Clutching a big Gucci duffle bag, the short...or..perhaps tall ravenette trotted out of an unilluminated alley, not sparing a glance at the black clad macho man behind ; the type that would wear rectangular sunglasses 24/7, despite the time and location.

Clicking of shoes on the paved narrow street brought the only source of sound..in a neighborhood that had been abandoned decades ago.

-Tap-

A short pressing noise resounded, causing the silent moonless night appear less dark as bright headlights of a vehile temporarily enlightened the surroundings.

Yoongi placed himself on the seat of the two-wheeler. Inserting the key, he grasped the handlebar ...and rode off ; leaving the area lonely again. Returning to the now deserted place, its pitch-black darkness and pin-drop silence.

Just how it was. As if....as if nothing ever happened.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

-Beep Beep-

The young pale boy shot up from his overstuffed deluxe sofa at the brief beep sound (that indicates a notification) at an instant; implicating his eagerness for waiting to hear it.

It was indeed what he thought, a message from Blackjacks, the mafia organization he is a spy of, for whom he 'works' for to earn his living.
Without a single thought in mind, Yoongi blankly stared at the screen of his phone, which displayed texts performed on a private messaging app developed by the organization themselves ; exclusively for their members.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

BJs

~Yesterday~

>The address you were sent
the previous day, come their
to collect your cash.

Reached.<

>Now keep walking straight for
two lanes and then turn left at
the corner. Enter the third alley
you come accross. Our agent
will be found there.

~Today~

Money received.<

>Now you know what to do.
Follow the guidelines you
were instructed.
Good luck !

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The spy's captivating feline eyes traveled to the magnificent clock hung on a richly furnished wall that sturdily stood in front of him. The timepiece's hands of long platinum needles that steadily go past every number in a cycle; never halting for anyone, stuck the topmost digit of the elite machinery.

Due to the avail of immense silence, a sound of 'Ding Dong' originating from the golden pendulum that comes into its role whenever the endless time unit alters into a whole, could be heard from any corner of the house.

2:00 a.m.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

"Aah....It feels sooo good !~"

Yoongi murmurs while further immersing his milky pale body into the bathtub brimming with warm water. A hot bath undoubtedly is an excellent way to end one's day.

The comforting feeling of engulfing warmness was one, the young male greatly craved for. Be it found in a blanket, a hot bath or his mother's embrace...
Such a tenderness that would remind anyone of home.

But missing his family wasn't the only thing on the spy's dazed mind.

More and more of his thick strands of hair start floating on top and then
disappear as Yoongi completely submerges himself inside the water, while being already drowned in his sea of thoughts.

Despite repeatedly telling himself that it won't be different and I've done riskier missions, for some reason the pale boy couldn't find a way to escape that seemingly never-ending sea.

Bubbles start to form on the surface of water as a result of Yoongi releasing his breath.

It isn't the first time he is countering the stressful emotion of worrying... but worrying for literally nothing becomes a question in itself. Why am I experiencing this ? No idea.

Yoongi feels oddly warm around his face area. And this doesn't settle logical with the lack of oxygen his lungs are going through.

He felt hotter and hotter. Although the water's temperature was going down with time, and suffocation wasn't helping either. Yet the boy could only observe his face going all red.

A curious sensation tingles in his stomach, in spite of blood circulation dropping every second passing. Yet this weird feeling tends only to increase more.
He couldn't understand why this was occurring. He needed an explanation.
Could it be ?....Could it be a signal of-

The feeling was overwhelming. Yoongi couldn't breathe.
Is this what death feels like?

Probably not.
The pale teen jerked his head out of the clear liquid with a force.
"Am I out of my mind??"

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

With just a bathrobe wrapped around his slim pysique, the male headed towards the kitchen ; he hadn't eaten since morning. No wonder he almost cussed when his thunderous stomach growls were heard by the agent earlier.
Embarrassing much.

Yoongi pressed a button and the door of the refrigerator swung wide open. His bladely sharp eyes scanned the contents, soon resting on the 'drinkables'.

A cold white fluid flows down his drought of a throat as the teen chugs on a bottle of milk, wiping his pink pouty lips after he gulped down whole 1 litre in one go.
Usually he woud drink it slow, savouring the taste with each sip. But his weariness wishes for nothing other than a peaceful slumber.

Now feeling somewhat relieved, Yoongi makes his way in the direction of the bedroom upstairs.

.
.
.
.
.

Yoongi lets himself practically collapse on the bed, relishing the feeling of his body dipping into the soft warm mattress.
Oops. I'm still wearing the bathrobe.
He gets up right away... just to toss off the only piece of cloth that covered his feminine figure.

Once again, he plops back into comfort, this time wrapping a thick blanket around his naked torso.

For some reason, the spy fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.
For some reason, all his worries vanished into the familar engulfing feeling of warmth.
For some reason, his traquil dreamsless slumber seemed like unconsciousness.

But that's possiblbly due to exhaustion.

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lol I updated.