Innocently Guilty [EDITING]

《7》

The sound of Seoul during the afternoon was quite chaotic. Being Sunday afternoon, the city couldn't be more awake. Cars honked, kids laughed, people talked through their phones, families walked around to find something to do during the weekend.

No work. No school. Not enough time to actually go somewhere fun. That's what weekends were.

Jimin, on the other hand, did have some work to do. He was driving in the crowded street in a frequented area of the city. It was full of buildings, shops, malls, people. You know what they say. The best hiding is right in full sight.

While stuck in traffic, he decided to call his friends and make them know he would be late (already was). Pressing the call button on the car's screen, the familiar name appeared in big, white letters.

"Park! I thought you died or something! You are thirty minutes late." The deep voice of the man said through the cars speakers.

"Sorry JongSuk hyung. I'm kinda stuck in traffic." Jimin smiled as he peeked through the window to see how far the line of cars reached.

"Jiminie! How long do you think you're gonna take? The smell of coffee is killing me!"

Jimin giggled at the second voice. "Hello to you too, HyungSik hyung. I'll be there in five. I told you to order ahead."

"See? I told you, you moron!" JongSuk's voice could be heard again.

"But I wanted to wait for you. It's impolite not to do so."

Sometimes Jimin just wondered how was this guy seriously almost thirty? No wonder why he was still single.

"Stop acting like a kid. For someone that works in the Korean CIA division, you're so immature! Who gave you your license?" A loud sigh came out of the older.

"Sorry, Mr. FBI. You were the one getting mad about Jimin being late."

At this point the blonde just stayed quiet, enjoying the arguing on the other side of the line. The fact that they worked for two of the biggest security agencies in the world, made it very clear how fucked up the system really was. If it wasn't because he had seen for himself their great work in their designated areas, he wouldn't have believed it.

"I'm right outside." Those were his last words before ending the call and getting out of the car, walking into the small coffee shop.

The bell to the humble shop rang as Jimin entered. As usual, people looked at where he was standing to see who the new costumer was.

Curious people.

And as usual, some people stared at who was the gorgeous, blonde man that just entered. If they only knew he could kill them all within minutes. Would they be interested in him?

Jimin's eyes travelled through the shop, spotting a few people just staring, women giggling and whispering. He soon spotted two male figures at the very back corner of the shop, no one else was around.

He made his way to the table were the two males were arguing over something he probably didn't have the patience or the time to care for.

"Oh, Jimin. You're here." A tall man with black hair, slicked back and a mole under his eyes smiled.

"Hello JongSuk hyung."

Lee JongSuk works as an FBI agent in the South Korean division. He specializes in weapons and open field combat.

Special Agent in Charge.

Quite the ranking there. He had been working in the agency for nearly six years. Being only thirty and already having his name as one of the most valuable agents the FBI has had is truly stunning. Him and Jimin have known each other for two years and work together in the FBI.