"You're bulletproof as long as I'm around baby."
"You're going to be the one with a bullet in you if you don't stop calling me baby."
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You're the daughter of the head of a one of Korea's top spy agencies. When your father is assassinated, your...
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"Harder," Jungkook said, motioning for you throw another punch at the padded targets he wore on his hands. "You're smaller than me, so you need to put your entire weight behind every movement."
"That's going to make me tired quickly." You sighed and wiped sweat from your hairline. While you'd received basic combat training when you first went through your training period, you were never supposed to be an operative. You were supposed to spend most of your days in the office, maybe visit a crime scene or two. But there were always trained operatives there. Now, though, you were the head of the company. There was no predicting situations you may find yourself in.
"Your adrenaline should kick in," he said. "And you only have to hold them off long enough for one us to get to you." You pouted. Bangtan always came to save you, you could never save yourself.
"What if none of you are around? What if they've taken me somewhere?"
Taehyung looked up from his phone. He was sitting against the wall a couple feet away from the edge of the mat. You heard his phone lock and he gave you a hard look.
"That won't happen." He glanced over at Jungkook. "We won't let that happen."
"Taehyung," you said, it came out as more of a whine, becoming more and more frustrated with your old friend. If you could call him that anymore. "We must account for everything. I can profile as much as I want, I can train, I can study similar cases. But they may act differently from everything we know."
You turned to look at Jungkook, who's eyes were darting between you and Taehyung, a tiny upturn of his lips barely visible. "I want to train like an operative. Or, at least, work my way up to it."
Jungkook's shoulders tensed. "That's a pretty intense regimen," he said. "It's not feasible because you have so many other things to do. But, I can teach you more than just defensive tactics and basic combat."
He walked over to a nearby shelving unit that held a variety of practice equipment. When he turned around, he held a knife. It wasn't one of the dummy ones you'd used in your previous training, it was real. You could tell by the way the overhead light glinted off the blade.
"Dude," Taehyung said, getting up and coming to stand beside you.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt her. Don't you think she should be prepared for anything?"
"Of course, it's just--"
"A few bruises won't hurt me." You gave him a reassuring smile, knowing he was only looking for you like your father requested. Your eyes wandered to where his unbuttoned top buttons exposed a bit of his chest and shoulder. You shuddered.
Jungkook reached out and pulled you against his chest making you feel dizzy and your heart to pick up. He held the knife to your throat, his thumb between your skin and the blade, yet it was still firmly against you.
