BAD BOY - JEON JUNGKOOK

Chapter 11

A/N: Slept for only two hours to watch BTS at Grammys :") No regrets.

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HER eyes widen at the news spilling out from the boy's mouth, body frozen as she tries to register the new info.

"Tonight?!" She shouts, blinking as the men nodded simultaneously, obviously excited about what's to come. Her eyes moved from Jimin's to Namjoon's form.

"Technically, I didn't agree to help you out," She says, watching as the leader glare at her. He put a gun onto the table, sliding it so that it lands nicely and accurately in front of her.

"You're not helping us out," Namjoon says, confusing her, "This is a test for you."

When she didn't react, he stands up from the dining chair, moving to stand beside her. He takes the gun from the table, raising it to her eye level, waving for her to take.

"It's a test to see how well you'll do. We can then tell if you're needed to help us out," He explains, arm falling by his side limply as she take the gun, not used to the feeling of the metal against her palm.

Well, if I fail purposely then I don't need to help out right? Honestly, all of this is so wrong. I'm not a trained member so if I 'accidentally' fail, they can't really blame-

"Don't try on failing on purpose," Namjoon interrupts her dark thoughts. She wince a little as her plan is exposed, and the other guys chuckle.

"We'll be watching you," Namjoon warns, moving back to his seat across of her.

"So, this is the plan." Hoseok starts off.

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"What's the plan again?" Arin mumbles, stress overloading her entire body and mind. The mission hasn't kick off yet, but she's already feeling tired.

She listens as Jimin laughs beside her, throwing his head back as he used a hand to cover his mouth. He look at her in amusement.

"Come on, Arin. Relax," He sings, nudging her playfully, "Hoseok hyung, Jungkook and I will be in there with you."

"No, seriously. Is this a trap? Is this a prank?" She groan, throwing her head back against the seat.

"Just go in there, steal the painting and come back out," Jin reads out professionally, eyeing her from the rear mirror as he drives, "Don't panic or you'll blow your cover."

"You remember how to use the gun right?" Hoseok says next, turning around from the seat in front of her, "Only use it when necessary. It attracts too much attention."

She moves her hand to the gun that is tucked nicely in the belt that hugged her hips.

"Y-Yeah," She swallows, "Why must we steal the painting?"

"This painting belongs to the Lee household. The son, who is the head of the mafia gang, killed his entire family so that he can get ahold of this painting just to sell it for billions," Yoongi explains, calmly scanning his laptop busily, "People like him don't deserve to live."

"W-Wait. Are you guys killing him?" Arin asks, feeling scared and worried at the thought of getting caught by the authorities.