Soft on the Inside || Minsung Mafia AU

6. The Infiltration

 Hyunho's troublemaker 👀👀

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Careful of the vigilant security cameras, Jisung, Chan and Changbin slipped past the gate of the SKZ headquarters. It was surprisingly quiet. They could hear a few murmurs from outside the building, but that was all. Maybe the coronation quieted things a little.

Chan pointed to the soft yellow light that escaped through the open window on the second floor. The other two got the message, and nodded back.

They crept up to the wall and Changbin laid his hand on the hard concrete, rubbing it slightly. "It's smooth," he whispered, turning to Jisung, who had brought along a hook and rope just in case.

Chan nodded at him, before running back a few steps and tiptoeing to look into the room. He gave Jisung a thumbs up.

The blonde, now in his mafia mode, pulled out a pleated rope and attached the hook on his belt with a quick loop. He stepped back and flexed his arm, before flinging it towards the open window. The hook flew straight in and landed with a soft clunk on the windowsill.

Jisung tugged on the rope slightly, ensuring that it was safely secured. He gave his members a thumbs-up, and hopped onto the rope. It might seem hard, but it really wasn't. Well, it did require some core strength. He adjusted his mask once again, and pulled himself up with his biceps, his black boots gripping the rough sides of the rope. Hm, is this how Prince Charming climbed up Rapunzel's braid? He thought to himself as he continued ascending.

When he got to the top, he grabbed onto the end of the rope and sent an okay sign to his two members. They clambered up quickly, and Jisung wrapped up the rope and attached it back to his belt.

Carefully, they lifted wooden planks and metal containers, making the least amount of noise possible. "Here," Chan whispered, pulling out a rolled up piece of paper. He cautiously laid it out on the dusty floor and examined it thoroughly, nodding at Jisung and Changbin, tucking the paper into a pocket in his baggy pants.

They continued flipping through the storage, plucking out a few more pieces of paper and notes of their bulletproof mask. The audacity, Jisung fumed, how could they just steal our idea like that?

Once they had turned the whole room upside down, they cleared all the documents that deserved a copyright strike, and placed the rest back to their original places.

"Done?" Changbin hissed. Jisung and Chan nodded.

Time to get out of here.

Chan and Jisung pulled out the guns from their holsters and Changbin slid out a small but deadly butterknife. Despite his large size (we're talking about muscle, not height), Changbin said that he felt more comfortable wielding a butterknife than holding a gun. Jisung couldn't understand why, but he supposed everyone had their own preference.

Chan first tested the handle of the door. It seemed to be locked from the outside. He pulled out the little metal scrap from one of his pockets and twisted it a little, manipulating the metal to form a shape that could fit in the lock. He stuck it in and twisted the knob open. The wooden door opened with a satisfying 'clack'.

Jisung peeked his head out of the door and scanned the hallways. He was always the first one to enter, since he was the most lean and agile, and could escape easily in the case of any danger.

One lone guard stood hunched by the door to the staff's dorm, but he looked pretty easy to take out, since his head was drooping in lethargy.

"One outside, not very strong" whispered Jisung, as he pushed the door wide open slowly, so as to prevent it from creaking. You never know.