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The apartment is small. Probably not the smallest apartment in South Korea, but most definitely small. Only a single sofa with a tv in the living room, a decent sized kitchen, with a small hallway that leads to three doors exactly.

The entire apartment is nicely bricked designed, adding a small vintage vibe to it with a large window to see the outside highways and city of Seoul through the night sky.

A beautiful city indeed.

Taehyung drops his bag, taking in the decent scent of the newly polished wooden floor and the dim lights that Taehyung could control with the switch against the wall.

Everything seems perfect for him.

A perfect escape.

He nods subtly to the apartment in approval and gets to work instantly.

Taehyung searches the whole apartment, taking in every inch and every section with complete precaution. He has to be sure this isn't a set up or if there's any hidden cameras or voice monitors anywhere. Eith fuddling hands he searches in his backpack and pulls out an electric field disturbance gadget. The gadget it placed against the wall and he presses onto the blue button, watching it glow. Taehyung waits a while, trying to hear any sizzling of electrical disturbance anywhere in the apartment, only seeing it caused a reaction from the tv, lights and microwave. That's it.

Safe.

So Taehyung removes the gadget and shoves it back in his backpack and grabs one of his suitcases and hauls it on the sofa, zipping it open. There laid four rows of bullet magazines. All different sizes. Underneath it were piles of guns; AK-47, a regular pistol, semi automatic guns, and many more. Especially his more personal favorite; the sniper gun at the far bottom in his own section.

His baby boy, Tata.

Taehyung grabs the guns with black latex gloves and placed them in various places in the area; in the stove, a secret hidden spot he made in the cabinets of the kitchen, stick another one in a jacket that's on the coat rack next to the front door -a jacket he will never use- and scatter the rest of the guns in random places in his bedroom, bathroom, and a single one in the guest room. As for his Tata, he grabs the case and approaches the island in the kitchen. Taehyung presses a button under the edge of the marble countertop and presses his fingers on the surface, along with thumping a familiar pattern until the middle section of the island slides to the side from below, revealing a empty metal space with a glowing blue light.

Perfect place to hide a sniper gun.

He cozies the case at the space and thumps his fingers to another pattern, watching the middle section return to normal.

After doing another round around the apartment to make sure everything was in place, he finally slumps on the couch and waits.

Moments passed and Taehyung eyed the watch on his wrist with emotionless eyes, waiting for the time to hit.

And right when the big hand landed on twelve, his phone rings. Taehyung reaches for his phone and answers the unknown number.

"You in?" A deep voice spoke from the other line instantly, but Taehyung knew exactly who it was.

"Yeah, coast is clear. I checked the entire apartment," he informs, hearing the man at the other end sigh in relief.

"Good. Did you arrange-"

"The guns are in place, even the sniper gun. I scatter cameras around the area and connected it with my computer," Taehyung says, relaxing slightly against the couch, "This apartment is exactly like how I remembered it."

Taehyung hears a shuffle from the other line and a deep sigh, "Your mother really loved it."

Taehyung closes his eyes, suppressing his emotions from thinking about this mother, still fighting to get her screams out of his head after three years.

"I know," he whispers and runs a hand through his red hair, "Are-Are you positive they won't find me here?"

"They won't," The man says instantly, "You're safe for now, just avoid any gang related people. You may never know if they could be connected with Orchids."

To this Taehyung snickers, "Be a 'normal' college student, right?"

"Exactly."

Taehyung rolls his eyes and nervously rubs his knee with his hand, "Just be careful, okay? They know you're a cop and might've thought I was a rat-"

"You weren't a rat," The voice cuts him off with a snap, "You didn't know I worked for the agency. It's my fault. I should've told you sooner and maybe this whole mess wouldn't be happening. That place where you are now is the safest place for you until I solve the issue here and bring you back home."

The red haired boy slowly nods but then remembered he wasn't there to see him, "Right, I'm sorry I did this stupid mistake..... I didn't know any better and I-"

"Taehyung," the man whispers, "It's okay, stop stressing about it....I should've been more around. It must've been intense for you being part of that after two years, I know it'll feel weird or an adjustment after all you have experienced. Now just remain hidden. Don't give anyone your identity or any information about yourself. I sent the paper work to your university."

The younger man gulps and licks his lips, "I won't say anything."

"What's your name?"

"V."

"Why is it a single letter?"

"I was an orphan without a name. I named myself V after my favorite painter; Vincent Van Gogh. My new family appreciate the uniqueness of it and let me keep the name."

