Undercover [YOONMIN]

code 5

"That's a wrap! Damn Suga, you picked quite a voice."

Namjoon, the guy in nice shoes who I was introduced to, turned down the music and head over to the side of the audio mixer to hold the door open for me.

"Good things come through tough times. Gotta thank you for not coming," Yoongi yawned. He was seated cross-legged on the mini couch, a cream canvas blanket enveloping his body like a cocoon. He patted the empty spot behind him, ushering me to sit.

"Thank me? You gotta bless the heavens and my fully-loaded brain that I forgot Leslie's birthday! You found him, Yoongi. Jimin's the definition of jackpot. Oh and talking about forgetting.. Here, before I forget," Namjoon dug his fingers into the front pocket of his jeans and held out two pieces of fifty dollar notes.

"It's $105."

Namjoon groaned and reached for his back pocket to fish out a few $1 and 50c coins before placing them on his hands to count.

"Don't you have a wallet?" I asked, frowning at the sight of him recounting with his long fingers.

"It's in the trash can, in the other room. Torn in half," he placed the remaining coins back and gave the money to the heavy-lidded Yoongi. His eyes were closed and he was hugging my arm like his own bolster. His hand released itself from my arm to yank the money away before finding it's way into his jacket pocket.

"Say.. Jimin, have I seen you somewhere?"

I changed my gaze from the sleeping Yoongi to Namjoon. I looked at him confusingly before inspecting his features one-by-one. Small slit eyes. Sharp jawline. Grey-dyed hair. And that accent..

"Wait. Aren't you- You're Joonie?" I asked, eyes wide open.

"Ah, yes! The flame boy of the hospital!"

Joonie- or Namjoon, now that I've known- was the patient who was put into the bed opposite me when I was in the hospital. He was the loudest snorer out of the six patients in one ward, including me. We exchanged greetings every now and then but I was asleep most of the time, due to medication.

"Not anymore though. Returned to my natural hair colour. Wow, it's been two years and you still remember me. You got some brains there," I chuckled. Yoongi snuggled further against my arm until his head fell against my chest. I pulled his body down onto my lap and rested his head on my thigh as he adjusted himself.

"Well, this brain was lucky it was just Post-traumatic Retrograde. It went away after a few months. Yoongi was there to help me out- help me recall the train accident I was in and whatever happened before and after. Without him, I'd be.."

He stared at Yoongi for a moment, lips in a thin line and eyes brimmed with worry. He averted his gaze the next second, looking through the recording on his computer. "What did you go through?"

I decided to ignore the way he cut himself off, putting a note at the back of my mind. I hummed and thought for a moment, trying to recall the type of amnesia I had. "Psychogenic Fugue."

Namjoon turned around immediately, feet pushing himself and his chair forward. "Isn't that.."

Knowing what he wanted to ask, I pursed my lips and nodded my head.

"So you don't remember anything from your past?"

"Nope. I was a new man with a new identity. They didn't have anyone to contact so I became my own breadwinner and found my own home ground."

Namjoon nodded slowly and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "That's rough. Well, glad to see you in an outstandingly good shape!" he chucked, giving my free shoulder a slight squeeze.

"I guess I do have some guns," I grinned, glancing down at Yoongi again. "Why is he so sleepy?"

Namjoon released an abrupt laugh before replying. "We're always staying up late recording and producing. He missed his morning coffee today."

"Ah," I said. Yoongi suddenly mumbled something incoherent and went back to sleep. I wondered if we were too loud. "Should I make him a cup?"

"Nah. He needs the rest." He got back to his computer. "What do you work as, Jimin?" he asked, suddenly.

"Oh, I work for the government." I run my fingers through my hair, untangling the random small knots. Yoongi sat himself back up from his lying state and shuffled around, pulling his leg up to rest on my lap. I froze, seeing his foot dangerously near mini Jimin. He then rested his chin on my shoulder, facing me. My eyes darted back and forth between his face and foot, trying to gulp down a ball of nervousness that apparently stuck half way down my throat. I finally coughed it out, causing Yoongi's eyes to flutter open, meeting mine.

"Fuck. Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm so sorry. I-"

"No, no. It's okay." I held his shoulders to pull his body back to mine. His face turned bright pink as he lowered his gaze. "It was quite comfortable actually. I'll be up for it if you wanna continue."

"Hah. No thank you. I think I received a very effective wake up call." I smiled slightly as he rubbed his eyes awake and sighed. "Sorry I- I get very.. hug-gy when I sleep."

"It's fine. I kinda like hugs." I grinned and tugged a strand of his hair back in place. Yoongi tore his gaze from me abruptly and decided to fold his blanket.

"Ugh, please. Get a room, you guys. I have work to do." Namjoon pulled his hoodie above his head and placed his headphones on, shutting the world off.

"Hey Jimin. You wanna come over to my house once in awhile? I mean, to record and stuff you know, not anything else. F-For team building, since you're new." Yoongi looked up from the tiny squares designed on the exposed part of the blanket.

"Cool. Why not? With Joonie too right?" I asked, pointing at Namjoon. Yoongi looked at him then back at me with a slight crease between his eyebrows.

"Y-yeah. With Joonie.. When did this nickname happen again?"

I chuckled and answered. "I promise to tell you during 'team building time'."

Yoongi stared at the back of Namjoon's arched body for a few seconds. "You know what? I'm curious and hungry so let's go to my place," he hurriedly said, grabbing my hand and leading me out.

I grabbed the envelope, which I apparently lied to Yoongi about saying it was bank mail, and chucked it into my pocket. It won't make a difference if it fell out anyways. We made it to the door and right after we unlocked the door, Namjoon groaned, catching our attention.

"Are you guys seriously getting a room?"