BLACK TIGER | YOONMIN

Bullet & Co

"So I close my eyes to old ends, and open my heart to new beginnings." Nick Frederickson.

Jimin's POV:

I was behind him on the bike, watching the empty streets of Seoul. Him, a perfect stranger.

The wind made my body quiver, I wore a simple t-shirt while he put a leather jacket. We crossed the river, the multicolored light projectors sure played a big role to make it even more beautiful.

"Where are we going?" I tried to speak as loud as possible so that he hears me.

He slowly turned his head and smirked, "Patience young man, patience."

After a moment, we were outside the capital. I don't remember myself leaving it only to go to Busan to see my mother if she was sick.

There were only a few cars on the highway, surely people coming back late from work. The stranger was driving at an incredible speed, I wondered if he was not afraid to be on an accident or pay the expensive fine. Judging from it, he was not afraid of either of them.

As for me, I was scared as f**k.

It's not my first time on a motorbike, I used to ride it with him, but not like this. We used to go on long rides along the river every Sunday, especially when it was sunny. We practically never had time because of our studies, but we would always make some time for the both of us.

This time, it was a Monday.

I was riding a very expensive motorbike with an attractive stranger. It would be exciting if it happened to me a few years ago, but my actual situation makes it look like I'm just making the things worse.

How could I trust him? I don't know anything about him, not even his name.

We left the highway and headed to what it looked like an abandoned village. There was no light inside the small houses, a lamppost was barely illuminating the street.

"Where the hell are we?" I asked, surprised not to see anyone outside, no convenience store was open.

"You'll see in a few minutes." he simply answered.

"No! I want to know now!"

He stopped the motorbike and stared at me, "If you don't trust me, you can leave now before it's too late." he said with a serious tone.

I gulped. I didn't know what to do, if I leave, I will have nowhere to stay, no money to pay a ticket to Busan and I will surely get arrested by the police.

I cleared my throat and tried not to look scared at all. "Alright, let's go."

He smirked and started the engine.

Bastard.

~~

A few minutes passed and I could finally see lights coming from the forest. When we approached, I spotted a large building in the middle of a never-ending field.

I gasped when I saw all the Lamborginis, Bugattis and Maseratis parked outside. I don't know who this guy is working for, but this company must pay so well.

The building was very modern, it looked like a cut out from an Architecture magazine. It was beautiful. Everything was geometric, which I guess you could say about almost any pitched roof abode with square windows, but on this building you couldn't help but notice it. The main door as wide as it was tall. The look would have been entirely metallic, like a mini down-town skyscraper.

He stopped the motorbike in front of the door. I got off and took off the helmet to take a look around me.

It was calm outside, the street lights were reflecting on the cars, making them look brighter and way more expensive than my own life.

"Follow me." the stranger interrupted my thoughts. I looked at him and frowned because of that smirk, he never stops.

I walked behind him and stopped in front of the big door which obviously had a fingerprint lock. I rolled my eyes and entered and that's when I lost it.

If the exterior was great, the interior was amazing.

The gray marble floor shone, the walls were painted white which made the reception even wider. Flat screens were hung all along the walls, some showed a list of unknown names, others the news and the rest a music channel. Speaking of music, a song that I like a lot was playing, the English version of Adagio sung by Lara Fabian.

Men and women in elegant black suits were walking, a tablet in their hands.

All of them looked very young, perhaps the same age as me. "Welcome back sir." is what they all said right when they saw the stranger. Everyone bowed and smiled to him.

"Welcome to Bullet & Co." he told me.

"What is this exactly?" I didn't have the chance to get an answer because a man with a strange orange hair approached us with the most charming smile. He was wearing a white shirt, rolled up sleeves showing his veiny arms and black trousers.

"Namjoon! Welcome back!"

Namjoon? So, that's the bastard's name.

"Thanks Hoseok." Namjoon patted his friend's back.

The orange-haired stared at me and smiled, "A newbie?"

"I must introduce you of course." Namjoon said, "So, this is Jimin." he stared at me, "And this is Hoseok."

I snorted, "What an original introduction!"

Hoseok stared at his friend and laughed, "You got a sassy one huh."

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "Hoseok is the one in charge of the newbies, you should trust him." he told me.

Look at my life. I never imagined I would have to trust complete strangers to save my ass.

"Jimin, isn't it?" Hoseok put his arm around my neck, making me frown. "Trust hyung, I'll make your life brighter now!"

"Hyung? Are you really older than me?" I raised an eyebrow.

He stared at me from head to toe, rubbing his chin. "You don't... look that big."

I gasped.

"How old are you then?" Namjoon asked, still laughing at his friend's joke.

"I'm almost 23." I answered.

