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Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) PART 1.

“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Finale) | Bonus: The Letter

A/N: Hi everyone ~ Work has been crazy --_--’ it’s been pretty tough so it’s been hard to find time to really sit down and write, but a little bit everyday goes a long way and here it is! :D I hope you all enjoy!

No one quite understood the hatred between you and Yoongi, but the tension was noticeable from the moment you two came face-to-face. Even walking off the platform, it was evident your mood had done a 180 from being ecstatically touched to quietly and dangerously fuming.

The rest of the graduation was a blur as you two were whisked away to a room to "get to know each other", and wait for your team to be completed.

As was custom, every special agent pair was assigned a team from the same graduating class. The teams usually consisted of the Inventor, the Brain, and the 3 Supporters. The Inventor usually handled the creation of new gadgets and technology that could aid in different adventures, such as water proof suits on underwater missions or adhesive gloves for scaling mountains and walls. The Brain of the group was the liaison between the Director and the team, attending SA meetings, briefing the squad on upcoming assignments, coordinating roles, and finding the best course of action to complete the mission. While it is up to the agents themselves during the mission on how to handle situations as they come, the Brain creates an overall plan and helps adjust it as factors and variable change. They are the outside eyes, constantly calculating, constantly deciphering, and constantly weighing losses and gains. The Supporters, usually comprised of 3 agents that had great potential to become SA's themselves but didn't make the cut, aided the SA's on the field, albeit as snipers, decoys, or fulfilling a secondary mission simultaneously.

"Didn't think you were the type to do this sort of thing." Yoongi commented as you took a seat as far as possible from him.

You kept your eyes glued to the monitor, mindlessly staring at the graduation unfold without really attending to what was happening. Your head was reeling, heart beating rapidly. You couldn't wrap your head around why or how Min Yoongi was across the room, his legs smugly crossed, staring at you intently.

"I could say the same for you." You replied bitterly.

"Don't like your partner?" he snorted.

"We both know this won't work out, Yoongi."

His dark orbs continued to bore into you, studying you meticulously, as if he couldn't really believe it was you in front of him.

"Well, I'm not too ecstatic either." he dryly answered.

"Of course you wouldn't be." You mumbled, trying to refrain from sounding so sour, so affected still by what he did to you, but you weren't doing a very good job. You thought you had moved past this, but it seemed like you had just bottled it up and stored it away instead of letting it dissolve.

Yoongi snorted, "Yeah, who knows if you'll stab my back during a mission or something?"

Your eyes snapped towards him, irritated, and before you could think about it, you retorted, "Oh? Like you did to me?"

Silence washed over both of you as your statement sunk in and reverberated throughout the room. Your gaze finally locked with his, and the air shifted. His hair was a soft brown instead of his sharp black, and he was thinner than he was in high school, but he was still very much Min Yoongi. Deep, wise, and discerning eyes, and his signature poker face. You wondered what he thought about you now; you had grown into your body better, and gained more confidence than you had had before. Your posture was now poised with your head held up high, your eyes no longer hiding behind thick-rimmed glasses to avoid eye contact with others.

Luckily, the doors to the waiting room opened, breaking the cold stare down. Both of you turned to see who was entering. Immediately, your eyes lit up as two familiar figures came into view. You practically bolted out of your chair and flew into their arms happily.

"Tae! Jimin!" You cheered.

The two giggled as they returned your embrace.

"We're part of your team!!" Tae beamed.

"You didn't think we would be leaving you alone, did you?" Jimin chuckled as he ruffled your hair.

Suddenly, your eyes flitted over to an unexpectedly familiar person, who was smiling at you warmly from behind Tae.

"Hobi?" Your eyes widened.

"Hi, Y/N." he grinned, as if grateful you had remembered him despite how many years it had been. "I'm glad to see you're doing well."

"You too." You smiled. You had always liked Hoseok's personality, bright yet comforting, understanding, observant, and welcoming.

He stretched out his arms invitingly and you slotted inside, letting him give you a tight hug.

"I'll be here to keep him in line." he whispered and gave you a little wink before letting go.

"How do you know each other?" Jimin questioned.

"We knew each other from high school." Hoseok was quick on his feet. "What're the odds right?"

"Oh! The one she went to before she transferred?" Tae beamed. "She never tells us stories from there, but I want to know what she was like!"

"Quiet." Yoongi stepped forward with a smirk. "She didn't really talk to anyone."

"So the same as when we met her." Jimin chuckled then outstretched his hand. "I'm Jimin, your Supporter."

"Yoongi."

They shook hands.

"Oh, right. I'm the Inventor." Tae giggled.

You smiled, "Definitely suits you. Though, I'm a little worried about the gadgets you'll be making..."

"What're you, Hobi?" Yoongi directed at his best friend.

"I'm a Supporter as well." Hoseok grinned.

"And the last two of our team?"

On cue, the door opened once again, and three people walked in. One man was dressed stiffly in a black suit with sunglasses, another was a very young-looking boy with a conversely muscular body, staring down timidly at the ground, while the last was tall, around their age, poised with glasses, and a button up with his sleeves rolled past his forearms.

"Sorry for the delay." the man in the suit spoke. "These two were handpicked by the Director from the Special & Gifted Program, so they weren't in attendance and had to be escorted here."

"Wow." You hummed.

The SGP was well-known for scouting the most talented and gifted individuals, and honing their potential and special skills. The greatest SA's, Brains, Supporters, and Inventors had been borne from the SGP, and as rumors had it, the most infamous enemies as well. These people were said to be above normal human standards, and that was why they needed to be trained in seclusion and in a different way than the rest of the Big Hit Agency sects.

"What's a kid doing here?" Yoongi scoffed. "Need a babysitter?"

"This is Jungkook. He's the youngest graduating SGP student we've ever had." the man introduced.

Jungkook bowed shyly.

"Welcome." You smiled and extended your hand, which he quietly shook.

"What're we going to do with this scrawny child?" Yoongi commented.

