Seven men. All dressed in black. All holding guns.All waiting in their positions, guns loaded, watching their prey carefully.
Hunters. They were all hunters, their piercing eyes locked on the truck. Their black clothes blending them into the shadows.
The truck and its precious cargo approached, unaware of the seven men. Closer and closer it drove through the night.
"Get ready," one of the men, the tallest one, whispered into a phone. The other six prepared themselves for attack.
Suddenly the men pounced into actions. Bullets were flying; some at the driver, some at the wheels. The truck slowed to a stop as the air escaped the tires. Blood oozed from many wounds in the driver. It was over as quickly as it began. Efficient almost to the point of anti-climax.
The cargo had been secured. The money was theirs.
Two of the men stepped forward and shot at the hinges of the doors to the back of the truck, blasting them off so they could get their hands on what was inside.
Devilish smirks appeared on their faces as they saw the stacks of money that glowed from inside.
The rest of them turned around from their defensive positions from around the truck to goggle at their prize. They all grinned and-
"Switch it off," Y/N, the boss of the Society said to one of the men next to her. Sam turned off the screen they had all used to watch the men complete their heist.
"What did you think, ma'am?" Sam, her second in command asked.
Y/N breathed in thoughtfully, laying her arms carefully in the armrests of her chair. She tapped her fingers slowly.
"Yes," she said finally, "I like them. Invite them to the party."
"As you wish," Sam said as he bowed and turned to leave like the rest of the men in the room. They all always insisted on watching the seven men perform, saying that it was always good to get a few extra opinions but none of them had actually said anything this entire time. Only stood watching the men in quiet awe.
"Sam."
He turned around at the sound of his boss' voice, "Yes?"
"What did you say their names were again?"
"I believe they go by the collective name of BTS."
"BTS?" Y/N smiled. "Yes. I like it."
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The Society (BTS ff)
FanfictionSeven men. All dressed in black. All holding guns. The truck and its precious cargo approached. "Get ready." A BTSxY/N ff (but with less romance and more just friendship. ^^) Also, warning: lots of innuendo humour ahead. Hehe.