A/N: It's the leader! Sorry guys for not updating i'm busy af 😭😭😭 i'll try to make up for the delays by pre writing chaps. thank you for reading!

P.S. Guys, the hoseok here isn't the real hoseok. couldn't think of any other names sorry guys 😂😂😂 and the jeon here also isn't the real jeon jungkook. lolz me and my non creative mind.

there is gonna be assumed one sided incest too with age differences. sry about that if you're—

u know what fuck this shit no one's gonna tell me what to write go fuck yourself

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What I went through...

Basically getting my life in more trouble.

But in the same time...It protects me.

Is that why I'm called the god of destruction?

I can protect...but I can destroy.

I don't know how to put it to good use.

But thanks to hacking, I know what I am.

I'm both of them.

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"Kim Namjoon, please come to the principal's office." The school intercom said. I hung my head down in shame as I knew what I was going to be called for. They've been doing this emotional abuse on me and they know what my weakness is; being humiliated.

I bumped on a tough looking guy when I was going to the office. He semed irritated and I cowered in fear. "Can you look at your way next time?! Keep your head up high, maybe someone'll crush it when you're not paying attention enough, brat!" Jung Hoseok, as said on his nametag shouted. "Y-Yes, Hoseok-sunbaenim..." I said, trying to escape but he grabbed hold of my collar when a teacher appeared.

"M-Mam! Hey, let go of my collar!" Hoseok shouted loud enough and no doubt, he staged it perfectly. I was "gripping" his collar and he was "struggling".

"Nice try, Jung Hoseok. But I know your techniques too well." The teacher said, and I looked at the teacher's name plate, which said Lee Kangho. I furrowed my brows because I never heard of a name of a teacher in this school.

"You will fuckin' pay, Kim Namjoon. Just wait."

And after that, I wish Mrs. Lee never came.

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"Mrs. Lee, what did you see? Tell us one lie and you'll be fired in an instant." The principal said staring at her with full of might and power. I was worried for Mrs. Lee but Hoseok seemed like he didn't give a shit about her and seemed to be even irritated of her for ruining his "bullied" act.

"I heard Hoseok saying to Namjoon "Can you look at your way next time?! Keep your head up high, maybe someone will crush it when you're not paying attention enough, brat!" And Namjoon answered timidly. He was just trying to run out of the situation when I walked in and he pretended to be bullied by Namjoon. Look at the recordings, sir if you don't believe me." She said and I widened my eyes in shock to actually help me and not try to cover up Hoseok.

"Very well, Mrs. Lee. Let us check the recordings and CCTV footage." Mr. Jeon said and Mrs. Lee only nodded, as if she knew what was going to happen next.

Recording 21817: Time: 9:03 AM Date: February 18, 2017

I kept silent and they even turned the audio. It did, indeed show Hoseok talking rudely to me and even grabbing my collar. I saw Mrs. Lee eavesdropping then she came into view when Hoseok was staging that he was bullied. And that was where the recording ended.

"Jung Hoseok, we know you have rumours about you bullying students but I actually did not believe that was true as it was rumours. You failed me. I will be contacting your mother right now, seen as your father doesn't care about you but money." Mr. Jeon said but I was shocked, to actually mention about Hoseok's father like nothing happened.

About Hoseok's father, he was the most powerful man in Korea and in South East Asia. But he had a heart disease, and all he dreaded for was money, and neglected his son. I can understand Hoseok's pain because if you don't get love, you get heartless. Someone with walls to break. You vent your anger out to others. Many people misunderstood you. And that's why I'm going to defend him, for his and my sake.

"Sir, you shouldn't be talking about his father like that!" I said in shock. Even if I'm still bullied, I still don't wish misfortune to others who have wronged me. They're human, I'm human, and we all need to forgive each other. That was my life.

"Why? I am simply returning the favor. Do you have any problems? Do you remember the golden rule? Treat others the way you want to be treated." He said, but I wasn't going to back down. Just because he did that to me meant it was to be returned to him tenfold.