You glared at him. "The only scrawny person here is you, Min Yoongi."

Jimin and Tae glanced at each other, surprised at the hostility in your voice.

"Yoongi." Hoseok scolded.

"What? I mean we're all thinking it right? I don't see what's so special about this kid."

Jungkook silently walked towards the couches.

"Look, he's going to go sit and lay down." Yoongi chuckled.

Jungkook smirked and lifted up both couches with ease, like they were the weight of paper. Everyone, including Yoongi, was stunned speechless.

"JUNGKOOK! YOU'RE AWESOME!" Tae cheered. Jungkook beamed happily at the compliment as he placed the couches down gently.

You threw a smirk towards Yoongi, which caused him to grumble irritatedly.

"He's your third Supporter." the man grinned proudly. "As I said, these two were chosen by the Director, specifically for this team."

Everyone glanced at the taller man in anticipation of his powers. However, he chuckled and waved his hands, embarrassed.

"Oh no, I'm the Brain of the group. I don't have outward skills like Jungkook does."

"Although he does destroy things a lot." Jungkook commented.

"They were accidents." the tall man coughed and returned to his mature composure. "I'm Kim Namjoon, the Brain of the team. Pleased to be working with you all."

"And with the gathering of seven, you are now officially the newest SA team in the Agency." the man clapped lightly. "We look forward to the great things you all will accomplish together. The Director has high hopes for this team, and is most fond of it. Each of you has great potential and amazing skills that only a few have ever displayed and possessed all these years. May you fly higher than any team before you."

It was a rough beginning.

The first time you and Yoongi went through training together ended up in an all-out brawl that only ended when Jungkook pried you two off of each other.

You had come early to warm up and train before the rest of the team joined, but unfortunately, Yoongi had the same thought. And you two were face to face once again.

"Mornin'." he yawned.

You watched him stretch nonchalantly. Was he really not bothered?

"Had your fun?" he glanced at you.

"What do you mean?"

"I'd like to see what my partner's capable of." he shrugged. "So let's go at it."

"Why would I do that?" You raised an eyebrow.

"If you're not good enough, I want you out." he stated. "If you lose to me, then I don't need you on my team."

You peered at him. "And if you lose to me, I have no use for you either."

He scoffed. "Not possible. Didn't you hear that I was a genius?"

"Didn't you hear I aced all the tests with the highest grades?" You took your stance, raising your hands, ready.

"Come at me then, short stuff." Yoongi provoked, also spreading his legs and bouncing on his toes.

"With pleasure."

You smirked and threw out swift punches and kicks, which he evaded, unfazed. He hurriedly counter attacked, and you evaded, grabbing his arm to throw him over your shoulder. His confidence faltered briefly at the unexpected attack, but he repositioned his body and wrapped his legs around your waist to pull you down with your own momentum. You rolled out of the fall, both of you back in your fighting stances, catching your breath.

"Not bad." he huffed.

"You haven't seen anything yet."

With that, you two lunged at each other at full force, not holding back strength or skill. Each of you landed painful hits, bruising the other greatly, but neither of you gave in. The hand-to-hand combat ended up on the ground as you two struggled to maintain stamina and pin the other into an impenetrable position.

"What's going on here?!" Hoseok gasped as he and the others happened upon the scene.

You and Yoongi were in a battle of strength, trying to get each other into a headlock or an arm bar, but you two were evenly matched.

"You let go first." You gritted through your teeth.

"Never." Yoongi breathed.

Both of you were drenched in sweat, covered in black and blues, noses bleeding, hair disheveled, but unyielding.

"Jungkook." Namjoon gestured and the maknae walked over, pulling you two apart.

"What in the world?" Hoseok shook his head.

You two averted your eyes guiltily.

"I thought it wouldn't be a large issue, since I read you two were placed at the highest compatibility level any partnership has seen in the SA. But it seems I'm mistaken." Namjoon exhaled.

"We were what?" Yoongi questioned.

"Everyone filled out a questionnaire before graduating where you had to express your mentality and beliefs on various topics, right?" Namjoon explained. "You two had very similar answers on important matters, and complemented each other well in your differences."

You and Yoongi glanced at each other shortly before turning away, both of you grumbling.

"We were just assessing each other." Yoongi stated nonchalantly. "Isn't it necessary to know your partner's skills and abilities prior to working together?"

Namjoon studied Yoongi's face then turned to you. "Is this true, Y/N?"

"Yep." You nodded. "I don't think holding back or hiding anything from your partner is a good indicator of compatibility, don't you think?"

Namjoon nodded. "Well, I do think everything is good in moderation though. We don't want you two taking each other out or getting seriously injured before our first mission. There are other ways to assess each other's strengths without violence."

"Can I get put down first?" Yoongi huffed.

Namjoon nodded and Jungkook placed you two back on your feet.

"I think I have a better idea of how strong she is from this first-hand experience though." Yoongi swiped blood off his busted lip.

You snorted. "Looks like it."

Yoongi glared at you. "You should check yourself first, princess, before you make stupid remarks. You're not unscathed either."

"I've still got energy. Let's go for another round then." You rolled up your sleeves and Yoongi braced himself willingly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Tae jumped between you two lightly. "How about we just settle this with a fight simulation for today?"

"How about you two go to the infirmary? And everyone else will train until you two reflect and come back." Namjoon suggested sternly.

You opened your mouth to protest, but knowingly, Namjoon cut in once again.

"You can either walk on your two feet there or I can have Jungkook carry you two."

You sighed and spun on your heels. You still had your pride after all, and Yoongi followed you silently.

But it surely wasn't the end of your battle of wits. It was only the beginning. The fights only got more underhanded and subtle. A few weapons would be chucked across the room "accidentally", or a few punches or kicks would land during muscle control training. And every training module was a competition -- who would get the higher score, get the most positive feedback, who could defeat an opponent quicker? You two clashed consistently, and hardly spoke to one another.

