𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 / BTS (OT7) x Reader

REARVIEW MIRRORS ARC

— Fucking internet is not charging.

Alpha slaps the lid of the laptop closed.

— I know... For like 15 minutes already. Whatever you wrote won't be saved.

RM answers from the opposite side of the desk, his laptop is already closed. He's arm-crossed, looking at the roof now, a few seconds ago he was staring at Alpha, but now that she's paying attention to her surroundings, he can't stare.

— Why didn't you tell me, then?
— You seemed concentrated on your report. Didn't wanna bother. — He chuckled.

— Fuck you. — Alpha took a sip of the cold coffee that she forgot about two hours ago.

— What were you working on, though?
— Some cases I chose to waste time in, you know... I'm a lawyer too. — She took another sip. — And you?

— Remember the place we found to build our new HQ? — RM asked and Alpha nods. — I'm making the list of specifications for the construction, you know... underground floors, a private parking lot, the engineering lab Suga needs... things like that.
— Oh...

— Alpha?
— What is it?
— When are we going to check all of those places we got to know about on our last mission?
— The mission where you stabbed your hand?
— Ugh... — He rolled his eyes. — Yeah, that one.
— Well, I was thinking we should start next Friday or so... We've had too many days without action. Come look at the new list of places I think we should visit.

She started the laptop again as RM gets behind her chair and when the screen shows the list Alpha talks about, he bends over her shoulder to get a better look at it. The proximity makes Namjoon's heart pace start to raise but he plays it cool, the little distance between them doesn't bother any of them.

It's been three months since Bangtan moved to Alpha's lent HQ and since then both leaders have been working together, building a bond they're not aware of even though they already call each other by their first names.

— What's "The Cage" and why would you want JK and me to go with you? — Namjoon turns his face to look at Alpha.
— That's the brothel the Russians buy girls at, we three need to visit it. — Alpha turned her head as well, meeting Namjoon's flaming eyes.

The proximity was no problem for them, but again Namjoon feels this rush of adrenaline in his body so he chooses to straighten his posture.

— How do I convince JK to come to the mission?
— I can do that.
— No, no. I really need him to agree to do whatever it takes to get the information, so I need to make him agree. How do I do so?

— Y/N, what is this mission about?
— You don't wanna know, Namjoon. Better tell me how to convince him.

They stare at each other for some seconds before Namjoon surrenders.

— He's been saying that he wants to fight with you again. Just to... you know, clean his name.
— So fighting with him is the answer? I'll get the arena reserved for us tom-

— No. — Namjoon gave a step closer to Y/N. — I know you'll win again against him and he wants to get his ego back if he loses again in public...
— I know where you going. — She rolled her eyes. — Where's he then? At the gym downstairs?

— Yeah... He's always there, why?

Alpha started to walk towards the door.

— Y/N?
— I'll need some sportswear, don't wanna stain my skirt... Do you have something I can borrow? Because here are only Lambda's clothes and those won't fit...

— You're planning to fight him right now?! — Namjoon chased for her wrist to stop her from leaving.
— Yeah, why not? — She answered nonchalantly.
— He, well... more like... Be careful.