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VMIN Encounters

Jimin cocked and uncocked the gun, leaning back on the camel back sofa and lifting his feet to rest on the armrest. He knew it was dangerous to play with the colt like this, especially while lying down in such a precarious position, but he didn't care, he was bored. He cocked the gun again.

Taehyung poked his head from under his novel, staring warily at the other.
"Yah, pabo, don't do that"

Jimin rolled his eyes but dropped the gun on the glass coffee table next to the sofa.
"What are you even reading that's more interesting than your boyfriend?"

They'd been at it for about an hour now, with Jimin attempting to steal the younger's attention away from the book to him, but in vain as Taehyung's eyes stayed glued to the ancient-looking book.

"A Nine Cloud Dream" Tae murmured, returning to ignoring the shorter. However, just as Jimin calmed down and Taehyung finally had some peace and quiet, the oaken door opened and in came Kim Namjoon, escorted by his two closest bodyguards: Jeon Jungkook and Jackson Wang.

"The ball is tonight, get dressed."

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Good Nanum's charity ball was being held at Kim Seokjin's villa, however, unknown to the charity, Jin was an associate of the Bangtan mob.

A wealthy one at that Jimin found himself thinking as his eyes scoured the place. Said place was ginormous, big enough to fit at least 300 people, if not more.

The black and white linoleum floor of the entrance glowed, obviously having been cleaned before guests arrived. Stairs lay across the room, climbing toward the ceiling. A doorway was on either side of the room, one admitting you into the kitchen, the other into the living room. The walls were a dark blue with silver brush swipes crossing over it, creating a shimmer effect.

By the time we arrived, there was already a fair amount of people. Guests in suits and dresses of all kinds seemed to fit right in with the formal atmosphere, and luckily, so did the mobsters.

Taehyung was wearing a navy colored, slim fitted suit, complete with a light blue tie. His shoes were polished, there wasn't a single hair out of place, and he looked absolutely fine. And he knew it. His hands were stuffed in his pockets in an arrogant manner as he flashed smirks to passing females.

Jimin rolled his eyes at Taehyung's tactics. But whenever he did that, Tae would be quick to throw a temper tantrum.

The older was wearing a pinstriped, charcoal grey, modern fitted suit, that clung to his body shape perfectly. His bowtie was a dark burgundy color that contrasted sharply with the rest of the suit and gave him a bold look.

The deal tonight was to heist what was calculated to be at least 3,000,000,000 won (roughly about 2,600,000 american dollars) , but Jin would never have allowed it lest he knew he would be cleared from suspicion, so the Boss devised a plan.

After the money was taken by the Bangtan mob, they'd leave in its place boxes with counterfeit bills, then, when Good Nanum was transporting said boxes, Suga's men would stage a raid and dispose of the boxes before anyone found out they were counterfeit, effectively getting every hint of dubiety off of Jin's shoulders.

Luckily, Jimin was in charge of the easy part: getting rid of the guards quietly. That would enable Tae to steal the money.

The cash was being held in a safe room guarded by two soldiers.
Jimin assessed the situation. He knew the soldiers, and favorably for him, one of them had the hots for the mobster.

Distract that one, take out the other one, it wouldn't be that hard. No the hard part would be Taehyung's: get the dough and hand it over to JHope's men, who were in trucks stationed outside, all without being seen.