Finally, Namjoon had had enough of this obvious hostility between you two. So after a few weeks, he placed you two in a combat room.

"Fight." he urged.

"What?" You and Yoongi looked at him like he had four heads.

"I don't know what your issue with each other is...but get it out now." he shook his head. "As I see it, we're losing a lot of steam because you two aren't truly collaborating. This time is supposed to be spent becoming a well-oiled team, not bickering amongst each other. You two are the critical parts of our team, the center. You can hate each other or annoy each other all you want outside, but on the field, you need to be partners. You need to be part of the team and that includes BOTH of you, not just one of you. So fight, fight until the clock runs out and then put whatever this is, away, got it? I won't give any more opportunities, so take it or leave it."

"I'll take it." You answered. "No restrictions or restraints, right?"

"5 minutes. No rules. Whoever's the first to give up or be placed in an inescapable circumstance, loses. That's that." Namjoon reasoned.

"I accept the challenge." Yoongi nodded.

"I'll give you a minute to arm yourselves." Namjoon walked towards the exit. "We'll be up in the observation box. The timer will be displayed there. Good luck."

"Thanks." The two of you stated dryly, already heading to where the weapons were stored.

The room transformed into an arena while you two were gearing up, and in no time, you and Yoongi were facing each other intensely, awaiting the start of the countdown.

"All I ask is that there be no broken or fractured limbs or bones, and no deaths." Namjoon's voice echoed around the room.

"No guarantees." Yoongi bellowed.

You rolled your eyes, and took your stance.

The countdown began and you two lunged across to room to close the distance. You spotted Yoongi reach for his holster, and you quickly changed course in time to dodge the knife he had thrown. Speedily, you threw your own before he could reach for another. He shifted as much as he could to get out of the line of fire, but you succeeded in slicing part of his shirt. But you couldn't celebrate for long because he was making his way towards you to engage in hand-to-hand combat once again. You pulled out your blades from your boots and he pulled it from his belt to block your attacks. Your faces were in close proximity as you both pushed against the other's arm, hoping one's strength would give way and allow a strike to pull through.

"Didn't think you were this athletic." he huffed. You could feel his breath on your skin.

"There's a lot you don't know about me..." You snorted as you kneed him, disarmed his weapons from his grasp, and placed the sharp blade against his throat as he winced at the impact, clutching his stomach. "...like, I don't need 5 minutes to defeat you."

Yoongi smirked as he hurriedly shifted his head away from your weapon and shoved an uppercut into your gut. You groaned and hurriedly, you were shoved down to the ground. He pinned your hands to the side and placed his face dangerously close to yours.

"And I'll have you know, I don't go easy on anyone. I don't care if you're a woman or not."

You two stared at each other for awhile, studying each other closely; both of you unmoving. But you came to your senses in no time.

"I'm flattered you think of me as a woman." You chuckled as you wrapped an arm around his elbow, making him lose his balance on top of you, and you managed to flip him over so that you were now on above.

Working quickly, you grabbed his arm to pull him into a lock, but he pulled your hair back to prevent you from doing so. Then he spun around, positioning you into an arm bar. Instinctively, you used your free arm to hold onto the captured one to resist the lock and break free. You two rolled away from each other, and you circled around, back on your feet, trying to assess who would make the first move again.

"I think it's time to get to business." Yoongi pulled out his gun. "Don't you think so?"

"As you wish." You twirled your gun around your hand confidently. You never missed your mark.

Yoongi pulled the trigger towards the ceiling and powder erupted throughout the stadium. Since it was training, no bullets were provided, and all of the guns were filled with colored powder ammunition, similar to a paint ball. You realized he decreased visibility strategically, and you heightened your other senses to pinpoint his location. Feeling the vibrations of his footsteps on the ground, you ducked, grabbing something off the floor as you did a sweep, knocking him down. You fired a few shots towards the silhouette of his body, but you had little time to celebrate, because you felt a gun pressed against your back.

"Got you." you heard Yoongi whisper against the shell of your ear, and you stilled.

"You think so?" Your lips curled up as you pushed your other hand back slightly, letting him feel the tip of the fallen blade you had picked up before. You had suspected his strategy and cornered him as well. As it stood, you had a blade against his stomach while he had a gun against your back. The results were vague.

"Heh." he chuckled. "Interesting."

The smoke cleared, revealing your position to the others. The silhouette, you finally saw, was caused by a doppelganger device, created by Taehyung.

"Cause I had similar precautions." Yoongi pulled his free arm around to lay a knife in front of your throat. "I think I win."

Suddenly, a loud shot reverberated throughout the room. Yoongi's eyes widened as he felt the impact behind him, and he fell to his knees. The body in front of him cracked a little, and he spun his head around, surprised.

There you were behind him with a headset, poised with your gun.

"You may have gotten the doppelganger device." You grinned as you walked forward. "But I got the clone device."

"Just cause you shot me, doesn't mean you win." Yoongi frowned.

"I would've if these were real bullets." You shrugged. "You and I both know it."

"Come here and finish me off then." Yoongi challenged.

"You asked for it." You clicked your gun as you marched towards him, but your ankle snagged a rope as you stepped forward.

You gasped, realizing that it was a trap. You fell to the ground hurriedly, the activated trap throwing knives from behind you, which grazed your skin as you took cover. Yoongi grabbed your clone and used it as a shield since he was also in the line of fire. The wound on his back from your shot was painful and he winced at the movement. As he chucked your clone to the side, no longer being activated through your headset, it fell to the ground mindlessly. He aimed his gun forward immediately, mirroring you. It was another standstill.

The timer blared, signaling that five minutes had finished with no winner once again. But a pact was a pact. You and Yoongi threw your weapons and gear aside, disengaging.

"I guess I'll keep you around." he chuckled.

You eyed him, irritated, as he walked away.

"Y/N!" Tae and Jimin hurried to you, tending to your cuts and bruises right away.

"That was an impressive display." Namjoon clapped. "And I had your word so..."

