Surrender Me // BTS & KTH 21+

02

"She's back," Hoseok said as I entered the office with coffee in hand.

"That took a while, everything okay?" Kim Taehyung asked, concern filling his chocolate-brown eyes.

"Like you care," I thought.

"Yeah, they just... messed up Hoseok's order and had to re-make it," I lied. I was sitting in a room with two of the most notorious criminals ever to grace this planet, and yet I had to act as if everything was totally normal.

My name isn't Kwak Mikki. I have a life, a real identity back in Busan, but my job required me to completely change my appearance and persona in order to go undercover and infiltrate this group of criminals. Bangtan Sonyeondan was their underground name, a group my team had learned about through various contacts who worked the black market. Over the past six years, they'd managed to steal some of the world's most precious valuables. Works of art, jewelry, and precious stones were all fair game to these Bulletproof Boy Scouts as they forced these artifacts to be sold for millions and billions on the underground black market. Museums and bank vaults alike had been robbed, no matter how heavily guarded.

I work for a company called Adjunct Mission Institution or AMI for short. Essentially, we work with the government to provide highly-qualified and trained individuals to send on dangerous undercover missions such as the one I'm on now. Once we learned the identity of one member of Bangtan Sonyeondan, AMI sent me in to bring back proof of the rest of their identities and criminal activity.

It wouldn't be easy. Discovering one of their identities had been more of a stroke of luck than my team actually finding anything, and that was because he was a high-profile public figure who couldn't hide as easily as the rest could. I was chosen because Kim Taehyung was known to be a bit of a womanizer, and well... I am an attractive woman. Not only that, but who would suspect poor little 5' 3" Mikki had the ability to take a full-grown man down using just her two fists, or endure several hours of the most gruesome torture, or know how to hack into pretty much any computer system? No one. People underestimating me was my true advantage.

The men took the coffee from me gratefully. "Just what I needed," Mr. Kim said after taking a long draw from his cup. He handed me a stack of paperwork.

"Would you mind faxing these to our legal team? These need reviewing."

"Of course."

"Thank you."

I made to leave the office only to be stopped by Hoseok's voice. "Nice to meet you... Kwak Mikki," he said, grinning.

"You too," I said a little more flirtatiously than I intended. He winked and I feigned another blush.

"Hobi hyung, you really have to stop hitting on my employees," Taehyung sighed before I shut the door. I tried to listen a bit more, but I couldn't hear another word. Seems like someone had sound-proofed his office.

"Damn," I thought. I sat at my desk and booted up my computer. A fax machine stood behind Soobin's desk, and I found the number for Bangtan Enterprise's legal team and sent the forms over. They seemed to be contracts of sorts, some of the sections circled in red and made notes on. Looks like Hope World was going to be moving to the UK with the rest of the company's empire. Like hell it would. Not if I had anything to say about it.

Soobin had left several packets of new employee paperwork on my desk that I started to fill out, and after about an hour, Hoseok finally emerged from the office. "Hey Mikki," he said, leaning suggestively against my desk. "Thanks again for the coffee."

"Thank Mr. Kim," I said teasingly. "He's the one who bought it for you."

Hoseok scoffed. "Yeah, but that man bleeds money. You actually took the effort to get it, so..."

"Just doing my job," I replied, grinning. I was using a social tactic that I thought Hoseok would easily be trapped by, playing a little hard-to-get.

The man chuckled and ran a hand through his tousled black hair. "Hey, I know Taehyung would kill me for asking, but... do you want to go to dinner sometime?"

"Gottem."

"Sure." Hoseok's face lit up. "I mean, I'm pretty busy with this new job and Mr. Kim's schedule and all, but you could text me the day and time, and I'll let you know if I can make it?"

He put my number in his phone and left, but not before blowing me a cheeky kiss from his palm. I bit my lip, trying not to smile. He probably thought it was from being asked out by such a handsome man, but I knew it was because I had him right where I wanted him. Once they relax, people tend to talk, and a date was the perfect situation for some light interrogation.

"Mikki?" Mr. Kim's deep voice rumbled.

I stepped into his office. "Yes?"

"Please tell me you did not just make a date with Hobi," he sighed. Damn. He heard that?

"Uh, well, I-I..." I stuttered.

He chuckled. "It's okay. Hoseok is actually one of my closest friends, so I know he'll be a gentleman. But, you should know, he doesn't do relationships. So if you're looking for something long-term, just know... he's not."

I was surprised at how boldly he was addressing me considering we'd just met only a few hours ago. "I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Kim," I said.

He sighed. "Can you please just call me Taehyung? Mr. Kim is so... stuffy. Formal. Reminds me of my father."

I nodded. "Sure... if you want. Taehyung."

He smiled, causing tingles to run up and down my spine. I stepped back, surprised. Tingles? I wasn't supposed to have a reaction to him! I was trained for this, trained to let the charms of men bounce right off me. Trained to pretend to blush, but not actually blush. Trained to flirt. Trained to fake caring. Detachment. Detachment. Detachment.

"Mikki?"

I looked into those chocolate-brown eyes, my nerves feeling like they were on fire. "You okay?"

"Fine. I'm fine. I... just remembered I need to finish some paperwork."

"Oh. Alright."

I walked out of his office, shaken. He'd seen it. My face. My whole facade had faltered for just a second, and he'd seen it. What was Kim Taehyung doing to me?