And Stupidly, Us

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Gang!au, smut, action, angst
Word count: 900 (?) This is just the preview of some sorts, the rest of the chapters will be like 5k tbh :')))
Warnings: Language, dangerously sexy looking men lord help me

A/N: Okay so this has been on my mind for a while. Like, it's an entire series now fml. Me uploading the rest of it depends on you guys essentially xx

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Now you've gone and done it. Breaking into the Jung household sounded far easier in your head than it was actually doing it. Stick to the blind spots, disable the alarm, collect the debt and get the hell out of there. Now that would have gone exactly to plan if your partner hadn't used the walkie talkie at the most inconvenient of times. Taehyung was, let's say. . . ditzy for the most part. Sure, he was incredibly skilled in weaponry and was extremely friendly, overly, if you might add- but the night just may have gone differently if he didn't ask you to repeat your sentence when you were smack bang in the middle of the hallway.

And that was where it all began, a door behind you at the end of the hallway ripped open, a man stepped out in an ash tinted pinstripe suit that seemed to be well pressed for this ridiculous hour of day. The orange-going-on-caramel strands of hair faced the opposite end of the hall, that was until his head swung in your direction, eyes narrowing and lips curling into a snarl when noticing you.

"Shit." You couldn't help the profanity from spilling out. If Taehyung had heard you a few minutes ago when you announced your destination, this whole mishap could have been avoided. Fuck him!

You broke out into a sprint down the corridor, the brief look at the mapping of the house before your mission began somewhat guiding you as you took a sharp left into more lengthy hallways. You'd been through something like this before, granted you had never been chased by a mafia mobster in a million-dollar home but hunted nonetheless. Pushing through some bigger than necessary doors, you find yourself in a room filled with various animal heads mounted on the walls. The rich brown of the timber plaques complimented the cherry walls behind it. You would have stopped to admire the man's beautifully decorated home if it weren't for your ominous situation.

The giant, mahogany doors had barely closed shut before your chaser came barrelling through, eyes fuming and hands so clenched his knuckles turned a ghostly white. Grabbing the next available thing to defend yourself with as he took threatening steps towards you, your arms curved over your head and came down on the man's shoulders with a sickening crack. The orange haired man uncurled from his defensive stature, his arms shielding his face now dropping slightly. He raised his head slowly and locked his eyes with you once again.

"A fucking pool cue, seriously?" The man scoffed, brushing off the shards of wood from his shoulder, "I paid good money for that."

"Then you can buy another one once you give me the 1.7 million you owe." You walked backwards to keep the pool table as the only barrier between you both. The man seemed chatty, if you could stall him long enough then maybe you could find an escape route.

"And what, dare I ask, would a little girl like you do with that kind of cash?" He hummed, his voice that of melted honey. He appeared to be the one to talk his way out of things, or distract long enough until his men did the job of killing for him. You had no idea who this man was but he certainly was high on the food chain. Maybe he was head of henchmen, the right-hand man himself. Whoever he was, he sure looked important.

"Min Yoongi allowed Mr Jung to borrow 1.7 Million dollars almost 10 months ago with the expectation that he return it," You recited, something you had practiced in your head thousands of times if ever the need came. "And I have been instructed to take with force if his needs have not been met." You sent a glare his way. You will do your job.

"I'm aware of the legalities," he waved off, his stalk still present as we rotated around the pool table. Much to your dismay, he stopped at the end closest to the door- the only exit, "because I signed the document."

You wh—

"Come to reclaim money and the first thing you do is whack a pool cue over the man's head in his own home,"he tutted my interrupted thought, "how polite of you."

Wait a second. "Who are you exactly?"

The man only shot you a look of pure bewilderment, as if that was a stupid question. How the fuck were you supposed to know who he was? He could have been the gardener for all you knew. Given he was in a suit, now unbuttoned at his middle from all the running.

"You don't know who you're stealing from?" the man cocked his head slightly, now completely curious.
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"Wait, you're Jung Hoseok?"

Okay I'll admit that was a dick move ending it there but-
Like I said above, if you guys want more you'll have to tell me~ :)