"Yeah, yeah." Yoongi waved his hand. "We'll be more serious about teamwork."

You nodded in agreement.

"I'm going to shower." Yoongi shook his head. "I have powder everywhere. Ugh."

Hoseok smiled gently and bowed to everyone as he exited with Yoongi.

"Hurts, huh?" he snorted.

"Like hell." Yoongi groaned as he hunched over.

"She got you good, man." Hoseok laughed.

"Shut up." his friend grumbled.

And of course after that day, you and Yoongi kept your word and put your personal feelings aside to perform cohesively during training and during a few simple missions, like cornering elusive serial robbers and gathering intel through undercover operations, posing as various people.

"I can't believe we have to pretend to be married." You exhaled.

"Well, I'm not thrilled about this either." Yoongi grabbed your suitcase. "But we need to get into this married couples' only event to get close to a possible suspect."

"Here." You shoved the fake wedding band onto Yoongi's finger, and placed your own. "Let's get what we need and out of here."

"Ready?" Yoongi extended his hand out to you, and you slipped yours into his.

On another mission, you had to pose as a rich client wandering a casino. You wore a tight red dress and high heels, strutting around, earning looks, hoping to gain the attention of a specific man who had stolen a diamond in hopes to sell it. You passed by Jimin, Yoongi, and Tae with their mouths open and eyes wide, positioned at a card table run by Hoseok.

"Focus boys." You whispered into your ear piece.

"Damn, warn us before you pull your charms out." Jimin playfully complimented as he pressed his own earpiece.

Your lips curled up happily.

"Hyung." Tae giggled and pushed up Yoongi's mouth.

"I was just having a hard time breathing through my nose. Please." he rolled his eyes and spun back to grab his cards off the table.

"Sir." Hoseok knocked on the table, amused. "You can't look at your cards."

Yoongi blushed and hurriedly put them back down.

Luckily, it didn't take you long to find the man you were targeting. You positioned yourself beside him confidently, and your presence drew his focus away from the game. On cue, you pulled your hair up into a ponytail.

"She's found him. Begin operation." Namjoon spoke into everyone's ear as he watched from the second floor.

Yoongi exhaled and made his way to you, grazing his arm against your back. You squealed and spun around.

"How dare you?" You bellowed, capturing the attention of everyone around you two.

"What're you talking about?" Yoongi frowned. "I didn't do anything."

"You groped me!" You started tearing up. "How could you touch a woman like that?"

"How could you do that with a beautiful woman?!" Jimin marched into the scene. "Apologize!"

"It wasn't my hand's fault her ass was right there." Yoongi chuckled.

Suddenly, Jimin hooked his fist across Yoongi's jaw, knocking him over, and they began to fight, shoving people into each other. Tae turned to the random stranger next to him and gave him a good slap in the back of the head. When the man turned around, Tae was gone. The man lunged at the stranger that was one seat over aggressively. Fighting broke out infectiously. You pretended to have been shoved over into the suspect's arms.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You blushed as you took the opportunity to slip your hand into his pocket.

"It's alright." he smiled warmly.

"I'm a little nervous. There's so much fighting...I hope I didn't..." You pouted, as if you were trying to hold back tears.

"It's definitely not your fault. If you stay with me, no one will bother you." he embraced you. "I'll guarantee it."

"Thank you." You pulled back to grab his hands. The suspect grinned foolishly. "For making this incredibly easy."

He raised an eyebrow, but before he knew it, you had handcuffed his hands together.

"What the--?"

"Your body is going to be paralyzed for a little while." You mentioned as you gestured to the small syringe you had inserted while he embraced you. His eyes widened but his body slackened. Then you showed the small diamond you had acquired from his pocket. "And I'll be taking this."

The guy made a slight attempt to move, but it was futile. His body stiffened almost immediately.

"Target captured. Move out." You reported.

Jungkook appeared through the crowd and lifted the man up easily over his shoulder. Everyone was too preoccupied to witness the clean escape.

"How about that? You performed such a convincing asshole." You smirked as Yoongi entered the van shortly after you and Jungkook.

He made a face at you, not amused by your comment.

But just because you two decided to work together as partners, didn't mean the fights and bickering stopped outside of training and missions. In fact, it became a routine, pranking and pissing each other off, so much so that it trickled into each other's personal life.

Despite the nature of your careers, everyone still continued to be normal citizens of society, attempting to date and spending time with friends. But the downside to dating after becoming an agent, was Min Yoongi.

There you were sitting and waiting for your blind date, dressed up with make up on, when you spotted Tae and Yoongi sitting in a nearby booth. You glared angrily at their direction. Yoongi smirked and gave you a little, taunting wave. Unfortunately, Tae had come along to test one of his new creations which could control another person's movements when the device was placed behind their neck. And unbeknownst to you, they had placed it on you before your date arrived. So to say that the blind date was a disaster was an understatement. They made you do the most ridiculous and embarrassing things in front of the attractive man. You went home and plotted Yoongi's assassination and refused to talk to Tae for a week, until he came crying and begging for your forgiveness desperately. You couldn't resist his puppy face, and he knew it.

And naturally, you wouldn't sit still on this injustice.

When you got wind that Yoongi had his own blind date, you brought Jimin with you to their meeting place. Jimin refused to partake in the war, but agreed to accompany you so you didn't get too carried away. You didn't mind, and skipped to the line in a timely fashion. Yoongi's face when you appeared in front of him at the cash register was priceless. You gave him a wink and a smirk, when his date wasn't looking. When she was off her phone, you spun around and gasped.

"Yoongi!" You greeted.

"You know her?" the girl smiled warmly.

"Oh I'm his girlfriend. Are you his work friend that he told me you were meeting with?" You blinked.

The girl looked appalled. "Oh my gosh."

"No, no, no...she's lying." Yoongi tried to explain.

"Wh...what?" You covered your mouth, glancing between the two. "Are you...are you cheating on me??"

"I can't believe...I'm so sorry. He told me he was single and we've been talking."

