Tables Turned | JH

Chapter 13: The Girl

Jungkook POV

Sitting at my desk silently, I look over the file in front of me that's displayed by my computer screen. Biting my lip, I try to focus on my work as per usual rather than letting myself worry about the mission.

"How long's it been since we sent him in?" Yoongi asks from his desk on the other end of the room. I don't have to look to know he's looking up at Namjoon who's likely leaning against his desk as he analyzes the new pictures that have come in with new bodies.

"It's been almost a week now." Namjoon hyung answers with a sigh. I mentally groan, disliking the fact that they're discussing this right now. I can't fucking focus when the mission is being discussed and they should fucking know that.

"And we still haven't had contact from him? What the hell is taking him so long?" Yoongi hyung mutters in frustration, running his hands through his dark brown hair.

"Calm down, hyung. He may not have had a safe opportunity to reach out to us yet. It took me nearly a month before I was able to make the first contact with the department when I went under. He's not dumb enough to be reckless and blow his cover just like that. You just need to be patient." I speak up, not bothering to look over at either of them despite feeling their gazes burning holes in me. I hear both of them sigh in response.

"It's just frustrating. We have no idea what the hell is going on. I mean, for all we know, he could've abandoned the mission and leave us completely fucked." Yoongi groans in annoyance.

"He's not dumb, hyung. He was in the business his entire life. He doesn't want to be put behind bars, hence why he's helping us. You should've expected the fact that it'll be a decent time period between contact from him. If he were running off to call us every second of the day when something happens, it'd be too suspicious. He's not dumb enough to put his ass on the line like that." I respond, finally looking over to the two of them. Namjoon sighs once again, nodding his head.

"Jungkook's right, hyung. We just need to be patient and give him time. He has to be careful. We have no idea who the hell he's surrounded by right now." Namjoon agrees. Just as he finishes speaking, my tapped phone that Hoseok is supposed to call rings. They both immediately return their attention to me as I heave a small sigh before answering it.

"What do you got?" I answer, not bothering to waste time with small talk. I know all too well that he's running on a clock and has limited time.

"Fucking hell, man. I don't think you coulda led me to believe a reality for this farther than what it is." Hoseok mutters in seeming frustration. I can hear him faintly blowing out a heavy breath afterwards, and I have a feeling he's smoking. Can't really blame ya, man.

"Talk to me, man. What do you got? What's going on?" I respond, gently biting the tip of my thumb to keep myself calm.

"Alright, first off. I'm working bout as high up as I'm gonna get. Hand picked from Kim himself as a fucking present." He says, sounding even more frustrated than the prior comment.

"What the hell do you mean as a present?" I question, not in the mood to play charades over the phone.

"Secondly, third kid. Not. A fucking. Guy. Her name's Choyeon. Middle child from my understanding. Her father fucking hand picked me to be a goddamn present for her. I'm stuck having to work at her fucking side now." He breathes out. My eyes widen and it's all I can do not to let the device slip through my hand to shatter on the desk. I can't even begin to formulate a response at this point, far too surprised by the information.

"Something's off though. I don't really know what the hell it is, but there's something wrong. Fucking numbs herself to the goddamn bone with some kind of drugs is my guess to add onto the insane amount of fucking liquor she can drink. Girls got a fucking high alcohol tolerance, that's for sure. I'm stuck staying in some fucking suite across the hall from hers at the moment though. I don't really have a ton of info for you, sorry. All I've got is that she's supposed to be the heir to the Empire and sounds like Taehyung is pissed about that. She runs a tight ship though, that's for damn sure. Doesn't seem like she's got the best relationship with her father either." Hoseok informs us.

"It's fine. You've only been in there for a week. You definitely got a hell of a lot further than I woulda expected. Just take your time and be careful. The last fucking thing we need is you getting your ass caught or killed, alright?" I tell him.

"Man, that's all the fuck I'm tryna do right now. I've already been nearly fucking raped and I've had to watch a three goddamn murders in a row, and help with shit that I didn't even have to deal with for my father's company. To say they run shit differently here and how dangerous things get the higher up you go is a goddamn understatement." He grumbles before I'm assuming he takes another drag off his cigarette.

"Just try to stay safe. Keep your ass alive and let us know as soon as you've got more details and have the chance. Better get going 'fore someone gets suspicious." I respond calmly.

"Glad we were thinking the same. I'll call when I can." He answers before we exchange goodbyes and he hangs up.

"What the hell was all of that?" Yoongi questions from across the floor. I sigh, running both hands through my hair as I try to take in everything Hoseok just gave me.

"This operation is gonna be a hell of a lot more interesting than what we originally thought." I inform them, a serious expression on my face. Namjoon and Yoongi both cock a brow at me.

"Middle child that's been unknown to us is a fucking girl. He got plucked from the recruits as a fucking present for her by Kim. He's now working for The Girl and sounds like she's supposed to be the heir to the Empire. Family fire with the youngest." I explain. Both their eyes widen in an instant.

"Holy shit..."