Crimson Thread [BTS Imagine FF]

Yoongi Chapter 4: First Mission

You gulp. Focus.

You thought you'd be going to the hidden room, but no, you're in Namjoon's personal quarters. And you're understandably terrified.

Even though the room isn't filled with firearms, drug money and instruments of torture like you feared somewhere deep inside, you're still on edge. In reality, Namjoon's bedroom is clean but packed with books—two walls of floor-to ceiling shelves, and a smaller shelf by his desk. You wonder how he has time to read for pleasure with his busy schedule. Aside from that, the room is elegantly furnished, but sparse. No pictures, no personal mementos. The only odd thing you notice is an empty bottle of champagne on his bedside table.

"Your target is Park Chanyeol," The God of Destruction adjusts his glasses and hands you a photo of a very handsome young man. You snap back to attention. "He's the son of the CEO of the Rosewood Hotel chain, went missing a month ago and is believed to harbor ties with Bigbang. His parents are worried he's become a gangster. That's where you come in."

"I get it, takes an animal to sniff out another of its kind," You note that Yoongi, compared to you, is rather lax. Bored, even. He rubs his chin in thought.

"W-well, at least someone's parents care about them, amirite?" You quip, all nerves.

"He can tell us something, then," Yoongi murmurs, ignoring you.

"Hopefully. To be clear, he is not to be harmed in any fashion. We're being contracted by his parents to bring him back. There's a sizeable bounty as well as assured relations with his father's company if you can pull this off."

"Great, so this isn't a real job, it's an escort mission," Yoongi groans. "If he was a hostage, this would be more interesting."

If that's his definition of 'interesting', he needs a new dictionary.

"He very well could be. We don't know what he's up to. But his file contains a list of places he frequents, friends, financial records. He's actually been out of their sight longer than a month, but no one was suspicious until he stopped using his parents' credit cards."

"Damn rich people," you roll your eyes.

Namjoon's laser-sharp gaze turns to you, and you tense. "This shouldn't be too dangerous, but make sure you keep a gun on you at all times. We wouldn't want any premature departures from our agreement," a Cheshire grin engulfs Namjoon's face.

"Understood," you bite out.

"Peachy," Namjoon takes off his glasses and gestures to the door. "The clients are on pins and needles, so find that boy as fast as you can. I'm tired of their bitching."

"Piece of cake, c'mon." Suga strolls out the door, and you do a hasty bow before scurrying after him.

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"Are you sure we're allowed to take this thing?" You ask nervously. "Isn't there another vehicle we can use?"

"There is," Yoongi smirks maliciously. "But this should make our job more interesting."

"I might regret asking, but... how?"

"It'll be a high-stakes challenge," Yoongi deadpans. You're still confused.

Yoongi slams the trunk, now loaded with supplies, and slides into the driver's seat of the very same van you were first whisked away in. It may be your imagination, but there seem to be a few more bullet holes in its doors than last time. You reluctantly get in and fasten your seatbelt.