"That's what you've been doing on your phone?" You squeaked out. "I thought you were working but you were...you were..."

"You're the worst!" The girl slapped Yoongi.

"Here." the cash register handed you a cup of water after overhearing the situation. "He deserves it."

"How could you! After 6 years!"

"Y/N, don't you dare." Yoongi stepped back a little, defensively.

You grabbed the cup and splashed it into his face with no hesitation.

"6 years??! Get her another cup!" The girl urged.

"N-no, I think one is enough." Yoongi huffed as he tried to dry his face.

"This one is for me." His date slapped him with water this time, and walked away. "I can't believe you. Disgusting."

Yoongi exhaled, angrily, as everyone around the cafe began whispering and pointing at him.

He glared at you while you simply smirked and shrugged innocently.

But all jokes had to be put aside as your team received its first dangerous and serious mission.

"Guys, we finally got our first big mission." Namjoon sat down as everyone settled around him for a briefing.

"Finally." Tae clapped. "We can put my gadgets to good use."

"What's the mission?" You beamed excitedly.

"We got word that an infamous boss of a gang that specializes in trafficking women is going to be scouting."

"How exactly do we get word of these missions anyway?" Jimin blinked.

Namjoon chuckled. "Let's just say there are some people who remain undercover permanently. Anyway, our mission is to exploit him, bring forth evidence to warrant his arrest, and capture him. I've already figured out several plans that I wanted to run by you guys."

"As expected of our Brain." You complimented.

"This plan is totally going to fail." Yoongi snorted. "She can't seduce a fly."

"Why would she need to seduce a fly?" Tae questioned. "That'd be weird."

Yoongi shook his head. "It's an expression."

"A dumb one." Tae muttered.

"Holy moly..." Jimin breathed.

The other two turned around and gasped.

Thanks to Hoseok's sister's fashion and make up expertise (under the premise that you wanted to turn a crush's head around at the club), you were dressed in a skin tight, black dress with knee high stilettos. Your boobs were squished and pushed up higher than they've ever been before and your eyes felt heavy with the fake lashes.

When you first heard that the success of this mission relied on your seductive prowess, you were speechless. But you didn't want to make it seem like you couldn't do it, and it would have been incredibly embarrassing to admit that you had never really, actively seduced a man before. So here you were, in the middle of the operation, incredibly nervous. You had done your research prior, watching risqué movies and other sources to figure out a plan of seduction, and you prayed that it would be enough.

You took in a deep breath and caught sight of Jimin, Tae, and Yoongi gawking at you from afar, shocked with your appearance. It was the confidence boost you needed. If they reacted like that to your make-over, then it was possible. You tossed your hair over your shoulders playfully and walked over to the bar to grab a drink to soothe your nerves.

"Whoa there, don't drink on the job." Yoongi's voice flooded your earpiece.

"One drink may make you tipsy, but it's like water to me." You downed it to prove your point after you spotted the boss, surrounded by other attractive females. "Going in."

"Be careful, Y/N." Jimin frowned.

"Maybe another shot." You grabbed someone else's glass and shot it back before forcing yourself away from the bar towards the largely built boss. Without losing a step, you found yourself straddling him, holding onto his hand to tilt his drink against your lips for a sip.

You listened intently at what the other men were whispering to him before speaking.

"Is this seat taken?" You smirked as you remained on his lap, well aware that your short dress was riding up.

"Holy shit." Yoongi and Tae cursed as they watched your bold move.

The boss looked you up and down, and held onto your waist, clearly pleased that someone with potential landed literally on his lap.

"I was waiting for you, babe."

You smacked your lips to emphasize the lipstick stain you had left on his glass. He drank from that exact spot, his eyes not leaving yours. His free hand caressed your leg. You leaned forward and whispered into his ear, making sure to press your chest against his body.

"What brings such a handsome catch like you to this town?"

"Looking for a beautiful girl like you." He drew circles around your thigh.

You giggled and slapped his chest flirtatiously, reminding yourself to keep your breasts close to eye level.

"Should I be scared she's doing well?" Yoongi covered his eyes. "This is freaking me out."

"It's hott!" Jimin whistled. "But I didn't doubt her. She's always thorough with her roles."

"A little too thorough." Yoongi shivered.

"Getting a nosebleed, hyung?" Tae teased.

"Let's focus guys. We need to make sure we disengage if things get tricky. We don't want Y/N to get captured." Namjoon stated.

"I want you to come over." the boss whispered. "Let's get out of here."

"Mm...unfortunately, I'm here with some friends." You hummed then pouted. "Can't we have more fun here?"

"Well, how about later tonight? You can ditch your friends and come join me in my hotel room." he slipped a piece of paper between your cleavage. "I'll give you a night you'll never forget."

"Promise?"

His hands lined the curves of your body sensually, making the hairs stand on edge.

"Oh yes. I'll give you exactly what you want."

"Y/N. Disengage. Cops are coming to bust the scene. We don't want to blow our cover." Namjoon spoke.

You smiled, following Namjoon's instruction, and slipped off of his lap. "I look forward to it."

"What's your name?" he questioned.

"I'll have you screaming it later, don't worry." You whispered.

"Feisty. I like that." he slapped your ass as you walked away.

You fought hard not to gag and run to wash off his lingering touch on your body.

"Let's go." Yoongi grabbed your hand and you all scurried through the back exit.

"But the girls..." You turned back worriedly, only to be pulled forward.

"We'll save them, but our main goal right now is to take the boss out of the equation." Yoongi reasoned. "It'll stop a lot more people from being trafficked."

You frowned at the reality of the situation and let yourself be dragged back to the inn you all were staying at for the night.

The seven of you gathered in the living room, and you shared with them the piece of paper with the boss's room number as well as the information you overheard about storing the girls somewhere in the hotel before setting off at sunrise.

"We have to go." You urged, shoving the paper forward. "If they make their escape at sunrise, we might lose track of them for another extended period of time."

