Criminal - // BTS x reader gang! au

Chapter 1

"Sunglasses on please, darling!" Clio chimed, looking a million dollars in two dollar shades, her strides long and rhythmic.

The air was different in Seoul, it seemed sweeter than it was in the UK. You chuckled at the thought. Seoul, an evergrowing electric monster had better air than the green countryside of the UK. It was a funny stereotype, the UK was a filthy country - but the government liked to clean up the best bits and leave what they didn't want the public to see to rot.

"Anything for you, my dear." You blew a kiss to your friend, who caught it with a giggle. You slipped on the round glasses, simple and stylish.

"Let's collect the bags." Yawning, the Latino girl led the way as BLACKPINK - BOOMBAYAH came on the airport's radio. Recently, they'd been in the news for underground drug trafficking but nothing could be proven. You were almost asked to do work on the girl group, but BTS was a much bigger problem. The leader of the gang, Kim Namjoon, used to be an underground rapper. He stopped, however, when his now close friend and member of BTS, Min Yoongi, beat him in a rap battle, and he was forgotten.

"You know, Clio... I think this is gonna be fun." You mumbled, dragging your large suitcase off of the conveyer belt.

"You must be suffering some severe jet lag. We could be killed on this damn mission, and you think we are gonna have fun?" Clio Hissed, throwing shade at you.

"Well, yeah. We aren't due to investigate for another two days. Plus, Jackson is really cool." You smiled, pulling your second case off the belt, pushing them both behind before you before wheeling to them to the agreed meeting point. Clio sighed, Cursing in Spanish as she followed you.

"Hey, pass me some of that," Jin demanded, flickering his fingers toward the udon.

"No." Suga retorted, refreshing his Instagram feed.

"Min Yoongi, pass me the fucking udon." Jin's face did not change, nor did his posture falter-but his voice was the sound of the devil himself.

Suga glanced upward with a refreshed smile, teasingly sliding over the dish of noodles to Jin.

"Happy, Seokjin?" Suga rested on his palm, eyes challenging.

"That's enough, kids." RM, or Kim Namjoon, Cried from his beanbag in the corner of the room, head against the cold white wall.

"I'm older than you," Jin stated, digging into his well-deserved food.

"And I'm your superior." RM put Jin in his place, playfully of course.

A loud shriek echoed from upstairs - Jhopes room. Either he was watching some pretty amazing porn or he'd just won the lottery. Either way, lightning-quick footsteps that belted down the stairs where more than certainly going to answer the question.

"Namjoon!" Jhope began, bursting through the double doors, phone in hand.

"Look," The hacker practically shoved the handheld device in RMs face, with one notification occupying the screen;

TrackMyTarget: just now.

TARGET 27: (Y/N) LANDED SEOUL INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT.

After arriving at the hotel, (y/n) wasted no time running to the balcony. she lifted her head to see off of the edge; what she saw, took her breath away. The ground below her was alive with lights like someone had taken a handful of glitter and thrown it as far as the eye could see. It was too dark to make out individual buildings, but the lights were enough for her. she sighed, amazed at the view laid out before her. The city was scrubbed every nightfall by the machines, wilting plants replaced and litter removed. In that way, the cityscape stayed new, like an architects plan, only with the citizens really living inside. There were electric trams, buses and the monorail - hardly any personal vehicles at all. There were days she would look cloud-ward just to see if she could catch a glimpse of the "architect" - then she'd feel foolish and stifle a grin. It was the kind of place that nothing bad ever happened...

Clio, sipping on her complimentary lemonade joined you, already changed into her pyjamas.

"Wow, Seoul is really something compared to home." her eyes sparkled in time to the flickering ad boards, her face equally illuminated by the iridescent white light, which would be painful to look at unless you'd been born into such bright circumstances.

"Yeah, its a shame we are here all for the wrong reasons." You sighed, letting the gentle breeze sway your hair. You didn't need to hear a response to know Clio was thinking the same thing.

Content, you slipped back into your hotel room, getting into your PJs and falling into a deep slumber.

1 NEW MESSAGE: Jackson Wang.

9:03 AM: Hey, I can't make it today. I've attached the files you need. Good luck Mfeux.

1 ATTACHMENT: BTSANALYSIS.861//01.DOC

"i hate Jackson."

"What?"

"I said I hate Jackson."

Clio shuffled around in bed before facing you, Eyes tired.

"Shut up," she whispered, closing her eyes again.

"Jackson cancelled our meeting." You finally confessed.

silence.

"I hate Jackson too."

1 NEW MESSAGE: Max Dillion.

11:28 AM: Boss told me to tell you that BTS is going to some club today, and that shitty Jackson guy told us he had an emergency to handle or something. Read that stuff he sent you and go see the gang tonight, it will probably be your best chance to infiltrate them. Be careful, shit head. xx

1 ATTACHMENT: LOCATION: 645 Nonhyeon-ro, Nonhyeon 1(il)-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul, South Korea: OCTAGON.