You and the Inner Circle were in the foyer of the Manor, with more than three dozen of the junior Bangtan members flanking either side of the front doors. More men were stationed at each entry point of the house, as well as three groups of five patrolling the grounds. You stood between Suga and Jungkook, trying to keep your breathing steady and your heart from pounding right out of your chest. Before meeting here, each member of the Inner Circle had donned what Jungkook dubbed their 'working' outfits; all of them dressed in black, with sturdy black shoes or boots, and a Kevlar vest under their shirts or suit jackets.
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Jimin had even dragged you into the armory before coming here, grabbing vest after vest off of the shelves in an attempt to find one that fit your body. After discarding a few, you'd finally found one with a nice, snug fit, and the beautiful man had helped strap you into it. You shifted your weight, feeling the roughness of the vest scratching against your bare skin; you wore it and nothing else beneath your shirt.
Then Jimin had rushed you back to your room, pawing through your closet and finding an appropriate outfit. He'd tossed a long-sleeved, tight-fitting black shirt at you, followed by a pair of black skinnies with a nice bit of stretch to them. He turned his back while you changed, begging you to hurry, and when you were finished lacing up your knee-high black boots, Jimin took a long look at you and smiled. "Perfect."
You felt Jungkook's large hand drop gently onto your shoulder, making you jump a little. You were so tense, so anxious. He smiled down at you.
"Don't worry, Lucky," he said, "we've been through a lot worse than this." He pressed a Sig Sauer .22 pistol into your shaking hands, closing his around yours and squeezing gently. "We all know you can shoot, but you've never hurt anyone before, and none of us want you to start now. So only use that thing if it's your life or his, okay, Lucky? We've all got your back, we got you covered.
You swallowed hard and nodded, blowing out a shaking breath as the first reports of gunfire cracked, shattering the eerie quiet of the night. Jungkook's hand left yours to drop to the weapon on his hip, and Suga squeezed your arm before turning to bark orders at the men flanking the door. You gripped your pistol firmly and held it barrel-down, lifting your eyes to watch the commotion going on around you.
