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Namjoon hadn't been in the field in two years. He was nervous at the least.
And he was also nervous about Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin handling the computer system. He spent a lot of time building it up virtually. He would not appreciate them tearing down all his hard work!
Namjoon was basically damning Taehyung in his mind. How could the kid go and catch pneumonia? How dare he get sick before such a big heist? (No really, Namjoon was actually pretty worried about the boy with a boxy smile, he was one of Namjoon's best friends!)
But the show must go on as the saying goes.
"Hyung?" Jimin asked and poked Namjoon's cheek, bringing the older back to the present where he was sitting in his bed staring at nothing. Namjoon looked up, startled out of his thoughts, and saw the younger dressed in tight jeans, a basically unbuttoned silk shirt and hair styled to a perfect mess.
"Yeah?"
"Jungkookie is asking if you're ready," Jimin said and gestured to the earpiece in his ear. Namjoon nodded and took a deep breath.
"Of course, let's go."
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Seokjin was still the only one with a drivers license in their little group. They didn't mind. He was their official getaway driver. Just as Namjoon was the official hacker. And Jimin usually did the distractions while Hoseok, Jungkook and Taehyung handled field work. Yoongi pitched in where he was needed and slept the rest of the time away in their dorm. All of them knew how to fight though.
Their van was black and subtle for obvious reasons. They dropped Jimin off at the club where they knew the owner of the house they were robbing would be.
"Good luck, Jiminie," Hoseok said and leaned over with difficulty (because of his broken ankle) to peck Jimin's cheek. Jimin smiled and sent a reassuring look Namjoon's way.
"You too Hyungs, and Jungkookie," Jimin smirked and winked before waltzing off towards the club, the sway in his hips prominent.
Jungkook and Namjoon were sitting next to each other in the back seat. They were both wearing black hats, earpieces, black jeans and black sweaters. Standard burglar wear you know?
It wasn't a long drive to the person they were robbing and Namjoon's heart was speeding up with every second. He was really untrained, but he had the most experience of the field except for Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok. Since two of those were incapacitated and it was a two man job he had to pitch in.
Jungkook looked over to see the hacker twirl his hands nervously. The youngest grabbed Namjoon's left hand gently and intertwined their fingers, giving a reassuring squeeze. Namjoon looked up surprisedly.
"It's gonna be fine, hyung," Jungkook smiled and Namjoon took a deep breath, blushing lightly.
Jungkook marveled at the softness of Namjoon's hands and how their fingers looked perfect together. Namjoon's lean, tan and smooth hand against Jungkook's slightly bigger, more calloused hand.
He liked the contrast.
Jungkook looked up at Namjoon and observed him. His round face, the dimples that were usually there, thick pink lips and eyes slightly blue from the contacts. Jungkook found that he missed Namjoon's black framed glasses. The older looked adorable in those.
But Jungkook didn't mind his appearance though. The older looked sexy as hell in black. It was really different from Namjoon's usual fashion of big sized sweaters and comfortable pants that was useful by the computer. The black clothes were good for the field work though.
The van came to a stop. The three eldest members of their little crew turned around to face Namjoon and Jungkook. Seokjin leaned over to tuck Namjoon's escaped dirty blonde bangs into the hacker's beanie. Yoongi handed them both black gloves.
"You still remember the plan?" Hoseok asked imploringly. Namjoon nodded.
"Yeah," Jungkook confirmed, calm because this was basics for him. Namjoon shuddered though.
"You can do it, Nammie," Yoongi shrugged like it was obvious. Namjoon nodded, hesitantly, but it was still a nod.
"Yeah. Can you guys handle the computer?" Namjoon changed the topic instead.
"Sure. We'll be fine," Hoseok waved his hand dismissively.
"Great. Let's go, we don't have all the time in the world," Jungkook rolled his eyes, turned on his ear piece and opened the van, dragging Namjoon out of it with him.
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It was easy getting in. Namjoon had disarmed the cameras, locks and outer alarms before they left which made their break in much easier. The tricky part was finding the diamond they were stealing. It was worth millions. They were supposed to sell it on the black market after they collected it.
