And Stupidly, Us

||Chapter 1||

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Gang!au, smut, action, angst
Word count: 4.3k
Warnings: Language, sexy coverall Jeon ;))

A/N: Aaaand I'm back~ thank you to everyone that read/commented/voted etc, it really means a lot. It also means you get to read the next part, so yeah, pat on the back for you all :)

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"I didn't know it was him, Tae," you could not prevent the scoff from escaping your lips as you watch the man pace back and forth in front of you, "I wasn't given his file, I just got told what to do and was thrown in there."

You wish you were exaggerating, the information given was immaculately brief for someone of your stature. It was expected you'd receive a file, details on the target, what the plan was and who you were working with to ensure it wouldn't fail. At least that's what you should have expected but instead, you were up the creek without a paddle.

Taehyung did not seem too happy about the newfound information either. Since getting back to base, the carob haired man had paced from one side of the room to the other. He mainly talked to himself during his seesaw journey in the room, sometimes pausing to ask you a question which may as well have been rhetorical. How the hell were you supposed to know why you weren't told anything?

"It doesn't make sense," he rubs at his temples as if to massage the answer out of him, "Why would he throw us in the dark like that?"

"I don't know." you repeat through gritted teeth.

Just when you were about to go on another tangent on how little you knew on the subject, the door creaks open behind you as two familiar faces poke through.

"You two are in so much shit," Jimin pipes as he closes the door behind them, clearly amused by the situation, "I'll be surprised if he lets you keep all your fingers."

Jungkook looks up from cleaning the chunk of metal in his hands and shoots you and Taehyung a comforting smile, "You know he's just kidding," he wipes at a particularly oily spot with the now dirtied rag, "But he did sound pretty upset."

Yourself and Taehyung glance at each other, brows furrowed and lips pressed firmly against the other in skepticism. Surely, he'd explain why there was no file.

"What has he got to be so upset about? I didn't even know the face of the guy I was stealing from," a soft scoff drags from your lips.

"Yeah," Jimin muses, "But you didn't hear him. He didn't sound too happy."

Jimin had known Yoongi for the longest around here and you would most definitely trust his word when it came to reading the cold and candid Min Yoongi. If Jimin said he was upset, he undoubtedly was. They had this strange friendship you didn't know much about, not that you were particularly interested. You had learned that sticking your nose in business could get you into serious trouble.

Supposing that it would be a terrible idea to be petty about the situation and go against a rising mafia boss, you shut your mouth. It was probably safer that way.

"So then," your partner intervenes, "He wants to see us, I assume?"

Taehyung had been in this circle of people for a handful of years now, just a few more than yourself. Being his crazed, childish self, he has had his fair share of encounters with Yoongi. Most of them never really being positive reinforcement. He would know what to expect. But you on the other hand, what happens to someone who's been caught mid-mission?