unafraid [bts x you]

vi. heist

When Jimin told me that I'd be more than likely shot at but wasn't allowed to wear one of the bulletproof vests, I felt cheated. J-Hope, Jungkook and him were more than ready; each of them had a vest, at least two guns and a knife. Jin had only given me a regular pistol, and that was only after Jungkook had reminded him. Luckily, I was seated in the middle between him and Jimin, which felt safer than sitting in the front with J-Hope.

As we drove, I alternated between glaring at the weapon that would do me no good and the knife Jimin was playing with beside me. I felt like I'd do much better with something sharp, but I guessed it wasn't too smart to only being a knife to a gun fight. I sighed and let myself sink into the seat.

The Jeep was surprisingly comfortable.

"You don't seem nervous."

I turned to look at Jimin.

"Shouldn't that be a good thing?" I pointed out. "Or would you rather me be an anxious mess right now?"

He clicked his tongue with a small smirk, looking out the window.

"It doesn't really matter, as long as you do your job," Jungkook replied for him. At that, I refused to respond, choosing instead to focus my interest on something less threatening. I wasn't too sure as to where we were, all the buildings seemed more or less the same: grey, compacted and somewhat rundown. What I remembered RM mentioning, however, was a bar. That bar would be my tunnel into the main building and from there, Jimin would lead. It was simple enough.

J-Hope stopped the truck some time after, parking it in an alley and unlocking the door for me. I undid my seat belt and picked up the gun.

"The bar is around the corner," Jimin told me, hand on the handle to open the door, "just go inside, find your way to the backdoor and unlock it for us."

I raised a brow. "How am I going to know if you guys are waiting?"

"You can't afford to stop and wait to see if we're in place, just do it as fast as you can," Jimin said. I frowned. I wasn't too keen on the lack of communication but didn't have much of a choice. Jungkook slid out of the way and I stepped outside, glancing back only when I heard the doors lock shut behind me. The gun was tucked in my waistband and felt heavy as I started to walk but I pretended as though it wasn't there. I kept walking.

Sure enough, just around the corner, stood the bar, entrance guarded like V said it would be. There was two of them, big, heavy men, muscles practically ripping through the shirts they were wearing. I felt my hands start to sweat. One hit from them and I'd be out worse than the first time. But, RM, promised that I'd be let in. All I had to say was—

"—ARMY."

Both men glanced at each other before stepping aside, giving me the tiniest amount of space to step through the double doors. Internally, I sighed heavily in relief, glad that they'd been bribed before I got there. But, there wasn't time to celebrate such a small part. I still had to find the backdoor. Immediately, I made my way towards the open bar at the end of the giant room, remembering to avoid eye contact and to pretend to know where I was. People overcrowded every table there was, laughing and smoking as they raised their drinks to any kind of toast. The floor was pulled up, the paint on the walls were peeling off and the music was painfully old, but by the drinks lined up against the wall and the guards at every exit, it was still obvious to see that this wasn't just an average dingy bar. It was a cover-up.

I bit the inside my lip and tried to think. The backdoor would be somewhere out of sight, which wasn't good news for me. I took a seat on an open stool and waved over the bartender.

"Jack Daniels, straight," I ordered, "and point me to the washroom, if you could."

He was tattooed almost as much as V and Suga and rolled his eyes as he gave me my drink, thumb thrusting behind him. I downed it in one gulp, throat burning.