WRONG TARGET // BTSxREADER

Part 1

I huff, staring at myself in the mirror, trying to wipe that bloody stain off my collar, it ain't a big deal really, I could just use a nosebleed as an excuse, but the blouse was brand new, I just bought it last month! My hands moved swiftly as I threw water on the mark, trying to get as much of the blood out as possible, knowing that it would leave a stain. Suddenly, knocking could be heard on the door, making me growl "Occupied!" I yelled, glancing at the toilet behind me, to be honest, for a train bathroom, it was pretty clean and quite modern, makes sense, cuz the tickets cost a fortune in my eyes. My irritation grew "Come on" I grumbled out, pumping out some soap before aggressively rubbing it into my shirt.

That one stain could blow my cover, for crying out loud, I actually tried this time to look my best for the job, I used my good shoes and even styled my hair, but that just ain't enough, innit? That fucking moron just HAD to explode. My irritation grew as I gave up, leaning against the sink. Calm down, Idiot, with this paycheck you'll get more than just a new blouse. My forever tired eyes stared back at me, I had a bitch face, that's for sure, but the dark under eyes made it worse this time, another more aggressive knock was heard, "Great" escaped my lips as I stretched and walked up to flush the empty toilet before washing my hands, trying to act less suspicious as I opened the door to be greeted by a pissed off woman "Sorry, 'bout that, ate a bit too much spice, ya know what I mean?" I chuckle, meeting her gaze.

The woman was draped in extravagant clothes and wearing a respectable amount of makeup, she looked pretty posh and kind of hot, what can I say, I have a soft spot for milfs. She didn't hesitate shooting me a glare, making me frown and look her up and down before moving out of the bathroom and staring at her back as she went in "Fucking prude" I once again mumbled, strutting back.

The interior of the train was well-lit, spacious, and comfortable. The seats were arranged in pairs or fours with plenty of legroom and ample storage space above them for luggage, and windows were large enough to let in lots of natural light while allowing passengers to enjoy stunning views of the passing scenery. Thank god, really. After that whole fiasco, I need a bit of quiet time. All in all, the interior of the train created a calm and serene atmosphere ideal for long journeys or quick city-hopping trips, which Is why I'm here. I make my way down the aisle, inspecting the few tired faces left on it before seeing a familiar figure quietly sitting, surrounded by empty seats, I waste no time flopping in front of her.

"The stain is still visible, Y/N" The woman said, holding something wrapped in a blanket in her arms, a smirk on her face as my wide eyes met her emerald ones "Oh really, I didn't fuckin' realize, silly me" She glared "Calm your British ass down. Your accent is suffocating me" She spat out, pushing her black, curly hair out of her face, as I fixed up my blouse "Oh, you came up with that yourself, didja? How smart of you, really" I huffed, crossing my arms. The woman glared, her bronze skin glowing from the setting sun.

Before she could say another word, a groan was heard next to her, as a man, who was earlier covered in two coats slowly sat up, his frowning eyes blinking the haziness away "Where am I...?" He mumbled as the woman in front of me rolled her eyes "We're on our way to drop you off to someone who hired us to save you and keep you safe" she said, the man jumped up, his eyes wide "Who... Who hired you?" My eye twitched from his question "Why the fuck do you care? You're alive aren't you?" Something about the absolute terror in his eyes told me that he knew who it was... and that he would have rather died than be brought to him. You could see the fear etched on his face and clear in his body language. A single dried-up river of blood ran down his forehead as his busted lip trembled, not to mention the complete disaster his hair was in, he was a complete mess.

Suddenly, the woman in front smiled as something moved in her arms, a smile immediately appeared on my face as a little spotted tabby cat yawned, stretching. "Awww she woke up" she said in a whisper, I immediately extended my hands "Gimme" I pleaded as she slowly handed the squirming kitty to me "Aww my little Pixy woke up" I put on a baby voice as it squirmed, not liking being held and even scratched my finger "Ouch... oh you little fucker" I said in adoration as it let out the most cutest squeak.