"Y/N, this is clearly a trap set for you." Namjoon exhaled. "We won't engage in it tonight. I'll send the HQ the situation and see if they could send us some more backup. If the boss isn't alone as you've seen, then this isn't something we can handle on our own."

"How do you know?" You questioned.

"What?"

"We have the element of surprise on our side! And if I go in there to get captured--"

"Y/N. We don't know the situation once you get inside that hotel room." Namjoon sternly reported. "Judging from his and his members' sizes alone, even Jungkook will have a difficult time taking them on."

Jungkook nodded in agreement.

"But we're counting ourselves out before we even try." You frowned. "How do we know we can't take them on? What good has our training been, if not for beating unlikely odds?"

"It's for saving people, Y/N. We also have to use our heads. We can't just barrel into the lair of a lion's den on our own." Namjoon explained. "I know you're concerned about the girls, but if you're captured too or if we get taken out, then the SA will really have no leads and no information about this man. We just have to monitor and make sure we know where he is. You did plant the chip on his body, right?"

"Yes, of course." You whispered, recalling how you leaned to whisper while attaching the microchip tracker behind his ear.

"Then we've already got a good lead." Namjoon clapped. "Even if he goes somewhere at sunrise, once back up comes, then we'll engage again. We still have the element of surprise."

You looked down, not agreeing with Namjoon's decision.

"Let's all get some sleep. We'll wake up before sunrise to assess the situation." Namjoon knocked on the table and everyone disappeared into their own rooms.

Only you and Yoongi were left in the living area. You watched as everyone silently shut their doors, ready to turn in, while you were fired up with determination and concern.

"Y/N." Yoongi called.

You glanced over at him.

"Please go to sleep." he pleaded sincerely, surprising you with his genuine tone. "Don't do anything rash. I understand how you feel. We're all worried."

You stood up abruptly, slamming your hand onto the table. "None of you understands how it feels to be degraded and sold out. To be tricked into thinking you're valuable as person, only to realize you're an object of use."

Yoongi stared at you worriedly. "Y/N, what--"

"Good night." You brushed past him and into your room, wiping a few stray tears that had surfaced, recalling the dark days of the past.

But you had made your decision: you were going to go undercover alone and capture the boss before sunrise.

You geared up and did research on the layout of the hotel, while waiting for the night to be at its stillest. You put one infrared contact, courtesy of Tae, into one of your eyes in order to spot where the girls were being locked up with ease. You threw off your clothes and slipped into a robe, arming yourself the best you could with temptation. Hiding your gun and weapons in unseen parts of your body, you ensured your defense. You scribbled quickly on a piece of paper and left it on your desk before lifting up your window. With one last glance at your untouched room, you leaped out of the building, shooting your grappling hook to the next building, as leverage for a safe landing. Once your feet touched the ground, you bolted to the hotel where the boss was going to be.

Yoongi gasped as he shot up from his bed. He had had an ominous nightmare and the pit of his stomach churned with the lingering dread.

"Y/N." he whispered, and tiptoed his way across the suite to your room. Cautiously, he turned your knob and peeked in, only to find your room still in pristine condition and you, not in it. He gasped and burst through the door, checking your closet and bathroom just in case you were in there instead. But you weren't. He spotted the open window and spotted the familiar mark of a grappling hook on the other side, confirming what he hoped hadn't happened.

You had continued the dangerous mission alone.

In panic, he sprinted to wake the others.

"We have a situation!" he bellowed. "Y/N is gone!"

The others scrambled out in haste at the announcement, hoping it was just a prank.

"She what?!" Namjoon yelled in disbelief.

Yoongi held up the piece of paper with your handwriting, which read a simple yet impactful word: "Sorry."

You knocked nervously on the hotel room door. Your infrared contacts allowed you to spot that the boss himself was inside, close to the door with another slender figure, but you needed to get inside to see more. The female figure disappeared and the man made his way to the door. You gulped and clutched at your thin satin robe, gathering up your courage. He swung the door open and his lips curled up.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming." he greeted.

You let go of your robe so it opened, revealing your black, lace lingerie. You leaned against the door flirtatiously as his eyes took you in. "I wasn't going to take you up on your offer, but I couldn't turn down the promise of fun and pleasure."

He wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you inside his hotel room.

You were in.

Your eyes glanced around, spotting 3 figures inside the closet, and a few more inside the bathroom. But your attention was turned away by him caressing your face.

"I don't usually have fun during work, but you're quite the temptation." he whispered.

"Since you're at work," your fingers crawled up his arm. "does that mean I have to be a good, quiet girl?"

He bit his lip as he pulled you flush against his body. "Oh no, I want you to be as loud as you can for me, my dear."

"Well it won't be too fun if we go straight to it. Don't you want to see how my body moves?" You fluttered your eyes, sparing a glance towards the closet.

The women's legs weren't bound.

He eased up his hold and let you slip out. "Entertain me then, kitten."

You shivered at the pet name coming from this vile man's lips, but you began your sensual strip tease, inching closer to the closet. His eyes raking down your body with such focus as you caressed yourself with one hand, allowing the other to grab the handle of the closet inconspicuously. You pulled off your robe, chucking it towards his face to temporarily blind him. As soon as the fabric covered his vision, you ripped the doors open.

"Run." You commanded.

The women didn't spare a second thought as they scrambled out of the closet.

"How DARE you?" the man fumed, your robe already discarded to the ground.

"Go!" You stood firmly, as the women cowered behind you, unsure on whether to run towards the door or not.

"But --"

"Trust me. I won't let him hurt you." You whispered.

The women nodded, feeling your honesty, and sprinted.

"Oh no you don't." The man growled, lunging to grab hold of the women, but you slid in front of him, slicing at his arm to allow them to make their escape. He winced and glared at you. You swallowed thickly. Your blades had only been a paper cut to him.

"I'm going to have my way with you, and then KILL you." he hissed.

His large hands grabbed your head without warning and he threw you across the room with sheer power you had never experienced. You coughed and groaned at the impact, your lungs being crushed.

