Ace For Hire // BTS Reader Insert

7

"You.. ass." You said while glaring at Fluffy. Crossing your arms under you chest, you push yourself back more into the wall trying to put space between your bodies. Unluckily, Suga filled up the small space you try putting between you with his own body. The weight of his chest pressed against your crossed arms while he had his forearms pressed to the wall flatly on either side of your head.

"Unless you want my foot up your ass, I suggest you take a step back." You threaten at the male who was only taller than you by a few inches. He ran his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip chuckling a bit out of irritation.

"Try that and I'll make sure you regret ever being born."

"You and everyone else here apparently." You mumbled under your breath looking away. Even though you moved your head to look away he followed you. Making sure you don't break eye contact from him.

"I know you think you've probably got this working in your favor-

"No. I know I got this working in my favor." You interrupted him smugly. Ignoring you, Suga kept talking.

"Everyone in the group doesn't see you as the threat you are. They want to trust you but I've already tried to warn them you're a compromise to BTS. You can have RM wrapped around your finger all you want, but I won't be as easy to trick. He sees you as a benefit, all I see is a burden and a liability to us. Just remember anything you do now is with us. If I feel like something you did was threating BTS, I'll snap your neck." Suga said without every breaking his eyes away from yours.

Digging your nails into your palms and tightening your jaw, you held your breath trying not to beat him within every inch of his life. Because if you did, then you would've just given him a reason to kill you. Which is probably why he was trying so hard to provoke you in the first place. And you weren't ready to give him the reason to kill you just yet. Sick of his smug smirk, you push him off and shoved past him.

Walking to the bathroom door you opened it but stopped in the doorway, turning your head over your shoulder to face him again. "You know for someone who talks a lot, you sure shut easily when RM puts you in your place don't you?" Suga's smugness dropped instantly and darken, clearly hitting a cord with him. "You're all bark no bite, assuming because you're also just RM's bitch."

"You fu--" You slammed the door before he could finish and locked it. You heard someone punch the door, rolling your eyes you turned on the sink to create noise. You looked around for a window, but give up doing that remembering about the tracker. Hesitantly you moved your cuffed wrist closer to the running water. But when you put it under the water fully it doesn't spark or short out. "Waterproof, great." You say under your breath in a whisper.

Wiping your hands off you cracked the door a bit open making sure the hallway was clear. Afterwards you head back to them, while thinking of ways to get rid of the tracker without cutting your own arm off.

Walking back up to the group you indistinctively crossed your arms again. Hobi noticed you and smile handing you a water bottle. "Thanks." You said softly taking it. He flashed you another sunshine smile before going back to the conversation the rest of them were having. You didn't bother to listen in on it so you looked around the arcade. It was probably 4 in the morning at this point so you weren't surprised it was empty besides BTS and a few other workers there.

After hearing the safety cap crack open on the water bottle, you exhaled in relief and took a few sips. Looking back over at BTS sitting at a table drinking and laughing would've made you think they were just a bunch of kids. They probably were just kids, but something happened and they had to grow up. You understood that all too well. Two years ago, all you really worried about was if your crush in middle school liked your new hair cut. Now you worry about the truth, and how badly you want to find the truth before it kills you. Not to mention that now you had to look over your shoulder more than ever with BTS around.

A part of you wish you never had to grow up so suddenly. A part of you regrets breaking into your dad's office. And another part of you wants to see what happens now.

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High school sucks. Not because of the people, or the waste of time it really was. Although those two reasons are pretty good are their own.

But it's because after the arcade you couldn't go home. Because you rather have BTS track you to school than to back home. But you were always prepared in that case. After climbing over the front gates, you quickly dart towards the bushes that line up underneath the windows. You leaned back against the wall and tilt your head up peeking through the window to read the clock.

5:04 am, you probably had an hour before teachers showed up. You slowly stood up checking around for anyone else who also happened to join a gang over night against their will so they have to change at school. Luckily, it was just you there. Standing up now, you pull out a switch blade that was strapped to your upper thigh. Gently sliding the blade under the window, you hear the heavy clunk hit against the wooden panel.

You carefully wiggle your fingers under the window and open it, carefully climbing in while also keep one hand holding the window open. Once inside you closed the window making it thud softly against the wood. You locked it again before sneaking out of the class and into the hallway. Running through the halls, you made a little of noise as you could. You pickpocket open the supply closet door on the second floor, and step in. You flipped a bucket over and climbed onto it pulling a black duffel bag marked with red duct tape down from the top shelf.

You start peeling off the black tights from your legs as you pulled out your school uniform from your bag. You always had spare clothing bags hidden. The red duct duffel was for school, the one in your gym locker was the second emergency one, and the last one was causal clothes hidden by your apartment. You change and carelessly toss the Ace "uniform" into the duffel bag.

You sling the duffel bag over your shoulder and finish pulling your thigh highs up all the way. Siting on the bucket you take your ponytail out and comb through it with your fingers. Looking through your cardigan pockets, you found your fake glasses and put them on. You finish changing and put the bucket away, then you crack open the door a bit peeking out.

A teacher walks by but is too busy reading through his phone to notice the door. Plus he looks like he's in an urgent hurry to get somewhere. Stepping out of the closet you lock the door from the inside before closing it and quietly sneak back down the stairs to act like you just got here very early. Which wasn't entirely a lie.

Glancing at a clock through an open class room door, you went out to the main lockers in the first few halls. 6:11, now you're just waiting for other students to come so that you can walk around without a teacher questioning you. You hear footsteps and chatter of other students which starts to relive you.

But a sudden squeal breaks the relief you started feeling. Other students start to whisper and talking over each other, some girls were even screaming and fan girl-ing. Curiosity finally gets the better of you and you walk out from the lockers to see what's going on.

As if in slow motion, like a tween Disney movie, three boys walk down the cobblestone pattern walk way to the entrance of the school. Guys stop to stare in jealousy, girls stop to stare in a flustered state. You, you just stopped to say, "what the actual hell."

"[Y/N]!!" The boy in the middle yells out before running up to you like a lost puppy.

"V- Taehyung?"

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