Escape - Part 7

Summary: Everyone has a number over their heads that says how useful they are to society from 0-100. You have a number ‘4’. You leave the city for some peace but you meet your cocky neighbour who seems to get on your nerves.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Y/L/N refers to your last name/family name

Previously…

“Alright then, let’s call Jimin and end all of this tonight.”

*****

3 days ago

After a long day at work, Jimin sets down his briefcase and lets out a long sigh. He sits at his desk, puts on his earphones and clicks on the audio file.

At the end of each day for the past 3 days, Jimin would sit at his computer to listen to whatever the bug he had put on Junghyun’s phone had picked up. Jimin knew that if things went wrong with the diadem plan, all the blame would fall on him so he had to do something. He had hoped with every fiber in his being that the Jeons would say something incriminating, something that would confirm that they had indeed blackmailed him.

He had set his computer to record audio in 3-hour blocks which made it easier for him to skim through the audio. He didn’t know how much longer he could do this. It was getting increasingly frustrating to listen to hours upon hours of conversations only to end up empty-handed. He pauses the audio to stretch and reluctantly clicked play again.

“Junghyun, gather the info we have on Jimin. We’ll be using it against him soon,” Mr. Jeon says. “Get Yoongi to pay off our informant too. We don’t need anyone finding out that we got the info illegally through him,” He continues.

Junghyun hums in agreement and begins making calls.

Jimin lets out a sigh of relief. That was all he needed. He knew now that his contingency plan was in place and that if he was going down, then the Jeons were going down with him too.

Earlier Tonight

Hoseok had been waiting patiently for a long 3 months for this plan to take action. Mr. Jeon had enlisted Hoseok’s help the night of the dinner because he thought Jungkook would find it odd if he were suddenly writing down everything Jungkook was saying. He thought Hoseok wouldn’t mind as he seemed heavily invested in the project. Hoseok was more than happy to help. He wanted to end what essentially began with him. It was all finally going down tonight. He smiled to himself, once again thinking about how he was going to be your white knight, saving you from Jungkook.

It pained him to hear Jungkook singing praises about you but he couldn’t help but agree that Jungkook had put into words exactly how Hoseok himself felt about you when the two of you were together. Almost there, almost there was all that Hoseok could say to himself. After tonight, you’d soon be in his arms again… 

“Ah, our little Jungkookie is in love isn’t he? Don’t worry. If I were your age, I’d be with Y/N too.” Junghyun said.

Hoseok cringes at that statement

“Except for an entirely different reason,” Jungkook replies

“Information,” Junghyun simply states.

“I’m just not that kind of person. I can’t do that. I can’t imagine myself pretending to like her just so I can get information out of her. I mean not just her but just anyone,” Jungkook states adamantly.

Jackpot

Hoseok pauses the recording and makes a copy of the audio file.

He plays it once again.

I’m just not that kind of person. I can’t do that. I can’t imagine myself pretending to like her just so I can get information out of her. I mean not just her but just anyone

Then he begins editing the audio, cutting out the words he didn’t need.

I’m just not that kind of person. I can’t do that. I can’t imagine myself pretending to like her just so I can get information out of her. I mean not just her but just anyone

Would you like to save the changes made to this file?

Yes.

Hoseok plays the newly saved file.

I’m just pretending to like her just so I can get information out of her.

He lets out a menacing laugh as he thought about seeing Jungkook devastated and absolutely broken when you leave him.

He continues editing the audio, adding in the parts where Jungkook recites your family code, letter by letter and Hoseok can’t help but smirk to himself as he admires his handiwork.

Jungkook wouldn’t know what hit him, Hoseok thought to himself as he saves the final edit.

Jungkook stumbles out of the car and instead of going to his cabin, he heads straight for yours. He reaches for the extra key on the top of your door frame and tries to unlock the door. No matter how hard he tries, the key just doesn’t seem to fit.

The constant sound of your door knob jiggling makes you leave the comfort of your bed. You open the door, dressed in an oversized shirt as you rub your eyes sleepily.

“Y/N!” Jungkook exclaims as he smiles at you.

His flushed face is a clear indication that Jungkook had way too much to drink tonight. You simply grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom after shutting the front door.

“Do you want to freshen up before—“ You say as you stop in front of the bathroom but you stop mid-sentence when Jungkook continues trudging forward and finally plopping himself down on your bed.

“I guess not,” You mumble to yourself.

Jungkook incessantly pats the space next to him on the bed, urging you to join him as lets out a little whine and you laugh at how needy he gets when he’s drunk. He pulls you closer towards him the moment you set yourself down on your bed. His arms are wrapped tightly around your waist and you feel him snuggle closer towards you.

“Had fun tonight?” You ask as you turn around slightly to see him.