"Oh, a beautiful 95 liner." Hoseok ruffled my hair. "We both are 94 kids." he winked. "Call us hyung."

I frowned and looked around me. "This is some fancy ass shit." I whistled. "The CEO must be a billionaire or something."

Namjoon and Hoseok chuckled.

"You mean this guy over here?" the orange-haired put his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Well, he's that rich yeah."

I nearly choked on my saliva. "WHAT?!" I shouted, making everyone stare at me weirdly. "You're the CEO?!"

Namjoon nodded with a smirk, "Hoseok is the vice president."

My eyes grew wider as I stared at them looking at each other proudly. I can't believe these kids are already successful and rich at twenty-four.

"Anyways I gotta go, I'm tired." the CEO said. "I'll see you tomorrow Jimin."

"Yeah."

"Good night Joon!" Hoseok waved to his friend.

"Good night." Namjoon winked and left the reception hall.

Hoseok stood before me with his already addicting smile. "Let's go Jiminie."

"Where?" I furrowed.

"It's 1 am, aren't you sleepy?" he chuckled.

I rubbed the back of my neck, "Well, I'm tired."

"Follow me."

I did as he said and walked with him along a large corridor whose large windows overlooked a garden where there were several benches.

"Already a favorite spot." I thought to myself.

"Where are you from Jiminie?" Hoseok asked.

"Busan."

"Oh, we have so many agents from Busan."

Agents?

"Tell me, what kind of company is this?" I asked, hoping he would give me a convincing answer.

"It's a secret agents company."

Wait, what?

"Secret agents?!" I gasped. "B-but what do they do?"

He smiled and ruffled my hair, "I'll explain everything to you tomorrow Jiminie, hyung is tired now."

We arrived to a kind of large dorm where dozens of beds occupied the entire space.

Some men were already sleeping, some were reading books and some beds were still empty.

"Your bed is beside mine Jiminie."

I followed him to the end of the dorm where stood two empty beds.

"You can take a shower if you want, it's behind that door over there."

"Yeah, I really need it." I nodded.

"I'll give you new clothes and a uniform tomorrow morning."

Uniform? This company seems cool, but why do I have this bad feeling?

Hoseok took off his suit and layed on the bed, half-naked, wearing only boxers.

I gulped, I quickly avoided staring at him and headed to the bathrooms.

I took a shower and went back to my bed.

My bed... look at how the things are changing. My bed isn't the one I left in my room anymore.

I was only wearing an underwear so, I quickly slipped under the sheets so that no one sees me.

~~

When I woke up the next morning, the dorm was empty. It seems like it was very late.

I stretched my arms and legs and widened my eyes when I saw clothes on my bed. A white shirt like Hoseok's, black trousers, an underwear, socks and black leather shoes.

I don't know why I was so excited to see clothes when I left a lot of them in my wardrobe.

I got up and headed to the bathrooms to wash my face and clean my teeth.

The bathrooms were as fancy as the rest of the building. The mirrors were large and the sinks were with black marble. The showers were equipped with everything; shampoo, body scrub, gels...Everything was ready.

I know that jail showers have nothing to do with this.

I put on my clothes and left the dorm. I didn't know where to go so, I had to ask one of the 'agents'.

"Excuse me, do you know where Hoseok hyung is?"

"The cafeteria, just take the elevator and push 1, it will take you there."

"Thanks." I bowed and went to the elevator.

~~

The cafeteria was as big as the dorm, but this time men and women were both eating and chatting with each other.

Hoseok was easy to spot with his orange hair.

"Good morning! Woah you look good!" he exclaimed. "Sit here!" he patted the empty seat beside him. I was wondering why he was eating alone.

"We're eating lunch now, what would you like to eat?"

Lunch... I must have slept a lot.

"What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my neck.

"2 pm." he chuckled. "It's alright, you must have had a rough weekend." he winked. "Sit here, I'll get your tray."

When he was gone, I stared at people around me. They were laughing and joking with their partners. Some looked tired and others were in a hurry.

Well, they looked happy. That's the most important thing.

I really hope I will find my happiness too someday.

"Here is your food!" Hoseok came back with a smile.

"Thanks hyung." I smiled and didn't waste a single second to attack my steak and veggies.

"Hobi!" someone called from afar.

Hobi? What a strange name.

"Hey!" Hoseok waved.

Wait, Hoseok is Hobi? I raised an eyebrow.

I turned and gulped my meat when I saw the guy approaching. He looked like a supermodel coming from GQ magazine. I'm not a fashion expert, but I could recognize the famous tiger patterns. This dude was wearing Gucci from head to toe. Damn.

