RUSE || Taekook

FIVE || C1C4O2A5

Jungkook has no option but to follow the group of six men out the airport after he asks them to shoot a bullet through Kourtney as well.

He has no need to worry about spies anymore.

He is on his merry way to Vante.

Protocol doesn't surprise him.

The men dressed in black suits pull a bag over his face and lead him into a car, driving away from the airport. Jungkook listens intently to where they take him, memorising all the sounds he can hear on his way, the number of speed bumps they drive over and traffic signals.

He needs to know how to escape in case things don't go his way.

Sadly, they knock him out before he maps the entire path in his head.

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The room is spinning, the lights moving around, giving Jungkook a headache. He blinks and swallows, trying to adjust to his surroundings. Pain pricks at his chest, the blisters burning under his shirt.

He wants to rub his eyes but can't even move his hands.

Why can't I move my hands?

Jungkook groans, stretching his neck. He blinks at his wrists and tsks once he sees the cuff holding it in place, keeping it on the armrest.

Great.

"Here, drink up," a sweet feminine voice speaks as a glass is placed at Jungkook's lips.

At first, he hesitates. But, then the woman gently massages the back of his head, "It's okay. Just water."

Jungkook leans forward and drinks. Not like he has a choice anyways.

"Good, all better now. See?"

Jungkook coughs and nods, acknowledging the woman rubbing his back and ruffling his hair. It feels almost... soothing.

"Thank you, Jennie," a voice speaks from in front of Jungkook and his head jerks up. "That will be all."

The woman lets go and Jungkook peers harder at the man, who just appears to be a pink blob while Jungkook's vision adjusts. A metal door opens and closes as Jungkook blinks, his vision clearing up.

Shit.

Vante's right-hand man.

"Hello?" Jungkook croaks out at the man sitting across from him at the table.

The man sits back in his chair, rubbing his index finger and thumb against each other as he looks Jungkook directly in his eyes, "Hello, Jungkook."

Name is out.

Jungkook gulps. "Uh, yes. That's me."

"May I ask what you're doing here?"

"Go ahead."

Jimin purses his lips and tilts his head, "Okay, Jaykay. What's up with the fake identity?"

Jungkook blinks. Of course, he already knows.

"Running from authorities."

"Why did you come here?"

"Running."

"Why here?"

"Vante."

"What, Vante?"

Jungkook blinks, looking around the empty grey room, gaze falling on the camera.

Is Vante watching?

"I, uh, I was hoping you could help me run."

"I can't find anything regarding you in the database," Jimin leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Care to explain? Who's helping you?"