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●=|📿A Distant Memory📿|=▪︎

°•●•°

As Hoseok glances at the paintings in the office, his leg bounces up and down, his hands to his knees.

They always tried to make these places seem happier than they were. He didn't care much for the decoration.

Hoseok was called to the office. That could be one of three things.

A new mission.

He was getting a promotion.

Or he would be killed.

Obviously not a big fan of the third option, Hoseok only hopes for the second. He's not alone in the office either. There's four other men with him.

A young man with a sharp glare forward. He seemed to be in thought, not paying any mind to anything around him. His hands are hidden in his jacket, holding tightly onto gun in its holster from the inside of his pockets.

The second man sits closest to the door, he's tall, and looks at his phone, constantly typing and deleting texts with a frown and a slight lift of his brows. Sometimes his eyes snap up, glancing at everyone in the room before going back to his phone.

A woman with a frustrated frown, with her arms crossed and lips pursed. She seems annoyed, and every now and then takes a deep breath to calm down.

The fourth is another young woman, one who seems like she's about to fall asleep. Her legs are spread, head leaning onto the hard edge of the chair's back.

What would Hoseok be told?

His curiosity is soon stilled when his boss comes through the door. The woman takes a simple look around and then nods at him.

"Agent Four, Nineteen, Forty, please come in."

Three of them? Hoseok glances around, slowly getting up.

The man close to the door stands up, placing his phone in his back pocket, and the man with the sharp glare also slowly follows. His fingers twitch at the gun's handle.

As the door is closed by the last agent to enter, their boss sits on her chair and crosses her legs.

"Agents, welcome. I hope your weekend was nice."

None of them answer. They know better than to make small-talk with her.

She chuckles. "Very well." She leans down and rumages through her drawers, pulling out a folder filled with files of information. "You are well-aware of our competitor, I assume?"

The tall man nods. "Tainted, right?"

"Indeed." Their boss nods. "They've been hot on our heels, we've been losing agents left and right, and we can't reach the man in charge."

"Why not?" The sharp agent asks, leaning forward with a tilted head. "Who discovered that it's a man?"

"A former agent, Seven, who returned to give us the information but disappeared the very next day. We have no way of knowing if it's true." Their boss sighs. "Either way, it's up to you three to discover who the man in charge is."

"So we can take him out?" Hoseok asks.

His boss shakes her head. "No, just information."

"Bummer." The sharp man grins.

Hoseok frowns, grabbing the file his boss hands to him. The other agents grab the same, and he scans over the three items inside.

There is a page of information about Tainted. It's not a long line of text, and Hoseok sees the taller agent huffing at the result. He'd probably expected more to go off of.

The second page is a list of known agents at Tainted, ones that have been killed, and ones that are still alive. Hoseok quirks a brow. He could use this.

The third and final page has the sharp agent smirking in his seat. It's a few pictures of the agents found dead, their murder weapons, and gruesome ends. They're their agents. Agents from Huntress.

"This is all I can give you." Their boss says. "Take your time, but hurry. And don't disappear."

The sharp agent immediately stands up and folds the filed into fours, stuffing it down the pocket of his jacket with a slow nod.

Then, he holds out his free hand to Hoseok. "Pleasure." He grins. "The name's Yoongi."

Hoseok looks up at him, then hesitantly shakes his hand with a light nod. "Hoseok..." He mutters.

The taller agent stands up with a sigh and bows to the both of them, turning on his heels to the door. "I'm Namjoon, let's hurry."

"In a rush, Nineteen?"

"Only if we want to have our weekend." The man chuckles. "Don't think I'll go easy on you."

"Wouldn't expect you to." Yoongi grumbles and grabs Hoseok by his wrist.

The agent looks at his boss, who gives him a single nod and waves him an awkward goodbye as he's pulled away.

She sighs when the door shuts and sags down into her chair, slamming her hand onto the files.

Defeat wasn't something she easily admitted. But with over twenty agents having disappeared, this was no longer competitiveness. This was targeted assault.

Until she knows who was behind those murders, she can't do anything to stop it.

°•●•°

Hoseok stuffs his hands in his pockets. His fingers intertwine and mess around with the necklace inside, a slight twitch at the corners of his lips reminding him of the pain in his chest.

"What's on your mind?"

The agent turns to look at the taller, who gives him a gentle smile.

As required, the three of them are stocking up on their weapons and clothes.

It would be dangerous for them to all look alike, in the same uniform or clothes. But they needed to have enough ammo for if the mission became dangerous.

"Nothing." Hoseok answers quietly. "I don't like these pants."

Yoongi looks up at him, then eyes him up and down. "They're casual. Why don't you like them?"

Hoseok shrugs. The pockets are too small, the waistband is too tight, he doesn't like the texture, nor does he like the color. Instead, he says nothing, and ropes out the necklace.

He looks at it, taking the pendant in between his fingers. The bullet, covered in dark blood. His blood.

Namjoon looks at it. He frowns. "Must be a hard reminder."

"Not at all." Hoseok scoffs. "It reminds me that I'm strong."

Yoongi curiously raises an eyebrow. "Why?"

"If I can survive being shot, I can survive anything." Hoseok grins and hides the necklace in his pocket again.

"So then why don't you wear it?" Yoongi asks again, opening the door to the outside world.

Hoseok looks at him, rolling the sleeves of his blouse up to his elbows. "It's a bullet. It's a cold, and I don't think people would find comfort in a stranger wearing a bullet around their neck."

Yoongi shrugs and hides his gun in his waistband, checking himself for any dirty spots. "Whatever you say. Where are we going anyway?"

"An event." Namjoon answers. The man slowly and carefully buttons his blazer at his wrists. "There are bound to be some agents of Tainted, and thanks to the list, we can make an acquaintance or two."

Namjoon had all the information with him. He knew everything. He researched it all.

He was a smart man, and he was well-aware. When it came to plans, he was the mastermind.

They were dressed for the event, with each their own earpiece and tasks.

Yoongi got to keep his gun under the condition that he wouldn't kill any innocents or anyone he isn't sure of to be a Tainted agent.

Hoseok is there to mingle. To socialize and find out if anyone there could be part of Tainted.

Namjoon was there to gather info. Any information about Tainted or any company associated with them.

They made a crazy team. None of them ever expected to work together. Especially when Yoongi and Hoseok were usually on kill-missions.

When Namjoon drags the other two along to the bar, he whispers the password to the bouncer.

The bouncer glares at the three of them. They didn't look the part, but they knew the code.

Rules were clear, and the three agents were let inside, being directed down the stairs. At the door to the event, Yoongi stops them.

"Wait."

Namjoon hurriedly turns to him, and Hoseok grabs his wrist.

Yoongi stayed quiet for a bit and then frowns. He shakes his head a bit. "I thought we were being followed."

"It's an event." Hoseok snarls. "People will be coming and leaving."

With his already sharp glare, Yoongi hisses a curse through his teeth. He's a bit frustrated with the younger man's stubbornness. Then again, they've never worked together.

Namjoon waves his hand to spread out and presses the button on his earpiece to turn it on. He waves them a nod goodbye and heads towards the banquet, wasting no time to pretend to belong.

Yoongi takes his sweet time, walking towards the bathrooms where he leans against the walls, stealing a drink from the waiter that walked by.

Hoseok... Hoseok waits.

He slowly walks among the people, listening in and sometimes joining the conversations. He never really knew what they were talking about.

However, his earpiece rings when he hears Yoongi's voice across the device. He frowns, walking towards a quieter corner to listen.

"I'm sorry, what did you ask?"

Yoongi's voice lowers.

"I can sense it in you."

An unknown male voice chuckles.

"You're here to kill, aren't you?"

"I believe you have the wrong person." Yoongi chuckles. "I'm here for the event."

"Than why are you carrying a gun?"

Yoongi stays quiet for a moment, before laughing softly. "You really do have the wrong person. Anyone would be smart enough to see that any murder here will never go unnoticed."

Hoseok sighs and rubs his temples. Yoongi clearly doesn't have his way with words.

His eyes meet Namjoon's, who scans the room to find their partner.

Instead, Hoseok walks up to him, continously growing worried as the conversation brings Yoongi to his frustrating point.

"So you have experience? A normal man wouldn't know."

"Again, I think you have the wrong person."

"I think I don't."

"I think you do."

"You look out of place. Your attitude, no less. Look at the way you stand. Your fingers and twitching, your eyes are so sharp, nothing passes you by, does it?"

Yoongi, again, stays quiet, but Namjoon quickly catches onto the heavy breathing.

"Don't worry." The unknown's voice chuckles. "We know a place where you can release all this anger. And you'll love it."

Yoongi shivers at the final words, feeling the cold wave running down his spine. His fingers twitch for his gun, but he takes a deep breath and looks the man in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He snarls. "I'm not interested."

The man eyes him up and down, then smirks and hands him a card. "For when you change your mind."

Yoongi frowns and hesitantly takes the small card in his hands, twisting it front and back in between his fingers.

"... Tainted?"

Hoseok's eyes widen, with Namjoon looking down at him. They found one.

"What is it?" Yoongi asks.

The man chuckles again. "You'll see when you come by. I hope to see you there, young sir."

