FALLEN PIECES | BTS

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❝Life is like a play. A badly written, unpredictable play that, suspiciously, has all the hallmarks of being concocted by a drunken Shakespeare on midsummer's eve.❞ — Arty's journal 

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A dark female figure wondered slowly across the grass of the park, a small patch of desaturated green bravely standing up to the encroaching jungle of grey and neon lights. Her hands were stuffed into the pockets of an immaculately cut dark-blue coat cinched at the waist, a grey scarf wrapped around her neck doing its best to ward off the chill of an early spring morning in Seoul. It didn't quite succeed, as a shift in the breeze brought a small shiver and a hiss from between her teeth.

The wind's chilled fingers caught a lock of dark curly hair from her collar, letting it dance in the open space before she caught it and tucked it behind her ear. Her hair, after all, was the only thing keeping her bare head from freezing. She refused to wear hats. Hats and curly hair just didn't mix, was her reasoning.

A stupid reason, Taehyung thought to himself as he shifted slightly in his crouched position by the tree line. Her lack of head wear was one of the first things he had noted since starting the surveillance mission on the young woman— along with the glaring fact that she was barely more than two meters from her security at any given moment. The only time she was ever out in the open was when she was getting in or out of reinforced SUVs, or for the ten minutes at 8:15 in the morning when she took a walk in the park.

And even then, her guards were ever present.

They walked a respectful distance behind their charge, with that rhythmic pace one would have while perusing the aisles of a shop, but Taehyung knew their shifting eyes were continually assessing the environment for the slightest hint of danger. For any onlooker, it may have been somewhat obvious that this young woman had bodyguards; they weren't bothering to be subtle — but that was entirely the point. She was important, and her security wasn't going to waste energy on being discreet.

Jungkook let out a soft grunt as he propped his arm carrying the long-range microphone, shifting it to a better position as the target continued her wandering walk. The young man squinted, concentrating, before flicking an earbud out.

'They're telling her it's time to move on to her schedule.'

Taehyung nodded, eyes glued to her movements as she appeared to sigh, bow her head, and then turn on her heel back in the direction she had come from across the park. The sound of her heels reconnecting with the pavement echoed throughout the empty gardens, a rhythmic sound that gently began to fade as she and her security detail made their way back to the black SUV.

'She said something about a meeting with an estate company later today,' Jungkook conveyed, following her retreating back with the microphone. Taehyung flicked his dark gaze to the younger man for a second, curious. This coincided with what Yoongi had found on her online scheduling. Not that she had put it on the internet for everyone to read, of course, but that had never stopped the infamous Suga before. It was his speciality, after all, finding what others didn't want to be found.

'Give it here.'

Jungkook handed an earbud to his companion, who popped it in his ear, the lilting tones of the young woman suddenly speaking.

'—can only hope it won't be as expensive as the last one was. That was ridiculously overpriced.'

'Yes, ma'am. They weren't even trying to be subtle about it.'