"Why, sir? Why put them in a humiliating position? What if you were treated like this? They're human, I'm human, you're human, everybody is human, and we all need to forgive each other. Even monsters like you think of Hoseok, he's human still, he just isn't showing it. It's very disrespectful to a dead person when you talk like they don't matter, right? Didn't your parents teach you to show respect to rhe dead, no matter how much they've sinned? He ws neglected by his own father, his mother was way too drunk to even care, so he slowly became cold. He didn't want to seem weak, so he vented out his anger to other people. Simply put, he's suffering too." I said, finishing my speech, glancing at Hoseok who was crying silently, with his fist clenched.

"Can you tell me how bullying can be a coping mechanism for yourself, Mr. Kim?" He said, staring through my deep chocolate orbs. I wasn't fazed, not even felt at edge. It felt like it was a piece of cake for me.

"Because it happens, sir. It just happens. It's like you try to preserve snow in a tropical country but it slowly melts, even if you try to put it in the freezer. That's how it is. For depression? It's like there's something missing in your life, like a jig saw puzzle. Even if you try to connect it all together, you still end up in a mess." I said, trying to contain my tears because I was suffering depression-but not because of Hoseok.

It was because Hoseok was like me, but I wasn't rich.

"Why do you speak so informatively about what he's suffering about?"

That one question hit me like a brick, a slap to the face and a punch in the guts.

"Why can't you speak, Mr. Kim-" Mr. Jeon said but suddenly, not able to contain myself and I collapsed.

The last thing I heard was rapid footsteps, voices of people shouting, hurrying to get help, and a girl whispering to my ears:

"Your life as a student will come to an end soon."

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I opened my eyes, feeling dizzy as air was knocked out from my lungs.

My sight was blurry, but I could see 3 people. One was tall, like a man, with shades. The other was a woman who looked like my mother. And the last one was a little girl-who I immediately recognized as my little sister-Namhyeon. She still had a lot to understand, so I tried my best to become a role model for her. Even if I got a bad day at school, she would light up my day by simply saying my name with her cute voice. I never got tired of seeing her face and smiles.

To be honest, she was the only reason how I'm still breathing.

I wished that my friend Seokjin was here to help me, but he couldn't. I helped him and he's been trying to help me with my financial situation and I'm in debt for him. If I never went out to the playground to sneak out, I would never have met him. He had a golden heart, even if I was younger than him. He was getting corrupted as the time flew by because of the influences of money and power, but I helped him snap out of it before it was too late.

"Namjoon-oppa!" Namhyeon said, trying to hug me despite of her height. She was silently sobbing and I felt my heart breaking. I felt guilty for making my sister worry, as more tears fell on my arm that was filled with tubes connecting to the IV bag.

"You made me worry! You're a bad oppa!" She said, and I chuckled. I rose up from the bed, and carried her up to the bed I was currently on. She looked so beautiful, I bet she'll have a lot of admirers by the time she'll grow up. But I know little Namhyeon knew better than to flirt with guys. She'll always make sure she would not disappoint anyone, and that was what I loved about her.

"Namjoon oppa's sorry, I'll buy you ice cream next time, okay? Don't cry. Boys don't love girls that cry~" I sang in a sing song tone. "Does that mean you don't love me?" She said, suddenly making me frozen.

The way she said it...did she really mean it? I mean, she's a kid at 7 years old but...we're just 9 years different, with me being 16.

"What?! Of course oppa loves you! I'll love you as a little sister as always. I'll promise that no one hurts you." I said, trying to lift up the mood. I felt guilty for lying, but she was still a child and needed to be protected from the horrors of the world. It was always like that.

"Um, sorry to disrupt your idle chitchat but Ms. Kim and Namhyeon, please excuse us for a moment. Me and Kim Namjoon have a very important matter to discuss." The man said, trying to sound as gentle as possible. I felt an enigmatic vibe from him, and I couldn't lay on my finger on what he would do.

"So, Namjoon...We meet again." The man said, taking off their shades and I immediately tried not to shout in shock.

Fuck, it was my supposedly "dead" father for fuck's sake! What was he doing wearing all fancy clothes?!