Yoongi frowns but nods him goodbye. He glances down at the black piece of paper, twirling it around a bit before he hides it in his jacket pocket.

There is a bit of silence around him before he notices the friendly faces of the other two agents quickly rushing towards him.

Namjoon grabs his shoulder and glares him down. "You got a Tainted agent to find you! By being suspicious?!"

"Suspicious?"

"He knew you had a gun! I'm surprised you kept your cool!"

Yoongi huffs and shrugs. "I was very close to shoving my gun into his mouth." He tilts his head. "He had lovely lips for it."

"Yoongi."

"What?"

Hoseok shakes his head. "What's on the card?"

"Some information, the company name, and an address."

Namjoon grins. "Than that's our next target. The address."

Yoongi nods quietly and slowly reaches for the card, handing it to the other agent. The party was over, now that they had a better lead.

Sadly. He would've loved another drink.

°•●•°

As Yoongi caresses the gun in his pocket, he twirls the knife around in his free hand. He sighs and glares up at Hoseok, who looks down at him with a stern frown.

"You pulled your gun on him?!" Namjoon screams. "You put your gun against his head, and almost shot him!"

Yoongi rolls his eyes and shrugs. "You expect me to not do my job?"

"I expect you to behave." Namjoon snarls. "We were there to find shit out. You got us the best clue we could possibly get!"

"So I did good by nearly shooting him!" Yoongi shouts back. "You can't give me a gun and expect me not to use it!"

Namjoon's jaw is tense with frustration. He balls his hands to fists and takes a deep breath. The agent is pushing his buttons.

He was specifically told not to use it. Why would they trust a man who can't stop killing? Namjoon was just stupid for thinking Yoongi would keep his promise.

With a twisted grin, Yoongi tilts his head and pushes past the taller man with a scoff. Namjoon looks after him, his lips parted in utter frustration.

"Come on then." Yoongi chuckles. "The earlier we catch this man, the earlier you can stop bossing me around."

"And the sooner you can go back to your shenanigans."

Hoseok rolls his eyes at the bickering. He took a picture of the address and looked it up on Google. All that's left now is to check the building. After that... It's done.

He looks up. It's the middle of the night. He's tired, and would like to fall asleep as soon as the two stop fighting. But something feels off.

There's a cold shiver running down his spine. It's as if he's not alone. Like he could reach out into the shadows of the room and something would take his hand.

Another shiver goes down at the thought alone and he quickly stuffs his hands in his pockets and turns around to the other two agents.

"Let's go." Hoseok grumbles. "This place gives me the creeps."

"Huh?" Namjoon tilts his head. "What do you mean."

"We're being watched." Yoongi grins.

It was risky to stay in a hotel. All of them knew that. But their homes were too far, and going back to work would be useless and dangerous.

With a hotel, they were stared at. Three men in suits, all sharing one room. It was a given for attention, even though Namjoon really wanted a separate room.

But Yoongi refused, instead resorting to the whiskey in the cabinets.

He doesn't seem worried at all, only glancing up at Hoseok with a subtle grin as he takes another sip.

"Don't be worried, Joonie."

Namjoon scowls at him at the nickname and rolls his eyes, laying his hand on the knife in his pocket. "Be quiet."

"You have an assassin amongst you!" Yoongi laughs. "I know exactly where they are!"

With a shrug, Yoongi downs the alcohol, slamming the glass back on the table and taking his phone in his hand as he stands up.

He ignores Namjoon's glare and hurriedly inspects the cabinets again for something new.

"Are you kidding me?" Hoseok growls. "Now?"

Yoongi hushes him.

With the two other agents looking at each other, Hoseok curses under his breath and lays his hand on Namjoon's shoulder.

Yoongi opens the cabinet, taking out a rose-colored drink and pulls out his gun.

He quickly pulls it back and points it in between the two agents, wasting not a single second to shoot.

The loud echo of the gun sounds through the entire hotel, with Hoseok grabbing onto his heart and Namjoon being frozen in fear.

The sound of someone hitting the floor behind him is clear.

Slowly, Namjoon turns around.

A young woman lies in her own puddle of blood, a sharp knife clattering on the floor. He recognizes her. He spoke with her at the event.

Yoongi's smirk grows as he sets the bottle at his lips, putting the gun back on its safety lock and hiding it in his pocket.

"It doesn't matter what I said." Yoongi huffs. "They were never going to be alive to tell."

Hoseok gulps and looks back at the shorter man. All of his addictions, his cocky attitude, his stubbornness. It all didn't matter when they were both so close to death.

How didn't he see her coming?

"I... Yoongi, I-"

The agent glared at Namjoon with a slight smile. Giving him a simple nod.

"You're sorry." Yoongi chuckles. "I know. She was following us for a while, but I couldn't kill her like that. Now, I can say it's self-defense."

Namjoon gulps. He expected Yoongi to be an asshole. To ignore their every command and to be a bother.

But the agent was so much smarter than he thought. He kept everything in his mind, never spoke too much and always made the right moves.

Drawing his gun on the Tainted agent was also probably a well-thought out move...

With a sigh, Yoongi takes another sip from the bottle and places it back in the cabinet. "Let's get out." He grins. "The hotel must've heard us. Time to move."

Hoseok quickly nods and grabs his stuff, making sure to grab Namjoon's phone before he forgets to.

The taller agent is still in awe. He couldn't look away from the soft smile he got, before his face went right back to his usual cocky grin.

Yoongi waves his hair out of his face and nudges his head. "Let's go."

"Be quiet." Hoseok quickly whispers behind him. "We need to escape this place unseen."

"Escape?" Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Let me handle this."

He pushes the two other agents out of the way, handing Yoongi his knife and using the agent's hand to cut his collarbone.

Not enough to die, but enough to bleed.

Hoseok frowns at him, but Namjoon winks and points out to the bathroom. "Hide the weapons, then come back. Don't clean anything. I'll be right back."

As Namjoon hurries down to the receptionist, Hoseok looks at Yoongi. The man shrugs and pulls him along, hiding their weapons and waiting for agent Nineteen to show what he's made of.

°•●•°

As Namjoon hurries down, he covers his wound. The slight bit of blood drips down his fingers and he acts panicked, shocked, and afraid when he meets with the woman at the main desk.

"I'm sorry, ma'am?"

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Namjoon gulps and uncovers the wound. "Someone attacked me in my room just now. I had to resort to self defense. But... well, it's a bit of a mess."

"Oh my God!" The woman covers her mouth in shock. "What happened?!"

Namjoon smiles softly at her. "No! It's okay! I'm fine! But someone tried to attack me with a knife... I have a permit, so I shot them. I thought I'd tell so it wouldn't leave a mess..."

"I'll call the police."

"Not necessary." Namjoon smiles. "I'm a cop."

Smooth. That's what he was. His charming smile, his brutal honesty. His lie fooled her like a puppy waiting for treats.

"Excuse me..."

Namjoon quickly turns his head. A young man stands behind him, a comforting smile on his face.

"I couldn't help but overhear. Are you hurt?"

"Ah." Namjoon chuckles. "Just a small cut. Nothing serious."

"I'm a doctor." The man chuckles back. "I could help."

Shit. Namjoon gives him a sweet smile and shakes his head. A doctor would immediately be able to tell that the wound wasn't made during an attack. That the shot at the attacker was precise and skilled.

"I'm fine, really. Thank you."

The man frowns and nods at him, taking a deep breath before turning away.

As Namjoon watches him return to his seat in the lobby, he hesitantly walks with the staff back to his room.

There was something unsettling about that man. Something... unusual. Maybe it was just him. Maybe he was just on edge.

As soon as he unlocks the door with the card, he looks at the two agents sitting by the table.

He nearly scoffs at the perfect facade they've put on.

With Hoseok panting and still trying to calm himself down, and Yoongi rubbing his shoulders with the used gun at the end of the table.

"Oh my God!" The woman screams at the dead body in the room. She covers her mouth and hurriedly goes to grab her phone.

Namjoon winks at the other agents. When he turns around to look at the woman's caller ID, he flinches when he sees the man from the lobby standing not too far off.

The man has his arms crossed and quickly looks down at his collarbone, scowling back.

Namjoon gulps and bows to him, quickly entering his room again and standing by his friends.

The doctor slowly walks closer to the room, looking inside. His eyebrows raise curiously at the body and he glances at the three men.

He lets go of a deep breath and bows them goodbye, leaving as if nothing had happened.

Namjoon watches him go.

"Who was that?" Hoseok whispers.

"A doctor." Namjoon answers. "He offered to help in the lobby. I didn't even hear him follow me."

Yoongi rolls his eyes silently, looking at the woman on the phone. "She's calling the manager. Probably about the dead body."

Hoseok frowns and nods. "Ma'am?"

The woman covers the phone and looks back at him. "Yes?"

"I... I'm sorry to ask, but I think we'd rather go home... Having this experience and all."

Hoseok is a perfect actor. The face, the tone, the woman's face pulls into sympathy and she nods.

"Concider it taken care of. I understand. You can get a refund by the reception downstairs, have a safe trip home."

Hoseok gives her a thankful nod, and Yoongi grabs his hand and guides him out, a little bummed about the loss of his gun.

