AGENTS IN DISGUISE

CHAPTER 11: Shopping? Part 1

I sprinted to my room, slamming the door shut behind me, forgetting to lock it in that process. I sat on my bed, trying to catch my breath. I was terrified by Jin oppas non-stop yelling, plus his never ending lecturing and then Jungkook's deadly glares that he sent me from time to time which were telling me that he's going to kill me.

I gulped; picturing a horrible scene of Jungkook's hand around my throat, cutting all the oxygen heading towards my lungs. I'm on the floor, struggling to breath and telling my brain that I can't harm someone who I'm supposed to protect.

What do I do when he does attack me(not in a playful way)? Can I hurt him? What if he was taken captive and was blackmailed to shoot me, can I shoot him to protect myself? Can I hurt the person that I'm supposed to protect?

I may not find answers to these questions because I have no way to contact Chief. The only way I could contact him is through Phoenix's agency in Seoul. But the problem is that I don't exactly know where it is. I blame Eric for this problem. He wanted a challenge and a way to test our teamwork skills. He told Chief confidentially that we don't require the location of the Seoul Base because we are going to find it ourselves.

I stared at the door for a good 10 mins. When I was convinced that no "angry Jungkook" is going to barge into my room, I relaxed my tense body.

After a long day I finally laid down on my bed to sleep but when I closed my eyes I remembered something I was supposed to do. "I will surely read it by today" Oh man! I completely forgot about reading the files.

I lazily got up from my bed and walked towards where I hid the files. I pulled away the large carpet which was purposely put there by me. Once the floor boards were visible, I picked up 2 of the broken floor boards and grabbed the file which was safely hidden underneath the floorboards, waiting to be read. Yup...I broke the floor boards so I can hide the file under it hehe.......yes I could have hid the files somewhere else but....it wouldn't have sounded cool.

I sat on the writing table and placed the file on top of my incomplete, rough sketches. When Jungkook wasn't giving me orders which was the most heavenly time, I was in my room sketching or drawing random things; it somewhat calms me.

When I opened the file my eyes got attacked by bunch of red markings. "Right..I forgot Chief likes to highlight important things with a freaking red highlighter.." I mumble. I don't even know if people manufacture such sharp coloured highlighters that are sure to make you blind, but if they do I'm blasting that manufacturing warehouse.

I grabbed my sunglasses from the bedside table and wore them to help tone down the highlighter's brightness. "Wearing sunglasses, at night, inside my room. Pretty normal" I say to myself and then my brain adds "you are crazy". I curse at my brain for going against me.

Under eight minutes I finished reading the file. I skimmed through it and just focused on the content in the file rather than spending my time analyzing it. After finishing reading the file something felt off to me. I regret skimming through the file and wasting eight minutes of my life when I could have used those eight minutes to analyze and understand what the fudge I just read.

The file Bang PD gave me this afternoon was completely different from Chief's file. Those two files were like north and south poles, they did not connect. Though there was one thing in common between the files which was they both had information on how much danger BTS are in. This info only scared the hell out off me even more.

Every time I remember the danger that surrounds BTS I always think about "Why the FRIDGE did I sign up for this?" I shout. "oh you had to prove yourself to chief...you had to be a stubborn brat and take this mission when you know you can't even protect your team...." I sigh, "Now your team has turned their back on you. How can a person like me think about protecting BTS when I don't know how to protect myself" I drop my head on the table with a bang. "Ouch".