Doubt // You Zhangjing
- summary: Being a member of a gang is difficult, but to infiltrate a gang is the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do
- pairing: zhangjing x reader
- spies and gangsters m.l | masterlist | request / be my friend
- warning: this is a gang/spy au so there is violence depicted; if you’re sensitive to that, don’t read this
As you sat at your desk reading through the pages that cluttered your space, someone suddenly threw a file in front of you. You looked up to see your partner Zhangjing standing in front of you.
“We got a new assignment,” he said and pointed at the file. “Memorize it and then shred it.”
You just nodded and opened the folder up. You scanned over the names and faces before you, committing all of them to memory. You knew that every single piece of information in the file would be important, so you meticulously went through every plan, blueprint, and detail.
Hours later when you were confident that you knew everything, you tossed the file into the shredder next to your desk and went off to find Zhangjing. You found him in the training room kicking one of the punching bags, sweat dripping down his forehead.
“Do you ever stop working out?” You asked, leaning against the door frame. Zhangjing looked up from the punching bag and shrugged.
“If I work out, then I can eat whatever I want,” he said as he took off his boxing gloves. “Are you ready?”
You nodded and Zhangjing followed you out of the training room. You headed to the boss’s office and finalized the details of your plan. With a quick change of clothes, you and Zhangjing were in a car headed to the other side of town.
“I love stake outs because it means we get to eat stake out snacks,” Zhangjing said and danced in his seat. You removed one hand from the wheel and smacked him with it.
“You do realize we have an actual goal right? We’re not here to eat snacks and enjoy the scenery.” You pulled the car over to the side of the road, parking in the shadows so you would be hidden.
“Yeah I realize that idiot,” Zhangjing rolled his eyes and reached into his bag, pulling out bags of chips and candy.
“You also realize that eating that shit is going to clog your arteries and drag down your endurance?” You just shook your head at your partner, wondering who though you would make a good pair. You guys worked well together when it came down to the wire, but in instances like this, the silence was filled with bickering.
“Let’s just watch the entrance and let me eat my snacks in peace,” Zhangjing opened a bag of chips and settled into his seat. He offered the open bag to you but you declined, not wanting to get crumbs on your clothes. For this to work, you had to look impeccable.
3 hours and 40 pain staking games of 20 questions later, you had run out of celebrities for Zhangjing to guess and patience left to sit in the car any longer. As if by some miracle, you watched as your targets walked through the doors of Club Tian.
“Let’s go,” you said and opened your door. You stepped out and used the windows as a mirror, readjusting your dress and the gun hidden in the holster on your thigh. Zhangjing followed suit, brushing the crumbs off of his shirt. As you fixed your hair, you looked Zhangjing once over. You quickly fixed his collar to make it straight and nodded to him, the signal that you were ready to go.
The pair of you crossed the street and slipped into the club, making it past the bouncer easily. Once you walked inside, you were hit with the stench of alcohol and music blared in your ears. You pointed for Zhangjing to cover the left side of the club while you searched the right side.
You made your way through the club, analyzing every one you passed in search of your target. It was easy to slip through the crowd unnoticed, part of your training. Once you neared the back of the club, you spotted your target slipping through a curtain into a back room. You whipped around to find Zhangjing, only to see him already making his way towards you.
You got as close to the curtain as possible and peaked through a crack in the material to search the hall. From your research you already knew there were no cameras in this part of the club, but you were sure someone would be coming by eventually.
When you determined that it was safe, you slipped through the curtains and silently made you way down the hall. Zhangjing crept past you and pressed his ear to a closed door. He motioned for you to keep a look out as he listened.
When you heard footsteps coming in your direction, you grabbed Zhangjing’s arm and yanked him off the door. He stumbled a bit before he broke into a run, dragging you behind him. The sound of your shoes hitting the floor definitely alerted whoever was patrolling of your presence, as the footsteps sped up towards you.
Once you made it through the curtains, Zhangjing pulled you against the closest wall he could find. He pressed his body close to yours, shielding your face from sight so that you could see if anyone was following you. Despite all your training for situations just like this one, you couldn’t help the frantic beating of your heart. Whether it was from almost being caught or from being this close to Zhangjing, you weren’t sure.
After you made sure that no one had followed you out of the back, you let out a sigh and relaxed. That is, until you scanned the room and made eye contact with someone from the YH Family. You recognized him from your files as one of their “muscles” or in layman’s terms, their security.
“Fuck Zhangjing, one of the Family is coming over here,” you mouthed to him. Your mind was going blank at the thought that you guys might be caught.
“Don’t freak out,” he yelled over the music. You were about to ask what he meant when he pressed himself close to you again and kissed you. If you thought your heart beat was frantic before, now your heart beat was going at the speed of light. You told yourself it was because you were about to be compromised, but it didn’t help that Zhangjing’s hands had slid down to your hips. His lips tasted like the sour candies he was eating in the car, and you swore if you could get intoxicated by sugar, you’d be drunk.
When he broke the kiss to whisper to you to check if the guy was gone, you could barely hear him over the blood rushing in your ears. You glanced over his shoulder and nodded.
“We need to leave,” Zhangjing grabbed your hand and pulled you off of the wall. As he led the way out of the club, you scanned the club one last time, but you couldn’t spot any members of the YH Family.
Once you were safely in your car, you drove away as fast as possible, trying to put as much distance between you and that club as possible.
“Did you hear anything important?” You asked when the silence in the car was almost suffocating you.