Jungkook took the lead as they carefully walked through the hallways of the mansion. The youngest was walking gracefully, effortlessly not making a sound while Namjoon struggled with the old wooden floor. After a while he figured that it really didn't matter how loud they were since the owner wasn't home anyways.
They were quiet as they searched, though the ear pieces were buzzing with energy. Jimin's transmission gave them deep bass music and seductive one liners while the hyung line's transmission consisted of small bickering and munching. Namjoon tried to block out the sound and focus on the mission.
"Hyung," Jungkook said softly, stopping to look at Namjoon. The older gave him a questioning look. "We should split, there are a lot of rooms left and I want to get out of here quickly," Jungkook said and shivered involuntarily. Namjoon understood. The house was very cold in all the wrong ways.
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After ten minutes Namjoon was frustrated. It shouldn't be so hard to find a stupid diamond. He longed for his computer and warm oversized sweaters. He wanted to go home and check on Taehyung.
As he opened his fifteenth door the ear piece shrieked. Namjoon winced and stopped dead on the spot. Then Jimin's rushed voice spilled over the ear piece.
"Abort mission, abort!" Jimin whispered frantically. Namjoon's eyes widened.
"Why?" Jungkook's voice asked quietly, urgently. Jimin's panting breaths could be heard over the ear piece.
"He's left the club with his bodyguards, he's on his way home," Jimin panted. Namjoon swore under his breath.
"Fuck. Hyungs, you have to turn on the alarms, locks and cameras. Otherwise he'll know something is wrong," Namjoon stressed.
"How do we do that?" Seokjin's frantic voice pierced the ear piece. Namjoon felt a head ache grow under his forehead.
"Oh fuck," Namjoon whispered. "We're so screwed," he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. Then he sighed and removed them. And fuck. He stared, open mouthed, at the diamond sitting in a glass case next to the bed in the middle of the room he had entered.
"Well fuck me," he uttered, stunned. "Kook, I have the diamond," he announced. The ear piece blew up in noise. Namjoon switched it to mute and walked to the glass case. He assessed the code and security system briefly before he unlocked it easily, the glass case slipping open. Namjoon was surprised that the task had been so easy. He grabbed the glittering diamond and smiled hugely, then he turned on the ear piece.
"Fourth room from where we split," Namjoon said and hoped Jungkook could find the way.
"Don't you fucking turn off the earpiece ever again, Joonie!" Yoongi's angry voice floated through his ear, worry prominent. Namjoon winced.
"I'm sorry. I had to concentrate to open the case. Now I'll walk you through how to turn everything on, okay?" Namjoon said. He got an affirmative and started talking them through the process as he looked around the room. Namjoon decided that it was the master bedroom. A closet on the left wall, a big bed in the middle, a bathroom door and a book case on the right. Of course the diamond case on the bed's left side too.
"Hyung," Jungkook exclaimed from behind him and walked through the door, continuing over to Namjoon. Namjoon smiled in relief and buried his face in Jungkook's shoulder as the younger encircled his waist with his muscular arms.
Namjoon had always found comfort in the younger. Something about Jungkook just drew him in.
"Okay, we did it!" Hoseok exclaimed triumphantly over the earpiece. Namjoon smiled into Jungkook's neck even more.
"Guys!" Jimin who had been quiet for quite some time spoke up. "I'm almost by the van. I saw his car enter the garage! You don't have time! You have to hide!" Jimin panted harshly, still running probably. Namjoon and Jungkook broke apart in panic. Damn.
"Okay, he'll probably check on the diamond first, we have to put it back," Namjoon said, mostly to Jungkook because the others weren't as important for now. They could handle themselves. "Then we'll hide. If we run now we'll get caught on cameras," Namjoon relayed calmly. Jungkook nodded in understanding. The front door creaked suddenly. Namjoon and Jungkook exchanged wide eyed looks. The hacker was quick to reset the diamond's case and put the precious stone back. They looked around the room as footsteps came closer. Jungkook suddenly grabbed Namjoon's waist and pulled the older into the closet on the left side of the room just as the bedroom door opened.