Namjoon looks at the bathroom for a second, but chases after them, thanking the woman for her time and that he's sorry about the mess.

He taps Yoongi on his shoulder. "Where'd you put the weapons?"

Yoongi grins and opens up the edge of his jacket, showing the gun's in the waistband of his jeans and the knifes in the inside pocket of his jacket.

Namjoon chuckles and nods, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as Yoongi's hand still holds Hoseok's.

°•●•°

The doctor frowns at the three men as they exit the building. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and drops it, dimming it with his shoe.

"Excuse me?"

The men turn their heads, with the shortest scowling at him.

"Do you mind?"

"I wanted to ask if you were alright." The doctor smiles. "You looked pretty shaken up."

Yoongi's scowl deepens and he reaches for his gun, but Hoseok tightens the grip on his hand.

"I'm alright. Thank you."

"I'm glad." The doctor smiles. "I hope your road to home will be peaceful."

"Why does a doctor smoke?"

Namjoon's grip on Yoongi's shoulder tightens and he scowls at the agent. But Yoongi only frowns at the doctor and holds out his hand.

"Give me one."

The doctor looks at him and chuckles. "It's unhealthy."

"I know." Yoongi smirks. "Which is why I'm surprised that you do it."

"My job is stressful."

"If it weren't, we'd all be clean, wouldn't we?" Yoongi's smirk grows when the doctor hands him one of the cigarettes, lighting it as he goes.

The doctor takes a deep breath and smiles at them. "Don't tell my manager." He chuckles.

"We won't." Hoseok grins. "What's your name anyway?"

"Seokjin." The doctor smiles again. "Kim Seokjin."

Yoongi eyes him up and down, then takes a short drag of the lit cigarette. "We won't tell."

He tugs the other two agents with him when he turns away, with Namjoon looking back once to take a better look at him.

The doctor waves at him, and then goes back to leaning against the wall, grabbing his phone.

A strange man, that doctor.

Hoseok glances at them. "How will we get home? It's too far, and it's the middle of the night."

"We go to Tainted."

"What?" Yoongi glares up at Namjoon's ridiculous suggestion, waving the man's arm off of his shoulder. "That's the dumbest thing you've said so far."

"Where else can we go?" Namjoon snarls. "We killed someone in our hotel room. The only one close by! I'm not going to wait six fucking hours to kill!"

"You? Kill?" Hoseok scoffs. "Surprising."

Namjoon shifts his glare. "Tainted has to fall. We saw how close on our tail they were! Who knows how long we have left until a bullet hits your chest a second time."

Hoseok scowls. In some sense, Namjoon is right. They were attacked, and Tainted was still unknown territory.

With a hesitant nod, Hoseok agrees.

"Seriously?" Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Fine. As long as I get to shoot the guy."

"Whatever you want." Hoseok grumbles, pulling his hand away from Yoongi's hard grip.

Namjoon sighs and quickly takes out his phone, inserting the address that he remembers from before.

"Huh..."

"What is it?"

"It's not far." Namjoon mumbles. "Twenty minutes of walking."

"Saves me time." Yoongi growls.

The agent quickly walks out in front of them, with Namjoon hot on his tail with the road on his phone.

Hoseok looks after them, then looks back with a frown.

The doctor is gone. He's probably gone inside. What a strange man.

°•●•°

Hoseok looks up at the building with a slight frown. Their office building wasn't as big as this.

For how secretive Tainted was, their vestige was huge.

Multiple floors up, with windows and brightly painted sides on the white exterior. Though, their logo was nowhere to be seen. Of course.

Yoongi is the first to enter, flinching a bit at the door when it still slides open.

The lights are on inside, and someone stands by the entrance with a bright smile.

It's a young man who gently waters the plants around the room. He looks up at the sound and his eyes light up.

"Welcome! Are you looking for anything?"

Yoongi glances at him, holding out the card he received from Namjoon.

The boy's friendly exterior fades and he nods. Without another word, he guides them to the elevator and presses the button to the fourth floor.

"Good luck."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Namjoon's question remains unanswered, and the three nervously are taken up to the third floor, where it stops.

On the other side, a familiar face pops up.

The doctor from the hotel, holding files in his arms and wearing a bloodied white coat.

"You?" Namjoon frowns.

"It's... you." Seokjin eyes them up and down before he smiles and steps into the elevator with them. "We're headed to the same floor. Are you new?"

Hoseok hesitantly nods, keeping a sharp eye on him.

"What are you doing here?" Namjoon asks.

The doctor chuckles. "Working."

"At Tainted?"

"Assassins need medical attention too."

Yoongi frowns. "You knew. Didn't you?"

Seokjin looks at them from the corners of his eyes and nods. That's all he had to say.

Namjoon can't believe that the doctor worked here. A kind, charming looking man, working at a place for hostile killers.

What secrets did he have?

Yoongi was right. They were followed everywhere and were never aware of it.

The elevator slowly goes up to their destination, and the doctor steps out with a slight grin.

"I assume you'll be meeting the boss, correct?"

"That's right." Hoseok nods.

Seokjin tilts his head. "Let me guide you. He doesn't get out much."

He's just... taking them? Without questioning them? For a doctor, he was naive. He asked no questions, didn't check them for weapons, and just walked in front of the three men, leading them right to the boss they needed to kill.

Yoongi's fingers twitch at only the thought. He flinches a little when Namjoon takes hold of it, shaking his head slightly at his glare.

Hoseok looks at them, sighing a little at the sudden connection the two got.

Seokjin turns to them and smiles, waving his arm towards the end of the hallway.

"That's where you'll find him. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to tend to a patient Red."

"Patient red?" Hoseok asks.

Seokjin's grin grows. "Yes," he chuckles, "a patient Red."

"Will we get an explanation?"

The doctor looks at Namjoon and takes a long look at his face. His eyes snap to every feature before his smirk grows. "No."

With that response, Seokjin leaves the three men in the hallway and disappears between the few Tainted agents on the floor.

"What a weird guy." Hoseok grumbles.

"Yeah..." Namjoon mumbles.

Yoongi is the first to go down the hall, dragging Namjoon with him and glaring at Hoseok to follow.

He's yearning for the kill. Insanely so.

Hoseok knocks on the door, and he steps back and waits. He hides his hands behind his back, tugging the other agents back a bit.

It takes a few seconds, nearly a minute for the door to open.

In the doorway stands a young man in a suit. It must be the secretary.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"We're looking for-"

"A job." Namjoon quickly cuts Yoongi off with a gentle smile. He can feel the glare in his side. "We're looking for a job."

The man eyes them up and down. "Guns on the table inside, knives in the drawer, phones on my desk."

"How did you-"

The man grins and hushes him, turning on his heels and returning into the office.

With hesitancy, the men lay their weapons and phones in the desired spot and take a seat at the desk, with Yoongi wanting to keep standing. He gets pulled down by Hoseok anyway.

"You came for a job?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"All of you?"

"What does it look like otherwise?" Yoongi grumbles.

"Manners." Hoseok hisses and gives the man an apologetic smile.

He only chuckles. "Feisty. Tell me, how much experience do you have with assassination?"

Hoseok's eyes widen a bit. The man went straight to the point. No introduction at all. He never checked them for anything, no resume, nothing.

Something is wrong.

Something feels very, very wrong.

"I'm sorry to ask," Namjoon says softly, "but where is the boss? We... couldn't find much."

"Ah." The man chuckles again. "That's true. I'm not very well-known." He bows his head a bit, keeping his sharp eyes on the men. "My name is Mister Jeon. I'm the owner of Tainted."

"You?!"

The man glances up at Hoseok's surprised yell. "Yes, I am. I know I look young. I have plenty of experience. Now, kindly answer my question."

Hoseok's wide eyes look at the man in the chair.

That... boy. That boy is the boss? The boss of an assassination company?

"Enough experience." Yoongi growls. "I've killed enough to have killed one of you. That's how we came here."

"Yoongi!"

"Hush." Yoongi snaps at Namjoon with his familiar sharp glare. "She was loud. Not careful enough, her fingers shook against that knife so nervously that I could hear her down the street."

"Interesting." Mister Jeon smirks. "And you?"

Namjoon's eyes widen when he's pointed at, and he looks down. "Personally, I don't do the killing first-hand." He says honestly. "I've killed before, but I'm more mechanically skilled and will be useful in other situations."

Mister Jeon nods and his eyes flick to Hoseok, who keeps a stern eye on him.

"I'm experienced." Hoseok answers. "I've killed. As far as I know, no one knows it was me, nor do their families know they're dead."

Mister Jeon's eyes widen curiously and his lips quirk upwards. "Really? How do you know?"

"I've never been charged or jailed. I was caught only once."

"What happened?"

Hoseok pulls out the necklace with the bullet. Laying it on the desk in front of him.

He watches the man looking down at it. His eyes fall over every splatter of dried blood, and with a calm smile, he nods.

Maybe it was a bad idea to tell the truth. But what else could they do here? The man asked questions that they couldn't have prepared for, and if they were put to the test, it wouldn't be much use.

"Right." Mister Jeon sighs. "Do you all believe that I'm stupid?"

"Excuse me?"

