Taehyung POV

"I don't understand why you're so curious about my brother. But I'm not completely comfortable talking about him, if I'm to be honest. So can we just move on?" I said, crossing my arms.

"Yeah." Jungkook cleared his throat. "So, since you have passed my test, you will be added to my personal team. Of course you will be given three weeks to rest and heal before we start your training. In that time and after, you will be staying in my home, along with everyone else, to prevent further injuries.

"You will be what we call a bluff. If ever we need someone to lie, distract or extract information from someone, you will be that person. Since it seems that you are an exceptional liar, and actor, it would seem, that will be your job. Of course you will be trained in other fields as well, because otherwise you would only be used for special missions."

"Hold on, back up the train for a second." I said. "I'll be living with you?"

"Yes. I've already prepared a room for you and your brother."

"My brother, too?" I was surprised, and I didn't hide it. Jungkook smiled.

"Well, I consider myself a fair man. I'm not going to leave your brother somewhere that will keep you distracted. I figured if he's at my home and safe, you would be able to focus better at your tasks."

"Thank you." I said. Something like gratitude and relief coursed through my system. He nodded once before moving on.

"Seokjin will be in charge of your training. Once you have shown enough skill not to get yourself killed on the first mission, you will be put to use. As long as you stay loyal, and do your job, we shouldn't have any issues. In exchange you will have everything you want. A home, a family, money, safety..." He trailed off. "Alright, now that that is settled, I believe Jimin went with Yoongi if you wish to get him."

"Wait...he's here? As in, in this building?"

"Yes. Hoseok will take you to my home when you are ready to leave. Namjoon should be home as well, introduce yourself and then a maid should get you situated."

"Okay." I thanked him again and then left with Hoseok to find Yoongi. We went to the small, private hospital of his first, and I saw Jimin swinging his legs on a bed as Yoongi seemed to be doing a check up on him.

"Hyung!" Jimin perked up as I came into view. He waved and smiled happily. We walked in and Hoseok went over to Yoongi, wrapping his arms around him. I sat beside Jimin.

"Hey, Chim. What are you doing?" I ruffled his hair a bit. "Oh, I see. Is he healthy?" I turned to Yoongi.

"Has he ever even gotten a check up before?"

"No."

"Have you?"

"My last one was when I was twelve." I answered. Yoongi sighed.

"Alright. Jimin is fine, nothing is wrong with him. You can go now."

"You still waiting for your nap, babe?" Hoseok said, resting his chin on Yoongi's head.

"Yes, now get the hell out so I can enjoy my nap."

"Sure thing." Hoseok chuckled lowly and kissed the top of his head before pulling his arms off of the doctor.

We left the small office and then left the building. We got into a car and Hoseok drove off, towards the outskirts of the city. We pulled up in front of a large gate and I gaped up at the largest house I had ever seen.

When we parked and pulled up in front of the home, I got out, grabbing Jimin's hand. He gaped as well, looking around. Hoseok grabbed a small bag from the car. It was full of Jimin's things.

"Come on." We followed him inside, which was simply decorated, but you could still taste the wealth that dripped from the walls.

We walked into a living room, and a tall man was seated on the couch, his back turned to us. He seemed to be writing on some papers in front of him.

"Yah! Joonie hyung!" Hoseok yelled. The man turned.

"Hobi. What's up?"

"This is Taehyung. He's our new bluff." The man studied me, his eyebrow raised.

"Who's the kid?"

"Jimin. His brother."

"Hi!" Jimin said, waving. He skipped over to the man and stood in front of him, staring. "Why's your hair purple?" He asked.

"Cause I lost a bet." He said simply. He seemed a little sour about it.

"Cool! I wanna dye my hair purple!"

"No, Chim." I said. "You cannot dye your hair purple."

"Why?"

"Because his hair is already purple. You don't want to be a copy cat, now do you?"

"No." He whined. I smiled and he skipped back over to me. "What about pink!? Pink and purple go together!"

"Sure Chim. But maybe later." I patted his head.

"Hyung should dye his hair, too!" He said, turning to me.

"Ah...I'm good, Chim."

"Oh come on!" He groaned.

"Pffft!" Hoseok burst out laughing and I shot him a look.

After an hour I had settled in and Hoseok took us back out. The first thing we did was stop at a hair salon. Chim jumped into the chair and ordered the lady to make his hair pink. I sighed and got into the chair beside him. "And hyung wants blonde!" Chim said, pointing to me.

"Wait, what?" I turned to the stylist. "No, a trim is just fine. I don't need--"

"Blonde!" Chim yelled and I groaned. The lady laughed and I gave up.

Another hour and I walked out of the salon, grumbling at Chim about making decisions for me. "Wow..." Hoseok said when he saw us. "Well, you don't look bad."

"Gee thanks." I said sarcastically. He laughed it off.

"Come on, let's get you some clothes."

"Alright."