partner | jjk | prologue
spy!jungkook | enemies(?)2lovers | 1.7k | masterlist summary: a series of drabbles where jeongguk just HATES having you as his partner. warnings: cursing, eventual violence, eventual smut, jeongguk is just a mean mean man but has your best in mind <3
"Again?"
You groan at Jeongguk's voice snapping through the earpiece, the vim evident through the tiny Bluetooth. Half-tempted to just yank it out and throw it into the drain ahead, you sigh and reach down to yank at your foot once more.
"Your heel is stuck in the drain again?!"
"Stop spitting through the intercom and help me, Jeongguk," you grit through your teeth. One particular tug has you grunting with might, causing him to groan into your ear. "Get here now."
"For someone who is in desperate need of my help," his voice feeds through the intercom. "You're giving an awful amount of attitude."
"I am stuck and you're whining about helping me."
"Just leave the shoe behind."
Eyes catching a man who had stepped out to light his cigarette, you release the death grip on your calf and wave timidly. "Hello," you barely mumble as you brush your fringe from your face. Turning so he does not watch you talk, you continue bickering. "You want me to walk around this formal event barefoot and get kicked out? Are you dying to do this solo?"
"God, that would be the dream, (Y/N)," he says. "How did you know?"
"Jeongguk."
"What?"
His voice takes you by surprise and your body twists as much as it can to face him. Jeongguk’s face is anything but amused as he takes in the state of you; sheepish as you stand, stiletto heel wedged between a small slot. For a moment, he stands there, hands pushing back his blazer to rest comfortably atop his hips, silent as he regards you. Maybe at one point in life, his creased brows and set mouth would have intimidated you but Jeongguk's exasperation towards you had now become a daily occurrence.
A day without hearing a sigh seems rare. His opinion towards having you as a partner is no secret. In fact, any effort he had made towards hiding it was disregarded within the first week of working alongside him - tossed aside as soon as you made your first mistake. You would argue that the mistake was small, inevitable, though it got you a two hour briefing that consisted of Jeongguk yelling until his voice was a mere rasp.
"Help me out," you groan. "Why are you just standing there?"
"Because," he seethes as he all but stomps to you. The man drops to his knees quickly, fingers dragging down your calf in search of a buckle to let you out. "Never in my life have I met someone who gets their shoe stuck in a grate twice in a year."
"Well, consider yourself lucky," placing a hand on his shoulder, you glance around the gardens. A particularly harsh tug from his hands sends your knee against his neck and earns you a glare. "Be careful."
"Get your knee off my throat," he mutters before wrapping his fingers around the seven inch heel. Wiggling it gently, he tests how deep you’re stuck before sighing. “Can’t I just break it off?”
Your knee pushes deeper into his throat.
“Break my Loubs, Jeon,” you threaten. “I dare you to break them.”
Well aware that you are testing the short-tempered agent before you, your eyes refuse to meet the heavy glare he sends your way. The back of his hand swats at your leg and causes you to lose footing. You’re just about to curse as he grips the thin heel and pulls. There’s a suspicious scraping noise and you’re out, falling to your knees to inspect that he hasn’t damaged your precious purchase of the month with worried eyes. “They’re fine,” he says with a roll of his eyes, pushing himself up to stand once again. “It’s just your dignity that’s been ruined.”
“Wouldn’t have been ruined if you had got here earlier,” upon realising that your heels were fine, you pick yourself up. Fingers brushing any dirt from your knees, you face him with a raised brow. “Thank you, partner.”
“I’m here to do my job,” his retort is fast, snappy. “Not babysit you, (Y/N).”
“Whatever,” you mutter.
Your shoulder brushes against his as you move past him, deciding to resume the task at hand. Pulling open the fire exit door, you saunter back into the venue, sizing up the ground lobby of the opera house. Not much has happened since your small predicament - attendees still flooding the floor. Each one looks more haughty than the next, shoulders stoic and noses high. Your own posture mirrors their movements quickly as your feet carry you up the stairs to head towards the small bar.
You smile at the bartender who wipes down the counter in front of you.
“Good evening,” he greets. “What can I get for you?”
Your eyes widen at his words, elbows clumsily dropping onto the marble counter as you gasp in faux wonder. “Well,” your tone is sickly sweet. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“He’s glancing your way, souris,” Jeongguk passes into your ear. Your eyes nearly turn upward at the use of your codename that he insists on using during missions to conceal identities - surely calling someone that absurd name in public would bring more attention? “On your right.”
When the waiter tilts his head in curiosity, you continue.
