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Title: Skittles (Part 1)
Rating: PG
W/C: 2,232 (All together)
Summary: Yongguk, Youngjae and Jongup would be the good guys. That leaves the rest of B.A.P to be the bad seeds in a flower pot.
Part 1
"Its time." he hears as he slumps back against his desk after reaching this particular class not too long ago. Muttering to himself--because gosh, he just got here--he stands up and clutches his (blue) backpack's strap tightly before turning to face one of his partners--Himchan. Not before receiving a look from the other, they turn towards the front of the class to do the task they were sent to do.
As they rush down the hall of their school quietly, he starts off wanting to ask what their task is this time, but Himchan puts a finger up to his lips.
Oh, one of those missions.
The piercing alarm of the building-installed, courtesy of someone who thought it was genius a.k.a Youngjae-goes off and surprises Yongguk. He yells out before sitting upright in the computer chair he’s been planted in for the past two hours and looks around for the others. Of course, he never forgets, he exits out of the tab-of a certain crime-fighting movie he heard about-he was watching.
Youngjae rushes into the room and runs straight to one of the computers they have to turn off the alarm before one of them dies from it instead of doing a mission. Not long after that, Jongup comes into the room with his hands on his ears, with wide eyes, because no matter how much they actually get to hear the alarm, Jongup almost always gets scared.
When it was finally calm, Yongguk and Jongup crowd around Youngjae to see what the alarm was for. “What’s the deal now?” Yongguk ask after a minute of watching Youngjae type in-those are actual letters, right?-something.
“We have a mission.”
Yongguk gives Youngjae a look and says, “oh, really now?” with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
“I’m not ki-” he was about to get a reply when Youngjae realizes that Yongguk wasn’t being serious, “I will turn the alarm back on so fast, you won’t know what hit you.”
“No, but you’re gonna know what hit you,” Yongguk replies with a glare. Youngjae blinks before looking at the screen of the computer again and Yongguk turns around, leaning up against the desk, “But seriously, what is it? Who needs help, or what needs rescuing, or-”
Jongup jumps up from crouching over the desk next to Youngjae. “Ooh, maybe it’s a damsel in distress!”
Earning a confused-stricken look from Yongguk and Youngjae, Jongup keeps his mouth shut. It was just a thought, jeez.
Before anything else got out of control, Youngjae explains that their enemies has gotten a hold of one of their agents, Hyosung, and that the picture blown up on the main screen in this lab reveals that she’s tied up, blindfolded and gagged.
“They even provided the location… Just not whatever they want,” a confused Youngjae says.
“I guess we’ll have to figure it out when we get there, don’t we?”
Moving fast, they run to their own compartment where with just a scan of their handprint, they’re dressed in their outfits that the agency provides them: Yongguk in the oh-so-bright red jacket, Youngjae in his stunning yellow and Jongup in his lovely green. They’re also provided with a small backpack etched with matokis as their logos on the front, completed with their weapons suitable for this certain mission. Looking like the tropical edition of skittles, they set out with masks covering their identity.
Once they reach outside of their agency’s building, Yongguk pulls out the GPS and locates how far it would be to reach to the spot where Hyosung is held. “About two blocks. Do we split up or stay together?”
“Let’s split up when we get there, but for now, stick together, who knows what they’re planning to do to us,” Youngjae states.
With a nod, he shoves the device back into his pocket and after agreeing they should keep a lookout for anything suspicious, heads towards Hyosung. “Also, Jongup, don’t go running in there like you’re Jesus, that’ll blow our cover. Got it?” he adds.
Jongup, with an unamused expression, replies with a dull “Yessir.”
With their agreements out of the way, they run to the closest wall and while pushing up against it, slowly covers the two blocks. When they finally reached the outside of their targeted building, silence surrounded them. Yongguk, being the paranoid leader that he is, crouches behind stacked oil barrels and looks around. He eyes Youngjae and sees the younger doing the same exact thing. He also looks at Jongup, but the boy’s just sitting next to Youngjae… probably waiting for instructions. Yongguk shakes his head and motions to Youngjae to enter the building.
Before that could even happen, though, a man in a white jacket with an obvious D on his right sleeve and a mask covering the bottom half of his face, exits from the entrance of the building. Almost laughing, Yongguk commands “Let us in. That’s one of our people in there.”
With a tilt of his head, Daehyun, stares at the people before him, blinking. This is what we’re up against? The colorful triplets? With a smirk, he says, “So, friends of Hyosung now, are we?”
Youngjae, sounding peeved, answers, “Yo, just tell us what you want and give us Hyosung back.”
Daehyun snaps his fingers and when two others appear, dressed in black, he tells them to escort the trio to where the hostage is held. Seeing as they don’t have any other option, Yongguk, Youngjae and Jongup reluctantly follows.
They come into a dark passageway, where Daehyun disappears and leaves the trio with the silent men in black. Each of them eyeing each other, they take in their surroundings, making sure they know what to expect. One of Daehyun’s men was at the front of them, while they were in the middle, in a single-file line and the other man was behind them. Jongup found it uncomfortable. Please let us not die today, amen. He silently prays.
While Jongup was too busy being out of focus, Yongguk turns his head to look at Youngjae and with their looks, they make an agreement. Showtime. Yongguk, in one swift move, grabs the figure in front of him in a neck hold, and then snaps it. At the same time, Youngjae grabs Jongup and pushes him out of the way towards Yongguk before holding the other man’s head and bringing it down rapidly against his own knee. Hearing the crack of the skull and thuds of the bodies against the ground, Jongup shuts his ears and blinks, dazed.
Yongguk starts running. Youngjae grabs Jongup’s wrist and pulls him, following after Yongguk, “You alright? Sorry I had to push you, didn’t want you getting hurt.”
Jongup gives a nod. “No sweat. But how come I wasn’t included in this butt-kicking session of yours? I could’ve kicked some-”
“Maybe next time,” Youngjae interrupts. They come up to an open space, with nothing but a chair in the middle and light seeping through the windows, revealing the person sitting in it.
Yongguk leaps at the sight he sees through a wide clear window pane, “Hyosung!”