"Who do you think you are?" he picked you up like a rag doll and threw you onto the bed.

"Your undoing." You wheezed, trying to sound confident, but you knew that the others had been right. This man was over your head. Maybe not in terms of skill, but there was such a significant difference in physical strength. The two of you were David and Goliath, except you didn't have a slingshot.

You grinned at the realization. You had something better. You pulled out Tae's stick-on taser from inside your underwear hurriedly. He lunged to straddle you and you licked the sticker then pressed it onto the side of his neck, emitting a large volt of electricity. You scrambled off the bed and made a run for the bathroom while he was being zapped.

"GO!" You bellowed frantically to the women, who were silently crying. "I'll hold him off, just please run!"

The women stood up and dashed towards the exit while the boss roared and pried the taser sticker off with his bare hands. His eyes caught the last of his women slipping out the door, and he grabbed the chair closest to him.

"Now, I'm really going to break you. Mind, body, and spirit." he hissed as he chucked the chair at your direction.

You ducked and evaded, but he was there to crush his hands around your waist when you did so. This time with all of his force, he slammed you into the bed. You felt your ribs bend at the force. Your throat constricted and you gasped for air. Before you could move, he pinned your hands down over head and locked his legs around yours. You were immobilized. You attempted to leverage his weight as your training had taught you, but your injuries prevented you from moving without feeling sharp pain in your torso. So you settled on struggling and flailing, waiting for an opening.

He let go of one of your arms to caress your cheek and attempted to kiss you. With your newly freed hand, you hurriedly ripped your blade from your boot and cut across his stomach. He winced and bellowed at the attack, but it didn't deter him. He punched you across your jaw, busting your lip, pried the blade out of your weak grip, and squeezed your face, tilting it up towards him.

"I'm going to make sure the last thing you feel is helplessness." he breathed, his lips dangerously close to yours. You tried to turn your head away, but his grip was steadfast. Your last attempt at defense was to bite your lip so he didn't make direct contact. His other hand was tracing your bare skin. You shut your eyes, letting a tear of frustration trickle down. You had been too overconfident, too just, and too blinded by your desire to be the hero. At least, you had let the women escape, at the cost of your own life. You made one last effort to pull your knee up to weaken him, but he shifted to prevent you from doing so.

"Don't struggle too much. It makes me want to dominate you more." he grinned.

"I'm going to kill you." You hissed.

"Yeah?" he laughed. "Still saying that when you're so vulnerable? So open for me?"

He pressed his lips against your neck and you whimpered, feeling disgusted and ashamed.

"Yoo..." You sobbed.

"Hm?" "Yoongi." You cried, wishing you had listened, wishing you had at least told him your plan, wishing he would come help you.

"Shut up! Shut up!" He slapped you around angrily.

Suddenly, the door sprung open and shots were heard immediately. You gasped as the large body over you, keeled off the bed, freeing you from his weight. Weakly, you turned your head to find Yoongi and the rest of your team at the door, and behind them you spotted the unconscious bodies of the boss's henchmen. You let yourself smile slightly at their accomplishment; you knew they were capable of taking them out.

"The women..." You commented, coming to your senses.

"We have them. They're being taken care of." Hoseok mentioned.

Yoongi stared at you from the door, and you averted your eyes.

"We'll take care of the boss's body." Jimin placed a hand over Yoongi's shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung sat at the edge of the bed and pulled the blankets around your shoulders to cover you.

"More or less." You smiled weakly.

Tae fixed your hair up and frowned. "I'm mad at you, Y/N. How could you go like that?"

"I'm sorry." You exhaled.

Tae smiled sadly. "Please don't do that again, okay? We were all terrified."

You nodded.

Jungkook put a hand on top of your head warmly, before helping the others drag the body of the boss out of the room.

As soon as everyone left, you pulled the blankets around your lingerie-clad body shyly. It was just you and Yoongi in the room now. Oddly enough, he still hadn't said a word this entire time, and his stillness scared you.

"Good work." You laughed nervously and scratched your head as you forced yourself off of the bed. The truth was that your body ached and your legs were trembling, but you didn't want him to see you like that. "We should get going...it's starting to get a bit chilly."

"Why?" he mumbled.

"Hm?"

"Why did you go after him alone?! Are you stupid?" his voice rising.

You quickly became irritated. "Me? Stupid? I led him here! I helped capture him!"

"Yeah, but what would've happened if we didn't come in when we did? What if he..." he trailed off and slammed the wall angrily, causing you to flinch.

Why was he so worked up? Was he mad you got ahead of him? Was he irritated you made him look like a bad partner?

"Yoongi...why..."

"Goddammit Y/N." he ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. "I know I say and do a lot of shit to you, but I don't ever want you to get hurt or die."

You blinked, stunned at his candidness.

"We're partners." he glanced up at you intently. "We're supposed to have each other's backs. We're supposed complete missions together, save each other, and defeat the bad people!"

You averted your eyes. You knew that your foolishness, your pride, and your competitive spirit could have been your undoing. It was shameful and embarrassing.

"I need you to trust me."

"I-I can't..." You mumbled.

"What?" Yoongi was taken aback.

"You know why." You murmured.

Yoongi stared at you for a few seconds then brandished his knife out of his jacket. "Then kill me."

Your eyes shot up towards him, flabbergasted. "Wh-what??"

"Kill me." he looked at you, no trace of humor or jest in his face or tone of voice.

You stepped backwards. Yoongi had surely lost his mind. "Why would I do that?"

"Because if you don't trust me, that's what's going to happen anyway. So save us both the trouble and the anxiety and just kill me now." He extended the knife handle towards you. "I'd rather be stabbed from the front than behind."

You smiled wryly. "Me too, Yoongi. Me too."

He frowned at your implication, and if he had a response, it dissipated when you picked up the knife from his grasp. You watched him gulp and brace himself.

"I don't trust you." You stated as you traced the blade.

