among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm [COMPLETED]

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Monaco

Monte Carlo, the biggest district of Manaco, had always been infamous for its luxurious casinos. An international byword for the extravagant display and reckless dispersal of wealth.
So naturally it seemed like the easiest spot to get money without having to steal it. Of course, some would still consider it stealing the methods Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi and Arabella tended to win at them, but it was far less time-consuming with less planning involved than actual burglaries.

It was early evening, the sun having almost set beyond the horizon and adding reddish shades to the blue sky when Arabella stepped into the palast-like building of the Casino of Monte Carlo. The golden main hall designed like hall of Versailles with tourists and even some famous figures, all dressed-up, strolling through the different parts.

Her long silver-shining gown was flowing along with her every move as she gracefully walked over the marble tiles to the security check, followed by an unimpressed Yoongi who was trotting behind her in a smoking and gelled back hair.

"Remember, nothing over 50k," his said in a hushed voice behind her, making her roll her eyes.
"Please, I know. I'm not a noob."
She only heard him laugh under his breath, but chose to ignore his sarcastic response.

All four of them had agreed to only win up to 50,000 euros, while pretending losing a bit here and there in between, not to gain any unwanted attention from the security. She had already counted ten guards around the tables when peeking into Salle Europe.

While her and the swordsman would conduct their plan there, Taehyung and Jimin would apply the same method in another casino, the Casino Café de Paris. Striking at two places at the same time would gain them more win in a shorter time. A brilliant plan.

"Try staying out of their radar, though," Yoongi said then with an arched brow, adjusting his tie. Unable to prevent himself from adding, "I know, it's not always easy for you." He gave her dress a brief glance before focusing back on his tie.

He was referring to her already gaining quite the attention and looks, which she'd already noticed from the moment of entering but simply brushed off. Her ego enjoying it more than anything, although she als knew that this kind of attention wasn't always helpful during heists.

"I promise I'll try my best." She swung one end of the silk stole that was slung around her arms, over her shoulder. Turning around, she faced him with a smirk. Taking the tie from his hands and adjusting it herself. "Will you be alright, though?"

He frowned puzzled. "I know how to stay unseen contrary to some others."
"But in case not? You can defend yourself without your precious little sword?"

It was true that he hadn't been the happiest about having to leave his sword in the hotel room as weapons were obviously forbidden in places like this and in order to disguise it as a cane, he'd have had to disguise himself, too. Which he didn't feel like doing tonight, the previous evenings were enough. It got way too hot under those masks and wigs and he just loathed it.

"I'll be fine, don't worry. I don't need it to defend myself."
Arabella giggled, turning back around. "Surely hope so."

After the employees checked her and Yoongi's perfectly-made fake ID's and exchanged their money into two cases full of chips, Arabella side-eyed the roulette tables in the middle of the grande hall. They were placed between lavish surroundings with sculptures, bas-reliefs and eight Bohemian crystal chandeliers decorating the hall as the players around them were holding their breath in anticipation.

"Fine, see ya later then," she waved then, not waiting for his reply and instead headed straight to the british roulette table.

There were two empty seats ans she took one of them. Seeing one of the older ladies with her diamonds scrunching her nose when seeing Arabella's absurdly deep décoleté before shooting her husband, who was looking at it for a bit longer than necessary, a dead glare.