Imperium | BTS Mafia AU (NamJoon FanFic)

Training

"Are you ready, miss YuNa?" NamJoon's voice flowed through my room on the eventful Saturday morning. I'd put on a tight black compressor shirt and tucked it in to my black pants.

"Yeah, just give me a second," I answered him. I grabbed the thigh strap that NamJoon had given me the day of my first unofficial job and slid it on over the pants. I slid in the kunai knives which were in no way hidden, but NamJoon told me to do it that way so it appears that we mean business when we meet with this man, Oh Sehun. NamJoon had told me that he's part of an ally group, Tenebris Circle. The group was formed orginally with 12 members, but 3 of them left, died, or betrayed the treaty Tenebris Circle and Imperium Syindicate had with one another.

"Miss YuNa, you have to hurry up. We don't want to be late," NamJoon rushed me once more, "If you're putting on make-up, don't. Oh SeHun already won't have interest in you, I promise you that." I threw daggers at the door with my eyes and stood tight-lipped, holding back rude remarks of my very own to throw at him.

"Yes, sir," I gritted my teeth and opened the door to see a well-dressed NamJoon. It was no surprise to see him so done up, but he looked different. Something about him was light and airy. It was calming.

"Let's go, shall we?" He smiled radiantly at me and gestured me to go ahead of him. He followed closely behind until we got to black Sedan.

"Who's car is this?" I asked, eyeing the unfamiliar glassy finish of the luxury car.

"Mine," he simply stated, opening the door for me.

"Are we the only two going?"

"Do you need the entire team there?"

I shook my head and climbed in. I watched NamJoon casually walk over to his side of the car and climb in. He looked at me, put some sunglasses on, and drove off.

It grew very apparent that NamJoon, when the whole team wasn't piled into the Suburban, was a speed demon. He was either 20 over the speed limit or 40. He'd weave through the lanes and push the limits to see how close he could get to the bumpers of the cars ahead of us without making contact. He'd speed up at yellow lights and he'd never come to a complete stop at stop signs. His driving became more reasonable when we made our way out of the heart of Seoul. He took us on back roads and we weaved through roads lined with towering trees.

"Alright, we're here," NamJoon slowly coasted to a stop. I looked around and saw nothing but trees and an empty jungle of wilderness. We were hidden by the trees, but from where we sat, the road was visible.

"Um, you sure?" I questioned him. Maybe he lost his way?

"Yup. I'm glad you decided to wear boots. We have some distance to walk," He chuckled. I looked at his outfit, which was definitely not hike worthy. However, he climbed out the car and started walking before I even had a chance to unbuckle my seat-belt. I quickly fumbled with the buckle and caught up to him. We walked together, ducking under tree branches and walking over fallen logs that acted as bridges over small brooks. I took in the beauty of the scenery. The air was clean and untainted by the pollution of the world. The leaves of the trees were slightly damp and dripping with morning dew. The birds were active, singing their sunrise duets while the squirrels scurried around the forest floor looking for food. Distracted by the beauty of the natural world, I slipped on a rock. I grabbed onto NamJoon's arm to prevent myself from hitting the ground. My clumsiness earned a small giggle from him and our eyes met. His gaze was soft and warm, like a hug. I regained my composure and let go of his arm quickly.

"Are you sure you have the balance to be a sharpshooter?" He jokingly poked my arm, "Come on, miss YuNa. You've got a thing or two to learn." He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me forward. His hand was so large compared to my wrist that it was almost like he could wrap his hand around me 2 times. His fingers were long and slender and his palms were calloused from work. I stumbled trying to match his long-legged strides. NamJoon noticed my red, energy drained face and slowed down. Once we were at a reasonable pace, I began to feel NamJoon's hand shift from holding my wrist to holding my hand. I tried not to make a commotion, but I couldn't help but blush. I don't have a thing for him or anything, but he is gorgeous. Every lighting, no matter what time of day it is, seemed to cast a beautiful glowy outline on the man that made him appear as a celestial being. Even in the night, his radiance never fails to knock the breath from my lungs. His fingers interlocked with mine and I peered up at him. He was wearing a small smile, but he didn't look anywhere but straight. Our hands were warm against each other's and something about being near him like this felt good. We walked until we saw a large house, big enough for a family of 20, it seemed. I gawked at the sheer size of the building. Nothing else about it was too extravagant. There was a simple door with a welcome mat below it. I thought it was ironic that we were being welcomed into the headquarters of killers. NamJoon flipped the outdoor light that hung next to the door to reveal a number pad. He entered in a code of some sort and the door opened to reveal a tall, dark-haired man. The man had thin lips and thick eyebrows, but his jaw was sharp. His eyes, however, were sharper than his jaw. They were a smoldering dark brown that offered a dangerous glare. He looked us both up and down and then switched his attention to me.