"Power to the women who are venom."
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A rivalry between a secret anti-government organization and its deviant counterpart; will seven boys and a girl lead justice to be served?
2034 has brought upon the presidency of Allison Diggory, a woman both l...
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Frustratingly, Yoongi fiddles with his sleek black tie. It sits fumbled upon his white button up shirt, matching black coat over his shoulders. He just put on his tuxedo, and now, he's struggling to fix his tie.
"What—the—fuck," he manages out amongst his difficulty, moving his hands around rapidly in an attempt to get his tie straight.
"Need some help?" a baritone voice rumbles cooly, and Yoongi freezes when he feels a pair of hands placed upon his shoulders.
Slapping Taehyung away harshly, the blond steps back wildly to glare at him. Realizing it's just him, he reluctantly lowers his guard, stepping away from the man with a sneer.
"I don't need anything from you," he snaps.
"All that time spent stealing from the rich, yet you still don't know how they fix their ties." Taehyung sighs, remaining so calm that it irks Yoongi. Yoongi's bedroom is cool in temperature, and like the others, is rather simple regarding furniture.
The blond assassin stands in front of his dresser's mirror, and apparently, he must've forgotten to shut the door considering Taehyung was able to slip in without notice. Grumbling curses at the man to himself, he returns to his previous jumbled state, messing with his tie.
It's the night of the big mission, and Yoongi just admit, he's worried. The pre-dinner party, despite its small complications, for him, was generally a breeze. Along with that, it was a small, private gathering meant to only hold a few people. Even then, there was still a lot of people there.
"We're not gonna pull this off," Yoongi grumbles under his breath, directing it to himself, but he must've forgot Taehyung is in the room since he chuckles deeply.
"Giving up so soon?" he hums. "Was it not you who was so eager to join us for the sake of your job?"
"Yeah, well I'm getting paid bank for keeping her safe," Yoongi replies. "Not that it's any of your business."
"You don't have to hide anything from me, Min Yoongi," Taehyung assures gently, but Yoongi is aware that his docile tone of voice is nothing but fake. "I already know what that old woman has been up to. I have connections."
Yoongi stops in place, hesitantly responding. "She cares about her, at least I know that."
"Why do you care if she cares about her or not?" Taehyung questions, sliding up to the mirror next to Yoongi and pretending to adjust his own tie.
"I don't," Yoongi lies straight through his teeth, fixing his tie even more aggressively. "I don't care about [Y/N] or that old ass lady."
"Whatever you say." Taehyung smiles, bringing his large hands up to mess with his parted, slicked hair. He also wears a tuxedo as does Yoongi and the rest of the R.I members. The only one of you that'll stand out is you.
