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It took Jungkook less than a week for him to realize that Jimin fit in perfectly at headquarters.
He was amazed, to say the least, but also pleasantly surprised at how willing and eager Jimin was to be back. Two days after the tour, Jimin returned with a small bag, explaining that he would stay for the weekend to feel it out and then, if he felt comfortable enough, would slowly start to move the rest of his things in. Namjoon and Fury had agreed without question, and by Monday the following week, Jimin had moved in half of his wardrobe and apparently quit his job at the cafe.
The entire weekend Jungkook hardly saw Jimin at all though, mainly because Jimin spent the days following Hoseok around the lab, learning the ins and outs of the work they were doing on a deeper and more scientific level, catching himself up to speed. And Jungkook knew that none of it was easy work, but the amount of times Hoseok had praised Jimin when they ran into each other was extremely telling.
“He-he’s like, some kind of wizard,” Hoseok had said, half in a daze when he stopped by Yoongi’s office Monday morning with a bag of chips in his hand, and both Yoongi and Jungkook had been equally amused. “You guys can laugh at me all you want, but just-just wait until you work with him.”
Working with Jimin, however, came quicker than Jungkook had expected.
When Jungkook went for his scheduled practice with Namjoon on Monday evening in his black long sleeve and matching sweatpants, he was surprised to see that Jimin was there as well, already talking with Namjoon, wearing a white under armour shirt and black sweats, his pink hair combed behind his ears.
“Hey, Jungkook,” Namjoon greeted, smiling as Jimin waved. Namjoon was wearing a black fitted muscle shirt and loose gym shorts, an outfit so different from the usual button up he wore everyday that Jungkook still had trouble getting used to it every time they practiced together. Along with being second in command at SHIELD, Namjoon was also expertly trained in hand-to-hand combat and an incredible marksman, which was why he had been Jungkook’s personal trainer since his first day at headquarters. “I asked Agent Park to join us for today so you can begin your practices with him. I want to get him used to a few basic drills we do if that’s alright.”
“Yeah. Yeah, for sure.” Jungkook laid his bag down by the door and kicked off his shoes before he joined the two of them in the center of the rectangular room, noticing how eager Jimin seemed.
“I already explained to Agent Park what we’ll be doing today - basic warm-ups and moves. Nothing too fancy or too intense. He has plenty of martial arts training, but I just want him to get back into it before you do anything else, just to see where he’s at.”
“I told him I was prepared to fight you immediately,” Jimin deadpanned as Namjoon stifled a laugh like he had clearly heard it before. “But then he laughed at me and said that I should wait until we get used to each other.”
“That’s the second time you’ve threatened to fight me, you know.” Jungkook mused and Jimin rolled his eyes, stepping over to stand beside Jungkook as Namjoon started stretching and the both of them mirrored him, folding an arm across their chest and then switching to the opposite one.
“In my defense, the first time was because I thought I was going to be murdered,” he shrugged. “Fight or flight.”
“Do I look like the murdering type?” Jungkook asked, leaning down to reach for his toes, and he turned his head so he could face Jimin.
“You approached me wearing a black hoodie, carried a giant backpack, told me you worked for the government and that I needed to get into your car. Of course you looked like a murderer,” Jimin said seriously and Namjoon burst out laughing as Jungkook gaped. “Glad you’re not though. This is much cooler.”
“Okay, okay. Come on,” Namjoon said, still quietly laughing as he interrupted. Jungkook straightened, wiggled his shoulders a few times, and cracked his neck as Namjoon explained. “I’m gonna run through the drills with you, Jungkook, so that Agent Park can watch and see the moves. They’ll be easy. Once he’s got it, he’ll practice with you. And no...no cheating.” Namjoon added quietly, side-eyeing Jungkook and Jungkook immediately understood what he was trying to say - no spider powers.
Occasionally, Jungkook would show up to one of their scheduled training sessions with his web-slingers on, or wearing a prototype of the suit he or Hoseok had been designing just to test it out, and everytime Namjoon would grin and then sigh, prepared for anything Jungkook brought. But he found himself relieved that he had decided against it for today.
The first few drills were, like Namjoon had said, simple. Some of which Jungkook could remember learning his first few days at headquarters - side steps, basic swings and jabs, a few kicks, blocks, and escapes. Namjoon demonstrated a mixture of moves from all kinds of martial arts, and Jimin picked them up quickly and without much effort, perfectly executing them on Jungkook as Namjoon watched, pleased. But after about thirty minutes, and one water break, Namjoon seemed convinced that Jimin didn’t need much of a ‘warm-up.’
“I’m gonna have Jungkook do a series of moves on you - I’ll tell you which ones,” he added, addressing Jungkook before he turned back towards Jimin. “They’ll be simple, harmless ones. Doesn’t matter if he takes you down, or if you block him. You clearly have the experience, and I’m positive I don’t actually need to teach you anything. But this will be a good test of your reflexes.” Namjoon explained, and Jimin nodded in agreement as Namjoon leaned towards Jungkook and used a hand to cover his mouth as he spoke.
Once Jungkook was certain he had memorized the short list of moves, he positioned himself in front of Jimin, forcing himself to ignore the little voice in his head that was practically yelling at him to tell Jimin how pretty he looked. His pink hair was slightly ruffled, his cheeks a little colored, and his eyes were sparkling with energy.
Instead though, Jungkook focused on trying not to use his extra sense and strength as an advantage, and then adjusted his stance as Namjoon stepped back, giving them space.
“Ready?” Jungkook asked, and Jimin’s mouth twitched just slightly as he eyed Jungkook up and down, and then he nodded.
Jungkook did exactly what Namjoon had told him - he stepped forward for the cross punch, holding back just slightly so he didn’t break Jimin's nose, but Jimin ducked, dodging it quickly as he took a swing towards Jungkook instead. Quickly, Jungkook ducked as well, dodging it, and before Jungkook could even make another move, Jimin spun, lifting his leg as he did so and Jungkook had to roll just to avoid the kick.
And before he knew it, they fell into a rhythm of moves that were far off from what Namjoon had listed.
Jungkook would take a few steps forward, inching closer to Jimin with a punch here, or swing there, and each time Jimin would dodge it, effortlessly ducking out of the way until he was suddenly pushing Jungkook back.
