Same day~
At Taehyung’s apartment, silence pressed against the walls like a living thing.
The door had barely closed before the weight of everything caught up to them.
Taehyung stood inside his secret room—the one hidden behind a false wall, the one that never existed to anyone outside this circle. Screens were dark now.
Weapons locked away. Maps still frozen mid-plan.
Kai leaned against the wall beside him, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes sharp but unreadable.
Seojun sat near Eunwoo, unusually quiet, his earlier sarcasm gone.
Eunwoo’s posture was calm, but his fingers tapped slowly against his knee—a sign only those close to him noticed.
Jackson sat beside Hoseok, one arm wrapped around him, pulling him close. Hoseok hadn’t stopped shaking since the road. Jackson pressed a kiss into his hair, whispering soft things meant only for him.
“It’s okay,” Jackson murmured. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
Hoseok nodded weakly, gripping Jackson’s sleeve like an anchor.
Across the room, Namjoon sat beside Yoongi, his usual composure cracked. Yoongi stared at the floor, silent, processing, anger and confusion twisting together.
Jin held Jimin carefully, one hand rubbing slow circles on his back. Jimin’s fingers were still trembling, his face pale.
“I thought—” Jimin whispered, voice breaking. “I thought we were going to die.”
Jin tightened his hold. “You didn’t. You’re here. That’s all that matters.”
Near the locked door stood Jungkook.
Still. Rigid.
His face was cold, carved from stone, eyes fixed on Taehyung—but never quite meeting his gaze.
The distance between them felt wider than the room itself.
Minutes passed.
No one spoke.
Finally, Taehyung exhaled softly and turned around.
“I know,” he said quietly. “This isn’t what you expected.”
Jungkook’s jaw clenched.
“You think?” he replied, voice low, controlled—too controlled. “You pulled a gun. In front of us. In front of me.”
Taehyung didn’t flinch. “If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be standing here right now.”
“That’s not the point,” Jungkook
snapped, finally looking at him. His eyes burned—not with anger alone, but fear. Hurt. Betrayal. “You told me everything. Or at least—I thought you did.”
A heavy silence fell again.
Kai straightened slightly, but Taehyung lifted a hand—silent command.
“This was never supposed to touch you,” Taehyung said, voice softer now. “Any of you.”
Yoongi let out a sharp laugh. “Funny way of keeping things separate.”
Namjoon looked between them. “Tae… what exactly are you saying?”
Taehyung swallowed.
Then, calmly, deliberately, he said the words that shattered what little normalcy remained.
“I’m an agent.”
The room froze.
Jimin’s breath hitched.
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My Professor Agent
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