BLACK TIGER | YOONMIN

Mission 1

"Never be afraid to start something new because life gets boring when you stay within the limits of what you already know." Unknown.

When I sat behind him on the bike, I immediately thought of Junsun. He was the first guy with whom I rode a motorcycle. We had lots of stories and memories with.

The Black Tiger interrupted my thoughts by starting the vehicle. I didn't know where to put my hands because I was used to place them around Junsun's waist.

I remember how much I got scared the first time he asked me to go on a ride with him. He comforted me and told me to cling onto him so that I don't fall. After that he would always have my arms around him while he's riding.

The good times.

What am I supposed to do now?

Last time with Namjoon, I clung to his leather jacket but I know I can't do this with the Black Tiger. Who knows, he might throw me away from the motorcycle. I know he can do it.

I tried not to overthink and simply put my hands on each side of my sit, grabbing it as strongly as I can.

Without a word, he gave me a big black helmet and put his own before leaving the building area. The weather was so nice tonight, this kind of times when the sun doesn't burn your skin and when the wind doesn't make your hair fly over your face.

It was very calm, we were the only ones on the highway. I closed my eyes and let the gentle breeze brush my skin.

At a moment, my heart almost stopped when he accelerated. I quickly opened my eyes and I hooked on the iron bars. I frowned because he didn't look like he cared about me, he didn't even warn me that he was going to increase the speed.

His silk shirt moved with the wind, revealing a little part of his lower back. I gulped because I had never seen a skin so pale and perfect before.

I realized I was staring a lot so I quickly averted my eyes to the buildings that were seen from afar.

The ride was quiet, I didn't expect words to be exchanged, but I wanted him to at least say something because I kept thinking of Junsun. I tried to stop but every time we passed close to something that reminded me of him, his face would appear before my eyes.

We arrived to our destination after an hour. I gasped when I saw the big and luxurious hotel in front of us.

He parked the motorcycle and I put off my helmet. I looked at him, still waiting to hear something but he didn't say a single word. He gave me a cold stare before heading to the main entrance.

I rolled my eyes and followed him.

We were welcomed by classical music and a sweet scent of vanilla. I opened my eyes wide, surprised by the grandeur and luxury that surrounded me.

I sat on an armchair while the Black Tiger signed papers at the reception. I thought we were just going to fulfill our mission and come back tonight but I feel like we are going to spend the night here.

Nice.

Sense my sarcasm please.

When he finished he just looked at me and headed to the elevator, like I'm supposed to know that I have to follow him.

When we got it, we found two young women wearing short dresses, they were surely coming from a party.

They started whispering to each other while looking at the Black Tiger.

They were eyeing him from head to toe and I could sense them talking about how he looked hot with that messy hair.

They were drooling over him, but he cared less about them. He kept a straight face, his eyes only staring at the doors.

The girls were arguing about who's going to talk to him first.

I asked myself why they were whispering if we could hear everything they were saying.

How stupid.

The elevator arrived to the fourth floor and one of them finally had the courage to talk, but luck isn't for everyone.

"Excuse m-"

She didn't have the time to finish her words because the devil already left the elevator, not giving a s**t about anyone.

I don't know if I should laugh at the girls who were too desperate to talk to him or laugh at myself because he left me without warning me that it was our floor.

We walked between the corridors, each wooden door had numbers written in gold, the floor was made of shiny off-white marble and the walls were decorated with paintings and golden lamps.

He stopped in front of the number 408 and inserted the card to unlock the door.

We entered a room big enough to have two single beds, a desk and two sofas surrounding a coffee table.

I sat and watched him organize some documents. He looked so peaceful and bored, like he did this a dozen of times before.

I sighed heavily. I had enough of his silence, it was starting to piss me off.

I approached him and cleared my throat.

He didn't lift his head.

I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on my sides. "Seriously..." I mumbled. "When are you planning to tell me what's the mission about?" I asked.

He looked at me for like two seconds before staring back at his papers.

I let out a chuckle, "You're so rude." I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to calm down.

I watched him roll up the sleeves of his shirt. I gulped when I saw the scars on his arms. It hurt to think of someone who spent nights trying to hurt himself. He may be cold and rude but still, it wasn't nice to know he had bad days.

"What are you looking at?"

I jumped because I wasn't expecting to hear his voice. My thoughts were chased and I looked at his eyes. They looked so tired, so exhausted, so... dead.

