𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 ✦ jikook

f i f t y . t h r e e

A/N: Juuzou Suzuya could have just asked for my wig nicely oml *cries in whale*
(inspired from the motorcycle scene)

"Well isn't this fucking great..." Seokjin shuffles his weight onto one foot and raises one of his eyebrows in pure annoyance. With rows of bodyguards standing in the building, ready to blow their bodies even though they have already been cladded in their bulletproof vest isn't a great option. And Seokjin is not letting that slide as he, from afar watching Jungkook attentively approaching the building.

"He's gonna need backup for sure." Namjoon walks over to the older with his arms folded. He's not wearing his thick-rimmed glasses today which showcases his well-structured face, an actual Greek god. "But not as hot as I am though," Jin closes his eyes in smugness.

"Do you have anything in mind?" Seokjin asks when he suddenly sees Jungkook coming to a halt, ready to open fire as the younger reaches to the revolver he gave earlier. "Marching down that building in an old-fashioned way clearly isn't going to help."

Seeing no reply, he looks over at Namjoon who is still deep in though, his hands on his chin thinking whatever is in his mind. He couldn't help it, is it some way to approach the building? It surely is. But in what way? They're currently trapped in a dilemma. Four walls are all blocked with Daehyun's men, now what? Seokjin couldn't help but breathes out, what this mentally handicapped man could do was beyond the expectations.

Suddenly, Namjoon runs off in the opposite direction.

"What theー" Seokjin gasps out in disbelief. Such a great moment to be a pussy. Running off no better than a chicken. However, his earbuds start to buzz with Namjoon's signal.

"Wait for me a bit, I will definitely be back before Jungkook's signal."

"Shit, shit, shit, shit. Shit!" Jungkook is currently hiding behind a thick mass of trees as a copper bullet downfall begins to bombard him non-stop. Jungkook ducks and shields both of his sides to wade away the awful noise that is murdering his eardrum, tearing of his senses as it burns inside him. He feels overpowered, outnumbered and most of all, cowardly, which isn't what Jungkook was expecting to feel at all. He imagined that this rescue mission is going to be him happily meeting Jimin and carrying him bridal style back to the station. But what is he now? A bunny shaking rapidly as showers of bullets drumming the bark behind him, as if ready to collapse sooner or later. He curses underneath his breath. If he does nothing, won't it be a waste coming here? Gun cocked and neck cracked, he pushes himself up on one knee while crouching down and tries to aim one of the bodyguards...

"Stop right there!!"

Jungkook whips his head towards the sudden loud voice only to see Seokjin hyung and Namjoon hyung speeding on a motorcycle towards the abandoned skyscraper. The tailpipe roars soundly, only meters away from Jungkook as he hurriedly scurries himself up to his feet. He turns back at the men in the building since he noticed the showers of bullets stopped as the hyungs' motorcycle whips past him, nearly knocking him over. Although, Jungkook doesn't refrain from entering the building. Heart still rapidly pounding in his ribcage, he rushes after the motorcycle while the people in building staring at the speeding motorcycle in total shock..

Namjoon seizes his rifles in both of his hands, so hard that he feels his knuckles go white from the contact. Seokjin, fast as a cheetah, speeds the motorcycle up even more. Via the earbuds, the younger can hear Taehyung shouts profanities that what they are doing could pose a threat not only to Jungkook but also, themselves. What if they couldn't make it? What if the vehicle crashes and the three of them will burn in hell? But he can't help smiling, whether the idea made him seem like a rotten lunatic at first, Seokjin will always be the one with him diving headfirst into stupid things, even though he is the oldest. He shouts through the thick evening air for the older to be ready as they approach the flight of stairs leading up the building. Tailpipe ripping the eery atmosphere as the motorcycle, from climbing speed, flies into the air, aiming at Daehyun's men, who have stopped opening fire just seconds before..

"I'M."

Leaping off from the flying motorcycle like cats, their feet as contact with the seat pad to easily lift their bodies up to the floor occupied with bodyguards...

"BACK."

Trigger pulls. Bullets out.

"BITCHES!"

Jungkook curses out of surprise after he just witnessed a motorcycle scene that only acrobats can conduct being reenacted by two of his hyungs. For sure, one is currently in their mid twenties and the other is nearly in his thirties yet they still have the guts. Telling Jungkook to do it, he wouldn't even dare to step on the thing. He looks up, and swings the suitcase up his head to shield himself from the shards of glass falling down from the motorcycle crash. Continuous firing sounds from rifles and guns fill the air as the sound of marching men come after Jungkook, their army has begin to take the upper hand as Jungkook rushes inside the dark main hall, whipping his head around to find his so-called underling.

"Switch to the underling mentioned, Tae." Jungkook shouts, trying to drown the chaotic bustling in the background. After a few seconds of searching around. He hears a familiar feminine greeting ringing through his head.

"Lisa? What are you doing here!?" Jungkook scolds the person on the other line, to which the woman just giggles soundly into the earbud she has and suddenly lands herself down on the ground as if she was a cat. Jungkook is in awe, this brave lady is nothing comparing to the character she portrayed in the office.

"I couldn't help myself after hearing Jisoo telling me about that poor girl." Lisa does her golden spun hair into a neat bun, heavy scarlet lipstick and she sets her rifle down to change the barrel, stuffing the metal chamber with new lead ones. So quickly, so professionally that makes Jungkook stand agape. How could he not know this side of Lalisa Manoban - the girl behind the desk with mounts of paperwork, the girl who will willingly flirt with every beautiful girl that caught her eye? The male is sure he has no fucking idea about this feisty Lisa but he's sure, man or woman, will fall head over heels for the female while only witnessing the sight of her changing the barrel.

"Right, I'm an ex-department," Lisa says calmly while her eyes dart everywhere and pushes Jungkook to the side, pointing her rifle upwards as the male looks at one of Daehyun's bodyguard go limp. An accurate shot right in the throat. "So technically, Yoongi was kind enough to keep my ranking before I moved into the Info-Collectors." Both hurriedly scurry to the space under the building's rotten escalators, head down low to avoid any more damages. "Well, I don't know what other things to say more than Sunbae-nim, please teach me more if I have a chance to work with you."

"What are you kidding?" Jungkook breathlessly scoffs, "You're fucking amazing back there."

Lisa lets out a breathy laugh, observing the bodyguards clashing each other with their guns. "Fight now, talk later. I know a better way around here.

Or else your prince won't be so happy if he is kept waiting for long~"