On and on they went like that, until eventually, Jimin went for a straight jab with his right hand and Jungkook caught his wrist with his left hand and held Jimin’s hip back with his right hand. Then, in one swift move, he used the grip he had on Jimin’s wrist and pulled his entire right arm towards him until Jimin’s body followed and spun, and his back collided against Jungkook’s chest as Jungkook braced his other arm across the front of Jimin’s abdomen and left arm, holding him in an awkward chokehold with Jimin’s right arm pulled across his own body.
They froze in that position. Jimin was stuck, out of breath, both arms compromised, and even as they stood there, Jungkook could feel how strong Jimin was, how tense his body was, and how much muscle he had on his back that was still pressed against Jungkook’s chest. The both of them were breathing heavily, but Jungkook suddenly felt like his skin was on fire.
“Well,” Namjoon’s voice immediately snapped Jungkook out of it, and he released Jimin with a flourish, nearly panicking. “That...wasn’t the list of moves I gave you. At all.”
Jimin barely flinched. He rolled his shoulders back once Jungkook had released him, and then he dropped his head with a small, breathless chuckle before he lifted it back up and rolled his neck, obviously entertained.
“Was I not supposed to fight back?” Jimin worried, raising his eyebrows, and Namjoon shook his head.
“No, that-that was great. If anything, that’s better than what I expected. Jungkook is one of our best combat agents, and you held your ground.” Namjoon praised and Jimin’s smile only grew as Jungkook caught his breath, his hands on his hips, feeling lightheaded even though he had fought ten times harder than this before. “Jungkook?”
“Hm? Ye-yeah, yes. You-you, um…you fight good,” Jungkook said and then he mentally slapped himself, almost cringing at how ridiculous he sounded. Namjoon let out a sigh that sounded almost like a laugh as Jimin replied with a small ‘thank you,’ and Jungkook could feel the tips of his ears burning. But then Namjoon clasped his hands together.
“Right. You fight very well, Agent Park. I’m impressed,” he said, and then he lifted his wrist to check the time on his watch. “Normally, Jungkook and I would go for about thirty more minutes. But, considering there’s nothing Agent Park really needs to learn, I’ll let you two practice with each other like Fury requested. Jungkook-ah, can you take it from here?” Namjoon asked, and Jungkook swallowed heavily.
Jimin was only standing a few feet from him, his hands on his hips as he caught his breath, watching Jungkook expectantly, patiently.
“Ye-yeah. Yeah, we’re good, hyung. I got it,” Jungkook replied, nodding. Namjoon inclined his head with a small smile to the both of them. He clearly hadn’t been expecting Jimin to be this advanced, but he seemed rather pleased as he grabbed his bag and headed for the door.
When Jungkook turned back, Jimin was already facing him, his shoulders rolled back, his chin slightly lifted and Jungkook could hear his heart racing, but not from fear. Jungkook cleared his throat, suppressed a small smile, and then adjusted his stance.
“Ready?”
Thirty minutes went by slower than Jungkook thought it could, and part of him realized that it was probably because halfway through, Jimin started kicking his ass just like he had promised.
He took Jimin down the first few times, or compromised him to the point where Jimin had to tap out, and for a while, Jungkook was able to focus on Jimin’s skills. Jimin was classically trained in most martial arts, and some of his moves came across extremely practiced, even stiff. Jungkook pointed it out a few times, doing his best to act as a ‘trainer,’ and Jimin took the advice without question. But the more and more he fought Jungkook, the more Jungkook realized Jimin was loosening up, adapting Jungkook’s moves, and even anticipating them until he almost matched Jungkook’s skills.
And that was how Jungkook ended up pinned to the ground in their last round, his left arm twisted behind his back, the left side of his face pressed against the soft matted floor of the practice room with Jimin on his back, gripping Jungkook’s right wrist by his head so that he was completely defenseless.
Jungkook was naturally and genetically stronger (thanks to the spider bite), but he did his best to fight Jimin with his natural strength, and still, Jimin had him pinned.
“I told you I could kick your ass,” Jimin declared the instant Jungkook tapped his fingers against the floor, signaling that he was surrendering. He sounded breathless, but proud as he slid off of Jungkook. “It only took - what? 10 rounds?”
“11 if you count when Mr. Kim was here,” Jungkook corrected, groaning slightly as he rolled onto his back and then pushed himself onto his palms, rolling his neck around.
Jimin was sitting right beside him with his legs crossed and his hands behind him, his pink hair matted to his forehead as he caught his breath, but he looked so effortlessly stunning that Jungkook could hardly think straight.
“Where-where did you learn to fight?” Jungkook asked, still out of breath as he used the back of his hand to dab at his forehead.
“I trained a lot when I was younger,” Jimin replied, bringing his hands to his lap. “My um, my dad enrolled me into all sorts of martial arts, before and after we moved because…I don’t know. He wanted some sort of fighter, I guess. But even after he-after…um, when I got older, I started looking for classes all around, training around the city anywhere I could find. And there’s a ton of places around New York, so I-I just…learned from everywhere.”
“You’re good at it,” Jungkook complimented immediately, because he could sense that Jimin was getting uncomfortable, though he wasn’t sure why. “You’re really good. I’ve trained with Mr. Kim for a little more than a year, and-and I’ve…I’ve fought a lot of people,” Jungkook said slowly, “but I think that's the first time I’ve ever been taken down and pinned to the fucking floor.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” Jimin commented with a grin, shrugging, and Jungkook snickered, folding his legs until he was mirroring Jimin's position. “You’re a good challenge. I’m still-it’s still all new to me, everything here, but this is...I haven’t done it in a while, but it’s fun. I’ve missed it.”
“You don’t train anymore?” Jungkook asked curiously and Jimin shook his head.
“No. I sorta stopped once I started university. I’m not really sure why, I just stopped going. And I was fine without it. School was a breeze, and then I got a good job that I enjoyed. I didn’t even realize I missed it until now.”
“Fighting or the job?”
“Both,” Jimin replied, grinning. “I started working there right after I graduated college. Taehyung’s parents were good friends with the owners, so it’s just always been around. I’ve always liked the place. It’s familiar. Friendly.”
“It’s nice,” Jungkook agreed. “Maybe when I don’t look like a murderer I can actually sit down and try their coffee,” Jungkook sighed and Jimin started laughing as he stood, offering a hand to Jungkook.
“Yeah, you need a new approach. The whole ‘I work for the government and you have to come with me’ vibe was terrifying.”
“It worked on you,” Jungkook argued, frowning as Jimin helped him up until they were standing face to face.