I crossed my arms, "You didn't answer my question." I said.

"What do you want?" he asked coldly.

I sat on his bed and stared at the papers, it looked like something important. Those kind of papers that scare you just by their appearance, those kind I don't understand a single s**t about.

"What's our mission?" I asked again.

"Our." he let out a chuckle and shook his head. "And I thought I warned him not to put anyone with me."

"Who? Namjoon? He asked me to accompany you because you're kinda like the beat agent or something like that." I said, waiting for his reaction. But he just frowned.

"We must infiltrate this man's room." he said before placing a picture next to my hand. "His name is Akiyama Tatsuki."

"Oh, he's Japanese." I nodded, looking at the old man's face. "But why must we go to his room? Are we going to steal something?"

"We need to replace some documents he has with these ones." he pointed to the papers.

"Who's this man? Is he some mafia boss or something?" I asked.

"No." he shook his head. "He works in Akiyama Entreprise, a famous Japanese technology company his older brother Kaito owned."

"Owned?" I raised an eyebrow. "Is he dead?"

He nodded, "He died two months ago. This company is supposed to be inherited by his oldest son, Akiyama Ren, but Tatsuki falsified his brother's will and made it say that he's the one who should take the CEO position."

I chuckled, "Sounds like a Korean drama."

He ignored what I said and continued, "What we must do is to replace the fake will with the real one before he goes back to Japan tomorrow for the headquarters meeting."

"I see." I rubbed my chin. "It doesn't sound too bad. We're doing a good thing, no?" I smiled nervously. "But, how are we going to do this? Do you have the card to his room?"

He shook his head.

I stared at him confusingly and then it hit me, "Oh." I mumbled. "So, that's when our job gets complicated." I scratched the back of my neck. "So, we should steal a card, infiltrate a stranger's room and change some papers, all of that for a dead man called Kaito Akiyama." I sighed. "Why are we even doing this for him?"

"Because he signed in our company in order to protect him and his entreprise." he answered me.

I stood silent for a long moment, thinking about my first ever mission. In movies, it looked easy to see someone stealing and deceiving people. In real life, it was another story.

I panicked.

"Now let's go downstairs, he must be in the bar, we'll wait until he's drunk and busy enough to go to his room." the Black Tiger said before leaving.

~~

A dozen of loud voices could be heard inside the bar, all of them competing with the jazz music that was playing. The crowd was only young and old business men in their fancy suits and expensive Rolex in their wrist. It smelled like money inside, stolen money mostly.

As we passed by them, I wished I could hear an interesting conversation, but all of them were only boasting about their yachts and the expensive cars they bought.

New rich ugh.

I followed my lovely partner who sat in a small table in the corner of the bar.

"On your right." I heard him mumble with a low voice.

I turned and searched between five men sitting together until I spotted a familiar face. Akiyama Tatsuki.

"It's him." I said.

The waiter approached our table and bowed, "Gentlemen, would you like to order drinks?"

"A Martini for me." the Black Tiger said.

The young man stared at me with a shy smile.

"Uhm, just coke for me. If you have it of course." I chuckled awkwardly.

"I will get it for you." the waiter nodded. "I will come back with your drinks." he shot me a smile and went to talk with the bartender.

I felt the Black Tiger eyeing me. I slowly turned and saw him staring at me weirdly. Probably because of my order.

"I don't feel like getting drunk, that's why." I simply said.

"I never asked." he said with his cold voice.

I frowned and mumbled a curse.

We watched our target getting drunk with his friends. He was too loud and I couldn't understand everything he was saying. I only learned a few Japanese words before when I travelled to Osaka with Junsun two years ago. Just basic words like "Arigato" or "Konichiwa".

The waiter came back with our drinks. I smiled widely because he was kind to make a lot of ice cubes in my glass along with two slices of lemon. Exactly how I like my coke.

"Do you need anything else?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Thank you."

I took a sip of my cold drink and watched the musicians playing. The saxophone always had the power to relax me and make me feel better.

I used to go with Heonwoo to jazz clubs every Friday to have a drink and dance together.

My best friend and I had the best moments ever.

I ruined everything.

"Good evening." a female voice surged from behind.

I turned my head and saw the two girls from earlier. They were wearing more makeup and their dresses got magically shorter.

"Good evening." I answered. "Do you need help?"