He nods lightly and leaves a light kiss on your temple. You turn towards him and bury yourself in his chest and although he smells like wine and fried food, you don’t seem to mind at all because whenever he was next to you, you felt at home.

The hours and hours you put into that wood carving this afternoon was starting to take its toll on you and you feel a wave of sleepiness hit you. You’re not quite sure but you hear Jungkook whisper something to you before you fell asleep.

“How did I get so lucky with you?” He whispered more so to himself than you. Even with alcohol clouding his mind, all he thought about was you and how happy he was that you were his.

If only he knew what tomorrow had in store for him.

Now

Jimin made his way to the security room for what he hoped would be the last time he ever visited this room. Before he reached for the doorknob, he took a deep breath and shut his eyes to calm his nerves. He breathed out and took a step forward, a step closer to his freedom.

He begins the video call with Mr. Jeon on his phone and props it up on the side table so that Mr. Jeon would be able to see him and the screen. He boots up the screen and the dreaded word diadem appears. The blank spaces staring back at Jimin as he waits for Mr. Jeon to answer.

“Jimin,” Mr. Jeon says.

“Sir,” Jimin acknowledges with a bow.

“Let’s get down to business shall we?”

Mr. Jeon recites the code slowly, reading out everything that Hoseok had written down.

D:           Dome:                               St Peter’s

I:             Island:                               Ko Lipe

A:           Animal:                              Tiger

D:          Disappointment:                (Your Birth Month)

E:           Elope:                                Costa Rica

M:          Moral Code:                       Loyalty

Jimin’s hand hesitates above the Enter button.

“What are you doing, boy? Get on with it,” Mr. Jeon urges.

Seconds pass by and Jimin still hasn’t moved.

“If you keep stalling, I’ll just release the information I have on you,” Mr. Jeon warns.

“Delete it,” Jimin demands. “Delete it and I’ll press Enter.”

“Do you think I’m stupid? If I delete it, you’ll just walk out of there.”

“I won’t, I’m a man of my words.”

Mr. Jeon thinks about it for a few seconds but his greed for money overtakes any rational thoughts he had.

“Fine.”

Jimin watches as Mr. Jeon shifts the camera to show Junghyun who has begun protesting against the idea but a stern look from his father is all it takes for him to press his lips together in a tight line. Junghyun reluctantly deletes the file and puts the rest of the hard-copy evidence through the shredder. 

Jimin believed your brother would always find a way to be better than the rest. Even with these plans leaked out, he would put the company back at the no.1 spot in no time. Jimin just needed to know that there would be absolutely no way your brother found out about his involvement.

Satisfied, Jimin presses Enter and holds his breath.

The screen goes dark and even if this happens every time, he still feels his heart pounding against his chest each time.

SUCCESS!

The screen goes dark again and Mr. Jeon waits in anticipation for the plans to show up.

A large circle appears and the number 60 appears within in. It sizes down and snaps into the top right corner of the screen.

Your name along with the names of all your family members appear with plus signs between each one and then finally an equal sign and a blank.

A tiny beep sounds. 60. 59. 58. The number begins decreasing.

Jimin is stunned, his heart racing against his chest and he can’t get himself to think even though he wanted to.

He could hear Mr. Jeon cursing in the background.

“Fucking Y/L/N and his goddamn complex puzzles,” He mutters. “Do something, Jimin! I’m sure you know all their numbers.”

He knew all your numbers perfectly well but there was something amiss. Right next to your name was another name. Who the **** is that?

“I do, but there’s a name next to Y/N’s and there’s no such family member.”

“It’s probably a trick question. You know Y/L/N, he loves pulling this kind of stuff. Just enter zero for that name.”

“I don’t think so. He wouldn’t just make things up… there has to be a reason…”

18.

“Just fucking do it! You’re running out of time!”

Mr. Jeon’s shouting brings Jimin out of his daze and he quickly adds the numbers up in his head. 

88+86+94+96+4+0\= 368

368, he types out

8.

“Jimin, bloody press enter!”

5.

“I’ll hurt everyone you love, if you don’t do it!”

2.

Enter

The screen goes dark.

FAILURE!

****.

The alarms let out a blaring loud sound and metal shutters come down on the only exit. Jimin hears Mr. Jeon screaming, raging and cursing your father and your family. Everything seems to move in slow motion for Jimin. On his way here, he had thought about the possibility of the plan failing but he had quickly brushed aside that thought because Mr. Jeon seemed fairly confident that everything was going to go smoothly.

Jimin knew that your brother would soon be waking up to news of his very own secretary’s ‘betrayal’. He only hoped that his contingency plan would work and that the Jeons would end up sitting in the jail cell next to him. Even though he could feel the impending chaos that was about to descend on him, he only had one thought as he slowly sunk down to his knees.

Who the hell is Lina?

Author : Jjkfire

Credits to the owner lol (~♡♡)~

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