Outcast | KNJ

36| 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍

"Be safe." Sung told Namjoon, her arms wrapped around his neck, both stood next to the car he was about to enter and leave in.

"I should be saying that to you, just make sure he's properly gone so I can come back and turn this all around." He chuckles, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, Sungs head snuggling into his chest, enjoying his warmth before he left for the military.

"I'll be fine, the most I'll have to do is some pole dancing shit, Oooo thank you, you've given me an idea?" She says with wide eyes, looking back up at him while he looked down at her confused.

"And that is?"

"To make sure he's really dead, I could be putting on a show that I know he wouldn't deny so that when he takes the drink or food whatever we manage to do, he really goes and then all I have to do is act traumatised at watching someone die or something." She explains, Namjoon nodding as he thinks it through, knowing as long as they don't let anything slip they would be fine.

"Sir we need to leave."

"I'll see you soon baby, don't do anything you wouldn't have done without me." He smiles, kissing her forehead before waving as he sinks into the car below, Sung watching him drive down the road before she got snapped out of her thoughts by the calling of her name by Maine, who was standing at the doors threshold to Hoo-woon's house and business.

"Yes?" She answered, turning around as she made her way back up the path to the door, following Maine inside as she closed the door behind her.

"Hoo-woon wants to see you as soon as possible." Maine informs, walking away as Sung replied thanking her, making her way back up to his office where Namjoon had been working not too many days ago, almost blinded from the light, knowing when they eventually take over they were definitely going to do something about that.

"I was summoned." She speaks up as she enters the room, Hoo-woon immediately diverting his attention to her presence, lifting up his glasses that were ugly, making him seem a decade older than he really was just from the ghastly objects.

Guess that's what he gets for choosing glasses that never have or will look good on him.

"Yes, I think I have given you enough time, I want to know what your decision is about these classes, you know I have connections to the best so you won't be wasting your time." He says, clasping together his hands on his desk.

"Of course you fucking do." She thought to herself, mentally rolling her eyes as soon as he said that.

"Well I have decided to try a couple of lessons, so tell me when and where and I'll be there." She says, slumping down onto the chair opposite, sitting with ehr right leg crossed over left as her arms rest down the chair's arms.

She was finding his weaknesses and if only he knew.

"Well, they would actually be taking place in my basement below so every thursday at four pm go down there and she'll be waiting," He says, moving forward towards his desk.

"Well I guess I'll see her then." She smiles cockily, walking out sensually swaying her hips side to side, shutting the door behind her, fully aware of the two eyes staring at her as she walked out.

However what this foolish man had failed to notice was the camera sitting quietly in the corner.

If Hoo-woon thought his office was the only private and camera-free room in the house, where he could sneakily get up to all his disgusting habits, he was wrong, for when he had allowed Namjoon the day to take over, Namjoon had done exactly that, all while letting Jungkook install a camera, if they wanted to end this man and some of his "legacies" they needed everything, and I mean everything, for that was exactly what they were going to get.

They were facing a mid-fifty year old man, yet they had already outsmarted this "unstoppable" man, proving once again he was all talk and little action, accurately representing a lot of the world's residents.

"Sung." Maine whispers as she hears her reach the last step, her head instantly turning to the voice of Maine, who was standing in the kitchen.

"You alright?" She asks confused.

"Yeah, When you are free please check your phone." Maine says, nodding with a smile as Sung begins to walk out of the house quickly getting the message that involved what they can't talk about in a camera filled house.

"Fuck the camera's" Sung suddenly muttered to herself as she turned the street, the wind soon picking up her hair.

Sung was hurrying home, concentrated on her phone texting Jungkook who was rushing her to return, knowing she needed to see what he was having to watch painfully, completely unaware of the upcoming group of boys ahead.

"Oh..I-" Sung begins to apologise, turning her head to look back up before she stops and freezes.

"Well look who we have here boys."

(A/N)

It's short Ik and unedited