They faked a shy smile and ran their fingers through their long hair. One of them placed her hand on the Black Tiger's shoulder, "What's your name?" she asked with a melodious tone.

I couldn't stop staring at her hand. I suddenly got scared for her. You never know what might happen.

The Black Tiger didn't seem to care. He peacefully took his glass and sipped the Martini.

The other girl moved next to him and tightened her arms around her sides to bring out her chest.

Pitiful.

And again, the concerned didn't care.

"Aren't you going to tell me what's your name?" she asked him with a seductive voice. "I love your hair by the way, it looks so hot." she hide her mouth with her hand and giggled.

"He's playing hard to get." her friend said. "Come dance with us oppa, you won't regret it."

I could see his eyes getting darker and I saw him clinching his fists. Yeah, he was finally pissed off.

I didn't want the poor girls to hear something they might not forget for the rest of their lives, so I decided to intervene.

I stood up and sat next to him, making sure to place my arm around his shoulders and pull him closer to me. I crossed my legs and flashed them my most charming smile, "I'm sorry ladies, but my boyfriend doesn't like to be disturbed."

They froze.

He tensed.

I smirked.

"B-boyfriend?!" the two girls widened their eyes. "I thought you were- oh nevermind." they awkwardly rubbed the back of their neck. "Sorry." they shyly bowed and disappeared between the crowd.

I watched them walk away and I couldn't stop laughing. When I turned, I found him looking at me with his scariest face ever. I gasped when I realized my arm was still around him. I quickly pulled it out and went back to my sit.

His eyes followed me until I sat in front of him. I could feel his stare piercing my skin. "What?" I frowned.

"Who gave you the permission to touch me?" he mumbled coldly.

"Hah!" I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "You could at least say thank you because I saved you from the claws of the tigresses."

He didn't say anything. He just crossed his arms and kept staring before him.

We stayed like this for a long moment until he put his glass on the table and stood up, "It's time." he said.

I looked at Akiyama, he was all smiles and laughs, surrounded by women who were whispering to him and touching him. He looked too drunk and too busy to care about sleeping.

My partner paid our drinks and we left the bar.

"Do you know where his room is?" I asked when we got in the elevator.

He simply nodded.

He pushed the number 15 button, which is the VIP floor.

As expected from a business man.

When we arrived to the floor, he searched for the room number and stopped in front of the 1508.

I was sure he didn't have the card to unlock the door so I waited to see what he was going to do.

He kept looking around until he spotted the housekeeper.

"You." he pointed at me. "Distract her."

"What?" I widened my eyes. "Why me?"

"Namjoon didn't send you on vacation here."

I sighed and looked at the housekeepers. "What should I do?"

"Distract her until I find the card to this room. It's in the cleaning cart."

I nodded and nervously gulped. I was so bad at improvising. What if I mess up and we get caught?

But I didn't want to look like a loser in front of him so I took a breath and walked toward the woman.

"Good evening." I smiled.

"Good evening, sir." she bowed.

"May I ask you where the pool is? I've been searching everywhere but there are so many things here..."

I could feel him roll his eyes behind my back.

"The pool is in the main floor sir, but it's close right now, it opens in two hours." the young woman answered.

I saw him looking for the card in the cart. It was amazing how discreet he was, not making any sound.

The housekeeper was about to turn her head when I quickly grabbed her hand. Her eyes grew wider when I pulled her closer and stared at her, "It must be hard to work this late." I said with a deep voice. "You should be tired."

"Y-yes sir." she hide her blushing cheeks with her hands. "But it's my work, I got used to it."

I hummed and internally cursed him because he still didn't find the damn card.

I smiled to the woman and I had the genius idea to kiss her hand. The best way to make her lose all focus on her job. "Such soft hands don't deserve to be cleaning rooms. They're so beautiful to be wasted here." I whispered and looked straight at her eyes.

I didn't know how I had the courage to seduce a woman because I certainly never did it before. I like men so this is the last thing I ever thought about doing before.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw him holding a card with the number 1508. Finally.

The housekeeper was still looking at me with her shy eyes. I felt bad for doing this to her, but I had no choice.

I smiled, "It was very nice to meet you... Mina-ssi." I read her name tag. "I hope you will get a good rest."

She giggled, "What's your name sir?"

I was about to answer when the Black Tiger shot me a death glare.

Oh, my name.