“It worked because I thought you were cute, Jungkook-ah. Wasn’t that obvious?” Jimin released Jungkook’s hand as soon as he was done speaking, and then he pivoted and headed straight for the door, grabbing his phone and water bottle off the floor as he slipped his shoes back on, and Jungkook tried to act like his hand wasn’t on fire.
“H-hyung,” Jungkook breathed, feeling like his stomach was doing cartwheels as he walked over to grab his bag and Jimin hummed, straightening once his shoes were on until he was face to face with Jungkook again, and Jungkook almost lost it. Maybe it was the fact that in this position, Jungkook noticed that Jimin was the perfect height for him to kiss him on his forehead, or because he was smiling so gently that Jungkook’s heart felt like it would burst, but either way, he was losing it. “I, um...I don’t train with Mr. Kim everyday. Our days are usually just Monday and Wednesday nights, but um...every other day I’m usually here, practicing on my own. But if-only if you want to, you could practice with me. I figured you’d join Mr. Kim and I, but I-I just want to practice with you again.”
“Really?” Jimin asked, raising his eyebrows as Jungkook nodded. But then he folded his arms and tilted his head, his expression shifting. “You want me to come back and kick your ass again? I didn’t take you for the masochist type but…”
“Wh-what? No! I’m- th-that’s not...oh my, god, hyung. I’m not-I just-”
“I’m kidding!” Jimin blurted out, interrupting Jungkook’s embarrassed rambling, and then he started laughing, using his hand to cover his mouth as his entire face lit up. “God, you’re just-you’re so easy to just...it’s cute. But I-I was totally kidding. I’d love to train with you, Jungkook-ah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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“And then he said he’d love to train with me.”
“So he's into you, too.”
“He’s also a libra.”
“Astrology has nothing to do with it.”
“You study the stars, how do you not believe in astrology?”
“That’s exactly why I don’t,” Yoongi stated, and Jungkook sighed dramatically from the couch he was currently sprawled out on in Yoongi’s office, dragging his left hand down his face as Yoongi laughed quietly.
It was Friday evening, and Jimin had requested to go home for the weekend to gather more of his things, though he had also mentioned to Jungkook that he missed Taehyung, and wanted to visit the cafe for a while. In the week he was at headquarters though, Jimin followed through on his promise and joined Jungkook for his trainings with Namjoon, as well as with Jungkook alone. And most days, they ended up on the floor.
Jimin had picked up on Jungkook’s techniques quickly, which gave him an advantage for a short while, but Jungkook’s senses and reflexes were naturally more advanced, given he had been fighting and training for the last year. But Jimin never missed the opportunity to learn something new, and each time Jungkook took him down, Jimin would brush him off with a huff and then laughed before he stood and eagerly asked Jungkook to show him what he did just so he could try it himself. Today though, Jungkook had taken advantage of the time to spend in Yoongi’s office, retelling him everything about the week prior while Yoongi listened intently, listening and nodding along, commenting in all the right places.
“Oh, and he also called me a masochist,” Jungkook added and Yoongi snickered quietly behind his knuckles that were curled against his mouth, his eyes still glued to his computer screen.
“Maybe he’s a sadist,” Yoongi teased with a shrug and Jungkook rolled over until he was face down on the couch, letting out a muffled groan into the leather. “Okay, okay. I’m only kidding, Kook-ah. You need to relax. He’s doing well here, right, and he’s obviously enjoying spending time with you, too. He’s flirting. That’s good.”
“Hyung, I haven’t flirted with anyone since college. I don’t-I don’t even remember the last time I went on a date or-or kissed someone. Oh-oh my god, I-I can't remember the last time I kissed someone! I don’t-I can’t even-wh-hyung, stop laughing.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry,” Yoongi mumbled, though Jungkook could still hear him quietly laughing. “You just...you’re acting like you’ve never dated anyone in your life. Like you’ve never had a crush or something. You’ve dated before.”
“Yeah, but before I didn’t have a secret,” Jungkook sighed, rolling over onto his back so he could stare at the ceiling. “Before it was easy to just meet someone and take them to my place or go to theirs, and never have to take it further than that. But n-now...now I don’t even talk to people outside of headquarters because I’m worried they’ll find out I work for SHIELD, or-or that I’m Spider-Man. And that’s-I mean, that’s a big thing. It’s the first thing I think about.”
“Do you want Jimin to know?” Yoongi questioned.
“What?”
“Do you want Jimin to know?” Yoongi repeated, and Jungkook turned his neck to look at him, only to find that Yoongi was watching him, too, listening patiently. “It is a big thing, Kook. It’s not something you go around telling just anyone, especially not the people you’re sleeping with. And I’m not asking because you need to tell him right away, but...but you like Jimin, and he sounds like he likes you. If you’re not worried about eventually telling him, then don’t worry so much about it right now.”
“I want to tell him,” Jungkook admitted quietly. “I thought about it already. Not-not now, but I would want him to know if-if we...I don’t know. I think he’d understand.”
“Then stop worrying so much, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi chided gently, reaching behind his computer to turn it off as he stood. “If you like him, you like him. You don’t need to justify it. He sounds like he might be into you too, so just, y’know, go with it.”
“I know, I know. I’m trying.”
“You just need to get more comfortable with him. He’s still pretty new here, even to you. Don’t worry so much about him liking you back, just get to know him. It’ll be easier to be around him once you’re comfortable.”
“That…that’s-yeah, you’re right. I know you’re right.” Jungkook sighed, nodding to himself as Yoongi stepped around his desk, grabbed his coat off the chair and then walked to the couch, standing over Jungkook.
“Now will you get off my couch and go to bed? It’s past midnight. I shouldn't even be up this late.” Yoongi flicked off the lights in his office, rubbing his eyes with his fist as he walked out beside Jungkook.
“What were you even working on?” Jungkook asked as they made their way down the quiet hall. He figured he and Yoongi must’ve been the only ones left on the floor at this time, considering most went home for the day anyway.
“I’ve been trying to figure out more about the stone - it’s powers, patterns, anything we can use to our advantage. But we have next to no evidence. There’s a few records in SHIELD files from years ago, but none of it is really helpful. And the only thing we have to go off of is the traces we found at the destruction sites. It’s like trying to solve a puzzle but half the pieces are missing.”
