among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm [COMPLETED]

prologue

several years ago

South France

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There it was. His target.

He adjusted the grip around the binoculars, zooming into her, or rather her daringly décolleté dress, between the carved bars. No, he had to focus. He heaved them again, pausing on her partly-covered face instead. In a way it surprised him how calm she was, or so at least pretended to be, behind the lace mask hiding her eyes. 

She was sitting there in the throne-like armchair, hands resting folded on her lap. Her elegant white wedding dress neatly falling over her curves and legs.

The old man in front of her was talking with big gestures to his people. His short stature dressed in an exaggarrated embroided long robe while his handsand neck were covered in big jewels. He was talking so passionately and loud, demanding everyone's attention, that no one noticed her ring opening and her guiding it to her lips. Taking something out of it with her tongue.
A small white pill.

No one saw it. No one but him.

He smirked in his stash over the altar. "What are you planning, love?" he mumbled to no-one but himself.

With raising curiousity, the thief observed her standing up then when the old man looked at her. Slowly, she walked up to him only to suddenly pull him in by the collar of his long robe and kiss him passionately.
The young woman backed off then, smiling widely. Did she -?

The old leader laughed, stopping abrubtly then. Coughing. A fit of coughs, to be exact. He began stumbling backwards, laughing like a maniac in between of caughs. And then he fell and stopped moving. 

Everyone fell silent only for panicked voices to raise. His people rushed towards him, chaos breaking out. Chaos she used to retreat and make her way out of the altar hall unnoticed.

Sneaky, he thought and crouched to the back stairs, planning to follow the mysterious woman he bagen taking a liking on.
He ran along the upper corridor, soon hearing gunshots being fired from downstairs. Looking over the railing to the lower corridor, he spotted her pulling out a beretta from her décolleté and firing behind her at several guards who were close on her heels. Someone did notice her sudden absence after all.

"Dammit," he muttered. He couldn't let them get her before he could. He looked around, trying to find any way to distract them or blocking their way. His eyes falling on the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, conveniently lined up right above the downstairs corridor. They were all connected by a rope slung through all of them. And an idea immediately popped up in his mind.

He could already spot the armed men coming down the hallway, so he needed to hurry. He took his walter-ppk out from the holster underneath his blazer, amining and shooting at the chain of the chandelier in front of him. Not enough to make it fall, but enough to loosen it. His foot stepped on the railing then, hoisting him onto it to make it easier to jump. His hands grabbed the crystal chandelier and his body began swinging it back and forth, causing the chain to eventually break after all and the chandelier, too heavy to be held in place by the rope, rushed down. Coming straight towards the thugs, who were more taken aback by him yelling "Here I come!" with a wide grin than of the actual heavy glass chandelier coming straight for their faces. Hitting them spot-on and knocking them off.

"Phew, that was close," he exhaled and wiped off sweat from his forehead, "Now gotta find the cutie." However, the victory didn't last long since he could already hear more of their buddies nearing his position. With a dragged sigh, he rushed to the direction she had disappeared to.