I don't have a name anymore.

"Well uhm... I'm Christian." I said.

"Is this your foreign name?"

I nodded. "Good night ahgassi." I bowed and followed my partner.

We walked back to Akiyama's room, he asked me to stay outside in case someone comes.

I did as told, I stayed in front of the door, playing nervously with my hands.

Christian...

I didn't just randomly come up with this name earlier.

It was a joke between me and Junsun during our Osaka trip. I responded "Christian" every time someone asked for my name in a coffee shop or a clothing store. It was mainly because he told me that I was like Christian Grey in bed. I know how to get nasty.

I sighed, coming back to reality.

I heard the door open, the Black Tiger appeared with a blue file.

"Is it done?" I asked.

He nodded and walked to the elevator.

"Where are we going?"

"To sleep."

"What?" I raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't we run away or something?"

"He won't come back to his room until we leave the hotel." he said.

I nodded.

I kept thinking for a moment until I remembered something. I gasped and widened my eyes, "T-the cameras! I'm sure the security team saw us oh my god! What if they catch us right after we leave the elevator? I'm sure there waiting and what if t-"

He suddenly grabbed my chin with his hand and lifted my head to look at his brown eyes. "You talk too much." he mumbled coldly. "Don't you know how to shut this mouth of yours?"

I pressed my lips. "But-"

"Shuu." he put his index finger on my mouth. "I don't want to hear your voice again."

When we arrived to our room, I took a shower and put on the hotel bathrobe. There was no way of sleeping naked next to him.

I lied on the bed, my hands on my chest and my eyes staring at the ceiling. I was nervous because I didn't know what could happen if we ever get caught.

I don't get how he could stay so calm in this kind of situation. He even gives himself time to relax and take advantage of the luxuriously service of the hotel intead of leaving back to the company.

He showered too and lied on his bed. I saw him sending a text to Namjoon, surely to tell him that the mission was a success.

Maybe.

I dimmed the lights of my lamp and closed my eyes.

"Our team took care of the cameras." he surprised me. "They deleted the footage."

I don't know what I was the most confused about. The fact that Bullet & Co has the power to control a famous hotel's CCTVs or the fact that the Black Tiger didn't want me to worry.

I didn't say anything. I just smiled and slept.

~~

We woke up a few hours later, we dressed up and left the room.

There was something something happening in the main floor. Loud screams and cries in Japanese. No need to guess who it was.

I didn't understand what Akiyama was saying, but it was obvious that he was talking about his missing papers.

The hotel staff was trying to calm him down and the police just arrived.

I quickly hide behind the Black Tiger because I was afraid they would recognize me.

"Stay here." he said before heading to the reception to check us out.

I stayed hidden behind a wall until he came back, "Let's go." he said.

We took another exit and walked to the parking area.

We got in the motorcycle and left the hotel.

It wasn't bad for a first mission. I didn't get to do something big, but I had an idea about how it goes. It may seem bad to steal and infiltrate rooms, but it was for a good reason.

I understood why everyone was happy in the company, because they got to do good things and to protect people from the bad ones in order to compensate for their past mistakes.

After another long and silent ride, we finally arrived to the building. I took off the helmet and looked at him, "It wasn't that bad to work with you." I said.

"Can't say the same thing." he mumbled coldly.

I frowned.

He was about to enter the building when I grabbed his arm, "What's your name?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes, "You already know it."

"No, I mean your real name."

"Why would I tell you?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I can't call you by your nickname... How do people call you?"

"People don't call me."

Oh.

I rubbed the back of my neck, "Okay, it just sounded too lonely and depressive." I laughed nervously.

"You're wasting my time." he said. "I gotta go."

"Why are you so rude..." I sighed.

I entered the building and headed to the cafeteria. I saw my friends sitting in the same table.

I walked toward them when I suddenly bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized.

"It's alright." an agent smiled. I was surprises because I never met a guy who was shorter than me before.

He was wearing a suit and was holding a bunch of papers and photographies. From the drafts and collages he probably made, I could understand that he was the one to investigate people who are about to commit a crime.

"You're Jimin, right? The newbie?" he asked.

"Yeah." I nodded. "And you are?"

"Jihoon, but everyone calls me Woozi here."

We shook hands, "Nice to meet you Woozi-ssi."

"Nice to meet you too, and congrats on succeeding your first mission."