If you're wrong, you're dead.
Be that of a police, or a gangster.
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⚠WARNING CONTENT⚠
• Curse words
• Violence
• Gore
• A few bits of sexual content
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-- fanfiction only --
"Sir, I think our fugitive knows about me being an agent," Saeron stated calmly. Tapping her fingers onto the armchair out of habit.
"And why do you think so, Agent 007?"
"He's giving me so much attention that it feels out of place. You know, like, really odd. I'm very suspicious that he already knows something,"
"And how so?"
"A few days ago he took me to his place, despite the fact that we've only known each other for a week,"
"So, did you go?" easing the tension a little, Namjoon teased one of his right-hands, wiggling an eyebrow with a teasing smirk. Unintentionally showing his deep dimples.
"How rhetorical. Of course no,"
"If a time comes where the situation is necessary, you should always consider your mission on top. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, but for now, the thing is that I've gotten to know him for almost two weeks. And each day his attempts on getting us closer is getting more noticeable," Saeron sighed. Remembering when one time Jungkook asked her to walk her home in front of the whole restaurant. And another time when he hugged her as an 'apology' after spilling his drink on her by purpose.
"You know the blonde and bobbed-hair guys who work with you both? Our fugitive has been good friends with them, am I right? They even go out for lunch together sometimes. And it's all to balance his fake identity. Just like how you made some friends for your fake identity,"
"And?" getting impatient with how slow the conversation is going, Saeron, as always rushes for more information.
"As from your reports lately on his behavior, he seems to be targeting on you to be his girlfriend. And that is just for him to look like a normal boy with a normal life. And you being a 19 year old girl who lives alone, which is less complicated, makes the best target," Namjoon explained, still with his slow pace.
"So what you're implying is that he can kill me whenever he likes or if I figure something out. And me living alone makes it easier for him to do so and clean the rest later on,"
"Exactly," he nodded, amused by how she had managed to absorb all the information he had just given. "But Agent 007, that is not how you're going to earn his trust,"
"I know, I got this. Although earning trusts were never my specialist so I believe it will take a while,"
"You have all the time you've got, Agent 007," Namjoon nodded, dismissing Saeron for the day. With that, Saeron bowed and left the office. Exiting through the bulletproof glass doors of the headquarters, she headed to the bus station and went straight to college.
SAERON'S POV
"You're leaving already? Don't you have another class to attend?"
"Come on now, Irene. I have to go to work, can we save the nagging for later on?" I whined as I blew a few strands of hair out of my face.
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