FALLEN PIECES | BTS

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❝ ...good old Shakespeare must have been on something strong when he came up with my story. ❞ — Arty's journal

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Jungkook glanced at his older members as he strapped the holster to his waist, tucking it under his black shirt. They were all in various stages of preparation, voices overlapping in the storage room as some ran through the plan, while others simply nagged at each other and bickered. All of them looked excited.

The young man shared that buzz in the air, anticipation curling in his stomach. He grinned, rolling his well-built shoulders, and caught Jimin's eye with a nod.

'It's been a while,' the older man said, bending down to lace up his black combat boots. His parted hair fell on his forehead, tickling his vision, fixed only for a second after he ran his fingers through it before it stubbornly fell back. 'Don't get cocky,' he said in English, a teasing smile playing at the edges of his full lips.

'What, like you did last night?'

Jimin came back up with a smirk, absent-mindedly running a hand through his thick black hair again. 'You're just jealous you can't get a girl, little Kookie.'

Jungkook pretended to chuck his black Timberlands at the older man, who began to chuckle. 'Fuck you, you know I can get any girl I want, hyung.'

'Ah, but can you get two of them? At the same time?'

This time Jungkook really did throw his shoe, missing a cackling Jimin by a hairsbreadth.

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Hoseok held up the leather jacket for Seokjin, allowing the eldest to get his arms through the stiffer materiel and shrug it on. It gave the good-looking man a gritty edge, one that was often softened by his usual suit and charming smile.

'Did you check out the car? She felt a bit sticky last time,' Seokjin said, rummaging through his bag for the driving gloves he kept there. Hoseok nodded, hands in pockets.

'Yep. Just needed a little fine tuning, nothing more.'

Seokjin nodded absentmindedly. 'Good, good.'

The elder man was a little subdued, but this was normal before he went on a job. His way of concentrating, Hoseok thought to himself. After all, speeding through Seoul at three times the legal limit required extreme concentration, and Seokjin's skills made him their best driver.

'You sure you don't want to do this one?'

Hoseok smiled at the older man, shaking his head. 'No, this one's yours. My foot still isn't quite at what it should be, and something tells me the guys will need a quick getaway.'

Seokjin nodded. 'Our first ransoming,' he muttered, more to himself than to Hoseok. 'Hopefully we don't make this a habit. Too many things can go wrong.'

'Namjoon said she's rich. Only once should be enough. We just need those funds now or else...'

'Things go to shit. Yeah, I know.'

'No pressure then.'

Hoseok grinned as Seokjin laughed lightly, winking, more like his usual self. 'Please, what do you take me for? An amateur?'

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Yoongi pressed enter on the keyboard, and the screen flashed with the live feed from traffic cameras around the city. He felt Taehyung lean in closer beside him, eyes quickly assessing the serial numbers that indicated where each camera was situated.