“Fury said it has a history at SHIELD. Shouldn’t that mean there’s more information on it?” Jungkook wondered, and Yoongi sighed as they stepped into the elevator.
“It should. But, I don’t know. At this point, I’m just trying to put stuff together. Based on what the other stones do, I’m assuming it has something to do with its name - the time stone can shift timelines, reality stone can manipulate physical matter, so the mind stone must have some sort of influence on the mind, right?”
“You mean like telepathy? Mind-reading?” Jungkook asked for clarification, and Yoongi nodded. “That...yeah? It-it makes sense. But, wow.”
“I don’t know. It’s just an educated guess. Out of all six of the stones, it’s the one we know the least about. It’s like all the evidence or information about it has just been wiped away.”
“What happens if another incident occurs?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. Same thing as always,” Yoongi said, but it sounded like a question. “We barely determined that it was actually an Infinity Stone causing the damage, so we’re just...doing what we can. It sucks, but it’s almost like we’re waiting for another incident, because at least then we might get a stronger reading of the stones energy.”
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and Jungkook stood quiet for a moment, trying to think of something that would be actually useful to say. But he knew as well as anyone that the Infinity Stones were a concept everyone at headquarters had trouble grasping, even Yoongi.
“Just give it time, hyung. I’m sure you’ll find out more. Something-something’s gotta give,” Jungkook offered, and Yoongi hummed as they stepped out, quiet for a moment.
“That’s exactly what a virgo would say,” Yoongi replied, and Jungkook let out a huff of laughter, shaking his head as they went separate ways.
“You said you don’t believe in astrology,” Jungkook whisper-yelled back, walking backwards, and he heard Yoongi laugh quietly before he called out a ‘goodnight, Jungkook-ah,’ and then disappeared behind the opposite corner.
People Watching by Conan Gray
Jungkook was certain that Yoongi would pass out the second he touched his bed, having never been one to stay up late, even when they lived in their shared apartment in the Upper East Side. But when Jungkook returned to his room, he felt far from tired.
He kicked off his shoes and tugged off his sweatshirt, tossing it into the hamper in his bedroom, and then pulled on a pair of black sweatpants and a matching t-shirt before he wandered back out to his kitchen and opened his fridge. It was stocked with food he had brought from the cafeteria downstairs, but the only thing he craved was leftovers that Yoongi had made for him the other day. He pulled out the bowl of kimchi fried rice, something Yoongi made only when Jungkook really wanted it, and then grabbed a package of ramen from his cabinets. He set a pot of water to boil, and used another pan to warm up the rice, and within fifteen minutes, everything was ready and Jungkook ate it all in about half the time, mumbling how good it was to himself before he washed the dishes, brushed his teeth and headed to his bedroom window.
Jungkook’s room was in the far back corner of the facility, not far from the waters edge that was just beyond the large lawn, but with enough distance for him to swing from the trees that filled the space in between. The trees were as tall, if not taller than the actual building itself, and Jungkook had specifically chosen this room when he first moved in, knowing there would be nights when he was restless and would need the space to swing, much like tonight.
He couldn’t figure out where the feeling of restlessness was coming from. Yoongi had eased most of his anxieties about Jimin, talked him through things in a sensible way that helped clear Jungkook’s mind, and reassured him that he was simply overthinking most of it. The fact that he hadn’t dated anyone since becoming Spider-Man was strange to think about, but he had never really considered it, even when strangers would offer to buy him a coffee when he visited the city or try flirting with him when he took a walk in Central Park. Mainly because no one ever intrigued him the way Jimin did, even when he gave them a chance.
Jimin had come from out of nowhere, and suddenly Jungkook was considering what it would be like to tell someone he was Spider-Man. And he knew Yoongi was right - there was still time to get to know Jimin before he actually decided whether or not to tell him, so Jungkook held on to that reassurance.
But hearing Yoongi sound genuinely confused about something as dangerous and important as the Mind Stone was startling, and he couldn’t help feeling like there truly was something missing. The Infinity Stones themselves were one of the most complex projects they worked on at headquarters, and Jungkook knew that if anyone would stress over being unable to solve them, it would be Yoongi. A part of him wondered if it was his hyperaware spider senses reacting to Yoongi’s distress, but the feeling of uncertainty felt more instinctual, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Knowing there wasn’t much he could actually do about it though, he slipped his web-slingers onto his wrist and slid the window open, taking a deep breath as the cool wind blew across his face and swung his legs over the outer edge. From this distance, the water was barely visible, but Jungkook could see the reflection of the lights around headquarters rippling across the surface. He considered pulling on one of his masks, knowing they had built-in night vision (courtesy of Hoseok), but Jungkook decided against it. There was no need for him to be able to see everything. He just wanted to swing.
Using his hands and feet, Jungkook wiggled himself closer towards the edge, closing his eyes for a moment.
Since becoming Spider-Man, one of the most difficult feats had been adjusting to his newly heightened senses. They were an incredible advantage at the most important times, something that genuinely made him feel superhuman. But being the chronic overthinker he already was, they also became quickly overloaded if he wasn’t prepared, jumping at every and any movement that alerted him. There had been times early on when Jungkook’s head would spin simply because of how overwhelming it all became. It was a struggle at first, controlling them.
But at times like this, when the entire world felt like it was holding its breath, Jungkook let himself feel it all.
The air always felt cooler on his skin, the wind a little bit louder in his ears, and he could hear the gentle movement of the water in the distance, and the rustling of the leaves in the trees. His hands tingled against the edge of the window, instinctively ready to aim towards the nearest object if he were to fall, and the muscles in his legs twitched slightly as he scooted himself closer towards the edge, already prepared to stick the landing. And he let it all in, knowing part of his anxiousness came from the fact that he had been suppressing his instincts for almost a week.
Jimin had yet to know Jungkook was Spider-Man, and though Jungkook wanted to tell him, he didn’t want Jimin finding out by accidentally seeing him swing around the back of the facility, so he had refrained from going out for the time being. It wasn’t fatal, but it was exhausting, and Jungkook felt confident in the fact that tonight he could swing as long as he wanted to without accidentally revealing his identity.
Jungkook inhaled deeply, his eyes still closed, and when he exhaled and opened them, he jumped.
The wind rushed through his ears, almost deafening from how loud it was without his mask, but he disregarded it completely, knowing there was nothing else he needed to tune his hearing into anyway. Jungkook aimed his right wrist across his body, and when the web caught on a branch, he used both hands to pull himself upward until he was soaring above the trees again.