"Now, I know you're freakin out, but I AM NOT here to try and talk out things with your mother. I'm here for a deal." He said, crossing his arms.

"A simple deal. You become a CIA agent or your mother gets arrested." He said, showing a picture of mom getting cash illegally. He showed another picture where she spent it on numerous betting games and she was seen hitting people with liquor bottles.

"Do you want to save your mom and live a life that you only have or still rot so slowly here? Answer me." He said with no emotion on his voice, and I hated it. He knew my weakness about mother, about how I'll do everything for her. This fucker knew how to play his trump cards right.

"Why do you need me as an agent?" I said, crossing your arms. I was wondering why he needed me as an agent when I don't have any talents of being an agent. Probably my intelligence but I think that's not enough. There must be something he has on his sleeve.

"Well, your IQ is impressive, so we planned that you are the leader of the new rookies, and with your strategic skills, we will also hire you for hacking. One of our very special people will train you. Deal?" He said, and I admit, it was a good deal. But...how about mom?

"About your mom, we'll take care of her. She'll go under rehabilitation and give her a job that suits her the best. Namhyeon can be with you. But tell her not to touch anything you own, not even your phone. There are important things there soon." He said, and I widened my eyes in shock. How about my school?

"Also, I forgot about your school. You will also learn what you learn in school with the hacking lessons. Sounds like a great deal, eh?" He said, and I instantly nodded.

"Good. And remember my son, Rome was not built in a day so don't rush it all. Life of an agent is dangerous. I wish all the best to you." He said, and he left.

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(i have no knowledge of hacking unless the cicada one)

"Hey Seokjin, can you check the files in Mr. Song's computer? I'm afraid he has something...he is truly hiding there." I said, continuing to write the codes, the DDOS was broken, and I got to be inside Mr. Song's computer. Well, we stole it. Yes, Dad was not wrong in saying an agent's life is dangerous. Mom is fine and I'm able to support Mom and Namhyeon. They think I'm working an ordinary job.

All that matters is that they're happy and they're safe.

"Well shit Namjoon, he has a fucking encrypted file here. And it was put in a not so very suspicious folder. Fucker knows how to protect things huh? Well too bad, sorry Mr. Song but we're breaking into your compyter and there's nothing you can't do anything about it." Seokjin said and I nodded. Seokjin is truly an asset to the team.

"Well, time for coding."

Some time later...

"What the fuck is this! I've been working in this shit all day long, and I still haven't extracted one fucking file! What the fuck are we supposed to do, Seokjin?! I'm gonna be dead if I don't pass the files by tomorrow morning!" I said, panicking and groaning in frustration. The stress was all getting to me.

"Wait, Namjoon, didn't Mr. Song said he had an upcoming movie called something like Cicada 3301 and he was going to use it as something very valuable in the future? How about you crack the file using the Cicada 3301 procedure? I heard it's the most hardest code to break, but I believe in you Namjoon." He said, and it got my attention.

"Yeah, Cicada takes a fuck load of time. Thanks for the encouragemwnt, and I'm sorry but can you get me another coffee? I need to be alert in this." I said, and he nodded.

Some time later...

"Okay...so I open this on the notes...Wait, CLAVDIVS CAESAR says..and there's some codes...Aha! Caesar Cipher! So I have to compare the normal alphabet with the Caesar alphabet..hm...Download out guess...set the command...Well, nothing. Open the link, and I get a string of numbers which are like ratios...press the link...and what the fuck is this? Wait, Maya Roman Numerals...Okay, so these are...10,2,14,7,19,6,18,12,7,8,17,0 and 9...." I said, continuing to press codes and decipher numbers on the file.

Many hours later...

"FINALLY I'M DONE!" I said, after countless codes and countless breaks. It took forever, and deciphering Cicada 3301 was not an easy feat to accomplish.

"Congratulations, Namjoon."

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so guys...im sorry that i havent updated in so long...imagine the days it took me to write all of these then you finish it by a few minutes...so im sorry if anyone is disappointed in this chapter. i know ur brains were like wtf in the cicada 3301. well, search how to solve cicada 3301. that's where i got the info. so, see u guys in next update!

~Hannah