among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm [COMPLETED]

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Jimin shouldn't feel bad about it. At least that's what the guys were telling him when that video appeared in his inbox the next day.

It was true, Arabella tended to betray him and leave alone with the loot more often than he could count on two hands. Yet, he forgave her every time. After all the times Arabella had dumped them, he'd never be able to hold a grunge against her because he could not not forgive that bewitching woman. This was how she was. A true thief. 

And loot was not the the only thing she'd stolen from him during all these years they had known each other.

Besides, he knew she'd never leave him behind if there was actual danger. She'd never abandon him in a hopeless situation where he couldn't escape from. No, she'd never do that. Arabella might be cunning but she wasn't ruthles. Like that previous night. She knew Taehyung and Yoongi must've been close by since they were literally his partners in crime and would certainly get him out of there in time, before cops arrived.

And that was why he couldn't help but feel guilty right now. And even offended. 

He tapped on the desplay of his phone again, the video playing from the beginning. And his heart ached anew when the woman he adored appeared on the screen, harrard looking and tied on an armchair. Her clothes were torn at some parts, hair dishevelled and the usually lively hazel colour of her eyes dull.

"So Jimin, you really got me this time with your little attics," she weakly smiled. Heaving her head more to reveal a silver collar around her neck. Green and red lights blinking on it and his jaw clenched. "Unfortunately my client didn't find it as amusing as me, so.." Her voice was breaking at the end, sounding almost pleading. "If you could drop off the real document, that'd be great. Or well you know I could also ask another thief for help. I heard Chat Noir is really good. Perhaps better than you, who knows." She shrugged and looked away. Despite her attempt of acting cool and non-chalant, he could tell she was frightened. The brief moment he caught her squeezing her eyes shut before the video abruptly cut off, was enough for him to know that this wasn't a trap or joke. She was in trouble.

And he went over the message attached to it.

"West Inn Park House
10pm"

There was no need for more info. He knew what would happen if he didn't obey, judging from the fact that silver collar was more than just a nice accessoiry.

Sighing, he folded his arms behind his head and leaned back. Staring at the white ceiling with a blank expression. How dare she thinking that someone else but him could save her.
That offended him indeed.

"You're gonna do it, aren't you?"
"Obviously, do I have a choice?" He turned to face Yoongi who was sitting cross-legged on the couch opposite to him. His arms folded, hugging his katana close to his chest.
"And how do we know this is real and not fake?" Taehyung inquired from across the room. "This could be a setup. You should expect anything from this woman."
It wasn't a secret that his friends didn't like nor trusted Arabella, rightly so. And they couldn't comprehend why Jimin was so head over heels for her either, seemingly forgetting the countless times she'd set them up for her own opportunistic reasons. And Taehyung might be right this time again. And still, he couldn't risk it. He was certain the flicker of anguish in her eyes was real. He could feel it. He knew Arabella like the back of his hand. Not only because he was a master in seeing right through people, but also because he simply knew her after all those years of being rivals, friends and even lovers for a brief moment of time.
"And what if it's not? What if it's true after all, what then?" 

He didn't want his voice to be shaky, but they noticed the genuine worry it was holding nonetheless. Yoongi and Taehyung exchanged a glance before the latter finally sighed.

"Fine, then do it. But what can we use instead of the document then?"
There was a sudden change in Jimin's demeanor at this. "Who says we'll have to use anything else?" he smirked. "Just because I'll go save Bella from that unfortunate situation doesn't mean we'll just give it away." He stretched his arms contently when noticing blue lights peeking behind the curtains and he abruptly sat up, knowing all too well what would follow. "I think we have visitors." Right as he began laughing, screeching sirents startend blasting from outside. Causing all three to press their hands against their ears.

"This is Interpol! Park, Kim and Min - we know you are up there!"

"Oh no, not again.." Yoongi groaned, but it almost sounded like a whine and slid out his long weapon from its sheath. Taehyung went over to window in the meantime, hiding himself behind the wall to take a quick glance behind the curtain. His magnum close to his chest. One black car and two patrol cars.
"How did he even find us?" he mumbled, closing the curtain again.

"This is our last warning! Come out or-"
"Jeez, pops is really at it again," Jimin chuckled, a smirk forming on his lips as he pulled out his walter-ppk from inside his jacket. "He's really getting better at it, I give him that."
"Whished he wasn't.."
"We're coming!"
"Well," he grinned then and jumped up, "That was our cue!"

The three held their weapons close before running out of the apartment, towards the staircase. 'Pops' and his team might be getting better in finding them with the years, but that didn't mean they'd make it easy for the interpol agents to catch them.
They made their way upstairs to the rooftop from where they jumped over to the neighbouring building's roof. It was only a metre apart and much lower from theirs, making it quite convenient for them. Frankly, that wasn't a lucky coincidence. When deciding on a hideout they always made sure to choose one with an easy escape route for surprise cases like this.

Once Yoongi sliced through the lock and they were inside the other building, they found the bag they'd previously stored there at the basement and changed into the stolen police attire from an unguarded truck.
Being prepared coming in quite handy. It was good having a plan b and often c as well.
After putting on wigs and disguising their faces - and Yoongi also hiding his sword- they were ready to pose as police officers. Right on time as they could already hear officers entering that building as well in search for the thieves.

"Time to mingle."

They headed upstairs, where a young officer was already guarding the entrance door. "The basement's clear," Jimin said in a stern voice as they passed by him, "We'll look around the area in case they made it out." The trick was to just walk and talk confidently like you were supposed to be there and knew what you were doing. That usually prevented from anyone rising suspicion. Literally a 'fake it till you make it' situation, which oddly applied to most situations.
"Alright," the officer nodded, looking quite bored as he watched them walk out. Disappearing in the crowd of officers and bystanders from the neighbouring buildings or passerby, who were trying catching a glimpse of what was going on.
From the distance they could hear pops - as they fondly called the Interpol agent assigned to their cases, Kim Seokjin - holding back a swear when team alpha called through the radio, saying they couldn't find anyone.
His subordinates, agents Jeon and Blake were speaking with the inhabitants of the buildings in case they had seen anything, which they surely didn't. That Jimin was sure of. 

However, even if they did, the three were already far gone by that point. Getting into their car, that was of course parked further away and in an empty alley, not easily spotted from the main street. And they were finally able to tear off their masks.

"Seriously though, how did he find us this time?" Yoongi wondered out loud from his usual spot on the backseat. He was simply glad he didn't have to use his precious sword too much this time. It always exhausted him when doing so. "I know we keep joking, but he's indeed getting better. We gotta be more careful." 

 Jimin shrugged as he engaged a grear and drove off, darting out of the alley and turning into the main street towards west. "No clue. But right now there's something else we gotta take care of first."

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