Taehyung finally departs, heading towards the bus stop.

Jungkook grabs my hand. I've been longing his proximity for so long that his tight grip doesn't startle me.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yes," I lied.

We enter the vehicle and he doesn't let go of my hand for the entire car ride. I wanted to ask where we were going but I was too scared to say anything.

I felt immobile with the impending doom of the gang responsibilities upon me.

"It's late so we only gotta do one thing, tonight..." Yoongi mutters from the front seat.

I gulp. Shouldn't be too bad, right? They wouldn't start me off with anything too morally difficult?

We park in front of a building. I couldn't really make it out because it was really dark and the sign was facing away from us.

The driver asks, "The other guys will be here, right?"

Jungkook checks his phone. "Yeah, 2 minutes. Okay everybody get dressed!"

"Dressed? We're already wearing clothes!" I point out.

Yoongi snorts. "Oh darling, we're not even close to being dressed."

Jungkook lets go of my hand. "What you're about to see soon might freak you out. But just try your best to stay calm. Okay?"

"Oh-Kay?" I respond slowly. Within seconds, he begins placing gloves on my hands and gives me a mask.

"Put this on," he instructs.

Even though I have an idea where this is exactly going I still had to ask. "Why?"

"Just do it," he pleads.

"Fine." I put the mask on, reluctantly.

It was bright orange and decorated with rhinestones and feathers. Looked perfect for a party.

We exit the vehicle. Everyone starts walking towards the building but I was too scared to.

Someone places their hands on my shoulders. I turn around to see who it is.

"Cmon, Y/ n. Let's go. You wanted to be apart of this, right?" Namjoon smirks, tightening his grip.

I bite my lip. "Uh, yeah absolutely."

"Absolutely what?"

"Huh?"

"It's Namjoon. Sir Namjoon to you. I'm the leader of the Bangtan Boys remember?"

I raise my brow. "But I've never seen Jin or Jungkook or any other member call you Sir-"

"Well I demand for you to call me that. As a new member of the Bangtan Boys. I demand for you to call me that," he growls.

I roll my eyes, not wanting to argue. "Fine. Sir Namjoon."

"Better. Now let's get going. We're gonna have a lot of fun," he giggles.

Okay, weirdo.

We stand in front of the building with our costumes on. It's embarrassing but I lower my gaze. I'm too scared to see what's before me.

I finally open my eyes.

"We're in front of a bank? So we're gonna deposit something?" I hopefully ask. I really wanna live with no sins, man...

Yoongi places his hand below his chin. "I think we're about to withdraw..."

"Oh, god..."

Namjoon dials a code into a panel and the door opens.

A security guard bows to us as we walk in. He doesn't even seem phased by the masks on our face and treats us like regular customers.

Strange...

We finally enter and I observe our surroundings.

Namjoon claps. "Banking over. It's party time!"

People turn towards us and look at us like we're weird. They then resume to their previous activities.

"Aw, you're ignoring us..." Namjoon clicks his tongue in disappointment.

"Will you ignore us now?" He takes out a gun and points it above us. He pulls the trigger and a loud boom fills the entire area around us.

Shaking, I look up and there's a dent from the bullet in the ceiling.

People scream. Some fall to their knees, clasping their hands together. A woman is crying in the corner.

An employee seems to be doing something under the counter, but Namjoon points the gun at him.

"Not so fast. You contact anyone and I'll shoot a bullet through every single person's brain in this bank! You hear me?" Namjoon yells.

The employee's eyes widen and he shakes his head. "I won't! I'm so sorry. P-Please don't hurt me!"

"No promises there." Namjoon smirks. "Everyone drop your belongings and put your hands up. Immediately!"

People instantly follow his instructions, their bodies shaking and eyes wide with fear.

Not registering the entire situation, I also follow Namjoon's demand and put my arms in the air.

"Not you, stupid!" Hoseok whispers next to me, nudging my shoulder.

"Oh yeah." I put my hands down and sheepishly scratch my head. I don't need to. Duh, I'm apart of the gang.

I look next to Hoseok and observe the other Bangtan Boys.

Everyone's eyes lacked depth and emotion... they're unamused. Desensitized to the madness. Like it was apart of their everyday life.

I finally look at Jungkook. Unlike mine, Jungkook's mask covered half his face.

His eyes give a glassy appearance... he seems bored. Does the events around him really not contain any shock value? Or was he just pretending and hiding how he was really feeling?

Namjoon aims the gun at another employee.

"We want ten million US dollars."

"T-ten million? But sir, how will you exactly carry so much cash?"

"Glad you asked." Namjoon smirks. "C'mon boys!"

The doors open and a dozen of men dressed in black carry suitcases inside.

"Fill her up!" Namjoon commands.

"I-I don't think we'll have that much money," the employee stutters.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Please stop lying. We know you put the real cash in the safes in the backroom."

The employee doesn't further argue and accepts the fate of the bank. "You're right. I'll go retrieve it."

"Of course. My men will accompany you," Namjoon demands. Hoseok and the other men in black follow the employee towards the back.

"Everyone- keep your hands in the air!" Jin reminds everyone.

The Bangtan Boys walk around the premises of the bank, ensuring the other employees and customers were following instructions.