Mister Jeon glares at Namjoon's wide-eyed glare. "I know why you're here, and I know how you found me. Have you ever stopped to think that, just maybe, I already knew that your dear Miss Yun would send you three on my path?"

Hoseok's eyes grow at his words, looking at the man with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

How could he have known? They never mentioned her... Were they followed for longer? Was there a spy?

"I'll hire you," Mister Jeon continues, "since you seem like good kids to have around. But... What do we do about Miss Yun? Any idea?"

The silence in the room raises the tension. Hoseok feels shivers running down his spine as the boss' eyes flicker from one agent to the other.

Namjoon says nothing. This is something he wasn't prepared for. Tainted would hire them. As what? Traitors? Spies? Nothing he would be good at.

He doesn't even know why he's considering it. He just wants to know how that doctor was able to hide such a big secret.

Yoongi keeps looking at his phone on the desk and the weapons on the table. One good jump, and he could kill him. One well-executed escape, and Tainted would fall apart.

"I'll tell you what we do about her." Mister Jeon grins. "We kill her."

"Absolutely not." Namjoon huffs. "She did nothing wrong."

"Really?"

Mister Jeon's cocky grin falls into a serious glare, the sudden tension spiking up.

"How do you know?"

"She put us on this mission because you killed her agents." Namjoon barks back. "She wanted to end the massacre you started."

"And you think I did that?" Mister Jeon clicks his tongue. "Well, I suppose I did. After all, they are my creations."

Hoseok frowns. "Assassins."

"In a way." Mister Jeon nods. "They're like your partner here," he points at Yoongi, "longing for blood, for a kill and a scream."

Yoongi scowls at him. "Don't act like you know me."

Mister Jeon sighs and stands up, his hands leaning on his desk. "Perhaps a second look into our business will help you realize that we aren't the one at fault here, and that your agents are just stupid."

"Excuse me-?"

Mister Jeon doesn't let Hoseok finish his sentence. He walks past the three men and leaves his office, letting the door slowly fall shut behind him.

His footsteps are loud in the hall, even as they fade.

The silence among the agents is terrifying. None of them know what to do.

He knows. Mister Jeon knows that they work for BR, that they are led by Miss Yun. He knows that they came to kill him.

But how?

"The offer is good." Yoongi mumbles. "They kill more here."

"Does that sound good to you?" Namjoon huffs and crosses his arms. "Killing? I'm not interested in anything that man has to offer."

"Not even that patient Red?"

Namjoon rolls his eyes at Yoongi's mean grin.

Hoseok sighs and sinks down in his seat. The fact that they're even concidering his offer bothers him.

Miss Yun gave them everything, so then why are they so hesitant and tempted to let her go?

Hoseok doesn't know, and would preferable never find out. He wants to leave, run and go back to Miss Yun, pray that she's still alive if he refuses the offer.

But he was intrigued. Not by the offer itself, but by the man who offered it.

Mister Jeon was a strange individual. One who Hoseok really wants to puzzle out.

The men flinch when the door opens once more, with the strange boss giving them an oddly comforting smile.

Behind him follow three men.

The doctor, who gives them a gentle nod and smile.

A young man at which Yoongi's eyes widen. That was the man he pulled his gun on. The one who invited him to come.

And another young man. He's shaking, panting, and glaring left and right as if he's constantly being watched.

Seokjin puts an arm around the man and pulls him in close.

"It's alright, Tae. You're fine. They aren't here to hurt you."

The shaking man's lip twitches and he hurriedly nods, burying his face in the doctor's bloodied robes.

The man smirks at Yoongi, leaning over his shoulder and chuckling amusedly at the way that his head snaps to the other side to look at him.

"Good to see you, Min."

"How do you-"

"I have my ways."

"Who are you?!" Yoongi stands up, his voice laced with an unknown anger. With a frustrated sigh he reaches out to grab his gun, but is quickly halted when a sharp knife is put to his throat.

The man who stood behind him is now standing right in front, a sickening smirk on his innocent lips.

"I wouldn't do that." He chuckles again and slowly pulls the knife away, caressing the edge with his thumb. "You wouldn't be of much help if you're dead, after all."

Yoongi scowls at him, opening his mouth to speak. To scream and yell. But he ends up balding his hands to fists and punching the chair instead.

Hoseok flinches at the impact, glaring up at him. "Sorry for him." He mumbles.

"Not a problem." Mister Jeon replies with a smirk, sitting back down at his desk. "We get cases like him a lot. This is why Jimin is here."

"Wait... Who?"

Namjoon looks up at the innocent killer. As the man looks back at him, he suddenly recognizes the man, and looking back at Yoongi, realization kicks into him as well.

His face, the scars on his neck, the sweet but sharp glare.

"You fucking died!" Yoongi screams. "I saw you! In the pictures! Your throat was slit! Your hands were bruised and your face was beaten! How are you here?!"

The man gives him a wide sickening grin. "Wouldn't you like to know? Gguk here saved my life from your fucking agents, Min. Did you know that?" He, again, points his knife at him. "That BH's agents slit my throat, left me to die, and laughed as I begged for help!"

Yoongi's scowl softens, but he huffs and looks away.

This should be impossible. It has to be! Jimin died. He can't be here. It must be some sick joke.

"Jimin here was an assassin. Like you, Yoongi." Seokjin smiles. "Just as I was a medic there."

"You?" Namjoon scoffs. "I've never seen you before. I've worked there for fifteen years."

"Ah, we must have missed each other then." Seokjin frowns and grabs a tighter hold on the shaking man. "I was the medic on critical care. The only one. I was stabbed by my patient and left to die."

"Then how are you here?"

Seokjin's smile softens and he looks at Hoseok, slowly rubbing his hand over his neck. Again, Hoseok doesn't get a response from him.

"And this," Mister Jeon continues, "this is Taehyung. He's a red patient."

"What does that even mean?" Hoseok asks, leaning his head on his hand.

"I'm glad you asked." Seokjin grins. "A red patient, or patient red, is someone who is slowly getting used to being revived again. They're dangerous, hence the name."

The patient red looks up at them for a moment, then quickly goes back to hiding.

"What happened to him?" Namjoon asks quietly. "He's completely out of it."

"On the contrary, he's extremely aware. Every touch, every sound, every smell is overwhelming him."

It didn't answer his question. But Namjoon had that feeling already. Tainted agents had one thing in common. They were extremely vague whenever they wanted to be.

Hoseok slowly gets up from his seat, sighing as he lays his hand on the desk in front of him. Whatever's going on... He doesn't understand it.

"What is Tainted?" He asks quietly. "People are being revived, our agents are disappearing and... seemingly reappearing here. I don't know what to make it, Mister Jeon, but this isn't a normal rivalry. You have bigger plans."

Mister Jeon tilts his head with an amused grin. There is a thought behind those piercing eyes that Hoseok can't grasp. That he can't find.

It's a mystery. And the one thing Hoseok hates is mysteries. He is a mystery.

"Jin?"

"Yes?"

"Take him."

Namjoon's eyes widen a little when Mister Jeon points at him with a twisted smirk.

"Take me for what? What is the plan here? What about them?"

Seokjin holds out his hand for him to take, holding onto the shaking patient. "You'll be fine. I won't hurt you... much."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Namjoon snarls, quickly getting up from his chair and taking a step aside.

Jimin presses his knife into his back, the sharp edge nearly cutting the fabric of his blazer.

He's trapped. A tempting hand on one, a sharp death on the other.

"You either go, or you die, Namjoon." Mister Jeon sneers. "You'll be one out of a hundred deaths we've caused here. You won't be found, and it's not like your sister will mind."

"How'd you-"

"Make the choice, Kim." Seokjin growls. "I won't wait for you any longer than he allows me."

Mister Jeon's grin grows. "I'm not a patient man. Make your choice. Now."

Namjoon looks down at Yoongi and back at Hoseok, his eyes quickly snapping between the two agents before going back to the hand.

What other choice does he have? He'll get killed. And even though he knows that the risk is part of his job, it doesn't sound as fun when you have the choice to live.

He nervously swallows the lumps of regret down to his stomach and lays his hand in Seokjin's.

The patient red glares at him with wide eyes and a curved smirk on his lips, chuckling a bit to himself when Seokjin twists their hands to intertwine their fingers together.

Namjoon looks down at their hands and frowns sadly, not daring to look at the agents as he walks with the doctor.

The office was getting too tense anyway.

Yoongi glares daggers into his back, but doesn't waste a second.

With Jimin's back turned, he reaches out and grabs his gun from the table, aiming it for the man's innocent face.

As the gun hits the man's forehead, Yoongi flinches and takes a breath. The knife Jimin was holding is right at his throat.

Already he can feel the edge sinking into his skin. It hurts. Even though he tries not to let it show, Jimin's dark grin only makes his heart pound with rage.

One pull. One bullet and he dies.

"Nice try." Jimin chuckles. "I'm faster, Min."

"Stop calling me that."

"Oh right. It's Forty now, isn't it? Agent Forty. The fucking laziest assassin with a list of kills and murders. A man with a bloodlust so high that he let down his entire family."

Yoongi grits his teeth, his finger twitching at the trigger. Where was Namjoon's hand when he needed it?

