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Spy Universe - Woozi

Anon requested Hacker! Woozi reacting to meeting the reader while working on his job. I was so inspired! Possibly willing to write more of this style of thing, so send request if you want!

EDIT: now we have a whole spy universe

Jihoon glares at the pixels on his screen, crackling voices coming to him through the ear piece that he has popped halfway out of his ear so that he can hear the soft music playing in the background.

He thought there was no way this mission could go wrong. But now...

Well, even with his expert hacking work on the near impenetrable computer system of the house the team has just infiltrated, and even with the flawless plan the constructed in advance, they might not be able to get this right and extract what they want in time.

“Mingyu,” he says threateningly, tugging his mic closer to his mouth so the most clumsy member of his heist crew can really hear his fury. “What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing?”

“Sorry!” Mingyu’s too-loud voice echoes awfully in the playback through Wonwoo’s mic as well, because Wonwoo is right beside him.

Wonwoo does what Jihoon wishes he could and hits Mingyu in the head, then clamps a hand over his mouth so he won’t talk so loudly. Only people who know him very well would be able to see past his blank expression and know he’s probably panicking on the inside at the stupid move his mission partner just made.

“Sorry Jihoon,” Wonwoo says at a much more reasonable volume. “What the hell do we do now?”

Jihoon sighs, reaches over to flick his music off, and pushes his ear piece fully into his own ear. This is going to take some focus.

“First tell Mingyu that if I ever see him open a fridge on another mission, he’s dead.” Jihoon hisses. He doesn’t really mean it, of course, but he can see Mingyu’s eyes go satisfyingly wide through his view on the camera. “With houses this fancy, we never know what might be hooked up to the networks. Rich people get ‘smart fridges’.”

“But even you couldn’t have known the fridge would link into the alarm!” Mingyu protests, at least keeping his voice quiet this time.

“I would never have decided to take a snack in the middle of a mission!” Jihoon spits, watching code scroll across his screen and trying to predict how much time he has to fix this.

“We’re stealing from them anyway!” Mingyu whines. “And we have to wait for so long in here I thought-”

Jihoon can’t be bothered with the explanation. He flicks off the private channel he opened between his ear piece and the ones Mingyu and Wonwoo have in, and turns off Mingyu’s mic completely. It’s a little rude, sure. But he has no time to be polite. He quickly glances around the other monitors, making sure all the other members are in place. They are. And thanks to the private channel he opened for his conversation with Mingyu and Wonwoo, none of them know that things have gone wrong yet. So luckily, none of them are panicking.

Jihoon’s just not sure how to solve this. Luckily, he always makes sure the team leaves a second person with him, usually Vernon, just in case something like this happens. He makes him wait in the other room of course, just watching the monitors, so that Jihoon can have the privacy and space to think. But right now, he needs to call him in.

But before he can even do so, Vernon suddenly opens the door behind him, clearly having seen some of the commotion.

“Woozi, what’s happening with Wonu and Mi-” Vernon’s voice come along as he pokes his head in the door. “Oh.”

Vernon is staring at the little orange blinking light that means the alarm system on the other end is currently rebooting.

“Yes.” Jihoon repeats. “’Oh’ is correct.”

“I thought you disabled-”

“I didn’t count on the fridge.” Jihoon interrupts. Even as he speaks his hands are dancing over the keys. “And I didn’t count on Mingyu’s fucking impossible appetite. He opened the door to get a snack and the system somehow noted the unexpected presence in the house, so it started reactivating the whole alarm system. We have about eight minutes before it gets up and running: luckily their software is fancy but not fast.”

“Shit,” Vernon says. He walks over to Jihoon’s side. “Need me to take the chair while you work out the hard stuff?”

“Yeah,” Jihoon pushes off on his wheeled seat to the faster computer in the corner and Vernon takes his place. Jihoon mutters under his breath. “Fucking Mingyu.”

Vernon looks almost pleased. If anyone messes up missions, it’s usually one of the two of them. Or Seokmin. And he always feels relieved not to be in the path of Jihoon’s wrath.

“Don’t smile.” Jihoon snaps. “Just-”

“Yo, Woozi, what’s going on?” Seungcheol’s voice echoes through Jihoon’s ear piece and he swears out loud in surprise. “You haven’t given your usual five minute update.”

He forgot he had left all the others listening to nothing while he sorted out the issues on his end. He quickly reaches over to open up the channel between all the ear pieces.

“Minor hiccup.” he says sharply. “Stick to the plan for now. Mingyu. Wonwoo. Don’t say a word.”

“Jihoon,” Seungcheol switches to his real name in worry. Jihoon’s only half listening now, fingers flying over his keyboard. “What the hell happened?”

“Nothing.” Jihoon hisses. “Listen, I have to move. Vernon’s taking the seat for a while.”

