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Yoongi
I read the piece of card that laid near Astro's body. "Condolences, she's next. Steve x" I launch it across the living room uttering curse after curse. "That fucking prick is going to fucking pay for what he's done" I'm fucking livid as I pace up and down Jin and Namjoons living room as we waited for the others to arrive for a meeting.
"—He will but we're running out of money Yoong, I've got a job lined up, focus"
"A fucking job! You think I can do that while this fucking psycho is after her!?"
"Then send her away," Namjoon says plainly.
"Don't you fucking start—" A proposterous notion.
"Then call in one of your favours and ask around but for now get your fucking head in the game, he won't try anything when she's around all of us." He reasons but I'm not sure he's taking her safety seriously anymore. "Focus on this" Namjoon shows me a picture. They're opals that are unique. beautiful with an iridescent play of colours. He bangs on about how they're formed from silica and created when water seeps into the ground and evaporates, leaving behind a blah blah blah. "But this one is special, this one is a rare black one, Jimin stumbled upon it while looking online"
"So where is it, what's the job?" I don't care for details, just in and out and sell the fucking thing.
"Museum, there will be a handover, and we've got to get it before it reaches the loading bay," Namjoon explains.
"Who the fuck do you think we are? Special agents, there's no way we're getting that!" I argue.
"We have a femme fatale with a nice ass and a nasty little klepto problem, she can do it" He says nonchalantly.
"You really think she's up to it?" I stress to him as if she hasn't vomited violently after being so distressed she could barely walk.
"It's her job isn't it?" He simply states.
"What is your fucking problem Joon!?" I slam my hands down on my thighs.
"I don't have one" he's says calmly "It's you that has the problem, she's about this height" he measures "and bats her little pretty eyelashes at you a lot, it's making you stupid"
"Oh piss off, you didn't have this problem when she was screwing Jungkook" I flop back into a chair.
"Do you think I'm dumb?" He scoffs.
"Forget it Joon, it's not like that for her, yes okay I admit I'm a fucking sucker, but it's just fun for her"
"Keep it that way" The conversation ends as she comes in through the door, she still looks tired, puffy eyes from crying in her sleep, I'd do anything to take the pain away.
"Fine" Quick thinking I shoot a text to a contact— Margo, with her eyes and ears all over the city she'll hopefully know something of this petulant turd that's after Y/N. "Kitten, we've got a job tonight you up for it?" I pull her slightly out of earshot from Namjoon.
