𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊 [HIATUS]

Use Her

Jungkook

I throw the last guy to the side, not even caring about hiding my tracks anymore. They know we're here.

I see a staircase and a huge painted 99 on the wall.

I've found the place.

I start making my way up the staircase slowly. I still have to be cautious.

And there's really no point in trying to rush to Kang's rescue anymore.

Since I was held up by those guards, it's most likely she's dead now.

At least I don't have to worry about my suspicions anymore.

But if I don't do everything right, I'm dead meat as well.

I slowly push the door open, exiting the staircase into a soundless hallway.

So Kang is dead. They killed her and left. Right?

I suddenly hear a low hiss to my right and find a bloody and bruised Y/N-I really need to stop thinking of her by her first name-sitting with her back against the wall, her face smudged with more blood and debree. Sprawled around her are three dead guys, and two more are lying not too far away. Then  further down the hall are even more guards, at least five, dead and on the ground. They all look like they were once very buff and intimidating. Y/N-Kang did this?

I look down at the panting girl again, she hasn't even noticed me. She must be injured very badly. Her eyes are closed. Then I notice the gash on her head. I can't tell if she has any other injuries due to the amount of stuff covering her body.

"Kang?" I call as I start to walk towards her. I don't rush forward because... well, I don't care.

She slowly opens her eyes and looks up at me.

"Thanks for being here when I needed it... Captain," she says sarcastically.

I ignore her comment and kneel down, checking the wound on her head.

"Only the skin was broken. I think. Let me see your shoulder," I say.

She uncovers her shoulder and it starts to bleed out.

"Whoa," I say as I quickly take her hand and put it back on th wound. Then I rip a strip off my shirt and wrap it around.

"Do you have any more injuries?" I ask.

"No, nothing serious," she breathes.

"Just because it's nothing serious doesn't mean you don't have to tell me-"

"Why the hell do you care?" she glares at me for what feels like the millionth time today.

I glare right back.

"Fine, whatever," I say.

"We still need to get that weapon," she says, starting to stand up.

"Not in this state-" I reach a hand out to hold her down, but she slaps it away and stands up.

"I'm hurt, not dead. I'm fine," she says.

"It's my job to ensure my agents' safety-"

"I know," she snaps.

"Will you let me finish a sentence today?" I ask.

"No," she hisses before pushing past me and walking almost normally away, towards the direction of the mass of dead guards.

I catch up to her.

"You do not speak to me-" I start.

"I. Don't. Care," Kang says angrily.

She must be finding it hard to maintain her fake identity, whatever it is, because of the pain caused by her injuries. I can take advantage of this.

"How did you kill all those guys? You're just an Elite Soldier at the start of training," I say.

"Don't take advantage of this situation to get answers out of me. I've told you the truth already. It's not my fault your segment doesn't know how to train agents well. Your squad suffered because of it," she spits.

She caught on fast. Too fast.

We make it to the end of the hallway only to be met by multiple wires traps.

"Wait a sec," Kang says before heading towards a panel on the wall.

"You can't disable the traps, they're wired-"

"Shut up! You stupid dickhead, you're the reason why I'm in hell from this pain right now!" she yells.

I don't say anything back. I don't use my authority. One, because there's actually no point, we're probably going to die at the end of this. Two, because it's true. Her punishment was kind of unnecessary, and to have to go on a mission right after? That really is hell.

"Ok, point made Kang, but we're going to have to get through these traps-"

"Done," she says, and I watch in awe as the traps unhurriedly disappear and power off.

"How-"

"You'll never know," she snaps as she starts down the new hallway.

"Have you even let me finish one sentence since-"

"Who cares?" Kang turns around and smiles innocently at me.

I roll my eyes and go in front of her.

We continue forward, until a group of guards appear and I unconsciously step in front of Kang, pushing us back a little.

There's too many of them.

"You're here for that old bastard's weapon, aren't you?" one smirks.

I don't say anything. We're done for.

The man lifts an eyebrow cockily.

"Not saying anything?" he asks as he raises his gun pointed at my chest. "Next."

I grimace, awaiting my unavoidable death.

I hear a sickening bang, and the bullet is rocketing through the air, heading towards me. But a second too much passes, and I still feel no pain on my chest. I open my squinted eyes and they widen at the sight in front of me.

Third Person POV

"Sir, she's been shot. I think it's in the stomach, though. She should survive," one of Head Kim's lackeys say.

"Good. If she doesn't, our doctors are losing their hands," Head Kim responds.

The lackey shivers.

"So are you going to use her?" the lackey asks. "She was injured from her punishments earlier today, but she's obviously very good. She also seems to have a good captain's sense, protecting those on her side whether she likes them or not."

Head Kim leans closer to the screen displaying Jungkook holding on to a bleeding Y/N on the floor, while the other squads arrive to their rescue.

"Yes, yes I will," he answers.