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Jimin's sleek black jacket hardly sends a glimmer of reflecting moonlight dancing across the damp lawn when he and Yoongi roll smoothly out of the van's open doors before Hoseok has even leveled parallel with the curb. By the time Taehyung darts out half a breath later to cut a perpendicular path through the elaborately carved hedges of the manor's sprawling garden, they're already dashing, lighting quick and absolutely silent, for the intimidating figure of the lavish estate looming above them. Their target, Choi Jiho, the corrupt politician whose been slowly siphoning the public benefits program funding into his own charters while every so often slipping generous incentives to the local governance to look the other way, is out of town for the weekend. Security isn't nonexistent, cameras littering the perimeter and bodyguards for his wife and son patrolling the exits and halls irregularly, but there's certainly nothing that could keep Bangtan from flitting in, obtaining their necessary evidence, and vanishing back into the dark.
"Perimeter's secure." Taehyung breathes into the earpiece just as Yoongi breaks away from Jimin to secure the back entryways, leaving Jimin to straighten his gloves with a grin before he launches himself at the drain pipe and in swift, fluid movement, climbs.
"Secure." Yoongi murmurs into his earpiece, and Namjoon hums into the earpiece.
"Hobi, take the van down one street west and park by the bins at the alley, I'll alert you when they're out."
"Got it."
"Wife is in bed asleep." Taehyung confirms, and Yoongi clips a moment later.
"Son is in bed asleep too."
"Namjoon, everything clear on your end?" Jimin breathes, and there's a rustling as Namjoon adjusts his displays back at headquarters, where he and Jin are monitoring and guiding them along.
"Clear." Namjoon confirms, and Jimin latches onto the window they'd agreed upon and ducks into the lattice shadow before he tugs the picks from his sleeve and makes easy work of the sleek lock and latch, easing the window up to roll across the sill and land lightly in a crouch, keen eyes assessing and focused.
Namjoon's sharp voice breaks into the silence. "Yoongi, guard deviating from the route, left wall by the fountain, intercept."
"On it."
Jimin tucks his picks away, rolls his shoulders and rises to his feet, padding to the door. Yoongi is more than a match for any of the cheap hired thugs Choi has strutting through his garden, and Jimin listens intently before letting himself into the hallway, recalling from the detailed plans the path to the study. The grand hallways and plush carpets are absolutely silent and still as Jimin flits down the hall soundlessly, and he reaches into his pocket cautiously and quadruple checks the flash drive Jin had pressed firmly into his palm hours ago. Internal servers, and backdoor access, and other terms Jin had muttered to himself when he'd spent hours working on the tiny device Jimin smoothes his index finger over now - the key to discovering all the details, exposing them, bringing everything down on Choi's thievery and lies.
"Taehyung, incoming the guard from the back garden, intercept before he becomes a problem."
"On it."
Yoongi clears his throat and Jimin flinches with his hand on the handle of the study, but Yoongi just whispers steadily.
"Double checked the bedroom, both asleep, house is clear."
"Going in." Jimin murmurs, and with a deep breath and a twist of the handle, he eases the door open fractionally, silently, despite his absolute certainty that the only two occupants of the house are asleep and the guards are secured, that there couldn't possibly be anyone in the office -
Jimin jerks to a halt, muffling a gasp, wide-eyed, and in an instant he's pressing himself flat against the wall of the corridor, hand flying to his earpiece and hissing hushed and urgent.
"You said the son was asleep!"
"The son?" Namjoon inhales sharply alarmed, and Yoongi and Taehyung are frantic.
"What the hell? He was asleep, he -"
"There was a heat signature, that's impossible, he -"
Jin interrupts harshly. "The street cameras aren't going to loop longer than another forty minutes, Jimin needs to be in and out now."
Jimin grits his teeth, considering. He certainly hadn't planned on incapacitating Choi's son, who he vaguely recalls being a few years younger than himself and who he's pretty sure was only adopted as a sympathy vote ploy - but he hears Namjoon's wry sigh and rolls his eyes in resignment.
"Jimin..."
"Yeah, yeah," Jimin grumbles, annoyed, "I'll knock him out and put him back in his room when I have the intel."
"Keep him in the closet or something until you're done." Yoongi warns. "We can't afford him suddenly waking up and running off before we have the information."
