RUSE || Taekook

TWENTY TWO || J5O3A5F4J5O4XJ5O3F5

Extra update cuz it's ma birthday!

Enjoy!

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The next day, Jungkook sits at a desk in the room Jimin guided him to. It's the meeting room.

A large room with a mahogany table in the middle and four chairs behind it, it faces the huge window with a direct view of the lava pit outside. The pit is full of boiling rock and spurting out lava, heated by burners buried under the ground.

Above the table, is another chair, suspended in the air, with a footstand right above Jungkook's head, in the centre of the room.

Jungkook gently touches the mahogany table and seats himself into his cushioned chair, smiling at the bright wall lighting as Jimin takes a seat next to him. Daniel sits next to Jimin and the fourth chair at the end remains empty.

All three of them stare at the fourth chair before Jimin sighs and stands up.

"No, I got it," Daniel stands too and grabs the chair, taking it out the door.

Jungkook stares after him in confusion.

"That was Baekhyun's," Jimin explains. "He recently left with all the other spies."

"You trusted him?"

"We did that to a lot of people," Jimin looks down at his hands. "Should've just listened to Tae. He's always right about these things."

"What did he say?"

"He told us not to–"

The door opens and Jungkook looks to see a guy he doesn't recognize bring the chair back in with Daniel following him.

Jimin turns around, "Harry?"

Harry nods and places the chair in its original location, "Hello, sir. Vante said I would be taking Baekhyun's place in the meeting today."

He seems like a friendly guy, with long curly hair and twinkling green eyes.

Harry nods at Jungkook as well and takes his seat. Jungkook nods back and faces the lava pit again, clearing his throat.

Jungkook needs to figure out what August took from Jewels. That could lead him to their motive. He can't let them hurt anybody.

Not the FBI, not Seokjin, not Taehyung.

Jimin presses the button to what Jungkook assumes is a communicator in front of him, "Bring him in."

A sharp sound resonates throughout the area and a metal cage comes into view. Lowered from above the pit, Jungkook's jaw drops at the guy inside, tied up, a bag covering his face.

The man is visibly sweating and fumbling with his ropes again and again, trying to break free but there's no escape.

"What the fuck?"

"What?" Harry chuckles. "Never seen an interrogation before?"

Jungkook blinks rapidly. "If this is the interrogation, I don't ever wanna know what the torture is like."

"Don't give us an opportunity to show you."

Jungkook stands at the voice, followed by the other three at the table.

There, at the door, stands the man they've been waiting for. Clad in a red suit, his red hair ablaze above his head, Kim Taehyung walks in, every step pressing on the ground, demanding attention, submission, allegiance.

"Sir," the other three bow down and Jungkook quickly follows suit.

Taehyung walks over to them and stands in front of the table, staring at the associate.