SPY-ISH → bts fanfiction

chapter nineteen

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M.Y.G

OUR GOAL is to find our way into Jeon Jungkook's father's computer. It has been this whole time. But as Jimin and I continue spending time at the high school and getting to know the students around us, I start doing some deeper thinking myself.

From what I've seen of Jimin's agency, they're pretty prestigious. They have information and resources and the ability to get involved in really big issues around the country, if not the world. And I still don't even know the name of this corporation that I've been "working with" for almost a month.

I look over at Jimin, who is now dozing off in the seat beside me. I sigh and lay my head back, trying to silence my thoughts as Namjoon drives us back to the warehouse. Jimin hasn't said anything about the means he used to get me here since that day in the hospital. And I think about the fact that no one else in the group is supposed to know. I can't help but get suspicious at the fact, wondering just how much Park Jimin really knows about her. How had he even gotten the file?

I turn to look out the window beside me, the old, grey buildings pass by in a blur, paralleled to the blur of thoughts in my head. How can I succeed if I don't trust the people who are supposed to help me succeed? Finding her is my success. But now I don't even know if that will ever happen, even with Jimin's promise.

I shift slightly, feeling ever so guilty that this mistrust is still present. My movement causes Jimin to lean my way, his head suddenly falling against me. I freeze, blinking in surprise. Swallowing slightly, I carefully turn my head to look down at the younger boy. He's fully asleep now, his head rested completely on my shoulder. I reach towards him, meaning to nudge him away. But as my hand reaches nearer to his head, I pause. I don't know why I pause, but I do. And then I slowly bring my hand back towards my side.

Then I simply sit still, Jimin resting against me. Softly breathing with me.

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"Yoongi," a deep voice jolts me awake.

I blink and lock eyes with Namjoon.

"We're back. Sorry, did I wake you?" He asks sheepishly, glancing from Jimin back to me.

I shake my head silently, almost feeling like I'd been caught in some weird situation.

"Okay, well, I'll head in first," he replies, turning back to shut off the car.

As he slams the door shut behind him, Jimin also awakens. He jerks his head up suddenly, knocking against my jaw. I let out a slight noise of pain, reaching a hand towards my pulsing jaw.

"Heh, sorry about that," Jimin says, scratching the back of his neck.

He lets out a yawn and stretches his arms, ignoring my glare. But I turn away after a few moments and unbuckle, ready to get out of the car and be alone for a while. But I pause as I reach for the handle.

"Jimin," I say, resting my hand on the door.

"Hm?" He murmurs, taking off his own seat buckle.

"Do you trust your partners?" I ask him carefully, Seokjin's tired eyes flash through my mind from our second night here.

"Of course," he says with a short chuckle. "How would this operation succeed without trust?"

Jimin stops for a second, growing more serious as a wave of realization passes over him.

"I mean, I understand you not trusting me. But as long as us professionals make sure to listen to each other and stay loyal, we'll succeed," he assured me, and I assume he's talking about the actual "agents" we're here with.

There's that word again. Succeed. Is it possible to succeed if I don't trust him? If I don't trust myself?

"Why? Something wrong?" He asks me, peering into my eyes with some worry.

"I..." I wonder how to ask this. "Jimin, can you really help me find her?"

Jimin blinks in surprise, then looks away, concentrating on a random stain on the back of the seat in front of him. He looks as though he's thinking really hard about what to say next.

"I know you don't want to, Yoongi, but I need you to trust me too," he tells me after a few silent moments.

I clench my jaw slightly, wondering if this was his answer.

"What I'm trying to say is..." he continues with more confidence in his voice. "I know where she is, but it'll be difficult to get her unless you trust me."

I tilt my head, wondering at his words. Fine. I decide to trust his words. But I still don't trust Park Jimin.

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The next day is when probably the strangest event that's happened to Jimin and me at the school happens. Or rather, it happens to me, and Jimin happens to witness it.

Kim Taehyung caught up to us quicker than ever, even more eager to talk with us and perhaps be apart of a group for once. I don't mind his loud, deep voice anymore, rambling on with Jimin. It has become part of the pattern which I have learned to accept. When we get to Jimin's locker, I allow myself to yawn slightly, the mental fatigue catching up to me again as the "mission" has grown less vital than it seemed before.

"Woah, Yeejin-ah, I didn't know you could yawn," Taehyung says with a cheeky grin.

I assume he is teasing me, so I stay silent and shrug.

"Yah, Hanbae, you need to take better care of your stepbrother. He looks terrible," Taehyung switches his teasing to Jimin.

When Jimin remains completely oblivious due to the remaining lack of awareness he has for his cover name, I nudge him with my elbow. But even then he's still. I blink in slight confusion and step in front of him, wondering why he's zoned out. That's when I notice that Park Jimin is glaring off at something down the hallway, with such a dangerous glint in his eyes, that I decide it has to be worse than that greasy boy who's been repeatedly annoying him.

"Kang Hanbae?" Taehyung murmurs, also growing confused.

We both follow his fiery gaze down with our own eyes, down the hall. I blink in confusion as all I see is another boy, grinning back at Jimin with a distinct heart-shaped smile.

What now? I wonder.

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