Hoseok just glares at him. He knows what happens if he kills him.

"Mister Jeon." Hoseok growls. "What is the meaning of this bullshit?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your assassin, your doctor, the patient. What are you planning on doing to us?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Jimin chuckles loudly, twisting the knife to open a sharp wound in Yoongi's skin. "We're keeping you."

Yoongi hisses as his blood hits the blade, a slight grin twisting at his lips at the pain. He mutters curses under his breath, straining to hold the gun and not shoot the pretty boy in his perfect face.

"Keeping us?" He scoffs. "You said it yourself. I'm not much use if I'm dead. Remove the fucking knife."

"How about I fucking don't." Jimin leans his head to the barrel, glaring at the assassin with wide eyes and an insane smile. "Do it. Shoot me! I dare you!"

"Hoseok..."

"Keep your cool."

"Fucking SHOOT ME-!"

"Jimin. That's enough."

The man's wide eyes slowly turn to his boss, who stares at him with a stern glare. Reluctantly, Jimin pulls the knife away and twists his head with a loud yell.

Mister Jeon turns to Hoseok with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about him."

"Not a problem." Hoseok mutters. "Similar issues."

Mister Jeon chuckles and nods. "Indeed. Jimin, if you could give us some privacy."

"But-"

"Me and Hoseok, alone, Jimin. Take him away."

"What?!" Yoongi snarls. "No way I'm going with this... this..."

Jimin raises his brows curiously. "This... what? Min."

Yoongi scowls at him, grinding his teeth. He doesn't finish his insult and just walks to the door, gun in hand, and slams it shut behind him.

Jimin just shrugs at his boss with a cocky grin, chasing after the angry man.

That leaves the two remaining men.

The boss of Tainted, and a traitor agent.

"You're hesitating." Mister Jeon smiles. "Why?"

"I don't work here." Hoseok answers softly. "Yun gave me everything. She taught me everything."

"And she killed me."

Hoseok looks down at him with a sad frown, shaking her head. He can't believe that his boss would ever do something like that, but would he be killed if he refused to take the offer?

"My name is Jungkook."

"What?"

"My name." Mister Jeon chuckles. "It's Jungkook. We've met before."

Hoseok frowns. He doesn't remember his face at all. Not even his voice, nor his name.

He slowly shakes his head, indicating to the man he doesn't know.

Jungkook smiles and opens up his drawer, slowly roping out a necklace that suddenly strikes a memory.

It's a silver chain with a small pendant. The exact same chain he has, with a sharp tooth latched on the end.

"You were in the shop."

Jungkook nods. "We both got our deaths remembered the same way. Pendants, necklaces. Reminders of how strong we are and can be."

"But... You said nothing to me." Hoseok huffs. "We didn't speak at all."

"But I remember your scent." Jungkook chuckles. "It's very familiar."

His... scent? Hoseok raises his eyebrow. What about his smell was so special that someone remembered him by it, years after he got the necklace made.

Jungkook smiles at the confusion on his face. "The revival of our people isn't a phenomenon of healing. We resurrect them with a purpose of bloodthirst."

Again, Hoseok's face pulls into even more confusion.

"When I was younger, a pandemic hit my town." Jungkook frowns. "Almost everyone was killed, and very few remained alive. Some went into hiding. I was one of those people who didn't watch the news, and who didn't know that we were being attacked by a vein-killing virus."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Jungkook looks at Hoseok, then slowly turns to the curtained windows behind him. "Your boss, Miss Yun, is one of my victims."

"She tried to kill you, but she's your victim?"

"Sounds weird, doesn't it?" Jungkook smiles. "When she grew her fangs and gained her bloodlust. All she felt towards me was rage. She bit me, tearing open my chest. I managed to survive, barely, and tore the guilty fang from her gums."

"Fangs?" Hoseok scoffs. "What drugs are you on?"

Jungkook opens his mouth to protest, but purses his lips together. There wouldn't be any proof of this weird pandemic. He looked younger than the agent, and if it were true, he wouldn't have seen a single one.

"Right..."

He opens up the bottom drawer on his desk and takes out a small envelope. It's not labeled, and he opens up the laptop at the corner of his desk.

"You wouldn't believe me unless I showed you proof."

Hoseok frowns.

"I want nothing bad from you, Hoseok." Jungkook smiles. "I'm so incredibly tired of running from her. I couldn't keep running, so I began competing with her. I found people willing to become what I am."

"So then what are you?" Hoseok snarls. "A killer?"

Scoffing, Jungkook turns the laptop towards him, plugging the USB in the side and giving him a sad smile. "You could say that. I'm just like you, Hoseok."

"Which is?"

"A man trying to stop running from himself."

Hoseok looks at him, with the man turning back to the curtained windows with a soft sigh.

With a hesitant pout, Hoseok slowly starts watching the recording, fiddling with his hands.

He remembers it so vividly. The smile on his partner's face when he handed him that big device with a lense.

The way he was overjoyed and wasted no time to use it, placing himself in the awkward view and then taking the camera in his hands and points it at the man in question.

Gorgeous black hair, falling over his face with curly curtain bangs. Big innocent almond eyes and a bright smile.

The camera view shook, needing both hands to steady it and focus the lens on the soft boy.

"Kookie, no! I got it for you!"

"I know." Jungkook's voice chuckles from behind the camera. "But you're a memory I'd like to keep."

His voice didn't sound any different from the one of the man before him. Hoseok shivers at the sound.

"Alright fine." The man rolls his eyes. "Do what you have to, I'm heading to work!"

"Good luck, hun!"

Hoseok frowns when the USB stops playing and he looks up at the killer, who just nudges towards the envelope.

"There's more. All labeled."

"Why are you showing me this?" Hoseok asks, gently prying the stick out and plugging the second one in.

"To have your permission."

°•●•°

Namjoon frowns at the young children and adults that glare at him. He doesn't exactly feel safe with the doctor either.

Seokjin had proudly presented himself as the creator of these children. His children.

The doctor was insane. A mad man with a charm of innocence and kindness. A man who revealed a terrifying side of himself when Taehyung tried to attack him.

Seokjin had torn his teeth into Taehyung's skin, letting his blood soak his coat and ordering him to stay.

The way he told the story once he was pulled into the operating room was concerning.

Seokjin had locked the door, and bared his blood-stained teeth with his sharp edges.

And with every step that Seokjin took towards him, the more afraid Namjoon became.

"You will be a perfect servant to me! A test subject, my bunny! My little vampire spawn!"

"You're fucking insane! How can you do this to these people?!"

Seokjin snarls at him, baring his sharp fangs and quickly pushing Namjoon down onto the bed once his legs have reached the end.

Namjoon struggles against every strain, but who could ever fight the strength of a vampire? Those beasts are ruthless.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, groaning when the straps at the sides are quickly tied around his chest and arms.

He takes his chance when Seokjin tries to trap his legs, but Namjoon kicks him in his face and watches the doctor stumble backwards.

Seokjin holds his cheek and nose, glaring at him with dangerous eyes. "You're so fucking lucky Taehyung is outside. I'd have slaughtered you where you stand."

"Let me go, you psycho!"

"Obey me! Kill with me! Feel the lust as I do!"

Namjoon whines when Seokjin eventually straps in his legs as well, spitting some blood onto the floor.

"Fuck you!" Namjoon screams. "FUCK YOU!"

Seokjin's wide smirk only grows when Namjoon's every struggle fails, watching him pull at his restraints.

With a quick and horribly slow tilt, Seokjin gently grabs Namjoon's chin. He forces it aside and bares his fangs, hissing at him before drilling them deeply into his skin.

He tears them downwards, painting a new wound on his shoulder that bleeds all over his lips.

Namjoon gasps and screams. His eyes widen from the pain and shock, arching his back as far as he can and trying to push and punch Seokjin away in every way that he can.

There's a sickness in him. As soon as Seokjin's fangs set into his skin, as soon as it rips and as soon as the blood flows from his body, he feels rage.

Boiling rage. The kind that you can't set aside, the kind that makes you want to stab someone in the face over, and over.

"Stop it! I'm gonna kill you!"

He only feels Seokjin laughing against his skin, pushing his fangs deeper and gripping onto his arms.

"FUCK OFF!" Namjoon shrieks. "IT HURTS!"

It hurts? Of course it hurts. Dumbass. In Namjoon's furious screaming, he barely notices the strain on the straps. He doesn't feel them begging for their lives around his wrists.

"Jin! I'm gonna kill you!" Namjoon pants and quickly begins to laugh, glaring up at the ceiling with a psychopathic smile. "I'll stab you! I'll shoot you! I'll claw you to death and skin you into my new carpet! I'M GONNA END YOUR PATHETIC LIFE!"

Seokjin chuckles against his skin and slowly takes his fangs from the soft and tender red skin.

Blood still runs down, covering Namjoon's pale shoulder.

"End my pathetic life?"

"Hmhm..." Namjoon humms and nods, panting as he drops his body down. All his muscles feel like they don't work. Like he's completely numb. "I'll take your innocent eyes and jab them into my next cocktail."

"I thought you weren't much for killing?" Seokjin chuckles and rubs his finger over the wound.

