The Bangtan Boys ||| BTS and GOT7 Mafia AU

02

I've never met someone who had a shooting target area in there house.

One of the men, in a bubblegum pink suit, handed me an identical M9 to Jungkook's. I walked up to the shooting table and aimed.

My finger wiggled the cold trigger, I squinted my eye for the exact center of the targets bullseye, and I gripped the hand grip firmly. I pulled the trigger and released a bullet into the air. It spins like a ballerina on speed until it's sunk itself into the targets heart. The metal board is pierced with a loud bang and force of the impact curls around the metal.

A Sniper Rifle was already set up. "Hit the small target." Yoongi said, his tone bored almost. I'll amuse him. I looked through the eyepiece and located the tiny middle and fired. It went straight through a suspected.

Next up was knife throwing. I was handed a small kitchen knife. I laughed. Where they serious?

"We can't having you kill us if you're so skilled can we?" Jimin said, a mocking tone that may have just been his voice. He seemed more soft to me.

I grabbed the kitchen knife and played with it in my hand. I loosened my grip and squinted one eye to check for correct aim. Not that I could be wrong. I flicked the knife out my hand giving it a spin as it embedded itself into the paper of the target leaving behind the metal underneath.

I turned around and true my hands up, "what's next a game of hide and go seek to prove I can keep myself hidden?"

Jimin laughed, "She's snarky. It's not that amusing dear."

"Your first mission starts tonight. With Jimin, your outfit has already been laid out in your room. I'll have someone show you up."

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It took exactly 3 minutes to get to my room from the shooting room.

I looked at the dress. My boobs were definitely going to fall out if I were to wear it.

I walked over the closet door and opened it wide. I ran my hand over the soft velvet like clothes inside. My father had all of this, but he his body was the last thing in 7 years to visit my mother and I.

Guess I'm the new hitman around here now.

I wasn't quite sure where I am or who I'm going to be living with. I'm sure if I was rational I wouldn't have came. If I was smart I wouldn't have flown across the pacific to join a gang my father was apart of.

A knock kicked my thoughts away. I stepped away from the closet and closed it slightly.

"Be ready in 20 minutes, the car is already outside." I couldn't tell who said, I hadn't picked up what each of there voices sounded like just yet.

I put on the sluttiest dress I had ever seen, and the matching heels. I said to hell with it and put on a thick layer of makeup, not enough to make me look bad just enough to look cheap. I grabbed a coat and eventually found my way downstairs.

Jimin was pacing outside on the steps, his hand son his pockets. He looked up and made eye contact with my body for a few seconds and got in the car. Opening my car door, I felt very hostile toward him. He didn't acknowledge my face, just wanted to make sure my boobs were pooping out just right.

I almost used the knife tied to my thigh on him.

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"Just follow my lead, don't talk to anyone unless being spoken to. No sarcastic remarks. Act as dumb as possible, that shouldn't be so hard should it."

"Especially for you," he added. He shoved a giant bag into my hand and winked surprisingly in a unemotional way.

I rolled my eyes and followed Jimin into club that reeked of smoke.

I made my way through drunk incoherent people. Girls in dresses that looked like shrunken towels. And men with the buttons of there shirts all the way undone. We were obviously in a sex club.

"Jimin, what are we doing here?" I signed up to be a hitman not to be hit on.

"Don't worry about it, just follow me."

I knew I would regret all my life decisions when he pulled back a curtain and revealed two female prostitute , a male prostitute, and one smoking man. The men and the women all topless. One woman sprawled out across his legs, and the other two on either side of him each well doing what prostitutes do. I felt like I shouldn't be in the room.

"Look like I hired you." Jimin told me in the ear. He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me on the neck. I was surprised by his tongue on my neck only for a split second. To play it off I moved my against his and laughed softly.

The smoking man let out a puff of smoke and finally paid us attention. "Please sit down." He said. His voice was unusually deep. Almost like one of those old times cartoons or the tuff guy character.

Jimin led me to a couch by my wrist. I played along and set in his lap acting very disinterested in the following conversation, yet I was making a mental note of everything they both said.

Jimin ordered me four drinks. He himself had at least five. Take this in mind for what is to come.

"JB, we just want this fight to be over. We just want the money and your loyalty back at our branch."

The man shoved Jimin and I over a drink. Surprisingly and stupidly enough we trusted him enough to drink it. Only because he made one for himself.

"You know very well Namjoon will have us killed. Yugyeom is his family, and he has to let him be. He doesn't need you guys."

They talked some more about the relationship between Namjoons little brother and the gang. My mind was going blurry so I didn't process it all. I assumed this is what being drunk is. Eventually JB left us alone and excited out the door with his prostitutes in tow, leaving Jimin and I in the private purple light room.

Bad jazz music played in the background and I was still on Jimins lap. His eyes hung low from 'second hand smoke', but it was really just because of the pills that had been snuck into our drink.

However next thing I know things escalated very quickly.

I leaned over in the car to Jimin and kissed his neck aggressively. Obviously I was drunk and so was he. I hoped we wouldn't remember this in the morning. Let me just say we weren't each other's first, by a long shot.

My hand pressed into the inside of his thigh as he leaned farther back into the couch. His hand reached up and wrapped around my back pulling me down quickly causing me to release a short squeal.

Jimin laughed and kissed the lower part of my neck making my back arch.

I didn't learn this until the morning, but in the drink the man had gave us pills to heighten our sexual desires which had lead to Jimin and I's awkward intimacy.

His hand searched for my zipper on my dress and I for his. 

My dress was the first to go. I was almost happy for it to leave. The tiny part of my body it covered didn't feel very exposed when it left leaving my underwear and bra on.

The last thing I remember was Jimin overpowering me and my back slamming into the couch. My underwear being ripped away and tickling sensation happening where it does not normally happen. Then the feeling of something being inserted into me.

However the next day I did wake up very very sore in a hotel room fully unclothed.