Wanted ♔ BTS x BLACKPINK [GTA/criminal!au]

02 - "dna."

02 - BTS

Hoseok sped down the freeway, dodging vehicles with ease while the four other boys whooped and hollered with excitement; adrenaline coursing through their veins as the red and blue lights disappeared behind them.

"We did it! We fucking did it!"

"Hell yes!"

"Holy shit!"

"Christ that was insane! The military was there and everything."

"Oh my god. We wouldn't of got out of there if it wasn't for you, bro." Namjoon nudged Hoseok who was slowing down heading into a parking garage.

"He's right. We were suppose to meet on the other side of the building, but you came out of no where, I thought we were done for." Jimin sighed in thanks as he ran a hand through his hair.

"We all wouldn't of got out of there if it wasn't for Taehyung and Yoongi." Hoseok parked the car before turning the car off. "Wipe the car down just in case."

Everyone began to rub cloths against the car handles, dashes, cup holders and seats quickly before an engine was heard speeding into the car park.

The boys pulled their guns out on instinct; guns clutched tightly at their sides cautiously. The unknown vehicle stopping directly beside them, skidding in the process.

The window rolled down slowly, the boys relaxed once they saw him; the tension breaking in a split second.

"Taehyung! What the hell?!"

Jimin laughed as the alien boy smiled innocently.

"Get in, and hurry. Suga wants us all back at home now."

***

Each boy carried a duffle bag as they walked toward the house; each boy giddy with the thought of how much they were about to get their hands on.

The large house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; other than Suga nervously typing away at his computer setup that is.

He had to be sure; he always had to be sure. Each and every time he sent them on these jobs he'd type furiously at his keyboard.

Checking every website and every news channel and anything else that could be evidence that would somehow trace back to somebody finding out their identities.

Everything seemed to be okay. The usual words popping up; casualties, heist, getaway, seven, BTS and so on.

The six other boys boots hit the oak floors loudly, causing Suga to bolt from his chair, knocking over red bull cans and empty chip bags on the way out of his workroom.

"Suga! Bro?!" Taehyung yelled his friends name and was nearly toppled over by a rushing Suga.

"Are you all good? Is anybody hurt? Did you all make way with the money? Fucking talk!"

Suga shook Tae by his shoulders quickly causing the younger friend to laugh; this happens every time, Suga overreacts each time they come home from the job.

"We're all fine; we made way with a fuck ton of money, bro!"

Taehyung excitedly dragged Suga to the living room where six duffle bags were placed on the glass coffee table.

"Holy fuck." Suga eyes widened at the site of all the cash being unpacked.

"Thanks to you we had a lot of time to pack a lot of cash." Jungkook said with a big smile as he unpacked his bag.