TIME | BTS {crime} ✓

Chapter I

BTS Office
May

In the heart of New York, stands a high-rise, sleek, burnished building. Making his way towards this building, was Namjoon, dressed in his everyday office attire.
Taking wide strides into the building, he barely acknowledged the greeting received from the receptionist, with a cursory nod.

Upon notice, Seokjin made a beeline towards Namjoon. Stepping into the elevator, not a word was said between the two... Until the doors closed.

'Files.', Namjoon said, facing the doors as the elevator moved up.

Seokjin handed him a simple black manilla file.

'I don't have much information yet. Those are just their office hours.'

'Expected.'

The elevator sounded, opening the doors onto the fifth floor.

Workers scurried around, trying to move out of the CEO's way. Namjoon and Seokjin passed the Senior Creative Consultant office, where a casually dressed man, pencil in hand, rotated in his chair.

'Morning, Boss! Morning, Jin!', Jungkook smiled, spinning back around.

Namjoon rolled his eyes at the younger one, continuing to walk to his office. Seokjin nodded towards the office, indicating that Jungkook follow them.

'Here's your coffee.', Hoseok says, handing Namjoon a cup with a coffee sleeve.

'Please tell me you've got something, Hoseok.'

Namjoon takes the cup from him, setting his briefcase down, sitting back in his recliner.

'I do.', he says and slaps today's newspaper onto the desk.

HEADLINE: BTS, THE NEW ADVERT AGENCY FOR YOU!

'We need to stop drawing so much attention to ourselves, Namjoon!', Hoseok flails his arms.

'Lower your volume.', Jungkook says, entering the room, shutting the door behind him.

'I don't understand... I didn't give them permission to publish this.', Namjoon continued to read the article.

Just then, a slim man, in a dress shirt and slacks, ran into the room, laptop in hand.

'Why are we on every economy and commerce website? I thought we were keeping this on the low. This is NOT on the low!', he yells pointing at his screen.

'I didn't give anyone permission to do this, Yoongi.', Namjoon said, exasperatedly.

'Then who did?', Seokjin asked.

The room went silent.

'Your muscles are so huge! Do you work out a lot?', a female voice was heard saying from outside the office.

Standing outside the office was Jimin and a coworker, fiddling with her hair, brushing herself up against him.

'Yeah? You really think so? I can show- Woah!', Jimin got cut off as Jungkook dragged him away by the collar.

'Call me!', Jimin yelled at the coworker he was just flirting with.

'Jimin, do you know anything about this?', Yoongi asked, showing him his laptop.

'I'm in charge of the people we cast and the directing, how would I?', he pulls away from Jungkook's grip, fixing his ruined shirt.

As if he was listening for the moment, Taehyung magically appeared in the doorway.

'Good morning. Does everyone like the surprise?', Taehyung asked with a smug grin.

Shutting the door behind him, he took a seat in one of the chairs.

'Why would you do this without my consent?', Namjoon raged.

'Oh, well, Mr. CEO, I received calls from various media platforms and thought- 'Why not? Let's get out there, make a name for ourselves!'. Because the best way to hide is to not hide at all, but to be right under the seeker's nose.', Taehyung spoke in a matter-of-fact way.

'How dare you? You could get us killed!', Namjoon slammed his hands on the table and stood up.

'No, how dare you, Namjoon? Creating this company when we already have an empire! And without our full consent.', Taehyung lowly said, getting close to Namjoon's face.

'It was based on consent.', Namjoon tested Taehyung's patience.

'We ride together, we die together. We sink or we swim together. All of our decisions have to be one or none.', Taehyung spat.

'You were the only person who was against this, everyone else was pro. Now that it's here and we have it, we will use it to our advantage. Do not try to be a smartass, just leave all the decision making to me.'

Taehyung stared at Namjoon with so much intensity, it was felt by the other five men around them.

'All right, boss.', Taehyung said, backing away.

He was headed for the door. All the boys watched him in shock. He stopped in front of Jimin and reached into his pocket.
Pulling out a strip of paper, he handed it to Jimin, who looked at the numbers on it, puzzled.

'The girl you were talking to gave it to me. Looks like you need it more than I do.'

And with that, he left.

Where to?
The safe house of course.

Wait, you didn't think these were their real jobs, did you?

au. n. hello! how did you stumble across this book? : )