When he would descend, he would repeat the motions, aiming at a branch on the opposite side, tugging himself upward and forward until he was in a wave of swings going over and under the trees, grinning to himself at how thrilling it was, his body feeling light as air.
Jungkook couldn’t tell how long he swung for, but he didn’t stop until the sweat on his skin started to feel colder in the breeze. On the last swing before he made it to the windowsill, he aimed at the eave that stuck out above the frame and with a flick of his wrist, did a backflip in mid-air before he aimed at the same spot, this time holding the web with both hands and used his feet to swing through the window, landing on his toes with his knees bent, his hand braced against the floor, his bangs in his face. Absolutely exhilarated.
Jungkook took his time catching his breath, hearing and feeling how quickly his heart was pounding, but he was far from complaining. The thrill and adrenaline was exactly what he needed to settle his senses, to give them the relief of soaking in his entire surroundings, and once his heart rate had slowed, he stood, slipping off his web shooters and t-shirt as he walked straight to the bathroom. He was in and out of the shower, and when he was done, he threw on a clean pair of briefs and sweats, brushed his teeth, and then flicked off the bathroom lights before crawling into bed, his mind and body at ease.
By Monday, Jungkook realized that following Yoongi’s advice was a lot easier than he had anticipated.
Jimin had returned bright and early that morning, and before Jungkook could even wave hello, Jimin slipped his arms around his waist wrapped him in a quick hug, sounding extremely eager to be back, and Jungkook’s heart had almost burst. He was carrying a large duffel bag, but by the time they were inside, Jungkook had managed to convince Jimin to let him carry it instead, insisting that it was still part of his assignment. Jimin had rolled his eyes, his cheeks pinkening slightly, but he handed over the bag anyway and started asking if he had missed anything important.
“Dr. Min has been trying to find out anything he can about the Mind Stone, but there’s hardly any evidence or information on it, so it-it’s sort of at a stand-still right now. Hoseok hyung has his team working on the programming for tracking devices, but it’s not really getting anywhere either.”
“Right. So...nothing’s changed then?” Jimin asked slowly, like he was trying to say it in the nicest way possible, and Jungkook nodded, trying not to show how endeared he was.
“Pretty much. But I-I promised Dr. Kim I’d meet with him. He-he’s working on something he needs my help with, so I…”
“Yeah, of course. Don’t let me stop you,” Jimin said kindly, taking the bag back from Jungkook with a small smile when they reached his room. “I was gonna head down to the lab with Hoseok hyung anyways. I’ll be fine.”
And Jungkook knew he would be. Jimin carried the confidence of someone who had worked at headquarters for years, but Jungkook wasn’t worried about Jimin getting lost on his way to the labs like he did his first few weeks there. He just wanted to spend time with Jimin - more than the few hours they spent beating each other up during training. He could hear his own heartbeat as it grew quicker, but he swallowed down his nerves and cleared his throat.
“Uh...tonight, after-after training with Mr. Kim, um, do-do you want to come over? Or-or just-I mean, my room is just - it-it’s not far. Or-or we could go to yours. It doesn’t matter. I can cook, or we could just-”
“Yes.” Jimin replied instantly. “Yes. To-to either one, yes.”
“Really?” Jungkook questioned, his heart in his throat. But Jimin was smiling brightly, the corners of his eyes nearly closed as he nodded. “O-okay. Okay. Um, okay.”
“Okay,” Jimin echoed quietly, still smiling as he turned to type in the code to his room. “I’ll see you later, Jungkook.”
Jimin slipped inside his room as Jungkook walked (practically skipped) down the hall towards the elevator, forcing himself not to jump through the nearest window just for a swing to shake off the nerves. His ears burning, he stepped into the elevator, trying to suppress the foolish grin he could feel plastered on his face.
When Jungkook reached Seokjin’s lab, he was barely able to focus on the work Seokjin was trying to have him help with, his mind more concerned trying to figure out what the hell he would wear later on that night.
“Yah! You’ve been staring at the same exact page for an hour already,” Seokjin grumbled, peering over Jungkook’s shoulder at the large tablet that was in front of Jungkook, tilted slightly. On the screen were small folder icons, each of them full of Seokjin’s weapon prototypes and their digitized hologram. Jungkook opened up the first one, letting the mini hologram of something similar to a missile hover over the device as he waved a finger in the air beside it to rotate and maneuver it. They were part of a weapon Seokjin had been designing to install into armor, but there was a glitch in the coding that neither he or Hoseok had been able to work out, so they asked Jungkook for his assistance.
“When you ran the simulation, how long did it take before it failed?” Jungkook asked, completely disregarding Seokjin’s statement as he swiped a hand across the entire projection and it disappeared, replaced by lines of script that appeared on the tablet’s screen.
“It kept running to 55, sometimes 59 percent completion, but everytime it passed the halfway mark, the system completely shuts down. We’ve built mini missiles before, just like this one. The data’s identical, and both are made out of elements we’ve worked with before, so I-I don’t know why it’s not compatible.”
“What suit are you trying to install it in?” Jungkook questioned, his eyes glued to the device as his mind tried to absorb all the information and put it together as quickly as possible. Seokjin leaned onto his forearms, laying down a tablet identical to Jungkook’s and began tapping it until he found what he was looking for and pinched just above the screen, pulling the image into a mini hologram of a suit before he passed the device over to Jungkook. “And what material were the missiles made out of last time?”
“Aluminum alloy, I think,” Seokjin replied, and Jungkook was on his feet before he even knew it. He stood from Seokjin’s desk with both tablets in his hand, crossing the room so he could connect them to the larger projector that was in the center of the room. “Why?”
“Hang on,” Jungkook requested, stepping around the desk that had a large monitor on it. He airdropped the files from the tablets, and then used the touch screen on the desktop to bring both projections into view in the middle of the room into lifesize holograms as Seokjin stepped around them, eyeing them up and down. “It’s not a problem with the code, hyung. Or the material.”
Jungkook stepped back around the desk, his hand dragging against the surface until he was on the other side, leaning his lower back against the edge as Seokjin lifted a hand towards the glowing outline of the suit and missile, rotating them both until they were facing him.