The blood sticks to his fingers, and Namjoon flinches at the touch, pulling away as far as he can. He grinds his teeth. He wants to get away. To escape and to never see the doctor again.

There was no use in fighting though. He'd been bitten, and pretty heavily at that. There's no telling in what would happen to him.

With a deep sigh, Namjoon stops struggling. He only looks up at the doctor with an angry glare, but scoffs when he meets his glare with a gentle smile.

His usual smile.

"I hate you..." Namjoon grumbles. "I hate that I can't fight you. That I can't prevent this... Whatever you did is gonna traumatize me in every way, no matter what happens to me with this bite."

Seokjin tilts his head and rubs his thumb over the skin of Namjoon's cheek. "This bite is my gift." He whispers. "I hate that you refuse to accept it, when I let you escape the hotel, and the party."

"You know about everything..."

"I have eyes everywhere." Seokjin chuckles. "My spawn hunt for you."

Namjoon looks away. "And what will happen to me?"

There is a small bit of silence, but the doctor presses a gentle kiss on his forehead and again shows his charming smile.

He hates it. Namjoon hates it. That innocence, that charm, those eyes. Everything is telling him that it's okay, knowing it won't be.

"You'll become one of my spawn." Seokjin finally answers him. "You'll turn into a patient red, and I'll take care of you during that time. I will teach you to hunt and to kill properly, and after that you'll help me in the lab."

"I don't have a choice?"

"I need you by my side, Namjoon. You're a smart man, and my other spawn are overtaken by bloodlust. You, however, don't like to kill. You're a different human, and a different spawn that I'd like with me when I'm creating medicine for those injured children."

Seokjin's smile has dropped into a small pout, with his hand falling to the torn wound in the human's skin.

"When you die, you'll cry. You'll scream when you awake and you'll break out of these restraints. You'll try to kill me, and I need you to remember who you were."

"Right... I forgot about that." Namjoon scowls. "I have to die to become your cursed spawn."

"My venom will kill you fast." Seokjin sighs and gives him another sweet smile. "And know that I will miss those deceiving eyes every minute that they are closed."

Namjoon frowns and shuts his eyes, huffing when Seokjin wipes a single tear away from his cheek. He knows what's happening. He can feel it in his heated body.

He's dying.

°•●•°

"FUCK YOU!"

"FUCK YOU BACK!"

"Stab me again and I'll come for your eyes!"

"Claw at me and I'll cut off your fingers!"

The two assassins are screaming back and forth, weapons in hand and blood soaking them both.

Yoongi is covered in scratch marks and harsh bites, cuts and bruises all over his arms. He holds a Swiss knife and an insane grin.

Jimin is covered in cuts and stab wounds, constantly healing back up like nothing had happened, the only evidence left was the fresh blood dripping down his skin and clothes.

"You'll die..." Jimin giggles. "I'll kill you! And I'll bite you! And I'll force you into my team so you have to watch and obey my orders!"

"I'll never end up taking orders from an idiot like you!"

When Yoongi discovered the reason how Jimin was still alive, the vampire expected him to be afraid, to tremble in fear and to beg for his life.

Instead, Yoongi just laughed, pushing him over and stabbing him in his chest, screaming that if he was what he said he was, he wouldn't die from the pain.

Jimin wasted no time to it, pushing him off and taking a nasty bite out of his arm.

Yoongi had screamed in pain. Howled from the venom piercing his skin, but after the pain, he went back to stabbing.

They fought, and Yoongi was determined to stain that white shirt in red by the end of his life.

"Twenty fucking years of my life I spend killing. I spent twenty years trying to survive!" Yoongi grows. "And you just... KILL ME!"

Jimin looks at him, tilting his head with an amused smirk. "Hmhm." He nods. "A single bite will paralyze you... You'll fall and die in the very arms that killed you. You'll look at me, trying to kill me again, but you won't."

Yoongi scowls when Jimin crouches down, looking up at him as he flicks his thumb past his fangs.

"Because you can't." Jimin continues, inspecting his bleeding thumb. "You'll die. And when you return to me, you'll obey. I will discipline you."

"Fuck you." Yoongi spits.

His chest heaves and his heart pounds in against his ribs, tightening his grip around the knife.

The man falls to his knees. He scoffs and looks down at the bite with a slight grin. "Fuck you..."

Jimin's smile fades. His lips purse into a line and he slowly gets closer to the human. Little by little, he can smell the fear.

He can hear it. His heart, and the way its slowing down and speeding up. Yoongi would die of a heart attack.

With a hesitant smile, Jimin holds out his hand. Yoongi meets his eyes with an angry glare. He bites the inside of his cheek, then drops the knife and tightly lays his hand in the vampire's palm.

"I'm sorry?" Jimin chuckles. "I don't really know what to say to you. You're dying. You'll turn into a vampire."

"Just promise me you'll let me have a go." Yoongi huffs. "Those weapons look nice."

Jimin breathes a soft laugh and nods, baring his fangs with a cocky grin.

He knows Yoongi would be a good vampire. One just like him.

And as Yoongi's body slowly slumps against his legs, Jimin can't help but smile and cross his legs, gently laying the man's head on his thigh.

Jimin knows he'll lose quite some blood when Yoongi wakes up.

°•●•°

Hoseok watches silently, eyes glued to the screen when the final USB is plugged in.

In the previous ones, he'd seen birthdays, outings, pictures on polaroids, and even the very first colored show on the television.

All types of films on a simple stick, and it was as if Hoseok was watching Jungkook grow up.

But the man in those black and white pictures, the man in that colored film, the man in those bright eyes was the same man who stood behind the desk.

But this man was broken.

"I regret it." Jungkook mumbles. "Hunjae always told me to pay more attention to things in this world. But I never did."

Hoseok sheepishly glances up at him, watching the vampire slowly rub his arm.

"I was ignorant. That night... he begged me to go. To leave the log for another day and to run with him. I wish I listened. I desperately wished I died that night."

"What happened to him?" Hoseok asks. "Since... he's not here with you."

Jungkook gives him a soft smile and nudges his hand to the screen. "This..."

Hoseok flinches at the sudden audio burst from the laptop and quickly returns to the video.

The camera is shaking, and you can clearly hear Hunjae screaming, begging and panicking for the young Jungkook to stop it.

"Let go! Kookie! We have to run!"

"From what? Hunnie, there's nothing to worry about! These rebellious acts won't hit us!"

"IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT!"

"Hun! Please!"

The camera stands still on the ground, and Jungkook rushes to grab a shaking Hunjae by his shoulders.

Tears are running down his cheeks and he grabs Jungkook's hands.

"Leave with me! Run! Those monsters will get us!"

"What monsters are you talking about?!"

Jungkook's question is quickly answered when the glass of the only window in the room shatters, bursting from the impact of the creature's dramatic entrance.

Jungkook shrieks, quickly grabbing onto his boyfriend to protect him.

This... thing. It wasn't humane.

Hoseok can see the sudden fear in Jungkook's eyes, the want to live and the will to stay standing.

The creature tilts its head, hissing at them with a large open mouth. It's limbs were long and stretched, with its fingers shaped into sharp claws.

Tears brim in Jungkook's eyes, trembling at the monstrous being. "What is that thing?!"

"... Thing?"

The creature hisses again, it's sharp teeth baring as it's long, slim tongue drags along its wide open eye.

"Prey."

Jungkook screams when the creature lunges forward.

He pushes Hunjae out of the way, using his arm to block the bite, but screaming out from the agonizing pain as it's teeth tear through his skin.

There's a burning pain rushing through his body, with his eyes dilating against the camera view.

He can't give up now.

Jungkook pushes the creature away, using the furniture in the room to hit and hurt it.

"RUN!" He screams. "HUNJAE! RUN!"

"What about you?!"

"We don't even know what this thing is!" Jungkook cries. "Just run!"

Hunjae slowly leaves the camera view, his footsteps echoing next to the camera as it lifts.

Hoseok sees Hunjae's panicked face, eyes red from crying. The camera is placed down not far from the room he just left.

"I love you Kookie..."

Hoseok gulps, watching as the creature from before slams the doors open once more and attacks the human ruthlessly.

Blood splatters on the windows, and Jungkook is seen screaming out after it, jabbing his teeth into the creature's torn skin.

More and more blood is spilled, with Jungkook appearing back in camera view.

The creature's blood runs down his chin and hands, a desperate cry passing his lips when he covers his eyes.

He slumps, sobbing loudly as he takes the torn body of his partner in his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner...?" He cries. "Why did you sugarcoat it? We could have lived!"

With a deep breath, Jungkook's cries slowly fall to panting and hiccuped sobs.

His eyes slowly go around the room and quickly find the camera, with its small light still running.

"... You." Jungkook hisses. "Monster... Don't you ever fucking forget, Jeon Jungkook, what fucking monster you are..."

Slowly, the man stands up and takes a deep breath, stumbling towards the camera.

His neck twitches on the way towards it and he bares his sharp teeth, his bright red eyes glare into the camera, hissing at it through his fangs.

"If you find me... Kill me."

Jungkook huffs and shuts the laptop with a loud growl, giving Hoseok a small scare at the sudden anger in the man's eyes.

