Hong Kong Heist [AHS book 2]

3rd step

Yoongi focus

His research had left them with exactly one victim for the luggage swap. Son Gahyung, member of the conservative party, 44 years old, single for a reason. Yoongi watched the man stuffing the fifth soggy hot dog into his mouth, dripping sauce all over the newspaper he was reading. The man was a rather pathetic example of the political race, and Yoongi did not feel bad at all for instrumentalizing this guy for their plan. Maybe he would have, had Mr. Son not acted like a total asshole towards the airport staff. Why were it always the pathetic exemplars that acted like they owned the world?

Son was done with his hot dog and grabbed the coffee to-go from the counter to leave for his check-in. Not getting checked all over appeared to be a huge plus regarding time limits before boarding. The big silver aluminum suitcase rattled over the tiles behind the big man, and directly behind it Yoongi pulled out his phone to take a picture of the model and manufacturer.

This was the third time he watched their victim at the airport. Of course, Son did not fly to Hongkong every time, but they needed to get to know the man's airport behavior to find possible weaknesses where they could attack. The pause at the kiosk in the entrance hall was a constant, although the choice of food was not. Depending on how much time was left, the big man would either go just for a coffee or take his time for some greasy fast food.

Yoongi sent Taehyung the pictures and turned around to leave. His best friend was out shopping for their vacation, so Yoongi could spare himself the trouble of buying the suitcase. Taehyung would know where to look.

Namjoon probably was at work at the time, so they would have to meet later this evening to discuss how they would proceed. Maybe he could use the time to pack for Hongkong, so he would not have to bother about it later. Satisfied with his plan, he left the airport.

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When Yoongi entered Taehyung's apartment in the evening, his best friend was busy packing a huge suitcase.

"Yoongi," the crimson whined when he saw him, "I don't know which clothes to pack."

"I thought you've been shopping today?" he asked confused and walked over to the kitchenette to get himself a glass of warm water.

"Yeah, I know, but I got distracted by the new winter collections," Taehyung admitted with a shy boxy smile.

Yoongi just shook his head and left the fashion idiot to his problem. He had packed four black t-shirts, two short jeans and underwear for a week, plus a suit because you never knew. That was all. He never had understood the younger's packing demeanor; it seemed useless, given that literally no-one cared what you were wearing. But Taehyung's life was a catwalk and he respected that, he just did not want to be included in the business. He had made that experience once and had sworn never to engage in the stripes-or-dots-question again.

"Ask Namjoon when he comes. He seems like a fashionable guy," he answered diplomatically and sat down at the table to watch the cold rain outside. If he was honest, he longed for a vacation, too. The rainy and gray Seoul did not help his daily mood at all.

Half an hour later, the ex-cop was guided upstairs by Mrs. Lee and instantly captured by Taehyung for the fashion discourse. To Yoongi's astonishment the cop -one- was able to have that talk with Taehyung and apparently offered satisfying advise -and two- had dyed his hair to hazel-colored. Without the black mop he looked so much gentler that Yoongi almost did not recognize him. Had Tae advised him to do that because, damn, it did the man fine. Maybe he should try changing his hair-color, too?

However, Namjoon and his best friend were laughing and conversing over the fashion business, and piece by piece the suitcase filled, so that they were able to go on with the planning twenty minutes later.