SPY-ISH → bts fanfiction

chapter six

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M.Y.G

"CAN YOU tell me who that man was?" I ask as Park Jimin sets a plate of food down in front of me.

It has already been two days since my arrival, and I promised the doctor that I would eat if they unhooked me from the I.V. Park Jimin bites his lip, looking unsure.

"What man?" He asks casually.

He's not very good at hiding things due to his obvious body language. I learned this on the first day.

"The one with the gray eyes," I reply.

I don't have time for games. I could've said something like "you know who I'm talking about," since he does. But I haven't the time to beat around the bush. Jimin steps away from the hospital bed, looking nervous.

"I'm not really allowed to tell you. This whole situation is much more serious than you think," he tells me.

My eyebrows furrow. I have been strangled and shot, of course I think this is serious. My silence and the silence of the room seem to boost his confidence a bit. He looks around. Then leans towards me. I had a feeling he wouldn't be able to hold back the identity of the man. Park Jimin seems to be someone who can't keep from telling others what he thinks will impress them I suppose.

"They call him Neuk Dae," Jimin says this in a low voice.

I blink. Neuk Dae? Wolf? I don't understand.

"He's probably the most specially trained super soldier out of all organizations. He can speak multiple languages, take down a group of more than twenty men within minutes, and kill...without a second thought. I heard he doesn't even have a soul." Jimin pauses, leaning away now, then swallows.

I know there's more, more that he wants to retain from me. But I watch him expectantly.

"The thing is, Min Yoongi. You're on his radar now."

I suppose my blood is supposed to suddenly run cold. Or my heart is supposed to pound fast. Perhaps I'm supposed to panic. But rather, I just watch him. This was new. I'd always had a target, always searched for someone for what seemed like my whole life, but now, I am the target. The one being searched for.

The only emotion I feel at this is confusion.

"Why?" I ask.

"'Why?' 'Why?' What do you mean 'why'?! Aren't you scared? I'm saying this man will kill you!" Jimin exclaims.

"Yes, but why?" I urge him to tell me.

He slaps his forehead.

"Min Yoongi, you're actually insane. You know that?" Jimin shakes his head. "You're being targeted because you are now aware of one of the most imperative missions he's ever been sent on. And you freaking called the police on him! The man who was supposed to die is now alive. And he's got information about Neuk Dae. And Neuk Dae is supposed to be a complete myth to everyone."

"But you know about him," I say quizzically.

"Yes, because I'm an agent," Jimin says blatantly. "And you're just a civilian."

I wonder if maybe he wasn't supposed to tell me that.

"I see," I reply, instead of addressing this.

So this Neuk Dae wants to kill me because I know about his plans to kill this other man? And because I compromised his mission? I ponder over this. I suppose it makes sense. But I want to know more. I deserve to know more, as I was almost killed from all of this. But I have feeling Jimin isn't going to tell me why the other man is being targeted. Or perhaps he isn't sure himself.

"Why doesn't he try to kill you, then?" I ask after a few seconds of silence. "You and your agency. You said he's an impressive soldier. And obviously you know about him."

Jimin licks his lips, looking frustrated. I know I'm asking questions he doesn't want to answer. Which means he's lying, or at least isn't giving me the whole story.

"Like I said, you messed up his mission by calling the cops on him. He's...angry..." he finishes the statement unsurely.

I sigh and look away. Would someone so elite and emotionless really want to kill me out of anger? It didn't add up. And how had he found me anyway?

"What group is he apart of?" I ask.

"I'm not answering that. You need to have some filter. Knowing more means more reason for your death." He brushes some of his dyed blond hair out of his eyes. "Besides, you wouldn't know it."

He is right, but I stay silent, not too intent on giving him the pleasure of knowing he's right. I look down at my food instead, wondering when he is going to leave so I can dump it. I glance up at him, about to ask him. Instead of leaving, however, Park Jimin walks over to the small chair in the corner and takes a seat. I clench my jaw, looking down at the food once more. Now I have to eat it.

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