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Kim Taehyung x Black Reader ( Art Thief A.U) part 1

I shouldn't be surprised to see him here.

She should learn how to make her steps quieter.

I must admit, all-black suits him. It's really unfortunate what I have to do to the body under it.

We've played mouse and cat before, I just wish she would come from behind that wall already and show me if her moves got any better since the last time.  I  focus back on the task at hand as I wait for her to decide.

I look back at the front desk to see the new security guard they hired slumped against it in his chair. He starts to look more dead than just slightly unconscious, I don't even think I've seen any sign that he's still breathing since I got here. My anger begins rising at the still-occupied thief that's a few feet away. It's code in this line of work not to kill. yes, you have your few who use the excuse that they had no choice, but it never was him, he kills no one, his moves so smooth that he's already on the next flight out with a clean snatch under his belt before people even notice anything different with the paintings. I turn back to the tall male in black just as he reaches down into his bag. The museum is dark, and the lights from the city are the only illuminating source.  

He swiftly lifts the recent painting from its mount on the wall before placing it on the floor a few feet away from himself. I smirk as he walks to the other side of the wall before returning with a look-alike in his arms.  I asked in the beginning how people were able to make fake paintings look like the real ones, I learned the hard way, not to ask such questions. I was happy to get out of there alive that day, thanks to a certain someone. I frown as I remember that. 

 He begins screwing the painting in place of where the real one was. We were strangers, who became friends with too many strings just to end up enemies reaching for the top spot by the boss.  I realized later that he wants what I want. Out, and the only way to do that was to show that we deserved it. 

This leads us both here. This painting piece is the biggest job yet. The six bodies of knocked-out men greeting me in the darkness of other gallery rooms showed me that I wasn't the only one who knew that, but also showed me that someone did that to them and that someone was already inside. 

I sigh as I tighten the leather gloves around my hands before pulling out my own hand-made metal rod, the length of it perfect for his height and others who have or will get in my way. I come from my hiding spot as I begin walking toward him.

I can't control the laugh that comes out of my mouth as I hear the sounds of her zipping up whatever it is she is zipping, seems she has decided.

 I drop the bag I brought my tools in down on the ground. I thought for a second that she would change her mind, knowing full well she saw the slew of currently unconscious men as she made her way in here. She did always like things the rough way, maybe that's why we always clashed and challenged, maybe that's why  I started liking it because it was her. Crashing her heist jobs started to become an excuse just to see her. I laugh again at that as I finally face her.

" Is something funny?" I ask as I watch his shoulders continue to go up and down. He stops before turning around to me. It's only been a few months since I last saw him. I try to ignore the flip my stomach does at how beautiful he looks. Stealing never looked good until he came into the picture.

" Why of course!  You thinking I'm going to let you snatch my only way out away from me is hilarious, and besides," He walks until we are only a few feet away from one another. The street lights from outside illuminated his face and figure just right.

 
"We have had a few laughs together before, you didn't mind it then Y/n, what's changed?"

I rank my eyes over her. Seems she finally got that pattern of braids done that I told her I liked the last time we were together and not at each other's throats. No one should look that good while inside one of the most prestigious museums in Egpyt after closing time. I have to stop myself from grabbing her here and now, remembering sadly that right now we are supposed to be enemies.

 

I snuck in a breath as I start to grow more than ready to punch that smirk off his mouth. I'm having a hard time choosing if I should do so with my lips or my fist.

" Tae, unfortunately, it's the circumstances that have changed, this job has become a great itch and I'm tying to scratch it for the last time,  you know how it goes bear. "  

With a quick turn of my arm, I snatch the rod latched on my back out as I hold it out towards the side of me.

His smug expression changed quickly at the nickname I gave him thay night we stood on the rooftop of an abandoned building as we looked on at a heist that we were supposed to crash for our boss. 

" We can always make a deal you know, " I say as I secretly hope he says yes. I would really hate to add to the probably still visible bruise spots I had to leave on him the last time.

His eyes soften as he looks from my hand back up to my face. Licking his lips he snatches his jacket off exposing the tight black shirt that was underneath. Seems he has decided against that idea.

 My attention is shaken as I catch the necklace I stole for him hanging around his neck. He still has it? The sound of num chucks fills the air as he snatches them from their place around his hips before swinging them slowly in front of him, bringing me back to the situation at hand. I choose not to knock him out, I need him awake while on the ground so that I can ask him why he kept it this whole time.

 He swings the chunks as if he's playing with them as he continues holding that same unwavering eye contact that always told many unspoken things. 

" I don't  like deals, and I don't want to fight you bunny,"

" I don't want to fight you either, but you have what I need," I say as I tighten my hold around the rod in my hand.

" Then come take it, if you can of course."