SPY-ISH → bts fanfiction

chapter twelve

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M.Y.G

"THIS UNIFORM is way too big." Park Jimin tugs at the sleeves of the blazer he's wearing. "And I still don't see why I had to get my hair dyed back to black."

I look down at my own student's wear. It fits just as well as my actual high school uniform had. I hadn't grown much since high school. If anything, I'd gotten smaller. I never really cared about how I looked in my uniform anyway.

"Get used to it. It's too late to go and buy a better one," Fae tells him, struggling with the tie around his collar. "Plus, how many high school students do you know with bright, blonde hair? Your goal is to fit in."

Namjoon throws me a sweater vest suddenly. It hits my chest and falls to the ground. He hides a snort behind a coughing fit as I reach down to pick it up off the grimy floor of the warehouse.

We spent the night on cots with thin sleeping bags, until the cold air grew too much and we all found semi-comfortable spots in the van. Now I think we are all on edge. Agent Chang is more irritable than usual, Namjoon is sort of out of it all together, and obviously my reflexes are failing. Though I hardly had any in the first place. Kim Seokjin seems to be the only one who has a firm grasp on reality. Then he pulls out a cup of coffee I haven't even noticed before.

"Hyung! Why didn't you get me any?" Jimin whines at the sight of it.

"I was awake before all of you. And really bored. There's a coffee shop a walks distance from here," he tells us matter-of-factly. "And it's best for you to be tired looking."

"What? Why?"

I recall that Seokjin is the director of the undercover part of this whole scheme. He's the professional here, who knows about what this whole operation will need to succeed.

"You think a new student at school will be perfectly awake and ready to begin? Jimin, listen. You can't fake everything, especially not fatigue," he instructs.

Jimin nods solemnly.

"Ahh. Right," he murmurs.

I let out a sigh and slip on the sweater vest, then the wrinkly blazer beside me. I'm not even sure where they got these uniforms. But I decide not to ask.

"Okay, it's already 7," Namjoon suddenly announces. "Time to go, guys."

I let out a shaky sigh. We spent the whole of yesterday preparing Jimin and me for these roles. These fake personas. But a day isn't enough. Not even a year would be enough. I have to fake my identity for a month. Maybe more. And I've only spent one day getting ready.

Jimin and I lock eyes, and he gives me a nod. It doesn't seem like much, and I don't expect it to mean much. But it sort of does for some reason. And I nod back.

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"Okay, so we're step brothers, seniors in high school, staying with my biological uncle, while our parents are spending a year abroad in the states..." Jimin recites once again.

"Yes, correct. But you don't have to repeat that so much, Jimin," Jin tells him from the driver's seat. "If you do, it'll only sound mechanical and fake when you actually need to tell people."

"Right. Right, sorry...I'm slightly nervous," Jimin admits sheepishly.

Agent Chang emits a loud groan from the seat in front of us.

"Now's not the time for nerves, Jimin," she snaps.

"I'm a nervous high school student. Nervous about my first day as a transfer," he breathes carefully.

"Oh gosh," Namjoon mumbles from the seat beside me. "You sound like you're about to curl up and begin meditating."

"No, no. This is good. Channel your 'Park Jimin' emotions into your new persona," Seokjin encourages as we pull up beside the entrance to the parking lot of a bustling school building.

Kids with uniforms like ours screech and laugh, running and walking through the gates as they hurry to the school. I study them as we drive by, perhaps trying to absorb as much teenager-ness as possible from watching them. My real first day of being a high school senior was more than five years ago. But I haven't changed much. Probably, I've only gotten skinnier and more gaunt looking.

"Okay, are you guys ready?" Seokjin interrupts my thoughts.

Jimin and I turn to look at him, both slightly wide eyed.

"Yeah, I think so," Jimin says.

I nod once, trying to seem prepared. But I'm really not. Seokjin sends us both a reassuring smile. Agent Chang hands us both the envelopes that hold our registry information, having held it back this long for fear that we'd lose them as soon as we got them.

With one last nod, Park Jimin and I hesitantly open the car door beside him and step out.

"We're trusting you guys," Namjoon tells us as we stand on the sidewalk. "You understand that you can't call us or anything during the school day right? You're on your own until tonight."

"Yup!" Jimin says with a serious nod. "Got it, Hyung."

Namjoon sends us a 'fighting' fist, before sliding the door shut. Jimin and I look on forlornly as the black van drives away, watching silently until it completely disappears. It's a tense second or two before he glances over at me.

"You ready?" He asks me, slinging his new backpack over his shoulder.

"Yes," I lie, gripping the straps of my own bag tightly.

With that, Park Jimin and I turn towards the looming building before us. It stands tall and ominous, almost menacing. Mocking us. Perhaps telling us we can never possibly make it through this. But then, it is only just a high school.

"Yah! Students! What are you doing standing there with your mouths hanging open?!" A sharp voice breaks the heavy silence.

We jump and see a tall man standing at the gate with hands on his hips.

"You wanna be late?! I'm closing the gate!" He yells at us. "Okay! See you both in detention!"

"Ah! Wait! We're coming!" Jimin exclaims.

He grabs my arm and drags me forward. We race through the gate, past the scowling man and up through the parking lot. As we run, a wave of familiarity washes over me. A mix of nostalgia and anxiety. And I look towards Park Jimin, wondering what in the world I'm doing here.

Yes, this certainly does feel just like high school.

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