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“Okay Namjoon-hyung turn left up here!” Taehyung’s voice sounded throughout the car, modern technology.
“No, no it’s a right!” Hoseok’s voice this time.
“Not according to google maps it’s not- oh shit wait recalculating… My bad it’s a right..”
Yoongi groaned loud enough for Taehyung and Hoseok to hear him on the other end.
“We are firing one of them when we get back I swear.”
Both boys made sounds of hurt feelings and incoherent grumbles.
“Hyung that’s not nic-” Taehyung started to whine
“Fire Tae,” Hoseok interrupted
“What the fuck!”
Seokjin sighed “Both of you shut up or I will stop cooking for 7 and start cooking for 5! Now get us to the gala. My suit is starting to wrinkle.” He frowned and Yoongi patted his shoulder.
“Make a left, parking lot will be on your right you can’t miss it. Lots of people wearing freaky fucking masks right by the entrance, no cars throughout it though. No sight of him inside the building yet.” Hobi said before typing furiously, hacking into cameras around the inside of the event.
The event they were attending was a nonprofit organization ball. Black tie attire and masks required.
“You all know the rundown right?” Namjoon left the question in the air of the car for the rest to go on.
Jeongguk took the first stab, “We go in, act like we belong there while we scope out for Mingyu.”
Yoongi followed up, “Then I’ll blow something up to pull the people out of there, nothing too serious only a bit of C4 in a trash can.”
Seokjin picked it up after that, “In the meantime Jimin and Jeongguk are gonna go in as bodyguards, make sure everyone gets to safety. Yoongi and I will act like simple party-goers, and you go in as a waiter.”
“Joonie-hyung do you have the narcotic?” Jimin spoke up and Namjoon nodded.
The car pulled around back of the event location and into a deserted parking lot.
All except Seokjin, who was riding shotgun, stepped out of the car. Yoongi made his way to the driver’s seat and immediately rolled the window down.
“Good luck, not that you’ll need it,” Yoongi looked at Jimin, Jeongguk, and Namjoon.
“Try not to get hurt badly, I only know basic first aid and I don’t want to go to the hospital today,” the eldest called out to them, leaning over Yoongi a bit.
“Alright mom,” the youngest of their group muttered while the other two sighed and nodded.
Yoongi rolled up the window and drove the car to valet. The couple stepped out of the car and linked arms as they headed inside, masks pulled down but only enough to cover their eyes.
“Alright guys, comms are linked up so let’s get this show on the road!” Hoseok practically screamed into their ears but at this point they were so used to it, no one flinched.
The mission was simple. Assassinate some huge drug lord by the name of Mingyu and do it without a huge crowd witnessing it. So they went in under cover. Jimin and Jeongguk as bouncers for the gala so they could quickly and easily get people to safety when the whole thing was about to happen. Seokjin and Yoongi would be casual attendees, this way Yoongi could easily cause an explosion inside but also contained so no one was hurt, and Jin could pull the actual assassination. Namjoon would attend as a waiter, dropping a narcotic into a glass of champagne so Seokjin could make friendly with Mingyu and take him out.
“Careful with those god damn trays Joon-ah.. You don’t need to drop shit and pull attention to you,” Yoongi muttered as he spotted his younger across the floor, struggling to hold a set of glasses filled half-way with the bubbly alcohol, all balanced on a round silver tray.
Seokjin left Yoongi standing near a wall to go get them drinks.
“Hobi-ah what’s the status on you know who?” he mumbles on his walk.
“It looks like he’s… Where the hell is the glare coming from?” Hoseok looked around the room confused then proceeds to check different camera’s about the gala.
“Probably from a light?”
“Wow. Thanks Tae, would have never thought of that. What would I do without my genius partner?”
“Hoseok! Status!”
“Sorry hyung! Okay it looks like he’s hanging around the far left corner of the room. Think of it from walking in the main doors.”
Namjoon’s voice sounded over the comms “That’s the most logical spot, he’s less likely to be noticed and people naturally gravitate towards the right being that most people are right handed. That means there might be a deal going on tonight so just keep you eyes open.”
Grunts and sounds of acknowledgement were heard amongst them over the connection. Seokjin made his way back to Yoongi, two drinks in hand. However upon arriving he found that a younger woman was trying to hit on Yoongi. ‘Honey those shoes are not cute or practical.’ he thought to himself as he walked up to them.
“I brought you a drink babe!” Seokjin smiles a bit before planting a long and lingering kiss onto Yoongi’s lips. He’s jealous and Yoongi knows, he can feel Yoongi smirk against his lips. The lady blushed a bit out of embarrassment and awkwardly shuffled away in her very tall, impractical shoes.
“Can you plant the C4 on her?”
“While I’m tempted to, Taehyung made it clear no one gets hurt except Mingyu.” A slight frown from both of them. They hear the distinct sound of a rolling chair fall and Taehyung scream. Yoongi takes a long drink of his alcohol.
Jimin stands on the left side of the main doors, Jeongguk on the right. Both in pressed black suits and ties, just like all the other bouncers the have name tags. However their names don’t match up. Well, almost that is. Jimin’s reads ‘Hansol’ and Jeongguk’s reads ‘Jungkook’. Namjoon didn’t feel like arguing over the names.
“Can my fake name be ‘Jungkook’?”
“Jeongguk that’s your name…” Namjoon sighed already losing the battle.
“No no. Spell it the white person way. You know… J-u-n-g-k-o-o-k”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Oh! Can mine be V?!”
“Taehyung you aren’t even leaving the building for this mission, or any of them for that! Plus ‘V’ isn’t even a name.”
“I know but like it would be so cool to have an official code name! Like in the movies!”
Namjoon groaned and let the starry eyed boy keep the name.
The two boys stood at the doors, arms crossed and waiting for the que. Yoongi would signal roughly five seconds before he released the C4, just enough to prepare them to let out a swarm of people and to keep them contained. Jimin sat calmly on his side, slight smirk on his lips as he eyed Jeongguk from a distance. They couldn’t act cuddly right now, they had a job to do. But damnit if Jimin wanted to stare at his hot ass boyfriend in a nice ass suit, then he would.
Yoongi floated around near a trash can as he planted his small explosive.
“Bomb in place and ready to go, Taehyung I hope you don’t mind me using one of your family members as my detonation spot.” Yoongi snickered.
“Fuck you hyung.” Tae retorted but chuckled a little anyways.
Everything had fallen into place so far. All that was left was for Seokjin to get to Mingyu.