"How the hell did he make it to the office?" Taehyung whispers, sounding bewildered. "I swear I checked twice and he -"
"It's fine." Jimin interrupts shortly, then sighs and softens his tone. "You can make me noodles tonight and make it up to me."
Taehyung snorts but Jin exhales heavily and Jimin winces and nods to himself, straightens his gloves.
"He might scream." Namjoon warns, and Jimin sighs.
"He's on the computers typing at the speed of light." He bites back his grumble, shaking his head. "I'll take him out and get the drive in. 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.
"What? What's wrong?" Taehyung demands, panting, and Namjoon snarls.
"The son has a gun on Jimin."
"He what?" Yoongi growls, then abruptly, "Taehyung, the other guard is circling, I'll take the fountainside."
"On it." Taehyung swears, harried. "Jimin, do you need... are you -"
"No sudden movements, Jimin." Jin cautions, worried, 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?"
"Don't engage with him!" Namjoon hisses as Jungkook's free hand flies across the keyboard, the screen an indecipherable mess of windows similar enough to Jin's that Jimin tilts his head, trying to lean subtly closer. He straightens hastily when Jungkook's hand holding the gun directly pointed at him warbles slightly, assuming it's in warning, but the boy is just biting his lip, distracted as he types and clicks away.
"Jimin, do you think you can safely get the gun?" Namjoon asks tersely, and Jimin assess carefully, mapping out the scenarios in his head. Jungkook is very clearly not familiar with guns based on his grip, but even with Jimin's speed and Jungkook's distraction...
"I know you want to knock me out or something but just give me... hmmm... maybe 3 minutes." Jungkook murmurs. "You can tell your team, it's fine."
Jimin gapes at him in shock. He can't possibly know about Jimin's mission or his team, but - but then what did he mean? Regardless, it's clear Jungkook is aware he's in communication with someone external, so there's no harm in his reaching up to tap at his earpiece quietly, glaring at Jungkook when he smiles encouragingly at him before whirling back to his screens.
"He says he needs three minutes." Jimin mutters, and Yoongi's incredulous voice rings out mirroring his thoughts.
"He what? What the hell? Did he know we were coming?"
Jimin considers remaining silent for a split-second, but his adrenaline is still rushing and there's a gun between him and the data he needs and engaging with the doe-eyed mystery boy might be the way to get between those. "What are you doing?"
"What you were going to, extracting the data." Jungkook offers easily, and Jimin inhales sharply, hearing Namjoon chiding Yoongi and Taehyung to divert the delivery truck that has pulled into the driveway and could easily interrupt their plans.
Jimin can't help his shocked stare. "How -"
"How the hell -" Jin begins, but Jungkook interrupts with a little huff.
"Whoever's on your end needs to learn some shielding, he left the back end wide open when he originally accessed it so that - anyway, it's fine, I’ll cover his tracks for now and I can show him later."
Jin is spluttering in indignation in Jimin's ear, and even as Namjoon hisses a warning, Jin is switching Jimin's earpiece to speaker, making Jungkook jump when his voice issues from the speaker loudly.
"What the hell do you mean wide open?"
The gun waves through the air before Jungkook hastily steadies it, shooting him sheepish apologetic glance before he’s heatedly replying. “You can’t just build walls and assume you’re the only one with any go around!”
“You can if they’re locked and secure!” Jin retorts, and Jungkook stomps his foot, looking even younger when he pouts, and Jimin wants to roll his eyes.
“You lock them on the same exact secure pass as each other!” Jungkook whines. “Once I’m through one, what’s even the point of any of the others?”
Jin growls. “The point, brat, is -”
“Not to interrupt,” Hoseok bites in over the speaker, “but the whole point of the getaway car is not getting spotted, and the longer I’m idling here -”
“Knock out the kid and get the data.” Namjoon snaps, and Jimin glares down the gun Jungkook still has pointed at him as the boy sighs and turns back to his screens.
“Okay, okay, just a second.”
“Jimin.” Yoongi snaps, and Jimin rolls onto the balls of his feet, lithe and ready, considering the speed he can dive forward, can snatch the gun, can -
"Okay!" Jungkook announces brightly from the screens, turning and pushing out of the desk chair, stretching slightly and shaking out his hand, locking the gun onto Jimin. “Oh, I forgot. I need you to take me with you.”
“You what?” Taehyung snarls over the speakers, and Namjoon is heatedly demanding something but Jimin’s patience is thin.
