Fortnight ✔️

Chapter - 20

As the first light of dawn filters through the curtains, Taehyung leaves Jungkook's hideout, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. Jungkook lies back on his bed with a deep sigh, trying to process the events of the night. He brought someone who could be closely connected to his target into his secret lair and spent the night talking—actual talking. That's not something Jungkook does. His encounters in the past have always been purely physical, no strings attached, and he never saw those people again. But Kim Taehyung? Shit, why did Jungkook make exceptions for him?

Jungkook hits the back of his head on the bed, frustration and confusion warring within him. He felt so real, so genuine last night with Taehyung. The vulnerability and openness they shared were new territory for him.

The door creaks open, and James, one of Jungkook's colleagues, steps in with a skeptical look. "Off the records, really?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook jumps to his feet, grabbing his jacket. "Just do me this favor," he mutters.

James chuckles, shaking his head. "Jungkook the Great is asking for a favor? The person who doesn't believe in taking help? Who actually is this guy to you, huh?"

Jungkook throws a cushion at James, aiming for his head. "Shut up."

James dodges the cushion, laughing. "So it means no telling Jin?"

Jungkook pauses at the door, turning back with a serious look. "Not even Yoongi."

James whistles, smirking. "Already down bad for the guy?"

Jungkook shakes his head, feigning nonchalance. "No, it was just for one night. Don't wanna cause trouble."

James chuckles again, clearly not buying it. "Whatever you say."

Jungkook waves his hand dismissively and leaves the room. He's barely outside when his phone buzzes with an incoming call from Jin. Sighing, he answers while heading back into the house. "Yeah?"

"We've got today's schedule for Mark," Jin announces. "Also, last night's mistake won't happen again. We've tracked his location."

Jungkook hums in acknowledgment. "Send it to me."

The boring part of his job begins: stalking his target as long as the client wants. Despite the monotony, he can't help but think back to Taehyung. Why did he let his guard down? Was it the alcohol? Or was it something else entirely?

Jin's voice cuts through his thoughts. "Jungkook, are you even listening?"

"Yeah, yeah," Jungkook replies, shaking off his distraction. "Just send me the schedule."

"Focus," Jin warns. "We can't afford any slip-ups."

"Got it," Jungkook says, rolling his eyes as he ends the call. He looks at the screen as the schedule comes through, feeling a mix of frustration and intrigue.

Back in his hideout, he sits down with a sigh, scrolling through Mark's itinerary. His mind drifts back to Taehyung again. That face, those eyes, the way he talked and laughed—it all felt so different, so genuine.

James walks in again, smirking. "Still thinking about him?"

Jungkook glares at him. "Shut up, James. I've got work to do."

James chuckles, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Assassin. Just don't let your little distraction get in the way."

Jungkook groans, throwing a pen at James this time. "Get out."

James laughs, dodging the pen and leaving the room. Jungkook leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. This is going to be a long day.

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