“There’s not a single kink in the coding. Both the suit and missiles are programmed perfectly. Run them on their own and they’ll be successful.” Jungkook continued, leaning back against the desk with an outstretched arm so he could tap something on one of the tablets until the words ‘simulation successful’ appeared in front of both projections. “They’re incompatible because you’re running both pieces as if they’re individual units, but you’re doing it together, if that makes sense. Take something out of the missiles that can be run by the suit, or take something out of the suit that can be replaced by the missiles. It’s not working because you’re doubling up on functions that don’t need to be replicated. It’s overloading the system.”
“Wait...you’re saying the only reason this has failed so many times is because Hoseok and I are trying to do too much?” Seokjin asked, craning his neck forward, sounding absolutely stunned, and Jungkook stifled a laugh as he took a step forward, reaching into the projection. He shrunk the suit with a pinch of his fingers, letting the image float in the corner as he pulled up the lines of code, scanning them quickly with his eyes until he found the piece he was looking for. With his finger, he highlighted the section, dragged it out of line until it was erased completely, and then enlarged the suit again, noticing that there seemed to be a gap where the shielding along the arms was. He moved over to the missile, typed in a line of code and then took a step back.
“Okay, try it now.”
Seokjin, who was still standing by watching in a trance-like state, immediately walked over behind the desk and tapped a few things on the desktop. It took a few seconds, but the projection of the missiles and suit slowly converged into one piece and appearing across the entire hologram were the words ‘simulation complete,’ and Jungkook’s lips pulled into a grin.
“You little fucking genius,” Seokjin breathed, and Jungkook let out a laugh of amusement, pleased. “The systems were perfectly fine on their own... individual units...running them together…” Seokjin repeated under his breath, like he was trying to work through the process all on his own.
“There was an issue in the simulation, but it wasn’t because of the coding in either one of the designs. You were looking for problems where they didn’t exist,” Jungkook added with a dramatic lilt to his voice, crossing his arms as he turned around, and Seokjin noticeably rolled his eyes.
“Okay, child prodigy, are you a life coach now, too?” Seokjin retorted and Jungkook burst out laughing, taking a final glance at the hologram of what appeared to be a very advanced prototype of a suit of armor. “This is why we have you on the team.”
“For my brain?”
“Exactly. It’s like our very own personal database,” Seokjin replied cheerfully, and Jungkook reached over the desktop, whacking him on the arm as Seokjin pulled back dramatically, lifting a hand to where Jungkook had hit him. “Brat.”
“Will that be all, hyung?” Jungkook asked with a shit eating grin, batting his eyelashes on his way to the door, knowing well enough that Seokjin would immerse himself in making this project come to life the second Jungkook left.
“Yes, that’s all, Jungkook-ah. Thank you,” Seokjin said with a wave, and a small smile that Jungkook reciprocated, and as he turned to leave, he could hear Seokjin mumbling to himself ‘too much? How did we do too much?”
With a proud spring in his step, Jungkook headed straight to the large kitchen on the lab floor, deciding he might as well eat lunch, and then figure out what he would make later on.
He ate a bowl of ramen, then grabbed a bag of rice, and a pack of pre-made spicy chicken. It wasn’t the ideal food he would pick for a first date, but he was working with what they had, and after putting everything into a paper bag, he went back to his room.
It didn’t take much time for him to put everything away, and Jungkook spent the rest of his free time before his session with Namjoon in Yoongi's lab, watching Yoongi pace around the office like his feet were on fire.
“Why are you walking around like that?” Jungkook asked, sitting up on the couch as Yoongi stood from his desk crossed him to get to the other side of his office where a glass sliding door was. Behind it was a large rectangular room, designed like a miniature lab with a single counter against one wall and a row of desks on the other, but only Yoongi could access it.
Yoongi pulled out a stool with his foot and then sat down with his elbow on the counter, one hand against his lips, his eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed the mouse and began clicking away. “I-I think I might’ve found something. About the stone.”
“The Mind Stone?” Jungkook repeated, eyes widening as he pulled out the stool beside Yoongi. “What-what is it? How did you find anything?”
“I said I think,” Yoongi clarified, his voice firm as he continued to click around the computer files rapidly, reading things under his breath. Jungkook’s eyes darted back and forth between Yoongi's expression and the desktop, but, like most computers at headquarters, it was installed with a privacy screen that darkened the screen from side-view, and to Jungkook it appeared as if the computer wasn’t on at all.
“Well, what is it? Is-is it related to the incidents? Or, I mean, where-where did you even find anything? I thought you said-“
“-I know. I know I said I couldn’t find anything.” Yoongi interrupted, his eyes flying across the computer. Jungkook only watched as Yoongi read for a few more seconds, and then his expression slowly shifted. He sat back in his stool, eyebrows furrowed as licked his lips and then blew out a breath before turning to face Jungkook completely. “I-I think you should go, Jungkook-ah.” Yoongi said quietly, his voice surprisingly softer than it had been a second ago.
“I-I what?” Jungkook questioned, blinking rapidly.
"Go." He repeated, face stiff.
Jungkook only continued to blink in his stool, confused and mildly hurt. He didn’t even bother glancing at the computer screen, knowing that unless he was in Yoongi’s seat in front of the screen, he wouldn’t be able to see anything. “Hyung, wh-what are you talking about? What did you find?”
“You have training with Namjoon right now, right? And Jimin?” Yoongi continued, lifting his wrist to glance at his watch, completely ignoring Jungkook’s question as Jungkook nodded slowly. Yoongi nodded along, clearing his throat as he reached a hand behind the computer and shut it off completely before he stood. “I have to go over some things with Hoseok, a-and Seokjin. You should go.”
“Wh-what? Why won’t you tell me what you found,” Jungkook asked cautiously, trying not to sound like he was whining. But in the years he had known Yoongi, Yoongi had hardly ever kept anything from him unless it was for his protection, and Yoongi’s status at headquarters never made a difference. Yoongi didn’t answer though. He walked back through the glass door until he was in the main part of the office, and grabbed his laptop from his desk, sliding it under his arm as Jungkook made his way over. “Hyung, what-”
“-Jungkook,” Yoongi warned, and Jungkook could sense he was doing his best to be patient, his eyes pleading. Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to figure out what he could've possibly found, but then he exhaled nodded stiffly.
“Okay.”
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The training session that night was simultaneously the longest and shortest Jungkook could recall having since he started at headquarters. Though he could barely keep up with Jimin or Namjoon the entire time because everytime he looked at Jimin, all he could think about was how he was going to spend the rest of the night with him, and his stomach erupted violently with butterflies each time.
