i JUST woke up at 4:30 AM and got a big glass of dr. pepper and was excited to write and then sat down and fucking spilled it all over everything including my kylo ren sweatshirt and expensive bt21 mini backpack 😐 absolutely not

Yoongi ends the call while staring at me and he chuckles, irking me a bit because who the fuck just interrupted my sexy time only to make ME have to go do something.

"You're telling me I have to go run errands with you suddenly? What- am I going to push a shopping cart while you put food in it?" I whine and his expression doesn't change.

He walks up to me and I turn and sit up correctly on the bed, waiting for what he's going to say.

"No." He suddenly slaps my left cheek and then grabs my jaw, squeezing my cheeks together in one hand, "This is the true test to see if you're a good girl for me." He grins and I just stare at him with a blank expression, not expecting much, "You'll be going on your first mission with me and I can't even train you really before we leave.  You cannot be caught by this person as well. Think you can handle that?" He chuckles darkly and I start to get nervous.

"What do you mean? What are we doing and when? I know I said I don't need training but- "

"No ifs, ands, or buts. In one hour we will be leaving to go to the mansion of a very wealthy lawyer. Namjoon, another trusted raider who does his work through hacking bank accounts of higher ups and exposing them on the internet called me with an important task. Basically, this lawyer had gone to an evening party hosted by Namjoon's very close friend, Jackson Wang, and this lawyer who went ended up stealing precious designer jewelry and thousands in fine liquor and even went as far as to blame other guests." Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, clearly pissed off.

"Jackson is a good man that Namjoon cares a lot for so he's asking me to go in on a mission and steal everything back. And no, calling the police won't help because it's rumored that he has payed them off before and is in cahoots with many of the higher ups. He is so wealthy and has so much status that he could have someone easily get rid of us if needed, same with Jackson so that's why he needed someone so skilled to go in undetected just to get his stuff back. So basically, you Miss Y/n, will be my accomplice." He smirks, going and grabbing two black face masks and other things he'll need from his closet.

I stand up and mentally walk myself through what all he just blabbed to me, still with no pants put back on.

"Can I steal from his kitchen?"

Yoongi looks to me with a blank expression and I just stare back.

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"S-sure?" He says slow and unsure, "Only if you have gloves on and don't eat it there I guess."

"Okay, Big Daddy, I'm in." I sling my left arm around his shoulders, "Do I get a gun? Or do I get to use my throwing knives? OH- I should be given a bottle of poison just in case because you never know when- "

Yoongi gently takes my wrist in his hand and removes my arm from around his shoulders and then turns to me, "Guard Dog. That's what I'll be calling you during the mission and no, I will not give you a gun or poison because you'll end up killing yourself within minutes. Yes, you're going to help but you'll mainly be on look-out duty for me." He flicks my forehead and I smack his hand away, "You will be allowed to take the throwing knives but I need to quickly see how well you can throw those specific kind just so I know your skill level for tonight."

"Will you be the target? I promise I won't kill you, only throw them around your body outline like how they do at carnivals to people who are strapped down to those big turning wheels." I motion for him to move aside and I start going through his closet.

"No."

"Your loss, it'd probably make you horny knowing how sadistic you are. Hey, come help me pick out an outfit for my debut as a bad guy. I was thinking something sexy in case people see me and I get famous like Batman or- "

He pushes me aside and quickly grabs a few pieces of black clothing from his closet and dresser. He tosses it to me, it landing in my arms as I stumble to grab it all. I hold up each item, black tight fitting pants and a tight black long sleeve shirt as well as some type of tight fitting vest.

"So we're wearing vests now? I feel like that's out of style actually- "

"It's a bullet proof vest." He sighs out, "I swear your stupidity is going to get us caught or killed. If you fuck up, I'm leaving you behind." He turns around and pulls his shirt off, exposing his pale and toned back that has multiple slash mark scars on it.

I scoff, "You think I would get us caught? Did you forget who I am?" I raise an accusing brow at the back of his head and he looks at my reflection through the mirror that he's facing.

He chuckles and I just narrow my eyes at him, "And who exactly are you then?"

I walk over to him and turn him to face me.

I stare at him with a serious expression, "Someone who takes risks no matter how high the stakes are. I will beat you at your own game and become even better and more skilled than you." I grin before walking back to where I was near his bed and strip, changing into the clothes that he gave me.

(Of course, please imagine yourself and your own body type/skin tone. This photo is strictly to show the type of outfit!)

He scoffs a couple times, processing what I had just said, "Sweetheart, you fuck up even once and you're done for. Just do as I say and follow my orders when we go in."

I roll my eyes, "I'll probably be the one to save your ass." I mutter to him, not knowing just how much weight my words would hold in a few hours.