There’s a long pause. Then Seungcheol says “okay,” because he trusts Jihoon enough to move past without an explanation. He’s also kind of busy himself right now, lifting Jeonghan over his head, and waiting to hoist Joshua up next.

“Where are you going?” Vernon asks in surprise.

“Have to get to the basement of the security company and hook right into their mainframe again.” Jihoon explains.

It should be possible in the given time frame, considering the place in just down the road. It’s not the first time he’s done this either. He’s familiar with shimmying his way through the little window at ground level down the alleyway, and plugging in the forgotten corner of their storage section.

Vernon nods, and Jihoon takes one more glance at the kid as he settles properly in front of the monitors before he snatches up his laptop and bolts.

He’s definitely not looking where he’s going. Not well enough anyway. As he bursts out of their building and down the street, he doesn’t see you right there at the turn into the alleyway, and he takes the corner at full speed.

He smashes straight into you.

As you both crash to the ground, Jihoon on top of you, several things cross his mind at once. First, his laptop just went skittering across the alley floor and whammed into the dumpster several feet away. Second, he’s rapidly running out of time. Maybe a three minutes forty seconds before he needs to have his laptop plugged in. Third, he’s currently on top of another person. Forth: oh my god, that person is really cute and really familiar: its the eye catching person he sees lost in thought while walking past the coffee shop window when he’s inside sometimes. Fifth: shit, this is getting majorly in the way of the mission.

You, on the other hand, are simply looking up wondering how on earth the cute boy you have a half-crush on - the one you see sitting inside the coffee shop with his laptop - has ended up pinning you to the ground, so close you can see the depths of color in his hair dye.

“Sorry,” you splutter helplessly.

Jihoon quickly pushes back off you, offers you his hand to help you up, and you accept, flustered but how you instantly miss the warmth of his body. His cheeks are pink, you notice.

“Sorry,” you say again. “Didn’t mean to, um, get in your way. You look like you were in a hurry.”

Jihoon’s eyes narrow. That’s a suspicious comment to make, if he’s ever heard one.

“Where were you, um, going?” you ask. A delay tactic?

Maybe he’s too stressed. Because, acting on an impulse, suddenly Jihoon yanks you closer by the hands that are still clasped, and, making you gasp in sheer shock, spins you, presses you close to his body, and puts a knife to your throat.

“Holy shit!” you say, freezing, your crush forgotten in favor of fear. “What- what the-”

“You work for them, don’t you?” Jihoon says. His voice, which you’ve heard before when he talks to his friends, and usually sounds a little tired and sarcastic but somehow charming and affectionate, is now suddenly cold. “How long have you been watching me?”

“I-I don’t- know what you’re talking about.” you sputter. It feels like a cliche movie line, if anything. It feels unreal.

Your head is spinning trying to believe this is happening. You hear Jihoon scoff in your ear. And then he flips you suddenly, surprisingly strong for his size, and spins you so he’s pinned you to the wall instead, so he can look into your eyes.

“As if.” he says. “I’ve noticed you before. There’s no way they didn’t plant you, considering the way you- I mean- it’s a ridiculous coincidence that in the middle of it all going wrong, someone as pretty as you would be-”

He pauses, watches the fear in your eyes.

“I really don’t-” you say again.

“What’s your name?” he demands.

You tell him. He regards you. It feels like a test of honestly. Like he’s trying to read lies on your face.

“And I suppose you’ll tell me you’ve never heard of the Pledis plot?” he asks.

You shake your head, genuinely stumped, trying to wrack your brains for what he caught be talking about.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and tears are beginning to fill your eyes, the situation sinking in. “I don’t-”

“Fuck.” Jihoon says. “You’re telling the fucking truth.”

Moving in the same precise way he has this whole time, he suddenly releases you, returns the knife to some invisible place so fast you miss the movement, and puts a hand to his ear, where you now see an earpiece tucked away. He flicks something loose: a microphone now extending to his mouth.

“S.Coups, everyone, do you copy?” he says. His voice sound a little wavering now. Less sharp. “Sorry. It won’t work out. No time left. You’ll have to initiate pull out plan. Vernon, give them a time estimate before things become urgent. Jun, get the window open. Everyone else, meet him on the second floor like planned. I’ll see you all later. No questions now.”

And then he tugs the ear piece out, tucks it into the pocket of the hoodie he’s wearing, and turns slowly and sheepishly back to you. His whole face is pink now, his ears nearly red, and he bites his lip, looking at your stunned, confused silence.

“I’m so sorry,” he says softly. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, looking up at you with adorable concern. “Please, just, let me explain?”

Because you don’t know what else to do, and partly because he’s still got that knife somewhere on him and it’s making you nervous, you follow him back to his house.

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