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Jungkook's heart was beating wildly. He pressed into the back of the closet and held onto Namjoon tightly. Jungkook had his arms around Namjoon's waist, fingers intertwined over the older's navel. Namjoon's backside was pressed into Jungkook's front, his ass pressing onto Jungkook's crotch. The youngest took quiet breaths. He hid his face in Namjoon's neck and tried to regain composure. The space didn't allow for them to move apart. Namjoon cautiously brought his hand up to turn off the ear piece. Then he reached back and turned off Jungkook's ear piece too, his gloved hands brushing over Jungkook's cheek comfortingly as he brought the limb down again. They stood stock still until they heard the bathroom door open on the other side of the room, the owner's voice floating into the closet. They couldn't make out what he was saying though. He was probably talking on the phone.
Jungkook's head swam with arousal as Namjoon squirmed against him, brushing his crotch.
"Hyung, stop moving," Jungkook exhaled in a pained whisper, it was almost inaudible, as the owner of the house was still close.
Namjoon abruptly stilled.
"What is it? Are you hurt?" The older asked anxiously and turned his head to look at Jungkook. They could barely make out each other's faces in the darkness. Jungkook's cheeks burned as he caught sight of Namjoon's face. He could only imagine kissing those lips.
Namjoon's eyes widened then.
"Oh," he shakily exhaled as he felt Jungkook's erection press against his ass. Namjoon quickly diverted his gaze, cheeks ablaze.
"I'm sorry," Jungkook whimpered, pathetically if he could say so himself. Namjoon's soft hand came to rest on Jungkook's intertwined hands gently. Jungkook's breath hitched in hope.
"It's okay," Namjoon whispered. And then they stayed quiet. Jungkook couldn't get his cock to soften. No matter how much he tried. The delicious swell of Namjoon's ass against his crotch was too distracting. He felt Namjoon shudder as Jungkook pushed his hips forward slightly.
They listened for a few more minutes as the owner shuffled around until they heard their saving grace. The doorbell rang loudly.
Jungkook wanted to cry in thanks. The embarrassment was so intense. As soon as the owner had left the room, Namjoon opened the closet door and grabbed Jungkook's hand firmly, fingers intertwined, before he led them out the door. Jungkook was surprised by the hacker's determination.
His erection was still pressing against his black jeans.
Namjoon ran down the hall quietly, listening as the owner's voice floated up the stairs, sounding annoyed. Another voice joined. Yoongi. Namjoon couldn't stop the smile on his face.
Jungkook tugged on his hand suddenly, and they stopped. Namjoon turned around to meet the flushed man's gaze. He saw the embarrassment in Jungkook's eyes and truly he was mortified too as Namjoon could feel the arousal all over his body from standing so close to the youngest in the closet.
"Window," Jungkook mouthed and nodded his head toward the wall on their right. Namjoon walked over to it and looked outside. It was a long fall, but they could make it. Namjoon scanned the area on the ground and saw that it was the cameras blind spot.
He wanted to yell in excitement, but managed to keep it in as Jungkook pushed the window open, sitting on the ledge and giving Namjoon a reassuring smile before he jumped. The hacker looked out and saw the youngest standing on the grass, looking up at the older already. Stupid muscle bunny, Namjoon thought bitterly but fondly. Always showing off.
He jumped down before he could hesitate. Strong arms enveloped his waist as he reached the ground and his arms wound themselves around Jungkook's neck on instinct.
"I've got you," Jungkook whispered as Namjoon looked at him, eyes wide in adoration.
The youngest promptly surged forward and caught Namjoon's pink gorgeous lips in a kiss. The hackers's lips were soft and inviting. Namjoon shook off his shock and kissed back with fervor. His cheeks were flushed by the time they broke apart.
"I want you, hyung. You're mine," Jungkook whispered and rested their foreheads against each other. Namjoon blushed and chuckled. Jungkook hugged him close.
"Sure. I'm yours," Namjoon agreed, dazed and happy.
"Yah! Losers! Get in here! You can have sex later!" A voice yelled quietly. Namjoon and Jungkook startled apart and looked over the lawn to see the van parked on the street, ready to drive. Hoseok was leaning through the window waving at them. Jungkook grabbed a firm hold on Namjoon's hand and they ran towards the van. As they ran Jungkook tossed Namjoon a smirk and teasingly said:
"We'll finish this later."
Then Jungkook remembered. He wanted to fucking slap himself.
They forgot the diamond.
But he thinks he gained something even more beautiful.