Egotistic - J.JK.

Twenty-Seven

"Are you sure this is safe?"

I picked off an imaginary piece of lint off of Jungkook's nice jacket, chewing at the inside of my cheek. The falling night's air was seeping into my clothing, goose bumps racing across my skin. My heart was faintly beating in my chest, nervousness coursing through my veins. Despite myself not heading off with Jungkook, I was scared for him.

I looked up at Jungkook, finding a hint of fear behind his eyes. I couldn't blame him. What he was about to go in by himself was terrifying; well, for him anyways. I had been around the explicit side of things for so long that it wasn't as scary as it used to be.

"You'll do fine," I murmured to him, giving a reassuring smile. I reached up a hand to place on his cheek, the shadow following with it from the streetlights. "If you just stick to the plan, everything will be okay."

"You're a lot better at this stuff than I am." Jungkook leaned his head against my hand, a heavy breath escaping him. The chilly air came with the sigh, steam puffing out. "Is there any way that we could switch places?"

"They know who I am, inside out," I said, a small frown falling with it for a moment. "I've always had trouble with them when I used to work with Yoongi and Hoseok. You have the best chance at getting in with them rather than I do. Plus, this suit will make it seem like you're a wealthy consumer."

"That doesn't make me feel any better."

"Just remember that you won't give them your name, even a fake one," I reminded him, letting my hand fall off his cheek and down onto his shoulder. "You just want to discuss business. Ask for any of the larger clients, see who's been in and out. Taehyung will be a big client, so they'll have to say that. If they're keeping things secret, maybe wager with them with some money. That's what assassins and organ harvesters want to keep their business entitled. Gives better options to get the items they need for their dirty work."

A nervous laugh came from Jungkook quietly, tensity showing in his expression for a moment. "I can't believe that you used to be one of them."

"Dirty work with a cheating amount of money for society." I smiled at Jungkook broadly after my sentence then gave him a peck on the lips. "Now, go get the information. I'll meet you back at the hotel, okay?"

He sucked in a nervous breath, whispering, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Jungkook and I parted ways after that, him heading a few blocks more into a bit of a rural part of town while I made it back to the bus station to grab a late night ride to head back to the hotel. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous at that.

After the bus ride, I got back to the hotel around seven thirty at night. I hugged my jacket more into me with the cold night settling in fast, the sun completely gone. The night sky was polluted with light, no stars in sight. The sounds of cars off in the distance made me feel better without silence to encase me. It was like I was still surrounded with life.

Walking through the first hotel door and into the small split between the second door, I froze in my tracks.

The second door opened with the sight of the guy who had held the knife up to my throat at the warehouse. He was sitting in the lobby with another guy beside him, the both talking with serious faces on. They didn't seem to have noticed me yet, the both entranced with their conversation. My heart had come to a dead stop in my chest.

No one seemed to notice me standing between the split of the doors, my eyes wide with fear. I tried thinking of what to do next, but my brain was telling me to start running before either of the men could catch me.

I took that chance instantly.

I flipped my hood back over my head and turned around, making my way out of the split and back out into the cold night. I shoved my hands into my pockets, my feet hurrying once I was out of sight from the door. My heart was starting to beat again, but I was starting to pant with my fear. I could practically feel a knife digging into the back of my neck again.

I couldn't help but think of Jungkook. I told him to meet back up at the hotel after he was done with the black market organ sellers. If he went back to the hotel and the guys were still there, he could possibly get hurt or be taken back to wherever Taehyung was holding all the other Defenders. Jungkook would be stripped of his powers like the rest of them would be.

I started making my way back to where Jungkook and I had gone to find the sellers. I couldn't wait for a bus because it would take too long, so I had to make it there on foot as fast as I could. It wasn't too far away, but it was a great distance that would take awhile. That made me nervous for what could happen between there and where I was at.

A pop suddenly went off in the night behind me, it sounding like a gun. My whole body jerked up at the loud noise, something hitting the pavement next to my feet. My eyes widened to see something had cracked the sidewalk a little to where my feet had been while walking, a bullet half buried into the concrete. Someone had tried to shoot at me.

Another shot went off, this time something whizzing past my head. I instantly ducked away, turning for a second to see who was there. It was the guy and his friend I had seen back at the hotel, the guy who had originally tried to kill me holding the gun. They were both approaching fast.

I cursed lowly under my breath, spinning around and making a run for it. My heart had caught up to my pants, the both of them hard and heavy with the new pound of adrenaline racing through me.

I ran around a corner, hearing the men behind me calling out. I didn't pay any attention to see if anyone was around me, only focusing on the footsteps that were approaching me fast. More curses spat from me, my legs begging to run faster and faster, but it wasn't good enough.

Something hit me in the back of the shoulder; hard. I small cry escaped me as I stumbled a little while running, my hand reaching up to curl around and touch the spot. Something warm was there, a hole peeping through my jacket. I was shot. The guy who had tried to kill me shot me.

The rising anger inside me was starting to flood my limbs, but through it all I couldn't help but think of my back turned towards them. Despite my hood being flipped up, they had the advantage of shooting the back of my neck. That created a new frenzy of fear coursing through me, the heat becoming fiery.

More shots ran out, more whizzing past my body. The men were getting too close for comfort, gaining up on me fast. With the heat in my body, I knew I had the energy to launch myself up on the rooftops, but were they able to follow me up? Could they track me down? There were a lot of flaws that could let them keep up with me, but there was no fighting in this. Not on the streets at least. 

I was coming up to a two story building. I clenched my fists to brace myself for the jump, everything feeling like a buzz. It was like the gunshots were becoming muffled, my body trying to make me sprint as fast as I could. Everything was making me dissociate slightly.

While launching myself up into the air, I could have sworn to feel one of the hands from the guys whiz by my jacket, having a failed attempt to grab me. That fazed me a few seconds later.

The next thing I knew was myself rolling onto the top of the building that was kind of like a crash landing. The adrenaline in me made me hop up instantly, a fading numb coursing through my shoulder while aches came from scratches caused by the concrete rooftop. I ignored all the small pains, starting to hop from rooftop to rooftop to get away from the men and get to Jungkook.

I heard their shouts growing farther and farther away as my body was starting to slow down a bit while jumping. I could feel myself be a bit frazzled from what had happened, not used to being attacked alone without Jungkook by my side. 

I needed Jungkook back. Immediately.