looked up at Jungkook to see his face had gone marble white. He was staring at the screen and just jaw was agape.

"Kook?"

Suddenly, Jungkook flies off the table and runs over to his desk, grabbing his phone and jacket and all his other belongings.

"FORWARD ME THE INFO!" he yells to Hoseok as he runs for the door.

"Wait! Where are you going!?"

"DO IT NOW!"

Jungkook exits the room and leaves behind nothing but a gust of wind.

The rest of the team still left inside just look at each other, all equally confused as to what the hell had just happened.

And after a long silence, Hoseok pulls out his phone and starts texting Jungkook all the information he has about the deal.

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Your breaths are short, choppy, and remarkably quiet. One hand rested lightly against the stacked crates in front of you, that you were crouched behind. Your other hand clasped a gun by your side.

The men's voices were hushed too.

But they're not as careful as you are.

You can still hear their voices echoing in the warehouse, though their faces are less than easy to decipher through the poorly lit room. You can't tell what they're saying either. They're on the bottom floor while you are perched on the second, hidden, and looking down at them.

Your eyebrows are furrowed as you thin your gaze through the gaps in the crates, sharpened in concentration.

A shuffle only a few feet behind you sets your blood on fire as you fling around, bringing the gun up without a shard of hesitation.

The end of the barrel points towards Jungkook.

His hands are up by his sides, but he's smiling. His cheeks are pulling up which is borderline uncanny in contrast to the black nerve in his eyes.

The shadows in the room create a halo of bleakness around him, making him stand out more than he ever had. His milky skin smiling just like him, and his black clothes and blacker hair, the tempt and taunt in his body language. All of it. He was shimmering.

And in that moment, you realise, you'd never really looked at him like this.

"You have impeccable timing, darling."

His shoulders drop and his hands return to his sides, but his beaming grin remains the exact same. He was boasting louder than ever before, though you hadn't pulled your gun away from him yet.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you whisper-scream. "You have some real nerve coming after my work, Jeon."

If anything, his grin grows wider.

Despite the firm weapon threatening to end him, Jungkook's play and charm was stubborn. Even in the face of your darkest brutality, he never once had a chill of fear.

He knew you.

"Come on, Peanut. We both know this job had you written all over it. When Hobi mentioned this was happening tonight, I knew you'd be the only person dumb enough to head right in solo."

"Tonight might have been my only chance at getting some real intel, and now you're gonna screw it up, asshole." you assure him of the seriousness, your eyes not once breaking free from his. "And 'dumb'? Really?"

"To be fair, dumb is a typical trait among the best of us." he backtracks, his front softening slightly. "Plus, I couldn't let you have all the fun."

Your composure is a baby giraffe, wobbling off the edge of a rocky cliff. Your blood is boiling under your skin, your heart racing with adrenaline and something else you don't dare to name.

"Fun? You think this is fun?" your arm is less stiff behind the gun now, as if your body was already sure you weren't going to fire. "I'm trying to find my father and you're treating this whole thing like it's a game."

"Oh, it's so much more than a game." Jungkook purrs, still grinning, as he takes one step closer. "And what good is work without play? Especially when you and I are so good at both."

His demeanour is unbreakable. And at the moment, you're not sure if you have the discipline to even try.

Maybe you'd kill him if you didn't like him so much.

Your face initially appears angry, but your eyes are sparking with a thrill that Jungkook had grown very accustomed to.

But, you can't let him win.

"Your words won't save you now, Jeon. You fucked with my work."

His eyebrow perks up with play.

You hate it.

"Who said I was trying to save myself?"

He steps closer, pressing his chest into the barrel of your firearm.

His eyes are heaving with a sway you cannot resist. He glanced down your frame and pays no mind to the ready gun.

"You know I wouldn't have this any other way."