"Where do you live?"

"Still with my mother and father in Seoul."

"What are you studying?"

"International Relations since I would like to travel and possibly have my own business in the future."

"Why did you decide to move to Seoul?"

"Got tired of America, only went for high school and didn't want to be away from my parents for too long."

"What else do you like to do?"

"Paint, read or just hang out in my room."

The man hums in the other line, "Good.... You're ready. Remember, if you ever feel like you're in danger or you think they found you, go to Jennie and Kai's house to the address in the folder that's in your backpack. They will be your 'parents' while you're over there. You can't contact me what so ever, do you understand?"

Taehyung blinks back the tears, feeling a weight fall heavy on his chest, "Yes father."

"You know what to do. I love you son."

And just like that the line beeps, signaling Taehyung the call ended. For a moment he sits there, taking in the conversation and what his father told him.

He's so stupid for ever deciding to join a gang in the first place.

Taehyung was so disappointed and lost when his mother passed, grew angry with the world and especially since his father still wasn't around as often. Taehyung was 18, so he was able to stand being on his own for a while during that time, later on finding the comfort and family vibe in a gang he was convinced, well manipulated, to join.

Two years he was in it, eventually becoming the leader's right hand man. He did things that didn't trouble him before but now is taking a massive troll after this problem. This situation all started with one of the gang members spotting Taehyung taking to his father outside his house, more like arguing. Taehyung doesn't know how they found out his father was an agent for the FBI before he ever did, and they started accusing him as a rat and a traitor. Taehyung ended up crying to his father about it, angry that he didn't tell him sooner that he was actually a cop.

Mostly angry with himself.

Regardless of that, his father walked him down with brief instructions everything that was going to happen when Taehyung got to Seoul and his new identity.

Guilt and frustration is the only thing Taehyung has been feeling deep down inside. If only he was more mature before about his situation after his mother died, none of this would be happening.

But there's nothing he can do now but follow his father's instructions.

Taehyung stands to his feet, the phone in hand as he approaches the kitchen and began to take the phone apart. The red haired man knows his techniques with technology, thanks to his father who showed him when he was small. After a few more tugs, he grabs the chip and snaps it in half. The rest of the phone he grabs it and shoves it inside a black bag and throws it inside a small microwave like machine next to the oven, and turns it on. Taehyung waits a while until a ding hits his ears and he puts on thermal heating gloves from the cabinet and removes the small hot metal container that now had his melted phone inside and pours the liquid metal into a beaker. The grey substance doesn't fill up all the way and Taehyung shoves the metal container back into the microwave shaped heater and closes it, focusing his attention back to the beaker and places it on the counter.

He began to mix ingredients after ingredients together, chemicals and other acids that he had in his backpack and poured it carefully in the graduated cylinder, the red substance staring back at him.

With a proud smile Taehyung pours the substance in the beaker, that was on the hot plate, and watches as the liquid grey from his phone turns a lighter grey.

Safe.

Taehyung carefully pours the liquid into another container, a metal one that could be passed for a water bottle.

The young boy cleans his mess and walks out of his apartment, metal container with gloves, big grey hoodie and a gun in his possession. Ever since he joined a gang, he got use to carrying around a gun at all times.

This world is dangerous and Taehyung has seen it first hand.

Better to be safe than sorry.

So he calmly goes down the elevator and through the lobby. Out to face the warm breeze of the Seoul air.

Taehyung really did miss this place.

Calmly he walks to the direction of the familiar address his father made him memorize by heart. It almost felt like second nature to just keep that in his head. Memory for him is a curse. He remembers everything, a lot of things all too well, even the horrid ones. For a while Taehyung continues to walk until he came upon the familiar street names and corners. He grips the metal container and slides it down to his side, having a looser grip on it. In a distance he sees a man walking in his direction, wearing a long coat and a hat, head down.

It's him.

It has to be since Taehyung arrived just on time.

So with the wall in his mind and heart being built to conceal emotions, Taehyung continues to walk, keeping his eyes ahead as the man continues to walk in his direction.

More like the opposite direction.

And very discreetly, the man swiftly grabs the container from Taehyung's hand, walking away as if it never happened. Taehyung continues to walk, also acting like it never happened and turned a corner.

Now his phone will be officially destroyed.

This is his new life now.

Hiding and running away.

Taehyung doesn't exist anymore.

Now it's V.

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A/N:
FIRST CHAPTER YAY!!!! What do you guys think? This gives a little background to Taehyung's life, and later on you will know even more about his past.

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