Undercover [YOONMIN]

code 15

The sun was a tyrant.

I placed my hoodie over my head, trying to block its menacing rays from burning my skin to the bone. The beach was a nice area, soft pale sand, glittering waters and all but everything was just purely fucking roasting my everything.

I placed my backpack under a shady spot where a huge god-sent coconut tree was growing. With sunglasses at the edge of his nose bridge and snapback protecting his head, Yoongi placed on his fifth layer of sunscreen before inspecting the party set-up.

A blood red platform was placed in front of tables and chairs that lined a rectangular dance area that has been marked at the corners with decorative crystals that shot out from the sand like fences, a large purple one followed by two slightly smaller lilac ones at its sides. There was a DJ console on the side of the platform and a pop-up cocktail bar that had a mountain of stacked up wine glasses behind the counter. A few people were getting the rest of the attractions ready, a food table coming together a few steps from where we were.

Wiping off some droplets of sweat from his forehead, Yoongi approached a slim male who looked strangely similar to Jin. Brown hair swept across his forehead and he swept it back, a smile slowly etching onto his face. I looked back at Namjoon, watching him stumble over a stray plastic bag before nodding at him, telling him follow.

"Ken. Nice to meet you. You must be Yoongi, Jimin and.. Nam.."

"Namjoon, Mr. Ken," Namjoon sounded, catching up beside me, then shaking hands with him.

"Namjoon," Ken repeated, the crinkles beside his eyes becoming more prominent. "Nice dimples."

Yoongi and I exchanged a look before returning to the two of them. Namjoon withdrew his hands quickly after they made contact, averting his eyes and at that moment the stray plastic bag does not seem so annoying anymore. My eyes caught Ken's faltering smile before he turned his attention back to us, clearing his throat.

"Well, the party starts in 3 hours. You can prepare till then. The equipment is ready. I'll see you guys later!" he waved, before getting into his van.

I pulled off a mischievous grin at Namjoon, who stared at the retreating Ken, frowning.

"I don't get why we don't a van, or refreshments either. I mean he just introduced and walked off and- and expected us to endure this blazing heat ourselves? Such hostmanship," Namjoon complained before walking off, kicking aside the piece of plastic that stuck to the sole of his shoe.

"True," Yoongi said, nodding his head as he went towards Namjoon's direction.

I shook my head, confused whether Yoongi actually understood the look I was giving him.

The practice was alright, despite being drenched in sweat. We were offered orange juice, which Namjoon downed in a second and asked for a refill the next, to cool off after 1 and a half hour of practicing a few songs and re-performing a few choreography we came up with. I had a solo part too, which was interesting. The only thing that was bugging me at the back of my mind was meeting up with boss. I was torn between telling Yoongi that I worked for Dycats Initials and just get over the talk with boss and convincing him that nothing Yoongi told me was important. All prayers were only to hope Yoongi's life could be spared.

We sat at the edge of the platform, planning to get off any minute to wash up and get dressed before the party starts. As I finished off with a last sip, I faced Yoongi making and unmaking my choices within split seconds.

"Yoongi, this is not the time but I need you to know something."

"Yeah?" he continued staring and playing with the undone thread of his shirt. "You worried about something?"

"Yeah.. I.. You see.. Taehyung and I were- are working for Dycat Initials."

Yoongi's head shot up, eyes immediately looking into mine.

"Wha- You're kidding right? Dycat- Hah. You know, just because I told you about them doesn't mean you can trick me-"

"I'm not tricking you, Yoongi! Listen, Taehyung brought me to work in Dycat Initials when I was at the hospital. He told me there was a spot for me and they were very desperate for a volunteer. Since I had no identity or whatsoever, they wouldn't have to do any arrangements and being a Dycat agent would be the best paying job. He also said that in exchange, the government would help me out with living expenses, my house, food, clothes, medical fees- literally everything. I was broke at that moment too. Following Taehyung's recommendations was the only thing rational to do."

I waited for Yoongi's reply, drawing in my breath after all that explanation. It was a long pause but he finally said something after my fourth breath.

"So you're a Dycat agent?" Yoongi's voice was small.

"Yeah.. You were supposed to be my target and I was assigned.. to kill you."

His fingers twitched and his lips opened slightly but closed it back when nothing came out. I took in an abrupt inhale before straightening my back and pursing my lips.

"But I have no intention of killing you now! Trust me! It's just that.. My boss.. He's coming today and it's the first time I'm seeing him. And I'm going to- to tell him that I won't kill you and I'm going to quit and I-"

"Jimin, you can't simply quit Dycat."

I stared as Yoongi's stoic face, trying to search for that little spark behind his eyes but only meeting with a solid brown. "What do you mean?"

"You have to prove yourself out, you have to- Oh gosh. What the hell did Taehyung drag you in?!"

He squeezed his eyes closed, his nose slowly flushing to cherry red.

"What do I have to do Yoongi?!" I leaned forward, pulling down his hands that were trying to cover his face. "Yoongi, look at me!"

With a strong tug, I managed to make him face me. My heart cracked when I saw tears staining his cheeks.

"Present h-him the blood of whom y-you Bonded with."