Yoongi shut his eyes as you moved closer to him.

"But... I trust that you don't want me to die." You finished as you placed his knife back into his holster.

He exhaled in relief, and you took two steps back away from him.

"Trust is earned, Yoongi, not just given. Even if we knew each other in the past, it doesn't mean we know each other in the present."

He smiled and took off his jacket. You blinked as he closed the distance and pulled his sweater over your body to cover you.

"Then I'll just have to earn it don't I... partner?" he smirked.

You snorted. "Good luck."

He studied your face, the corners of his lips curling downwards and his brows furrowing. Boldly, he swiped his thumb across your lip, which was swollen and bruised from the abuse you had experienced. You shivered and cast your eyes down.

"It still pisses me off that there are men that would do this to women."

"Yeah. Even if nothing happened...I still..." You clutched your chest. "It was so close. His face so close to mine, his lips...the memory is haunting."You hugged yourself. "I wonder how long it'll take for me to get over feeling like he's still on me."

"Probably a few seconds."

"Why a few--?"

Your words were cut off by his lips pressing against yours. Your eyes widened in shock as the realization hit that Yoongi was...Yoongi was...You shoved him away hurriedly.

"Did you just kiss me?!" You scurried from him and covered your mouth. Your face infinitely warmer than before.

He grinned smugly. "Mmm...think of it as a diversion? A distraction?"

"You're as bad as that guy!!" You bellowed.

"You clearly weren't as repulsed or unwillingly." he smirked tauntingly.

"I need to go eat soap and exorcise my mouth!" You growled, sprinting past him and out of the room. "Screw you, Min Yoongi!"

Yoongi chuckled to himself as he glanced around the room, rummaging through his pocket. "Now, one last thing..."

You froze as you heard an explosion come from the very room you had just run from. Hurriedly, you jogged back wondering what on Earth had happened, only to smack right into Yoongi's chest. Instinctively, you flew back and assumed your fighting stance. He glanced at you amused, spinning a lighter in his hand.

"What happened?" You questioned.

"No idea what you're referring to." he shrugged.

"How about the fact that this hallway is now in flames, and you're holding a lighter?" You pointed out dryly.

"A mere coincidence."

"What did you do?"

"I didn't burn down the room of evil if that's what you're assuming." he yawned. "Now let's go press the fire alarm, and jump out the window."

"I don't have any of my gear. We can't just--"

"Too late." Yoongi pulled the fire alarm nonchalantly, and the sprinklers immediately activated, showering you both with water.

"I hate you."

"I'm aware." Yoongi grinned as he ran towards you and scooped you up easily. "Hold me tight."

You exhaled and wrapped your arms around his neck. In his own peculiar way, Yoongi erased your memories from what had just happened to you, and for that, you were grateful.

"One point for you." You mumbled as you buried your head into his shoulder, bracing yourself for his impact with the window.

"Just 99 more buildings to burn." he replied. "And I think this is a good time to say, I don't have a parachute either." He chuckled as he leapt out of the building, holding you securely in his arms.

"WHATTTTT?!" You yelled as you two began your descent, thanks to gravity's pull.

In no time though, you two fell onto a soft, bouncy surface. When you lifted your head from Yoongi's body, you looked up to find two helicopters with a large net tied between them. Piloting them, were Jimin and Hoseok. You beamed widely and sighed in relief.

Yoongi yawned and sprawled out, relaxingly. "Better than a parachute, don't you think?"

You looked at him exasperated. "You are crazy."

He glanced at you with a lopsided smile, "Says the girl who tried to seduce and capture a notorious underground delinquent three times her size?"

You chuckled and settled beside him, "Fair enough...partner."

You glimpsed Yoongi grinning widely at the subtle implication of your acceptance, and you let your body relax, knowing that you would wake up with many injuries, in pain. But for now, the adrenaline was covering up the consequences of your battle and you reveled in it.

You realized that it no longer mattered, what happened between you and Yoongi in high school. You weren't the person you were back then, and Yoongi wasn't either. The present now was ultimately different than school. It may not have worked out romantically between you and Yoongi, but maybe there was hope with building a friendship or at least a harmonious partnership. And his genuine words about not wanting you to die or getting hurt seemed to be the closure you needed to move on from the past.

He cared about you now, and that was enough.

And sure enough, it took you a few weeks to recuperate back to full health. But you came back revered as a legend for single-handedly seducing and capturing an elusive trafficking lord. Regardless of your attempts to deny the story happened as such, everyone attributed it to your modesty, and your team didn't help in quelling down the rumors.

"Excuse me! The girl who owned a trafficking lord coming through!" Tae announced playfully as you three made your way through the HQ hallways.

You covered your face, embarrassed. "Tae! Stop!"

Jimin giggled, "It's cause you react cutely like that that everyone continues to tease you about it."

You exhaled. "I'm more surprised Yoongi isn't going around telling everyone he saved me instead."

Jimin smiled warmly, "He's not a bad guy, Y/N. When he found you disappeared to continue the mission on your own, he --"

"Oh good, you three are here." Namjoon appeared out of the blue. "Hurry in. We need to get the debriefing done quickly so we can start preparations."

It was your team's second dangerous top-security assignment, and from what Namjoon had mentioned in his message, it was branded as one of the highest level missions out there. Normally, they didn't give it to the newer teams, but all of the other seasoned teams were preoccupied with their latest ventures, and it was a time-sensitive, highly important case. So, it was entrusted to you guys.

"Your next mission is to investigate the recent serial killings in a prestigious high school." Namjoon stated.

"High school?" You strained. It brought back a flood of negative memories stemming from the person sitting beside you.

"Yes, you're both going to be posing as new female transfer students."

It was Yoongi's turn to choke on his water. "Sorry, I might've misheard. We're both going to be female transfer students??"

"Yes." Namjoon chuckled and slid over all of the necessary documents, and a run-down of your new assignment. "Special Agent Yoongi, as of now, you are officially female high school junior, Min Yoonji."

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PART 2

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