Let's not talk about this now, let's talk about how he looks. He was maybe taller than Hoseok, almond-shaped eyes, sharp jawline, thin lips. His skin was a little tan which made him look more handsome, his hair was black and... is that a mullet?

"Morning Tae." I heard Hoseok saying.

Tae? What's wrong with these names seriously?

"You got a newbie here?" Tae said with an attractive deep voice. "Who did you kill?"

I froze.

"Tae!" Hoseok scolded. "Be polite."

"H-how do you know?" I was still staring at him with wide eyes.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Hoseok, "You still haven't told him?"

"Tell me what?" I asked the orange-haired.

Hoseok sighed and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "I did it a thousand times, but I always feel nervous." he laughed. "Let me explain to you." he put his arm around my shoulders. "See these people?" he pointed to the agents. "Each one of them killed someone dear to them."

I froze again.

"Namjoon told me what happened." he stared at me with a sad smile. "Everyone here understands you." he nodded.

I looked at them confusingly. "But what makes us different from other criminals?" I asked.

"There are a lot of types of criminals." Tae said before sitting in front of me. "There are those who kill for fun, those who kill for revenge, those who do it because of a mental illness, those who do it by accident and those who kill someone close because of a good reason." he finished. "So, who did you kill?"

I stayed silent for a long moment before finally answering. "My boyfriend and my best friend." I whispered, remembering their scared faces before their death.

"Oh." he pressed his lips. "You caught them cheating... Well, they deserved it, I hate betrayers."

"Tae." Hoseok stared at him.

"And you? Who did you kill?" I asked.

"My stepfather." the black-haired answered. "He was hurting my mother, I couldn't let him do this." he clenched his fists. "I don't regret anything." he crossed his arms.

"I see." I bit my lip and looked at Hoseok who seemed to be in deep thoughts. "H-how about you?"

He smiled. "I tried to kill myself."

I widened my eyes.

"Joon was the one who saved me." he continued. "That's why I'm here."

"What's your name by the way?" Tae asked.

"Jimin."

"I'm Taehyung." he offered me his hand.

Now I get what 'Tae' means.

"Nice to meet you Taehyung." I smiled nervously. His hand was like ten times bigger than mine.

"You both are the same age so I guess you'll feel more comfortable around each other." Hoseok said.

"I'll call you Jiminie then." Taehyung smiled.

"Can I call you Tae?"

"Sure."

"So, what's your role here? Judging from your clothes, you must be someone important."

"I'm the one in charge of sending the agents to missions." he said proudly, his legs were crossed and his arm resting on the chair beside him.

"What missions?"

Taehyung looked at Hoseok, "Maybe, it's not the moment."

~~

After lunch, we walked around the company. Hoseok was showing me around while Taehyung was just walking with us.

He asked if he could join us because he had nothing to do.

"This is the training room."

It was a large place, filled with box rings, taekwondo carpets and gym equipment.

Two agents were training with someone who seemed like to be the coach. He was half-naked, his abs all covered with sweat and his brown hair was sticking to his forehead. He may be tall and muscular, but he looked younger than me.

A body of a greek god with the face of a baby.

I chuckled. "Who is this?" I asked.

"He's our personal trainer. He's very strong and skillful." Hoseok answered.

"He's also my boyfriend." Taehyung added with a smirk. "You'll meet him at training, he's really kind."

We left the training room and walked to see other rooms. The company was really big, I can't believe Namjoon could do all this.

While we were heading to the elevator, I spotted someone sitting in the terrasse. While everyone was wearing suits and ties, he was wearing black leather from head to toe; the jacket, the trousers, the shoes, even the gloves around his hands were from leather. He was sitting comfortably on the chair, smoking his cigarette, his black hair moving along with the gentle breeze.

"Who's this?" I didn't feel myself asking this question.

Both Taehyung and Hoseok turned and sighed. "Our best agent." they said at the same time.

"He doesn't talk to anyone." Hoseok added. "He just does his job and sleeps."

"He only talks to Namjoon hyung." Taehyung said. "But others say that he's cold and rude."

I didn't move when they walked away, I kept staring at him until he lifted his head and caught me.

His dark feline eyes pierced mine in a fraction of seconds. My heart was beating as fast as when the police came to my home. I quickly avoided his stare and ran to the elevator.

Hoseok saw how nervous I was and chuckled, "Don't worry, you won't have to talk to him Jiminie, you got us." he winked.

"We're better than him anyways." Taehyung smirked.

I didn't answer.

The image of his dark eyes was still before mine. He looked elegant, quiet and mysterious.

"What's his name?" I suddenly asked.

"No one knows his name." Hoseok said. "He is known as the Black Tiger."

"Black Tiger?" I raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"You'll see when you'll work with him." Taehyung winked.