That was it.

Hoseok looks up at him. "What the fuck was that thing?!"

"One of the first vampiric creatures on earth." Jungkook answers shortly. "A bite from it was venomous, but only if it killed you, you'd turn into that thing."

Hoseok gulps, sighing deeply at the broken man in front of him.

"I became a vampire. I craved so much pain and blood that I trapped myself inside my house for years. Until someone came to investigate the strange phenomenon of those monsters is when I discovered my powers."

"Your ability to... resurrect."

"My ability to turn." Jungkook growls. "I killed the woman, never knowing his much venom I had. She tried to kill me that same night when she woke up."

"Miss Yun..."

Jungkook nods. "I tore out her fang. I was terrified, and she ran in tears. Decades later, thirty years ago, she confronted me again. She said she'd find someone smart enough to kill me. Someone determined enough to pass through my determination."

It didn't make sense. Hoseok sighs. This monster just... disappeared? Vampires were all that remained?

"You're still puzzled." Jungkook smiles.

Hoseok nods. "If you're a vampire, what happened to those monsters?"

"They burned. Sunlight got most of them, though there is no saying that they don't exist anymore."

Again, Hoseok gulps. Those monsters can still get him.

"I did not make my 'army' to defeat Miss Yun." Jungkook continues. "I made them so that any remaining monsters can't get them. No one, however, knows that this is the reason."

Hoseok looks up at him with a sad smile. "You're trying to protect us..."

Jungkook nods. He doesn't say anything. He just looks at Hoseok with a hesitant smile and holds out his hand.

"Will you let me?"

Hoseok is still doubting. He saw that monster in the films. He watched Jungkook being bitten by it and watched Hunjae be torn to shreds.

And even though he's afraid of dying, he's even more afraid of that monstrous beast coming for him.

"Will it hurt?"

"Weren't you shot?"

"... True."

Jungkook smiles at him, walking from behind the desk to the chair Hoseok sits on and lays his hand on the man's arm. "It's okay to be scared. I was too. I promise you, I'll be there when you wake up again."

Hoseok gulps and sighs. "What needs the bite?"

"Doesn't matter." Jungkook chuckles. "As long as we bite."

Thinking it over it just feels safer. He'd rather be a vampire than be killed by that thing and turn into whatever that was.

So... he nods. Hoseok holds out his wrist with a sheepish smile and glances down to his lap.

Jungkook takes his hand, gently kneeling down and guiding the man's wrist to his lips.

He chuckles softly, baring his sharp fangs and taking a gentle bite from his tender skin.

Hoseok flinches and whines at the sharp bite, pulling away his wrist. Jungkook backs away, just making sure his skin doesn't tear.

It left a mark. Jungkook's fangs showed, with a light red burn around the wound, and two sharp puncture wounds that blossomed the surrounding veins in purple.

"Is that...?"

"My venom."

Hoseok looks down at the bite, sighing nervously. "How long do I have?"

"That depends." Jungkook answers. "It can take minutes, maybe even hours."

"And my friends?"

"Will end up with the same fate."

Hoseok chuckles and smiles a little. At least he'd be with the agents. And he won't be targeted by that monstrosity either.

And he knows he's in good hands.

He trusts the vampire.

°•●•°

Death felt more peaceful than he thought. Though Namjoon couldn't see the pearly gates or the flaming pit, what he did see was memories.

He didn't have time to view it all, because at the end of the hallway of memories stood himself.

The version that he would become.

A menacing grin greeted him, with a smile only as wide that Namjoon could barely see the fangs hiding behind his own lips. The bitemark in his neck was faded to a scar, yet the sharp red of the infection remained.

"Done?"

Namjoon flinches a little at the sharp hiss.

"I don't have all day to wait."

Gulping, Namjoon looks at himself. "Does that mean... that you take over my body?"

"What?" He laughs through his fangs. "What an absurd theory. No, we will simply be one. You and I are the same."

"How come...?"

"You were bitten. Such a pretty bite needs... Some new abilities to survive. I am here to provide those."

"I see..."

The longer Namjoon looks at himself, the more hesitant he becomes.

The charming smile he's always had feels uncomfortable with its new pale skin and sharp fangs.

Though there wasn't much different. It was still him.

The vampire holds out his hand with a smile. "Well? Ready?"

Namjoon looks back at the long row of memories with a worrying sigh, but then, he smiles and nods. He lays his hand in that of the vampire's and whines at the pain.

There's a violent sting going up his arm, hitting his throat and tingling up towards his eyes.

It's uncomfortable at most.

"Remember," the vampire chuckles, "we are one."

"Is resurrection supposed to hurt?"

"Of course. You're dead."

Namjoon gulps and nods, holding his head from the sudden headache. His vision blurs, and in the fading of his vision, the vampire in front of him disappears.

He can only imagine what he'd be like when he wakes up. Now, he's just tired.

Namjoon sighs and crouches down to the ground, holding his head with both hands and closing his eyes, hoping the headache will fade.

When he opens his eyes again, he's greeted by a blinding light.

This wasn't helping his headache at all.

Namjoon quickly covers his eyes, scowling at the vampire who placed it there.

He looks down. All his restraints are taken down. Wasn't that dangerous?"

"Welcome back."

Namjoon glares up at the doctor, but as usual, he gets a charming smile.

Seokjin sits in the chair on the side, waving the boy over. Namjoon only scowls at him.

Who was he to order him around?

"Come here."

"Fuck you."

Seokjin chuckles and grins, baring his fangs with a hiss. "I said, come here."

"And I said, fuck you." Namjoon growls back. He slowly goes to sit up, glaring daggers at the doctor.

His smile fades and he rolls his eyes, rubbing his head with a frown. "You're one of those."

Namjoon's look doesn't change. His expression stays sharp. He twists his head around at the sound of a soft beep, sighing when he sees it's just the computer.

That was loud.

Seokjin looks at him and tilts his head. Interesting. He stands up and walks towards the computer, grabbing a small notepad beside it and starts writing down some notes.

Namjoon just glares. He frowns and growls at the scribbling noise, slowly getting up on his feet.

"You can make notes later." He snarls. "It's loud. Obnoxious. So quit it."

"I can't hear it. Stop being a brat." Seokjin turns his head, grinning at him and waving him over again. "Let me show you something."

"What?"

"Just come here."

Namjoon tilts his head and slowly comes to stand next to the doctor, wincing when he feels a sharp sting down his hand.

The doctor pulls his hand away, again writing something in his notes.

Just then, when Namjoon looks up, he sees a picture.

"Is that you?"

"Hmhm." The doctor nods. "Thirty years ago."

The Seokjin in the picture was just as young as the doctor was now, in the picture he was... happier.

"What happened?"

"I became a vampire." Seokjin smiles. "My loved ones died, I lived on. This picture was taken with Jungkook, when he noticed that the effects of the resurrection had passed."

"You were a patient red?"

"Of course. Every vampire was."

Namjoon's eyes scan the picture, looking for similarities and differences. His stare goes from the picture, to Seokjin's face, over and over as the doctor keeps making notes.

Then, after some time, Seokjin grabs a small pin from the desk and taps Namjoon's shoulder.

He grins a little at the loud growl and flinch. He was correct.

"Let's go. You have a lot to learn, and I can't keep you locked away forever."

"Where will we go?"

"To Jungkook."

"Jungkook?"

Seokjin chuckles. "Mister Jeon."

"Ah..."

Namjoon gulps a nervous ball of saliva down his throat and rubs his hand over the bitemark. He flinches at it.

It still hurts and it burns at the touch. He glares at the doctor, who nudges his head and urges him to walk along.

"Seokjin?"

"Yes?" The doctor turns his head with a smile.

"Who are you?"

At the question, Seokjin's smile drops. His steps fall silent on the stone tiles of the floor and and he glances to the door.

Then, his charming smile returns. "Who I was isn't important. I'm much better this way, right? Much more handsome than when I was beaten and killed."

His last sentence is venomous. He growls when he says it, glaring sharp daggers into Namjoon's eyes as he continues walking.

Namjoon almost feels as if he's made a mistake. Then again, he deserves to know.

He's Seokjin's spawn now. Another one of his many 'children'. One of those bloodthirsty vampiric monsters.

"It's not like I wanted this." Namjoon snarls. "Who were you, Seokjin? Why are you so obsessed with creating us?! Why me?"

Seokjin tenses. He grinds his teeth and twists around, grabbing Namjoon by his chin and pulling him forward.

The newborn spawn hisses at the sensitive pain and scowls back, tightly holding onto his wrist.

"Because you, Namjoon, are tactical." Seokjin hisses sweetly. "You know what you're doing at every moment, you know exactly how to wriggle yourself out of situations that should be impossible! The fucking murder!"

Namjoon's eyes darken at the mention. "That wasn't my kill."

"And yet you covered up for the one who did, didn't you?" Seokjin snarls. "You don't use your fangs, you don't use your knives and guns. You're brain over brawl."

"Why does that make me special?!"

"Because you could help me find a cure for this whole... vampirism shit!"

Namjoon looks up at him. "What?"