Once he had left Yoongi’s office, he went straight to his room, not even bothering to ask any other agents about what had happened in his lab because he knew if Yoongi was keeping the information from him, there was no chance of anyone else letting him on it. Instead, he changed into his practice clothes and then went to his session. Unsurprisingly, Namjoon and Jimin had both already been there, and like most days, they fell into their routine of drilling with one another, going one-on-one and then two-on-one until their time was up.
“Jungkook, next time I want Jimin to try the leg-grapple. He’s quick. He’d probably nail it,” Namjoon said as he walked out of the practice room, his navy blue muscle shirt sticking to his chest slightly as he waved. “See you Wednesday.”
“I probably would nail it,” Jimin agreed from where he was sitting against the wall by the door, his knees bent, arms draped over them with his head against the wall, still out of breath. “I have no idea what it is, but I’m almost positive I could do it.”
“I aspire to have your level of confidence,” Jungkook replied, and Jimin burst out laughing as Jungkook offered a hand, helping him stand, and then his breath nearly caught in his throat when he realized they were in this exact same position not that long ago, their hands still connected even though Jimin was standing now. “So...um, are-are you-are we still-”
“-yes,” Jimin blurted, nodding. “Yes, I still want to hang out with you tonight. But I-I have to shower, and change.”
“Okay, yeah. Me, too. Do-do you know where my room is?” Jungkook laughed, and Jimin puckered his lips and furrowed his eyebrows before he dragged out a long ‘um’, and Jungkook burst out laughing before he replied, releasing Jimin’s hand. “I’ll show you when we get up there.”
Jungkook did in fact show Jimin which room was his once they reached the fifth floor, and Jimin had raised an eyebrow at him before saying, “You know, you could’ve just said yours was the door at the end of the hall, right?”
Though he might’ve been right, Jungkook only rolled his eyes as he walked away, and Jimin slipped inside his room with a quiet laugh, but the the second Jungkook entered his room, he moved at ten times normal speed, the realization hitting him all at once and he practically skipped to the shower. After carefully washing himself, he wrapped a towel around his waist, brushed his teeth and hair, and then stood in the doorway of his bathroom, eyes widening at the Spider-Man portraits he had plastered around his room.
“Oh, crap. Shit,”Jungkook mumbled to himself, hastily climbing onto his bed to grab the portrait framed right above it, lifting it off the nail. He laid it carefully on the bed, and then pulled off the two by his window, and the two others by his desk area before he grabbed them all and slid them under the bed in the extra bedroom, figuring it was a safe place to hide them. He hadn’t really considered the fact that they would be in his bedroom at all, but better be safe than sorry.
The now bare walls were odd to look at, considering the posters had been on his wall for such a long time, but he disregarded it as he stood in front of his closet and changed, picking out a navy blue knit sweater and black jeans. By the time he was completely changed and had put away any evidence of him being Spider-Man, it was almost eight-thirty, and just as he was about to start prepping the food, there was a knock on the door. Heart-skipping, Jungkook opened it. “H-hyung? What are you-what happened?”
Namjoon shifted his footing slightly when Jungkook opened the door, his outfit completely different from the practice clothes he had worn earlier, now in his usual black button up, expression unreadable. “We need you downstairs.”
“R-right now?” Jungkook asked carefully, stomach sinking. “I...I was gonna meet with Jimin He...is-is it an emergency?”
“Agent Park is already on his way downstairs. Fury called a briefing. We need both of you there,” Namjoon stated, and Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed, but he could hear it in Namjoon’s voice that it wasn’t an option. When Jungkook didn’t move right away, Namjoon’s expression softened for a split second as he leaned forward. “The briefing is about Jimin.”
Namjoon didn’t say a word the rest of the way downstairs, keeping his face straight as Jungkook did his best not to show the disappointment he felt, or blurt out the sudden questions that were popping into his brain.
About Jimin? Is he leaving? Why would he leave? Was he in trouble? What the hell could he be in trouble for?
The more and more he thought about it though, the more he realized he had no fucking clue what could’ve possibly happened, and he forced himself to stay quiet as Namjoon opened the door to the conference room they had been in just a few days before.
“Agent Jeon,” Fury stated as Jungkook walked in, sitting in the large chair at the head of the conference table. Yoongi was sitting right beside him, his hands clasped in front of his mouth, not even bothering to look up when Jungkook entered. Jungkook took a quick glance around, only to find that there were barely a handful of people actually there. Seokjin and Hoseok sat on the far end, their expressions matching that of Namjoon’s, but Jungkook’s eyes immediately landed on Jimin, who was sitting in the seat beside Hoseok with his chin in his hand, face lighting up slightly when he saw Jungkook. “Have a seat, Agent Jeon.”
Confused, Jungkook grabbed the empty chair beside Seokjin and sat, watching as Namjoon did the same at the front of the table, sitting opposite of Yoongi. Fury cleared his throat, turning his head to look at everyone in the room before he nodded once to himself and then pushed his chair back, using his gloved hands to brace himself as he stood.
“It has come to my attention that a certain piece of information - one that has been purposely kept out of SHIELD records for the last few years, has now been discovered.”
Fury paused with a short sigh, pulling a small device out of his coat pocket, something Jungkook hadn’t seen before. It was about the size of Fury’s hand, but thin like a credit card. He slid it to the center of the table, and then tapped his pointer finger in a random pattern across the top before an image of the Mind Stone projected in front of everyone seated.
“I’m certain you’re all capable of recognizing what this is.” Fury began. “The Mind Stone - the thing that’s been causing the incidents all around New York, and also the thing that I requested our team of agents study the last time we were all here. I mentioned before that the Mind Stone had its history at headquarters, one that I was going to discuss once I thought that the time was right, but... it looks like that time has come sooner than I had expected.”
Jungkook glanced at Yoongi, who was staring intently at the hologram, and then he remembered the way Yoongi had reacted in the lab, figuring there had to be some correlation. But before he could think too much, Fury continued.
“20 years ago, SHIELD was in possession of one of the most powerful creations in the universe,” Fury gestured with his hand towards the stone that was still hovering above the table. “The Mind Stone was held under our protection after earth went to war with an outside force that nearly wiped out the city. SHIELD weapons were...ridiculously ineffective. Our defenses were far from protective, and after gaining possession of this stone, I made the call to begin strengthening our own resources with it.”
