Don't Ask Don't Tell

Chapter 14: God forbid you could be a normal person for once

"And so, we divide what we have."
Yoongi had never seen anything like this before in his life. Yes, all the resident bank-robbery tools were present, but the second duffel bag held more weaponry than he had ever seen before, ever. He didn't know this many different kinds of gun existed. Bullets were spread across the table like croutons on the world's most deadly salad. Empty clips were in the bag still, and Felix was the only one who was willing to do the tedious nonsense of placing a bullet into a clip, and also the only one with small enough fingers. Other than Yoongi.
"Which would you like, Suga?" V asked, and Yoongi shrugged.
"What's your recommendation?" He replied.
"Well, considering that you've never fired one," V stared at the table. "Let me think."
Yoongi looked at the shining array of assault rifles laid out on the table in front of him. This just made it all the more real. This was actually something he could fucking die doing.
Not to mention having to kill other people.
"You look like you'd suit a 12-gauge," V said, picking up one of the arrays of weaponry.
"Where did you get all of this, can I ask?"
"Imported."
"From?"
"America, of course. The only place to get both an AR-15 and a new bank account all in one place."
"That just sounds convenient," Felix said.
"Shut up, necro. Those clips don't fill themselves."
"It's so boring," Felix whined. Yoongi was reminded that Felix was just a kid.
"Need some help?" Yoongi asked. Felix nodded.
Yoongi sat down beside him and Jiho began to reiterate what they were doing and how for the millionth time.
This was part of the most critical move. Yes, the bishop had been taken out, and it was very possible, Yoongi noted they way that Jungkook was sitting and watching them all, that the king would be next to go. He just hoped that they'd leave the pawns alone.

The next day, Yoongi instantly spotted the luxury sports car in the school parking lot, and wondered what exactly V wanted now. If he was dragging him into another bank heist, or a murder again, he was out. No matter how brightly the sunlight shined off the surface of V's brand-new looking Lamborghini Aventador.
Yoongi also pretended like he didn't notice that Namjoon, still with a swollen and bruised face, looked at him like he was up to something and that something wasn't good.
"Get in the car, Woojin will help you look for something a little more befitting of where we're going."
"Do I get to know where we're going?" Yoongi asked. "Especially right after school?"
"Patience is a virtue. Now get in."
Yoongi obliged. It wasn't like he was going to do anything else. He knew that he should be going home to study, but he wasn't. He hadn't been able to study since he had started seeing V. It was thankful that his teachers liked him so that his grades hadn't completely tanked, and he still had his 3.5 GPA. It wasn't the 4.0 he needed though. Wasn't the 4.5 he wanted. He'd gotten his first C yesterday, and a prompt concerned look from his teacher. He had a test tomorrow that he knew he should study for because he was already uncertain about the subject material and he knew that he needed help.
But here he was, going out with a mafia member in a car that cost more than anything Yoongi would ever make in his entire lifetime.
If he had to choose, he would have picked the million-dollar car and coppery stench of blood money over books and coffee.

Yoongi was instantly rushed by Jackson, Woojin, Minghao, and Sehun, who took his school blazer and stowed it off in the endless closet off in the corner.
"So I heard you were going clubbing with Mr. Kim," Jackson said, shoving Yoongi into a bedroom with the three others in tow.
"Am I now?"
"I have to say, Frog is pretty pricey. I was surprised he wanted to take you there."
"Money is no object to Mr. Kim," Yoongi said, parroting his words back to him. "I'd have thought he'd take me to Club Egg if that was the plans tonight."
"He does love surprises."
Half an hour later, Yoongi had been forced into black skinny jeans, completely skin-tight, and a loose-fitting maroon dress shirt. He didn't know how Sehun managed it, but his previously unbrushed, tangly black hair was styled into the classic slightly tousled mess that was trendy.
"You clean up nice, you know?" Jackson said. "If I just look at you, I can nearly pretend you aren't poor."
Minghao gave him a look that Yoongi pretended he didn't notice.
"When do you think Mr. Kim will be out?"
"Oh, God knows," Jackson answered. "He always takes forever to get ready."
Yoongi hoped that V took a literal eternity. The last thing he was looking forward to was going to a nightclub. The very thought made him feel uncomfortable. A crowd of sweaty, drunken strangers, all crowded together, shitty music, it was just like the strip club. Yoongi fucking hated that place with a burning passion, why would he pay to go somewhere just like it?
"Well, whenever it is, I hope it's soon."
"Shhh, shut up. You'll jinx it, he's gonna take even longer now!"
Yoongi sighed. It was always a great sign when Jackson and Minghao were arguing with each other. Yoongi sat down in a nearby armchair, overstuffed and impossibly ugly but no doubt pricey. That's how rich people thought if it had a large enough price tag it didn't matter how it looked. Fucking rich people.
An hour later, an agonizing hour of Minghao and Jackson bickering later, V stepped into the front room, dressed surprisingly casual, at least for him. Jeans and a loose-fitting white dress shirt. He looked almost normal. Like anyone else could.
"Looking dapper as alw-"
"Shut up, Jackson." V cut him off, and Jackson didn't look like he thought it was all that much of an insult. V smiled brightly at Yoongi, and Yoongi almost melted. It had been so long since he had seen V genuinely smile.
"You look really nice," Yoongi mumbled, awkwardly. He'd never been on what amounted to an actual date before. He'd only ever gone anywhere with Namjoon before. Namjoon. He probably hated Yoongi now. He was utterly full of shit when he said that a lifelong friendship wouldn't break that easily. One punch to the face and it was all over.
"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself." V replied, pulling Yoongi in for a kiss. "Although I'm sure your clothes would look even better on my bedroom floor," V whispered, right in Yoongi's ear. Yoongi felt himself go bright pink. Sure, he'd had countless drunk and tasteless idiots say that in the club when he was working, even something as simple as serving drinks got him conversation like that, but it felt different coming from V.
V smiled at how flustered Yoongi had become.
"Ready to leave?"
"Ready if you are."
"Have a good time, you two!" Jackson trilled. Minghao elbowed him in the ribs, but he seemed to take no notice.