Seokjin runs a frustrated hand through his hair. "Not fully get rid of it. Just... get rid of the bloodthirst. Make sure that you don't experience what you're feeling when I touch you. That I can hold you without you burning up from the pain."

Confusion. That's what Namjoon feels when he hears Seokjin's growling. What in God's name would make him think that Namjoon would help him after forcefully being turned into a vampire?

He crosses his arms, huffs, and silently walks further towards the office he recognizes in the distance.

Seokjin watches him go and quickly chases after him, sighing and grabbing his shoulder.

Again, Namjoon hisses out of frustration at him, pulling his arm away and scowling. His jaw is tense, trying to fight the urge to rip the doctor's head off.

"You're not thinking straight!" Seokjin hisses. "Listen to me!"

"You wanted to go to Jungkook, didn't you?! Why are you stopping us?" Namjoon bares his stubby fangs, then quickly reaches out to the door handle of the office.

Seokjin growls and pulls Namjoon around by his shoulder, slamming him against the wall with a loud hiss.

He watches the new-born squirm and whimper at the sensitive pain on his skin, trying to get away.

"Do you feel the pain, Namjoon?" Seokjin snarls. "Every single touch... it hurts you. Your skin has to heal, and we have no idea from what or how long it takes."

Namjoon huffs and looks away. He flinches and bares his short fangs when Seokjin lays a flat hand on his cheek, cupping his face.

He's gentle. Even with no pressure at all. His skin is burning. He's on fire, an immediate pain that never dies.

"Stop fucking TOUCHING ME!"

Seokjin doesn't move. Even when tears start falling from Namjoon's eyes and his body begins to tremble, he keeps his hands in place.

"I want to get rid of this." He says softly. "This pain, this horrible side effect of becoming a beautiful spawn."

"I'm not your fucking spawn." Namjoon hisses. "Just because I have your mark doesn't make me your spawn! If I wanted to leave, I could! If I wanted to kill you, I would!"

Seokjin smiles at him, leaning forward and pressing his lips gently on his red bitemark in Namjoon's sensitive skin.

He feels Namjoon's chest heaving up and down, his every gulp to not choke on his own spit.

Even though he won't admit it, Namjoon is in agonizing pain.

Seokjin is about to set his fangs into the bite once more, when he hears a chuckle behind him.

Ruined the moment.

Seokjin huffs and turns his head, grinning a bit at the assassin's sweet smile.

"Jimin... Where's your friend?"

"How do you know?"

"I would hear him screaming otherwise."

Jimin shrugs. "Fair enough. He's with the other red's. Having a fight. I'm not dealing with that."

Namjoon glares at him. "Where are my friends... What did you do to them?! AND STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

Seokjin slowly begins to laugh, tightening his grip. "I can't have you hurt yourself. I just want you to realize that this pain can be cured."

"He's less aggressive than I thought he'd be." Jimin pouts. "Tae was more fun."

"Tae had killed before." Seokjin growls. "He was a murderer. Of course he was more fun."

"Clingy."

"Dependant." Seokjin corrects. "And desperate. Nammie here is different."

Namjoon scowls at him. "Don't call me that."

"He's not thirsty. He's not yearning for murder. He hates me. An easy fix." Seokjin continues.

Namjoon huffs and rolls his eyes at the ignorance of the doctor, crossing his arms. He thinks a bit.

It's true, what the doctor said.

The sensitivity to his skin was unbearable. The pain felt like death. How many other people would go through that? Most even without knowing it.

Looking at how calm he was, even with his tantrums and moodswings, there was hope.

Mature, well evolved vampires could be a future worth creating. Even vampires as aggressive as Jimin, and as bloodthirsty as Yoongi.

"Namjoon?"

The newborn looks up from his thoughts, frowning back at the doctor's kind smile.

Yep. Still a manipulative shit.

"What." Namjoon snarls.

"I believe it's about time for us to meet with the boss." Seokjin smiles. "If you'd like to open the door."

"Yeah, I'm gonna pick Yoongi up. He should be done as well."

Namjoon looks at the assassin, nodding quietly and turns around to open the door to the office.

His hand hovers over the handle, slightly scared of the pain. If a vampire's touch hurt him, would this as well?

He flinches when Seokjin gently lays his hand on top of his own and presses his fingers down, pressing the handle.

It hurts, yes, but less than before. Almost as if the cold metal completely cancels out the pain of his skin connecting with the doctor's.

He can still feel the lingering tickle, even when the door is opened.

He looks back once more, but Jimin is gone. Disappeared in the shadows to catch the fellow vampire that's going crazy somewhere.

Namjoon flinches a little. His eyes snap to Hoseok's body, laying limp in the chair, with Mister Jeon's hands keeping him up.

Their eyes meet. Only for a moment.

"Namjoon, welcome."

That smile. That charming, unsettling smile.

Namjoon slowly goes to bare his fangs but hesitantly stops when Seokjin holds onto his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Jungkook! I have incredible news!"

Jungkook raises his brows. "Yes?"

Seokjin's grip tightens on Namjoon's hand, feeling him struggle to hold on. "Namjoon wants to help me with my research! I'm sure we can make a breakthrough now!"

"I never told you I'd actively participate." Namjoon snarls. "Only that I'd help."

"That's good enough for me."

Jungkook chuckles a little and nods. "I see you've adapted well. I'm glad. I've been waiting a while for Hoseok to wake up."

"Why'd you kill him?"

"I didn't want him to become the monster that started this." Jungkook answers, hesitantly turning the laptop towards him.

Namjoon flinches at the sight. The video that played was paused on a horrifying creature, a monstrosity that threatened the life of an innocent man.

"What the fuck is that?!"

"Can I kill it?"

Again, Namjoon flinches. Yoongi chuckles from behind him, glancing at the monster with easy eyes.

Jimin bursts into laughter at the man's reaction and shrugs. "I've never seen it before."

"Neither have I." Seokjin frowns. "What is it?"

Jungkook's eyes darken at the mention alone. They deserve to know. "It's my killer." He mutters. "This is the original vampire. The creature that nearly killed me and cursed me with this life. They're still around... somewhere."

"The original vampire?" Seokjin's eyes widen with curiosity. "How fascinating!"

"Don't even think about it." Namjoon hisses. "You, nor I, will be getting remotely close to one of those... things."

"But think of all the knowledge!"

"And think of your own life. We are not immortal, Jin."

"That doesn't mean we can't kill it." Yoongi comments with a slight shrug. "I'd like to slit that thing's thin throat."

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Of course you would."

Jungkook slowly shakes his head and turns back to Hoseok's body. He keeps feeling his skin, waiting for him to wake up.

There was no way of knowing when he'd open his eyes.

With Yoongi and Jimin being nearly one and the same, keeping them controlled wouldn't be easy, but Namjoon and Seokjin seemed to have each other well under control.

If those two could keep the newborn under their wing, Jungkook could focus on Hoseok.

He was quite curious of the story that he had to tell.

"Jimin, kindly take Yoongi out to hunt if you will. The new target list is on the board just outside."

Yoongi's head perks up, a cold grin tugging at his lips when Jimin grabs his wrist and drags him along.

No words had to be said, they were going to finish the job flawlessly, as they'd always done.

Two perfectionist assassins.

"And me?" Namjoon scowls. "Should I start killing too?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "Start your research. Work on it as much as you can."

Seokjin only nods. "Will do."

Namjoon looks down at Hoseok once more, turning around with a sigh. He knows better than to be worried.

Hoseok is and always has been taking good care of himself. He won't need his concern.

As the door slowly clicks shut, Jungkook slowly closes the curtains to the windows.

He doesn't know what Hoseok will be cursed with. Sensitive skin, sensitive eyes, maybe even blood vision. Either way, he wants to prevent that pain.

Jungkook turns to look when he heard a soft gasp, smiling at the gentle fluttering of Hoseok's eyes.

He was awake.

"Welcome back."

"Hush." Hoseok mumbles.

He rubs his eyes and ears, exhausted groans escaping him as he hunches over his knees.

"Everything is ringing..."

Jungkook tilts his head and reaches out his hand to the newborn, who takes it.

"I can hear everything..."

"It'll fade." Jungkook chuckles softly. "I promise."

"You promise a lot." Hoseok growls. "Where's everyone...?"

Jungkook quietly rubs his fingers along Hoseok's hand, grabbing it tightly. "Yoongi is hunting, Namjoon is figuring out how to make your pain go away."

With eyes down on his knees, Hoseok gulps a nervous ball down his throat. He knows what happened, but even with Jungkook's charming smile he knows that it'll take some time for him to get used to it.

The mark of Jungkook's fangs will forever be in his skin.

"What do we do about..."

"Your former boss?" Jungkook smiles.

Hoseok hesitantly nods.

"She won't be a problem. She won't stop hunting me." Jungkook sighs. "So all we can do is continue. I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing, and if she kills me, so be it."

Hoseok looks up at him. "I won't let it happen."

With a gentle chuckle, Jungkook's dark eyes fall on his, with his lips twisting into a sinister smirk.

"I know you won't."

●=|THE END|=▪︎

Questions of the Chapter:

Why did Jungkook have a change of heart?

What was the first vampire like?

Why do all three newborn have different side effects?

Who was Taehyung?

How did Jungkook know of them?