"Hands in the air!" Yoongi yells at someone.

I turn around and am horrified to find he's pointing at some elderly woman.

"Please I'm just tired-" she begins to explain.

"Shut up, old lady!" He aims his gun towards her.

She raises her arms up, tearing up while doing so.

I couldn't stop myself from saying something. "C'mon, dude. Be reasonable!"

"What's reasonable is for you to shut up and know your place," Yoongi spits.

I raise my arms up. "Damn, Yoongi."

Jungkook stands protectively in front of me. He looks like he's about to yell at Yoongi but stops himself. Instead, he speaks in a quiet voice.

"Sorry, bro. She'll stay in her lane, next time."

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "She better."

Jungkook holds my hands. "Look, I know this whole situation is beyond crazy..."

"To say the least," I honestly reply.

"But now is not the time to play hero. This isn't a joke. I don't want you to get hurt. Just watch and don't participate. Okay?"

I take a deep breath. "Okay."

"And by the way, stop calling us by our real names. We have code names during operations."

"Code names?"

He steps towards me, his mouth near my neck. God, is he allowed to be that close?

"Namjoon's RM. Yoongi's Suga. Hoseok is J-Hope. Jin is Third from the Left. I'm JK," he whispers.

"JK? Like you're Just Kidding about all this?" I hopefully asked.

Jungkook rolls his eyes but then chuckles. "I wish. Remember, now is not the time to play hero. Alright?"

I repeat, "Alright."

Don't play hero, Y/n... I remind myself, as I join walking with the Bangtan Boys and monitor the scared customers.

I didn't have a weapon in my hand but the customers look away from my gaze and tremble.

I take a deep breath.

If nobody dies or gets hurt, this will all be fine in the end, right?

I repeat the mantra in my head like a madman, and for a few seconds I was able to calm down.

Until someone broke the silence.

"Why aren't your freaking hands up?!" The familiar, daunting voice screeches.

I whip my head around and Namjoon is pointing his gun at someone.

My view was obstructed so I couldn't see their torso. But as I got closer, it was clear they were holding something.

"I-I. I'm so sorry. I can't place my son down. He's only two weeks old!" A woman exclaims, clutching her child for dear life.

Namjoon gets closer to her. "So you're gonna disobey me?"

Please just place the damn baby on the floor!, I beg in my head, praying she would get the message telepathically.

But she's frozen with fear as he lifts the gun up towards her.

I gasp, afraid this was the last few seconds of the woman and her baby's life. Don't say anything, Y/n. You're just gonna make it worse.

No, I have to say something...

Someone stands in front of Namjoon's gun before my mouth opens.

It's Jungkook.

Namjoon groans. "BRO, can you move?!"

Jungkook shakes his head. "No. You're really gonna take the life of a woman because she won't put her baby on the floor? This is an unjustified response, even from you!"

The two brothers stare furiously with each other, both unwilling to move.

Jungkook finally says something. "How about we make a... compromise?"

Namjoon cracks his neck, standing still. "I'm curious. Continue."

Jungkook gestures towards the frightened mother. "She won't have to hold her baby... because I'll do it."

Namjoon doesn't seem convinced. "If you're gonna hold the baby, then who's gonna hold your gun?"

"She will!" Jungkook points at me, excitedly.

"I will?" I said a bit unsure, but it was too late for me to decide anything. He hands me his weapon and takes the crying child from the traumatized woman.

The baby shrieks even more and Namjoon seems even more annoyed.

"Make that brat shut up!" Namjoon demands.

"Don't worry. I got this," Jungkook says. He begins rocking the baby back and forth calmly, but the baby still shrieks.

Namjoon gets even more angry, aiming his gun at the woman again. "If you won't make the baby stop crying, I'll give it another thing to cry about!"

I observe Jungkook, wondering what he's going to do.

He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath and starts... singing.

"You make me begin..." Jungkook sings softly, as a beautiful lullaby and the baby instantly quiets.

I hold my breath, enjoying the majestic lullaby. I felt entranced with his spell.

I didn't know he could sing this incredibly well... What other talents was he hiding from me?

Within minutes, the baby is sleeping peacefully in his arms and Jungkook is lovingly rocking and forth the child like it was his own.

Namjoon massages his temples. "Finally. Some peace and quiet."

The Bangtan Boys (except for Jungkook) pace back and forth, aiming the guns at the customers and employees.

I also mimicked their movements but placed my finger far away from the trigger. I had no idea how to use a gun and I didn't want to accidentally shoot at anyone.

Hoseok finally arrives with the two employees. Men follow behind and carry the huge suitcases.

"Everything go well?" Namjoon asks.

"Boss, we got the cash!" Hoseok informs him and Namjoon smirks.

"Perfect! Let's go boys!" Namjoon yells, triumphantly.

"And girl," I correct him.

"And thing," Namjoon rolls his eyes.

No one got hurt today... Well, besides any bank account the Bangtan Boys stole money from.

I really thought we were going to get away with this huge crime.

Until I heard the blaring police sirens from outside.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry it took awhile to publish this chapter... there's a lot to explain in the story but im having trouble connecting the dots and making everything flow well.

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