His TOY (a Taekook 🔞fiction)

Chapter 7

"Jeon," Jimin stood at the entrance, tension written across his face. "We've got a situation. We need someone to go inside the building and retrieve what we need."

Jeon looked up from his papers, irritation flashing in his eyes. "Who's available right now?"

"No one," Jimin replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Jasmine can be here tomorrow, but we don't have that much time. We need it by tonight."

Jeon's gaze darkened, his voice cold yet measured. "And what have you all been doing while it escalated to this point?" His voice was sharp but restrained; he never raised his tone with Jimin.

Across the table, Taehyung was munching his breakfast, seemingly detached from the tension in the room. Jin and Namjoon were out, busy with Jin's weekly therapy appointment.

"I can go," Taehyung said, setting down his fork and wiping his mouth.

Jimin hesitated, caught off guard by the suggestion. Jeon, however, only scoffed. "Sit down and finish your breakfast, V."

Taehyung leaned back, crossing his arms confidently. "Isn't that one of the reasons you keep toys around, Jeon? You don't think I'm capable? Why don't you trust me?" Jimin gasped at the comment; he was worried now for V. 

Jeon's gaze flickered, a hint of something unreadable crossing his face. "You don't know what it's like out there. And I can't risk exposing you like that—it would only bring complications for you, plus we need girls here V."

Jimin was astonished by Jeon's response. This was a side of him he hadn't seen before; he never cared for the old toys that almost seemed... personal.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, undeterred. "Oh, please, Jeon. Just tell me what I need to do. I can disguise myself as a girl easily and lure whoever I need to. In a few minutes, the document will be back in your hands."

"They'll be armed, V. And they won't hesitate to do whatever they want to you," Jeon warned.

Taehyung leaned in closer, eyes glinting with mischief. "And what could they possibly do to me that you haven't already?" There was a brief, fleeting twitch at the corner of Jeon's mouth—almost a smile. Jimin noted it, mentally marking it down as something he'd have to tell someone. But who would believe him?

"Besides," Taehyung added, "I know martial arts. And you can send Yoongi along. He'll make sure I'm safe."

Jimin's jaw nearly dropped. How did V even know about Yoongi? In two days, he'd managed to uncover details about people that some employees had never pieced together.

"Shut up, V," Jeon muttered, but Taehyung ignored him, slipping around the table and boldly sitting on Jeon's lap. Leaning close, he whispered, "I won't let anyone lay a finger on me, Jeon. Trust me. Trust your toy."

Jeon closed his eyes for a moment, collecting his thoughts. When he opened them, he looked into Taehyung's with an intensity that made Jimin hold his breath. "Fine. Be back here by 6, with or without the documents. And if you succeed..." He leaned close, voice low, "I'll grant you any wish you want. I indeed trust my toy."

Turning to Jimin, Jeon's demeanor snapped back to business. "Make sure he's prepared. Set up a plan, and get Yoongi to meet me when it's ready."

Satisfied, Taehyung slipped off Jeon's lap, returning to his seat with a victorious grin. He resumed eating, calm as ever, while Jeon began to eat again, looking almost... amused.

Jimin was still standing there, completely bewildered, resisting the urge to slap himself to check if he was dreaming.

Jimin had meticulously prepared the plan. They needed to be inside the building by 4 PM. Taehyung, accompanied by four operatives trailing him, would be in position, while three others would already be stationed inside by noon. With an interview event taking place in the same building, blending in wouldn't be difficult—they could all pose as candidates.