Don't Ask Don't Tell

Chapter 12: Because who needs a best friend when you have Murder Buddies

That night, V and Yoongi had a rather silent drive to the club. Yoongi wasn't sure how to react, V had been complaining about Jungkook for the entire day, and while Yoongi understood, he was also really fucking tired of hearing it.
V pulled up in front of the club, to a plethora of black cars with tinted windows and men in Dior suits and large sunglasses. As soon as V's Maserati rolled to a stop, a man flicked a cigarette onto the pavement and walked up, motioning for V to roll down the window.
"What is it, Jiho?"
"We have a project for you." He said, eyeing Yoongi in the passenger seat. "And your little friend, too, if he's interested."
"What's the project?"
Jiho smirked. "Come up into the boardroom with us. We have something to discuss."
"What are we discussing?" Yoongi asked.
"Come up with V, and we'll tell you," Jiho answered.
Yoongi was interested. It seemed the prospect of having business to do snapped V straight out of his bitching streak because he got out and followed Jiho into the club without another word, hand in hand with Yoongi.
Yoongi looked at the sneers Ruki and Reita gave him on his way in with a sort of smug satisfaction that made Yoongi feel like he was rubbing it in their faces. Yeah, that's right. I'm with one of the most powerful people in the mafia. I'm important. Yoongi knew it was nothing to be smug about, but after all the nonsense Ruki had spewed, it felt good to be able to show him up like that.
Yoongi might not have liked the fact that V murdered people for a living, but he liked being able to be smug about his rich boyfriend. He'd ignore the murder part for now.

"What we have here, gentlemen, is a heist like nobody has ever seen before." Jiho boasted. Yoongi wasn't sure what he meant. The boardroom was full of people he had barely ever seen before, Felix and Changbin taking up two spaces, Daehyun across from them, Yijeong - who Yoongi had seen around the club before, beside him. And at the head of the table, none other than Jungkook, looking like he thought he was a genius.
"How do you propose we do this?" Changbin asked. Jiho smiled.
The boardroom was thick with the smell of cigarette smoke and liquor paired with expensive cologne. Yoongi wasn't sure what he had gotten himself into, but he wasn't about to stop and think about it now.
Jiho slapped a large map out onto the boardroom table. It took Yoongi a moment to realize it was the floorplans for the Bank of Korea.
Felix smiled so widely it looked like his face hurt.
Yoongi felt sick.
"It's simple, and if we do it right, no jail time." Jiho started. Daehyun considered him, then looked at the paper spread out in front of them.
"None?"
"None."
"What are the plans for this?"
"I'm glad you asked," Jiho said, pulling a pen out of his breast pocket.
"We scope them out the day before, at a minimum. Ideally, we're there at least twice before we hit it. This is where you lot come in." Jiho said.
Felix, Changbin, and V nodded.
"Daehyun." Jiho pointed at him with the end of the pen.
"Yes?"
"You're the first puzzle piece. You'll be the first one in, and the one to disable primary security."
"I can do that."
"You didn't have an option otherwise," Jiho said. "V."
"Yes?"
"You'll bring in the materials to break into the safe."
"Got it."
"Felix."
"Yes, sir."
"Signal jammers, in case there are any wireless alerts from a secondary security system."
"Gladly."
"After we take the money, serial numbers will be traced. So," Jiho stopped abruptly, turning on his heel to face the group of them. "We take a trip to Macau. Filter it through the casino system, and win back ten times what we took."
Felix looked disgustingly thrilled by this idea. Yoongi just felt like he was going to vomit. Rob a bank? Didn't the Yakuza just deal in land sharking? Since when did they-
"I'm in." Felix and Changbin said in unison.
"Me too." Daehyun said."
"Same here," Yijeong said.
"And me too," V said.
Well, fuck. What choice did he have now?
"Count me in," Yoongi confirmed.
"That's excellent. This is scheduled for two weeks from now. Get your shit together by then." Jiho said.
"Class dismissed."
Everyone filed out before Yoongi.
Did he seriously agree to a bank heist? He had never thought that he would ever be a possibility in his life at all.
Yoongi was slowly learning that even if he didn't anticipate it, that didn't seem to mean jack shit.

