The Lie You Keep

I'm Glad It's You

Hi agen! Sry im not updating. I lost inspiration but here I am! Btw pic not mine! From gugle

Just as the pair were talking after lunch, the doorbell to Namjoon's apartment sounded throughout the walls, interrupting their conversation about the cosmos.

"Who could that be?" Namjoon wonders aloud as he stands to open the door. "I don't get visitors very often."

He receives a shock as he sees a bloody but smiling Taehyung carrying a hubcap of all things, the widest grin on his face.

His suit was disheveled and ripped in various places, a long tear running along the left pant leg. It was dirty and filled with dust and dirt.

Namjoon's nose wrinkles at the sight.

"Have you been diving in garbage?" he asks, holding his nose since there was a pungent smell radiating from the boy standing in front of him. It smelled like rotten bananas and just plain garbage.

Taehyung scowls.

"No, I fought with some people and disposed them for their own good."

"Disposed as in-"

Taehyung nods. "Yeah, I killed them."

"Killed who?" comes a third high voice, jolting the two out of their conversation.

Taehyung's eyes widen, and he scrambles for a quick response before saying "I- killed the lights downstairs after some scuffle." He presents his tattered suit. "I had some trouble." He smiles sheepishly.

Oh my gosh why didn't Namjoon tell him that Jimin was still here?! That was close... too close for comfort. Luckily he was able to think up of a quick excuse. He hopes Jimin buys it.

Jimin was looking at him up and down, Namjoon sweating bullets beside him. His lips were curled, as if trying not to let out a really big secret. Taehyung hopes he keeps that up.

"Are you sure?" Taehyung nods vigorously. "Then why is there blood on your temple? Or on your hands?"

He reflexively hides his hands behind his back.

"I tripped a couple times."

Jimin looks to Namjoon for confirmation, who just nods as well while not saying anything.

A brow raises at the weird behavior of the two people.

"Okay then." With that, Jimin leaves their side to go back inside.

Once they were sure he was gone, Taehyung whisper-yells "Hyung, what the heck?? Why didn't you tell me he was there?!"

"Urghh now it's my fault?"

"Yes! I don't even know if my excuses are still valid. I do them everyday!"

Namjoon rolls his eyes with a suppressed groan, leaving to go back inside his apartment home. Taehyung follows with a grunt, intent on cleaning his wounds.

He got into a nasty fight with some agents from another organization, presumably Agent Gold's, but he managed to survive with a pocket knife. He threw the dead bodies in the junkyard, and hoped to never see such again.

After cleaning the blood off his arms and face, he decides to shower and bring Jimin back home where he could be safe.

He was in the middle of dressing up when his phone rings, and he thinks twice about picking up the call since it was an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"You didn't kill him."

Taehyung's brows frown.

"I'm sorry, but who is this?"

"The big boss."

He suppresses the urge to gasp. He has to keep his cool. Maybe drain his phone after this call, since he had a feeling they were still being tracked.

"I didn't."

"And what do you plan to do now, V? Declare war on the very family that raised you? I expected more."

"Then I failed your expectations."

He wasn't going to start apologizing. He was sure he was doing the right thing: keeping Jimin out of death's clutch. He doesn't deserve to die, not yet. He's got his whole life ahead of him.

"Yes, you did. You also put him right in my path, so I can easily get a clear shot."

Taehyung can feel a growl wanting to rip itself out of his throat. His fist clenched.

"I'd never hand him over."

"Too late, pumpkin. You just did."

At that, Taehyung smashed the phone on the bathroom tiles, making sure to crush it into bits and pieces, hot white fury coursing through his veins.

Why couldn't he protect him right? Why? What was he doing wrong with all this? He just wanted to save a life for a change. Is that so much to ask?

"Stupid, stupid..." he growls out, stomping on the pieces of his phone.

He was too engrossed in his task that he didn't notice the bathroom door opening. Nor did he hear Jimin's gasp of horror, nor did he feel him trying to tug him away.

"Taehyung! Taehyung what are you doing? You're hurting yourself, stop that!" Jimin cries frantically, pulling Taehyung's shoulders even as he continued to glare at the pieces, imagining his boss as the phone.

"Namjoon-hyung get the first-aid kit!" Jimin yells, seeing blood pool on the floor due to Taehyung's continuous stomping. He did all this with bare feet, and the sharp bits had cut into his skin.

Jimin was finally able to wrench Taehyung away, going as far as to carry him bridal-style toward the living room, Namjoon's clumsy self appearing in mere seconds.

"What happened?" Namjoon asks as he starts to open up the kit, his hands shaking so much it made all the contents spill on the floor. "Agh fudge!"

"I'll do it hyung." Jimin smiles at him before nimbly getting to work. "I saw him stomping on his broken phone, and there was blood everywhere so I stepped in." He pauses to give Taehyung a questioning look. "Why were you doing that anyway?"

Taehyung had his lips pursed shut and tight, his eyes looking at the floor but his mind obviously elsewhere. Namjoon had a guess but he wasn't going to start talking. This was Taehyung's secret to tell.

"I'm a spy," is all he says before looking straight into Jimin's eyes.

Jimin believed that with no excuse nor question. It made sense. Everything, from the shooting guns to their time spent in the hill.

Honestly, he thinks he should've seen it sooner. How Taehyung was always there when there was danger. How he always pulled Jimin with him.

He smiles.

"I'm glad you're assigned to protect me."

He missed how Namjoon's eyes widened, and he didn't see how Taehyung had no reaction at all, continuing to clench and unclench his fists, too lost in his burning thoughts to hear what he said.