“I don’t know what to order since I’m a bit of a virgin when it comes to drinking,” turning your head, you meet the eyes of a man who stares at you amused. Your gasp is near comical, mouth agape and eyebrows raised. “Oh my gosh, pardon me!”
“No,” he waves you off with a chuckle. “I can help, if you’d like.”
You smile sheepishly and pat the stool next to you for him to move onto.
“Please,” you say as he inches closer. “It’s a bit embarrassing but I thought it’s time for me to try.”
“Of course,” he says before turning to the bartender. “We’ll start with something easy for the sweetheart. Two negronis.”
“Thank you,” you say as the drinks are made.
The man leans against the back of his chair as he sizes you over, eyes raking indecently.
“That is no problem, sweetheart,” he smirks. “What is a girl like you doing all alone?”
“Like me?”
“Forgive me but a beautiful girl like you cannot be alone on a friday evening like this,” he runs a hand through his hair.
“Fucking dick.”
You nearly jump at Jeongguk’s voice hissing into your ear piece. A quick glance over the balcony allows you to spot him lounged on the sofa, the bottom half of his face concealed by a glass of whiskey. Even if you couldn’t see him in his entirety, his hard-set eyes show his disgust perfectly. You don’t blame him for his reaction but he shouldn’t be surprised. You were sent on this task to gain the attention of the man before you with full knowledge that he was seedy.
“I’m learning to broaden my tastes,” you shrug. “Spending too much time at home or with my nose in my books.”
“Is that so? A homebody, are we?”
Two crystal glasses are placed onto the counter, it’s reddish brown contents shining under the bar’s spotlights. Your fingers curl over the rim of the glass as a safety measure as he picks his own up to sip at. “Huge one,” you pout. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve only caused myself to become so inexperienced.”
“Yeah?” The sip he takes is long and slow. “Well, I’m here if you want help… broadening your tastes…”
“I appreciate that,” you smile as you push your hair over your shoulder.
The man hums, “So do I get a name, sweetheart?
“I don’t know, I quite like what you’re calling me already,” you pluck the wedge of orange that is used as garnish off the rim of the tumbler. Bringing it to your mouth, you make sure to hold his gaze as you suck on it slowly, pulling it from between your lips with a gentle pop. “Sweetheart.”
He chuckles once more, “It’s only fitting for someone who looks so sweet.”
“I taste better,” you wink. “What about you? I can’t simply know you as the man who introduced me to negronis.”
“Sung Hoon,” he nods his head. “Bang Sung Hoon.”
This isn’t new information to you.
There may not be a single thing this Sung Hoon could relay to you about himself that you do not know. For the last week, you’ve stayed up until the early hours of dawn tracking down each detail about the man before you. Every single detail of his life - from the brand of coffee that he must drink after his morning run to his extensive list of exes - all ingrained in your head. You’ve followed his every move through your trusty laptop, scouring over databases and emails until you knew everything to know about the man.
Sung Hoon has been on your agency’s radar for a while. The son of Bang Won-Shik, the boss of an extensive drug syndicate that ran rampant. His father was practically untouchable; hidden from the eyes of society. Sung Hoon, however, was the complete opposite. His mornings start as flashy as his nights end, studded with wealth and luxury.
“Wow,” you purr, lifting your own glass to finally sip from. “That matches you perfectly.”
“Do you think so?”
“A strong name for an even stronger looking man,” you coo, fingers gently brushing against his bicep.
“Start drawing this conversation to a close,” comes Jeongguk’s voice. “Curtains are rising soon. We need to leave.”
You choose to ignore the surly looking man below you, giggling some more at whatever Sung Hoon says.
“Why don’t we continue this?” he offers. “I’m sure my seats beat yours.”
Your finger taps at your chin as Jeongguk speaks into the intercom again, “Don’t you dare, souris.”
“I do have a very good seat,” you tease.
“Do they beat private boxes?”
“Souris.”
“Oh,” you smile. “Definitely not.”
Sung Hoon stands, elbow crooked for you to take. You take it without a second’s thought, wrapping your hand around his bicep. You don’t manage to get that far away from the bar before you gasp, tapping his arm once for him to loosen his grip on you. “So sorry,” you pout. “I forgot my clutch! One moment.”
“That better be you finding an exit,” Jeongguk spits.
Snatching your purse off the counter, you turn to where he’s stood, shooting daggers with just his eyes.
“Your babysitting is done for the night,” you say under your breath. When Sung Hoon isn’t looking, you lift a finger to flip him off. “You can go home now, partner.”
I just love starting things that I am yet to finish!
