BTS Imagines

Enigma - part 5

// The Shipment //

Yoongi worms through the body of students towards the dormitory before he spots the familiar faint crack in the wall. His fingers graze the edge and tugs at the hidden door. It creaks open like a broken see-saw and stops halfway because of the rusty hinges.

He looks around, making sure that he was alone, then slid through the small crack. As soon as he stepped into the dark, his phone lit up with an incoming message.

We've got a problem. Come fast.

Light bulbs flickered on, illuminating the long tunnel. He follows the lighted path without looking twice. The tunnel was practically an underground maze, stretching to every corner of the humongous school. Yoongi was skipping class one day when he chanced upon the hidden door. He took about a week to map out the entire thing without missing a cranny.

During his first year, he had used the tunnel to escape class. He found that one of the paths led beneath the dense forest that outlined the school to a small beach. It was closed off and secluded to everyone on the outside, something that he appreciated very much. The private beach was his escape from all the bullshit he had to deal with. From his future to his parents to the uncertainty that brewed in him about one Jung Hoseok. Not that he was willing to open up about that one yet.

Yoongi would occasionally bring the boys down when he felt generous; sneaking out of the dormitory pass sleeping hours and fooling around till the sun rises. In that sacred beach, everyone shed their second skin.

By his second year, he found a beneficial use for the tunnels.

He emerged from the dim tunnel, the bright midday light pulling him out of the shadows. "What's wrong?" he asked Jungkook as he jogged over.

The tall boy was tapping his feet impatiently with a stick of cigarette dangling in his fingers. He responded with a slight nod towards the school gate, gesturing for Yoongi to follow him. They arrived to find that the shipment had been held up by the guard stationed at the entrance. The driver was trying hard to explain an unscheduled shipment with an exasperated expression.

"New replacement," Jungkook murmured. He took in the last of the burning bud and flicked it away before the guard could see him.

"I'm sorry sir, but there's no record of a delivery for today. I can't let you in without a confirmation. Hand me over your delivery receipt and I'll make a call to the office," the guard said with his scripted words.

In a split second, Jungkook dropped his icy exterior and flaunted the mask of a straight A student. It was sickly sweet. It was angelic. And it was the polar opposite of Jeon Jungkook.

"Maurice!" he called with a bright smile as he waved to the driver. "What's taking you so long? The boys from student council have been waiting."

Yoongi followed his act, putting on his own sweet smile as he greeted the new guard. "Afternoon sir. Ah, I don't think we've been acquainted," he says as he reaches his hands out. "I'm Min Yoongi. And you are?"

The guard looked him up and down before cautiously offering his hand. "Uhm...the name's Burt. Burt Jones."

"Mr Jones, can you enlighten me on why you're holding back my delivery?" Jungkook chuckled, playing it off as a joke. "My boys and I have been waiting eagerly for the supplies. It's supposed to be a surprise for this Sunday's mass. We're celebrating the father's 10th year with this school. It's been such a blessing to have him isn't it Yoongi?"

The older boy nodded at the lies with such sincerity, bringing up his hand and placing it on his heart as he spurted out a prayer for the old man.

"Oh...I didn't know...but...but there isn't a scheduled date for a delivery today," the guard stammered while fumbling with the sheets of paper.

"For that, you have to forgive me, Mr Jones," Jungkook sighed. "I didn't leave a record because, as you know, it is a surprise!"

The guard let out a nervous laugh as he tried to buy into Jungkook's story. His first day at work has proved to be more demanding than he imagined.

"I uh-"

"Oh my goodness, gracious!" Jungkook gasped. "Where are my manners? I haven't even introduced myself! My name is Jeon Jungkook. Captain of the boating team, the judo team, lacrosse team and the person in-charge of making our church's father elated on his 10th year anniversary."

And there it was. The big and powerful name that could move worlds. It was a name that carried whispers of fear around the hallways. Not only did it belong to the coldest guy on campus but it also belongs to the man who ran the entire campus.

"Jeon?" the new guard choked. "As in Sir Jeon the school Director? That Sir Jeon?"

"My father yes!"

It dawned on him then that this guy was his employer's son. No, not employer. More like his employer's employer's employer. This was definitely not a good time to get written off for something little. He rambled a bunch of apologies and discarded his standard protocol, letting the driver in.

Jungkook let out a high pitched squeal that Yoongi did not know could come out of him. It almost made him gag, knowing that he had to see the young boy punch someone to get that repulsive sound out of his head.

"Thank you so much!" Jungkook yelled out as he followed the van to the back. Fits of excited giggles trailed the boy; another repulsive sound that Yoongi had to get out of his system.

Yoongi turned back to the new guard and slipped a bundle of 20s. "I hope you'll keep this between us. We really don't want the surprise to leak."

He arrived to see the driver spitting out curses, tumbling around with a split lip while Jungkook hovered over him. The menacing look he had on was such a sudden change that he had Yoongi chuckling. This definitely got those ridiculous sound out of his brain permanently.

"The fuck was that! You couldn't even get through a fucking guard?! Couldn't you fucking think of an excuse with that pea brain of yours? I had to put my ass on the line and now there's no guarantee that that prick of a guard's not gonna spill about some goddamn church celebration that I'm supposedly hosting! Fucking idiot."

"I paid him a bundle, don't worry," Yoongi assured the younger boy in the midst of counting the boxes stacked by the van. He gave Jungkook a thumbs up after confirming the right amount.

Jungkook gave the driver the last kick before stalking off with the boxes in hand. The man, who looked like he was in his late 20s, keeled over from the sudden impact. Blood trickled down, staining the black asphalt concrete as he tried to stand up.

"Jesus," Yoongi muttered at the violence seething out of his friend. Jungkook took anger issues to a whole other level; possibly psychotic even.

It wasn't something he could tolerate every day but he needed the muscles to run his black market within the school. And he needed someone who wouldn't nag about morals and illegal wrongdoings in his ear. In their group of friends, it was only down to him and Jungkook. Occasionally Taehyung; but that guy was too chatty for Yoongi's liking.

"What's your name?" he asked the driver as he squats down to face him. His fingers were already shuffling another bundle.

The man gritted his teeth, embarrassed by the fact that he was tormented by boys younger than him. He pushed his ego for a second to sputter a name.

"Right well," Yoongi sighs as he tosses the bills. "Here's $300. And another $100 for your inconvenience. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to call your boss. I doubt Kookie wants to see you the next shipment."

"Fucking rich bastards," the man snarled.

Yoongi scoffs as he sees the bills pocketed away. He amuses him whenever people snickered at them yet took their money anyway. Shows to the world that money was power and power gets people to bow down.

"That I am."