𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 / BTS (OT7) x Reader

[ Formalities ]

Alpha is frozen in front of her mirror.

Lambda is combing her straight short hair while Omega chooses a pair of heels.

— Your hair is ready, Ma'am. — Lambda gives a step back to admire her neat work but finds instead the statue Y/N has become.

— Ma'am! Are you okay? — Lambda asks worriedly.

— What? Uh- Yes... Is just that, this is pretty similar to-

Alpha stopped herself from remembering before tears started to fall on her cheeks.

— To the past unfortunate events? — Omega asks.

— Yes... It occurred in a situation similar to this, so it's a little scary. — Her subordinates nodded at the same time. — That won't stop me from having this meeting, though.

She has already given herself a pep talk about confidence and her enormous need to win. She has already cried in the shower at the memories and has already confirmed the pick-up time with Seokjin.

— Are you telling Beta or Epsilon? — Omega asked.

— No. — Both subordinates exchange worried looks. — That's why I'll ask you, Lambda, to track my steps down. — Alpha connected eyes with the brunette through the mirror. — If anything goes wrong, I'll call you, and you'll send Beta to me, but just when I call you, okay?

— If that's what you need, I'll do so, Ma'am. — Lambda bowed.

— Great. Thanks, then.
— Ma'am, your shoes. — Omega places the heels she chose in front of Y/N's feet, so she can wear them right away.

— Thanks. — She wore them and gave the first steps with the heels on, eyeing her reflex up and down in front of the wall mirror.

She's wearing casual clothes. Black pleated pants and a simple white shirt, her black heels, and a small red purse that matched her hair.

— I'm wearing these. — Alpha put on the earrings that worked as a tracker. — Follow my steps closely, Lambda.

— I will, Alpha.

— Fine. — The leader checked one last time if everything was in order. Her makeup, her phone, her glock in her purse, and her jewelry. — I'm leaving, then. He might be waiting for me.

The three left Alpha's bedroom to incorporate themselves to the discreet mission, Lambda to the Intelligence room, Omega to her office, and Alpha to the parking basement.

She's nervous, evidently. Her hands are cold and even a little sweaty; her throat is dry, and her mind is so fuzzy that she doesn't realize the lift doors have already opened and Seokjin is standing right in front of her.

— Hey, Alpha.

Her eyes open widely, and their gazes meet.

— Commander... — She sounds surprised. — Good night... — Seokjin smiled. — What?

— You look totally in distress. — His face tells her reaction is somehow cute.

— Haven't you heard about PTSD? — She rolled her eyes, but she's not totally mad at him. — Let's leave now.

Seokjin guided her to his car, a discreet yet fancy black car. He opened the passenger door for her and closed her door after making sure she put on the seat belt.

— How do you feel about sushi?
— Sushi? — Her question sounds surprised.
— That's a laid-back option, don't you think? — The car has started his way to somewhere only Seokjin knows. — Or perhaps you'd like to have something else?
— I'm okay with that.