Double update since it was so long as one chapter
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"Follow me." Is all he says after we both put black combat boots on and I do so, but not without checking him out because GOD DAMN 🗣 does he look scrumptious in his black cargo pants, black turtle neck, and bullet proof vest.

We arrive at the fun toy room again, him grabbing two types of pistols and a belt with holsters on the sides. I watch as he puts it on and tightly secures the guns in the holsters at his hips and then he pockets the knife that he was just about to fuck me with.

"Here," He tosses me something black and leather and I hold it up to see that it's a garter belt.

I step through it like putting on pants, the two garters going snug around my upper thighs as I pull it up and tighten the belt around my waist. He hands me the holder full of the throwing knives that I had picked out earlier, remembering  that I had left them in his room so he must've grabbed them for me. I pluck each one out one by one and slip it through the small, stretchy bands on the outside of the garters, the knives pressed against my outer thighs creating easy access to them. He walks away for a moment and comes back with more of the same knives, making sure I have one in all ten of the stretchy bands with five on each side of me.

Yoongi grabs one last thing from a glass case in a corner I haven't been to, "In-ear monitors so we can communicate. Don't lose it, it's our only way of communication when separated. I will give you orders through it as well." He hands one small black ear piece that looks like an earbud with a small looping wire attached with a little clip on the end to me and I shrug it off, putting it in my right ear and clipping it to the back hem of the tight shirt so it doesn't fall off of me.

Yoongi looks me up and down and hums in approval, "Let's just see how good this little kitty can be, shall we?" He smirks and motions for me to follow again and I do so, us reaching a room that has a concrete floor and black walls that's full of workout equipment, punching bags hanging from the ceiling, target boards that have some knife marks in them, and an area with far away target boards to practice shooting guns.

"Impressive." I look around at all the cool shit this motherfucker owns.

"Stand here and throw at this board. We have ten minutes to practice. Start now." He ushers me to a target board with no marks, only red bullseyes and it sits on a black platform of about ten feet wide and long.

"Easy, my guy. Just watch the pro and try not to shit yourself." I grab out two throwing knives and take a deep breath in.

Yoongi stands there a little behind me and off to the side with a bored expression as I get a good stance and slowly practice the motions of throwing since I haven't done this in forever. I take a deep breath in and throw the knife, my eye right on the center red target. The room is silent as I watch it hit it.

I meant hit it with the wrong end of the knife.

The weapon hits the floor with a metallic clank and I just stand there and scratch my head.

"You fucking said you could throw good. What bullshit is this?" Yoongi runs a hand down his face, stressing the fuck out.

"Relax, let me try again." I wave him off and grasp my second throwing knife, getting ready to throw it again by stepping my right foot forward and squeezing the handle hard before moving my arm back and throwing as hard as I can forward.

He stays silent as I start to grin.

I look back to see his reaction to me hitting the center of the target head on. He pokes his tongue to his right cheek and raises a brow, slowly nodding and looking over at me.

I scoff at how he really didn't trust that I was good at throwing, "Now that's how I remember doing it."

I pull out a few more throwing knives and throw them fast, one after the other and all three hit relatively close to the middle.

"Does it move? Like in the crime movies when they throw at target boards that pop up randomly."

"Yes," Yoongi sighs, "It can pop up like in movies." He smiles slightly at my words, turning on the system, "That's what that black platform is for underneath it."

Four different target boards start popping up randomly at different times, different distances, and different heights. I feel nervous and pressured with him watching me since I've never tried to hit a moving target.

"I've never tried hitting a moving target before so don't judge too hard. Well, except for my friend but that was an accident."

"Get on with it." He stares me down, clearly needing to move on from this.

"Fine." I sigh out and get ready, leaving the knives in the little thigh holster bands so that I can take this chance to practice grabbing them out.

As targets randomly pop up fast, I swiftly grab out knives one after the other and throw as hard as I can at the targets. I can feel myself sweating as I realize just how hard this is if a target is moving so fast or sporadic. I miss three bullseyes out of my ten throws I made, a couple knives hitting right outside of the center bullseyes but it's close enough for a moving target.

"Good. That'll be more than good enough for this mission, nothing too risky should happen but it is a little different from what I usually do so I just want you prepared just in case." He starts walking and I follow him down a large stairwell that leads to the basement.

Cream colored walls surround us as we walk down a long hallway in the basement to a room at the very end. He puts in a passcode and opens the door as it unlocks, standing aside for me to walk in. An insane amount of technology surrounds us.

"Damn, you hack or something?" I raise my eyebrows and he hums a "mhmm" as he sits and starts typing something up on a large computer.

Images of the mansion pop up on the screen and he starts showing me the outside perimeters so I know exactly what it looks like and how to navigate it.

"This is the lawyer's mansion. Get a good look. There's one main door in the front, a door on the right side that leads to a garden, and two back doors that lead to the backyard, as well as four second floor balcony doors that you can only get to through the four bedrooms on that second floor. Remember that if you need to escape for whatever reason."

I watch as photos of the man pop up on the screen and I take note of his five foot nine inch height and medium build. I read his name on the screen.

Lawyer Ivan Anderson

Yoongi swivels around to face me, "This is our plan I'm going to explain so listen carefully. Ivan Anderson is a very well known and wealthy lawyer who travels for clients all over. He lives alone and has no pets. Do not touch anything without the spandex gloves I'm giving you and do not speak if possible. Never remove your face mask and do not take out your in-ear piece." I listen intently to him as he continues, "We will arrive in a few hours at his mansion. All security cameras will be cut by Namjoon and we will silently make our way inside by using the key code that he told me. Namjoon was able to hack into his security footage the night Jackson called saying he thought that man was the one who stole from him and low and behold, he caught Ivan Anderson placing the items in two medium sized security safes. We will locate the two safes that are currently in the master bedroom and leave just how we came in. I will take care of tying him up. When I give any orders, you follow them. Understood?" He finally finishes and I feel dazed at all of the information that was just thrown at me.

I take a deep breath in and nod, "Yes, I understand."

"Good. Let's head out." He says and stops by his room to grab a black duffle before we head to his black Lamborghini.

It's a simple plan, honestly, so why does it have to end up going so wrong?

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here's some memes and a double update as an apology for being gone a month