through the walls

"He might scream." Namjoon warns, and Jimin sighs, biting back his grumble and shaking his head."I'll take him out and get the data. We're running out of time."He can hear the shuffle of Namjoon passing the mic to Jin to walk him through the data extraction as he wraps his hand around the doorknob again. In one swift motion, Jimin is diving forward in a roll, leaping to his feet -Click.Without halting the rapid dart or clicking of the mouse, Jeon Jungkook's left hand flies up and suddenly, Jimin is facing the barrel of a gun. He freezes, hands at his sides and eyes wide open in shock, breath catching in his throat, and through the camera he has nestled in his headset, Namjoon and Jin spot it and gasp, swearing lowly."No sudden movements, Jimin." Jin cautions, and in that moment Jungkook, who hasn't looked up once from the screen yet, glances up, and Jimin narrows his eyes at the big, shining eyes, the sheepish smile that dares cuteness, the apologetic mumble."Sorry, just one sec, I'm almost done."Jimin stares, bewildered. "What?"or, Jimin's infiltration mission is going well until their target's son Jeon Jungkook throws a wrench in their plans; or does he?