“I couldn’t make out much,” Zhangjing said. You nodded and just kept your eyes on the road, unable to look him in the eyes. “The only thing useful to us is that they’re planning a hit later this week.”
“Did you hear on who?” You asked as you checked your rear view mirror to make sure no one was following you.
“They didn’t say.” You pulled into your parking spot and got out of the car quickly. In the cool night air you felt like you could breathe again.
“Let’s try and gather intel on our own tomorrow and see if we can get anything,” Zhangjing suggested.
“We can cover more ground that way, good idea,” you agreed and all but ran to your room.
As you ran over the night’s events in your head, searching for any thing you might’ve overlooked, you couldn’t help but feel the blood creeping into your cheeks when you thought about Zhangjing kissing you. You knew that he only did it to save your asses from being discovered, but it still made you wonder.
A week had gone by and you had gotten nowhere. You’d gathered nothing of importance, and neither had Zhangjing. Not that you heard that from him since he was avoiding you. His current form of communication was telling the boss and then the boss telling you.
By the end of the week, you were about to give up because you had made no progress. That is, until Zhangjing burst into your room and said he found the YH Family headquarters. You literally threw your laptop on the floor and scrambled after him to the car.
As Zhangjing drove, following a tracker on his phone, you felt your hands shaking as you loaded your gun. You clenched and unclenched your fists and then wiped the sweat from your palms on your pants.
“You nervous?” He asked and looked over at you from the driver’s seat.
“We’re literally walking into enemy territory blind,” you sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “All we know is basic intel which could be completely wrong now.”
“Do you trust me?” Zhangjing asked. You nodded, feeling his eyes on you.
“Then don’t doubt us,” he said and placed a hand on your thigh. “We’re the best team; otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent us. Just focus on our goal, get in and get out.”
You shook out your hands and took a deep breath before exiting the car. Zhangjing typed furiously on his phone before throwing it back into the car and slamming the door.
He walked towards the “abandoned” silk factory and spotted an open window on the second floor. Just like clockwork, just like in your training, he lifted you up so that you could pull yourself through the window and waited for you to drop something for him to climb up.
Once he was safely inside, using hand signals, he led the way through the building. You reached the targeted room quickly, thanking god that your intel was good. Just like they said, there were no cameras in the hallways, but instead they used microphones to monitor sounds. Stealth training made you silent, allowing you to easily move.
As Zhangjing pressed his ear against the door, you stood guard, watching for any members of the YH Family that might pass through. Your mind wandered back to the club, where you’d been in the same situation; you pushed the thoughts out of your head, not allowing yourself to be distracted when you were in such a tense situation. When he determined it was clear, Zhangjing twisted the door knob slowly and pushed the door open.
When you saw your target tied to a chair, knife wounds visible from the red cuts in her shirt, you rushed into the room. She looked up at you, eyes barely open.
“Hurry,” she whispered, “coming back.”
You felt your blood run cold and with shaky hands, you untied her. Zhangjing wrapped her arm around his shoulder and supported her by the waist to allow her to stand.
“Go. Now,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as if she had been screaming for days. Zhangjing went first, backtracking to get back to your exit. You followed closely behind, watching your backs from anyone who might see you.
You heard distant voices, and you quickly realized that YH had figure out that their hostage was gone. You pushed Zhangjing faster as your heart beat began to speed up.
“Hey!” You heard someone shout from behind you. You pulled out your gun and watched them fall to the floor, taking a deep breath as you realized what had to be done.
“Go, get her out, I’ll be right behind you,” you said and turned to Zhangjing.
His eyes widened in fear and he shook his head. “You are not sacrificing yourself,” he said and clutched your hand. From beside him, your injured associate was mumbling something that you could barely make out.
“We don’t have time to argue,” you said and grabbed Zhangjing by the collar of his shirt. You kissed him with as much force and passion as you could muster in your fear stricken state and then shoved him down the hall. “Go, follow the protocol, do not wait for me.”
Zhangjing looked back at you one last time before he ran out of sight. You felt your throat tighten, felt tears welling in your eyes as you realized that you might not see him again, and then remembered what situation you were in.
Pointing your gun at the lights in the hallway, you shot them all, plunging the hall into near darkness. The only light came in a small beam from a tall window half covered with blinds. You dashed down a side hall, pressing yourself against the cold wall.
You held your breath as you heard footsteps running past you down the hall in the direction Zhangjing had gone. You peered around the corner and shot your gun in the opposite direction to throw them off. When you heard all of them run past you again, you counted to 100 in your head and moved.
Outside, Zhangjing was clutching the steering wheel of his car, eyes trained on the open second story window for a sign that you were there, that you were coming.
“Go, it’s been 5 minutes,” his injured associate said from the passenger seat. “She said to follow protocol, we need to go.”
“She’s coming,” Zhangjing snapped, not taking his eyes off the window.
“You’re going to compromise us if we stay any longer. If she makes it out, she can hot wire a car and find us.”
“When,” Zhangjing glared at the woman next to him. “When she makes it out.”
Zhangjing squeezed his eyes shut, and even though it was killing him inside to do so, he turned on the car and threw it into drive. As he drove away, he stole one last glance at the window, holding on to a single shred of hope that you would be climbing out of it.
Inside the factory, you stepped out of your hiding spot and froze when you felt the cold iron of a gun pressed against your temple. All of your nerves were firing, and pure adrenaline ran through your veins. Every single muscle in your body was tensed, from your jaw, to your fingers clutching your gun, to your feet rooting you in your spot. You swallowed hard and shut your eyes.
“I’d put your gun down if I were you.”