Fury reached forward, using his palm to make a pushing motion underneath the hologram of the stone until the large image began shrinking, merging into the tip of a long, staff-like scepter, thin and sharply angled at the top with the glowing stone secured near the top.
“An agent who was working here at the time managed to build this scepter, contained its energy, even attempted to wield it.” Fury explained, and Jungkook leaned forward, eyebrows furrowing. “He was smart, one of our best...but he was also absolutely insane. Agent Park,” Fury suddenly said, and everyone’s heads turned towards Jimin as Jimin sat up a bit straighter in his chair, eyes widening with curiosity. “You may be unaware, but that agent...he was your father.”
It was as if everyone in the room held their breath, and for a split second, Jungkook was certain he could hear Jimin’s heart slow to a stop, but then Jimin's eyes narrowed as he stared at Fury, and his heart rate slowly began to speed up. But Fury only plowed on.
“As a head researcher here, I assigned him the lead position on learning anything and everything about the stone, the same way I assigned you agents just a few weeks ago. Despite his intelligence though, it was his own incapabilities that drove him mad. He had trouble wielding it, difficulty trying to actually use its powers. He did studies and experiments that weren’t part of protocol, started being...careless.
Fury swiped a hand across the hologram, and the projection changed into the beginning of a video, the setting appearing similar to a SHIELD laboratory. The beginning of the video was a close up of a man, the audio cutting in and out as he spoke into the camera and Jungkook only picked up on words like ‘the stone’ and ‘figured it out.’ His face kept blurring in and out of focus, but as he moved around, there was a bright visible light in the background, slowly growing bigger as the rattling of the camera picked up, the noise sounding like the room was falling apart around him, and then suddenly, a small, scared voice spoke up from off screen.
“Dad, wh- is that? It’s-it’s gonna.. Dad, what are you doing-wh-”
The voice was followed by the screen going dark and the sudden sound of something collapsing, loud and disruptive before the video ended completely and the conference room was still in silence. Fury made a motion near the device, but Jungkook’s eyes were frozen on the projection, his heart nearly stopping at the sound of the voice. It was higher pitched, smaller, but he knew he’d recognize Jimin’s voice anywhere, and with a quick glance around the room, he could tell that everyone else recognized it, too.
“After that video was taken, one of our labs had completely collapsed. Our agents went immediately, but the stone was gone. Agent Park…” Fury repeated, nodding in Jimin’s direction. “Was the only thing left in the room. The stone had reacted to whatever your father was doing to it and it...it affected you.”
Jimin only stared, his breathing slow and even, face stoic, eyes shiny, but Jungkook could hear his rapid heartbeat.
“When we found you, you were completely unconscious - barely breathing under all of the debris. Your father was gone. And so was the stone. We ran tests on you - anything we could to make sure you were okay, but...what we found was that the stones energy had permeated your entire body. Our initial thought was that after a few days, the energy traces would fade, dissipate and leave your body. But the opposite happened. It grew inside of you, and because you had no recollection or awareness of the event, you went home and moved on.But we kept an eye on you, kept you under our protection.”
“P-protection?” Jimin suddenly breathed, voice shaky as he leaned his head forward, craning his neck like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Protection? That-is-is that what this is? Protection? I went my entire fucking life thinking he-he had just...just left, b-but you’re saying he didn’t just leave, he screwed me up and then left, too? A-and you-you know all this because you’ve been stalking me or-or what? How...is this-is this some sort of sick joke be-because you realize this sounds fucking insane, right?”
“I'm aware this is a lot to take in, Agent Park,” Fury replied calmly, sincerely, and Jimin only began shaking his head, dragging a hand through his hair as he stood from his seat, shifting from foot to foot.
“Don’t...I’m-I’m not an agent. I-I...this-I’m sorry, but this? I-I barely understood, b-barely believed in something as insane as Infinity Stones an-and now you’re telling me my own fucking father left me w-with what? Wh-what exactly does that mean? Powers of the stone are in me? Wh-what does that even...”
“It means that you are able to replicate the powers of the infinity stone. You wield them as though you carry the Mind Stone within you,” Fury explained and Jungkook’s head felt like it was going to burst, the sudden downpour of information was overwhelming, and he could hardly imagine how difficult it was for Jimin.
“Th-that...that’s...not… fucking possible. That’s….” Jimin trailed off, taking long breaths between each word, sounding like he was on the verge of tears as he frantically glanced around the room. “An-and you all knew? Everyone-everyone just knew? I-why now? Why suddenly tell me now? Why didn’t you fucking tell me when I started? Wh-why?”
“Only recently were some of our agents made aware. Agent Jeon, however, has just learned this information.” Fury answered. “Our goal in bringing you here was for protection. The last person in possession of the Infinity Stone was your father -”
“-Stop calling him my father,” Jimin demanded and Fury only paused with a small nod before he continued.
“Agent Park was the last person in possession of the stone, which gives us reason to believe that he is the one causing the destruction, that he might be the one returning.”
“Returning for what?”
“For you.” Fury replied and Jimin looked as if he was ready to burst into tears, his heart beating frantically, breathing erratic and Jungkook wished more than anything that Fury would just stop talking. “We learned that not only have the powers of the stone been embedded into you, but they’ve grown.”
“How do you...h-how is that even...Look, I-I worked at-at a coffee shop. I don’t...this is...it-it’s too much...”
“Jimin-ah, I know this is..” Namjoon tried, but Jimin shook his head the second he started talking and squeezed his eyes shut as if he was trying to tune it all out, and Jungkook didn’t blame him. Hoseok and Seokjin had their heads tilted downwards, and Fury was watching with a sympathetic look, and Jungkook suddenly realized that everyone in the room had been aware before they came. Whether they found out only a few moments before they entered, or when Yoongi had said he had to talk to them, they all knew.
“I would like to leave.” Jimin requested, voice cold. He reached into his pocket, pulled his ID badge out of his pocket and tossed it onto the table. “I-I don’t want to hear anymore. I'd like to leave, please...Now.” He hissed, voice breaking and Namjoon stood just as Jungkook opened his mouth to speak.
“I’ll find an agent to take you,” he offered quietly, his eyes darting towards Jungkook. No one else in the room moved a muscle, but Jimin swallowed heavily, and then strode towards the door without another word.
“Agent Kim,” Fury added when Namjoon went to follow Jimin, and Namjoon turned over his shoulder. “Make sure he gets back safely.”