“Why?” Jimin asks steely, and Jungkook’s carefree expression dims.
“There’s nothing for me here. I’m a shiny fake son to win votes, and I know you all know it.” The speaker is silent as Jungkook’s eyes fall to his feet, shame and sadness shining in his expressive eyes when he whispers haltingly. “You probably know what he's like when we aren’t on screen.”
There’s a hitching of breath in surprise, probably Taehyung, and Jimin finds himself clenching his fists.
“Namjoon…” Yoongi begins hesitantly, and Namjoon’s aggrieved sigh is loud and crackling.
“Just - we don’t have time for this, just get the data and the kid and get out, we’ll figure this all out later.”
Jungkook’s entire visage lights up when he beams, and Jimin almost feels himself flush at the sight, which is ridiculous, because he’s not affected by fluffy hair and sparkling eyes and cuteness, and he certainly isn’t endeared at all by the way Jungkook gestures him forward happily to the monitor, lets him snap the drive in.
“Look, have your guy check, the data’s all extracted and ready, we’re good to go!” Jungkook announces cheerfully, and Hoseok’s terse voice.
“Jin?”
“Yeah.” Jin confirms, sounding begrudging and reluctant. “Yeah, he got it all.”
Jimin slips the drive into his secure pocket, zipping it in carefully before turning back to Jungkook, who turns to face him, tossing the gun far too lightly into the desk drawer before sliding it shut, all the while his voice content and casual.
“Let’s go, I’m ready. The gun was never loaded, sorry to have scared you. I just -”
Jimin slams into him immediately, taking them both to the ground and rolling the boy roughly onto his stomach, yanking his hands behind his back and securing them with the harsh ziptie he has tucked into his sleeve before yanking him upright.
“Fine, fine, that’s fair.” Jungkook is panting, and Jimin yanks out a blindfold but Jungkook flinches away from him, pouting.
“Wait, please don’t cover my eyes, please. I haven’t been sleeping well, and my eyes hurt.”
Taehyung scoffs over the speaker. “We aren’t just going to let you see where -”
“I already know your headquarters are at the train station on fourth.” Jungkook pipes up, and the speaker goes silent as Jimin whirls around.
“How the hell - ”
“Security coming around the curb again in 4 minutes!” Hoseok snaps, and Jimin leaps into action, covering Jungkook’s mouth roughly with the blindfold before yanking Jungkook along, down the corridor and to the exit through the cellar doors they had pre-planned. Yoongi and Taehyung murmur through the speakers as they fly through the hedges to the extraction point Jimin ghosts toward, reluctantly admiring the soundless way Jungkook runs beside him, swift and agile. They pile into the van in a panting rush, slamming the doors closed as Hoseok peels away from the curb, and Jimin is debriefing with Namjoon while Yoongi and Taehyung fill in Jin on their findings and Hoseok flies around corners and Jungkook watches, eyes wide, awestruck.
When they do pull in to headquarters and Jimin tugs Jungkook in, he carelessly searches him for weapons, sighing when Jungkook rolls his eyes, then leans down to easily snap the bindings on his wrists with a blade, gesturing for him to walk ahead of them and snorting when Jungkook huffs. But Taehyung tugs Jungkook along, eying him suspiciously, and the moment they’ve reached the living room of their cramped hideout, he shoves him into a chair, leaning over him immediately.
“How did you know who we are?” Taehyung and Hoseok demand in the same breath, and Jungkook beams.
“I’m a fan. I follow your work, and I loved what you did to the whalers last winter.” Jungkook’s eyes shine admiringly. “And the takedown RM did on the west side bank! And Hope’s exposing the director of the cosmetic surgery last month! And I - I’m good with computers, and I’m kind of strong, and I’m - I’m smart, I learn fast and I think… I thought…” Jungkook’s big, sparkling eyes rove over them, then drop to his lap, cheeks flushing pink. “I thought maybe I could… could help.”
“Help with what?” Jin asks shrewdly from the corner
Jungkook grins up at them, wolfish, teeth bared. “I want to help you burn everything down.”
Jin laughs, high and bright, and Taehyung and Yoongi smile, turning to where Hoseok flashes a smirk at Jimin in the rearview mirror, all of them turning to where Namjoon stands above them, sharp keen eyes assessing. Then he’s grinning darkly, dimples etched in and eyes shining when he leans down to take Jungkook’s hand.
“Welcome aboard.”