"What the hell is with you lately?"
Yoongi rolled his eyes so hard that he thought they might pop out of his face and roll around his skull like the world's most gruesome game of Plinko. Namjoon had been asking a lot of questions lately, and they were questions that Yoongi couldn't answer. Namjoon didn't much seem to like that.
"What do you mean, "what the hell is with me lately?" There's nothing "with" me."
"Bullshit," Namjoon said, turning to face Yoongi.
Not even a walk home from school could be peaceful.
"What do you mean bullshit? Nothing is going on, what's with you lately?"
"Don't try and turn this around. Some dude rolls up in a Maserati to pick you up from class and there's nothing going on?"
"Absolutely nothing going on. In fact, it's weird that you think that it's weird some guy picked me up from class in a Maserati."
"Yoongi. You're flat fucking broke. Everyone in your apartment is flat fucking broke. You work in a grocery store. Who the fuck do you know that owns a Maserati?"
"I know many people through many outlets."
Yoongi would be lying if he said the look of utter mind-bending frustration on Namjoon's face didn't make him feel accomplished. Yoongi wasn't very versed in running people in circles, so this was an achievement.
"Can you just answer the question?"
"What question?"
"What's going on with you."
"Nothing is going on with me. Why are you so invested in my life?"
Namjoon looked more pissed than Yoongi had ever seen him.
"Why am I so invested in your life? What kind of-"
"Namjoon, nothing you need to know about is going on. It's fine. I'm fine."
Yoongi kept walking even as Namjoon stopped. He couldn't tell Namjoon anything, not if he wanted to keep his job, his relationship, and whatever ties he had in the Yakuza. Being able to pay his bills was more important than telling Namjoon every single thing that was happening.
Yoongi remembered the days when he thought that the most important thing to him was Namjoon knowing everything, because if Namjoon knew everything, then he would be there for Yoongi. It wasn't that he didn't need Namjoon anymore, because he did, but this was something that he couldn't talk about.
"Yoongi."
"Namjoon."
"I mean it. What is going on, first you tell me that you're doing something that you give me no details about, then you tell me that there's some disgusting fuck at work touching you, and now everything is okay? I don't think everything is okay."
"It's fine now," Yoongi said, walking backwards to face Namjoon. "The guy, he... quit."
"Why the pause?"
"I can't tell you."
"Can't, or won't?"
"Both," Yoongi answered. "Neither. Yes. Maybe. No. Does that answer all your questions?"
"No! Why would it?"
"Because."
"Because?"
"That's all I can give you, so, it better."
"This doesn't make me think anything is going okay. Why are you being vague?"
"Because I can't be specific."
"Who did you kill?" Namjoon asked. Yoongi tried not to cringe. "Or is it drugs? Because I don't care what it is, however illegal it is, I care about you being okay."
"Why do you care so much?" Yoongi asked. He stopped in his tracks now, and Namjoon jogged to catch up to him.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because you're my friend, and you shouldn't be so invested in me."
"Maybe I think that I should, because..." Namjoon trailed off.
"Because?"
"Now that's something I can't go into specifics about."
"Fuck you." Yoongi spat. "What, you want to know everything about me but you aren't going to tell me shit?"
"Fine, Yoongi. What do you need to know?"
"Why are you so goddamn jealous all the time? Why do you have to know what I'm doing and where I'm going all the time?"
"Because I'm worried about you, dumbass."
"Why? You shouldn't worry about me, I'm fine. I can handle myself."
"Clearly, you fucking can't!" Namjoon exclaimed, and before Yoongi could think twice about it, his fist connected with Namjoon's face.
Yoongi felt a sick sense of pride. He didn't think he could hit like that. Namjoon dropped to his knees like a sack of potatoes, blood gushing from his nose.
"What the fuck," Namjoon said, and Yoongi couldn't give him a straight answer.
Maybe V was rubbing off on him. Maybe that was a bad thing.
Even if it was, Yoongi didn't particularly care.
"Why are you so worried about me?"
"Because I'm in love with you, alright?" Namjoon's words sounded strange filtered through a broken nose. "There. I fucking said it."
"You're... in love with me?"
"Have been for about six years now, thanks for noticing."
"So my mom wasn't lying then."
"What?"
"My mom told me you had a massive crush on me. I didn't believe her."
"Well, isn't that nice," Namjoon said, spitting out a mouthful of blood and saliva onto the gravel path under him.
"You look fucked."
"Thanks. I thought I should get my best friend to punch me in the face, bet it'll make for a great look. Glad to hear it worked."
Yoongi turned on his heel and walked off, leaving Namjoon a bloodied mess on the path behind him. It might have been cold, but Yoongi didn't care. Yoongi didn't even know why he didn't care. He just... didn't.
He couldn't afford to. In two weeks, he ran the risk of dying by a police bullet, why should he care?
The thought that maybe when Yoongi was fucking with other people, he was really fucking with himself crossed his mind. Getting himself into more and more dangerous situations was his way of destructing, and he was content to do it.