compendium | bts x lovelyz

32 | rivals

"Jimin, I swear if you fucking fuck this up, you're gonna die."

Jimin rolled his eyes, hearing those words on his earpiece. "Yoongi, can you just please shut up? And also, stop cursing! You're rubbing the negative vibes on me."

"Shut up, kid. Just do the job correctly. Remember, you need to take the exact file we need. Are you in his office yet?" the older one gruffly spoke.

Jimin softly groaned when his shoelace came undone, causing him to stumble. "Yes, I just got here."

"Good. Now, go look for the files," Yoongi ordered.

With the darkness in the room, Jimin was quite hesitant that he would find the necessary file. He walked towards the table of the man they were gonna bust. As what he was ordered to, he began looking for the file―the file that they needed for the mission. Jimin was beginning to get frustrated because he couldn't find it. 

Where did he put the damn file?

He shuffled around the office as he still continued to look for it. He opened the drawers, but they only gave him false hope. He was about to give up and let Yoongi kill him when a certain while folder caught his attention. He extended his hand to grab it.

This is it! Hallel―

A cold metal was suddenly against his temple followed by a sound of the cocking of the gun. Jimin froze, his hand just above the file.

"I wouldn't take it if I were you," a melodious, sweet voice spoke behind him. It was a woman.

A woman? A damn woman is holding me up hostage? Yoongi would really kill me.

Just in time the latter spoke in his earpiece. "Hey, Jimin. You've gone silent. Did you already have the file?" he casually asked.

Jimin just stood still there, thinking of how to escape the hold of the crazy woman.

The woman suddenly chuckled. "Cat got your tongue? It was only a few minutes since you kept on murmuring, now you've gone silent."

Yoongi certainly heard her as he said, "Shit, Jimin! Who's that? You better get out of there!"

Jimin rolled his eyes and ignored him as he couldn't even move a limb because of the woman's gun on his temple. And idea popped in his mind. He quickly grabbed the gun, which was a fail because the woman got a hold of it. He felt her hand on his ear―quickly taking his small earpiece off. The gun was not pointed at this temple anymore, but in front of him. The woman was pointing her gun at him. 

Looking at her, Jimin couldn't help but be enticed by her. She was beautiful―so beautiful. She looked innocent that he questioned himself why an innocent human being like her was a spy but when he stared at her eyes, the answer was there. Her eyes were empty. Like she saw every horrible thing in this world. They were devoid of color.

Feeling uncomfortable by his stare, the woman moved closer to him with the gun on her hand. "Darling, stop staring. I might melt," she sarcastically remarked, forcing out a smirk. Jimin felt his cheeks blush.

"I..I just― W-Why are you here?" he stuttered. He wanted to hit himself for stuttering and for being distracted by her. He should be focusing on carrying out this mission properly but there he was, blushing like a pubescent teen.

"I'm here with the same goal in mind," she replied with determination lacing her voice. 

"Oh, you also want the file?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Obviously, so get out of my way because I need to get out of here before the bastard comes back," she sharply responded. 

The logo on her leather jacket caught his eyes. He had seen it somewhere. He just couldn't pinpoint where.