Insanity (TAEKOOK)✔️

Chapter Two

- Taehyung -

   I sit next to the coffee table, watching as Jimin dumps out his bag of loot from our last job. Diamond necklaces, gold and diamond watches and earrings, and some really expensive fake lashes for whatever reason. I pick them up and give Jimin a curious look. He shrugs in response and begins to spread the stuff out all over the surface, for Namjoon to examine.

   Jeongguk is sitting opposite me, fidgeting with his gloves, pulling at the strings where the gloves were wearing down and shredding at the knuckles. I turn and look over at Yoongi, who is playing around with his lighter. His face was still glowing with excitement, probably remembering the way our last victim's house lit up in the flames he set. Smooth, fast, big, and bright. I wasn't a pyromaniac like Yoongi, but that was one beautiful flaming house.

   Once Namjoon finished going over the loot, confirming that none of it was being tracked and it was all genuine, we started dividing the stuff. Now, some groups like us might have problems with dividing it up easily. But we never had that issue. Even though there were seven of us, we didn't have issues. Each of us gets 14%, and then Namjoon gets 16% since he's the leader, and a damn good one at that.

   Once everything is divided, we decide what to do with our stuff. Usually we'll pawn some of the cheaper, less stand-out stuff, and then the really expensive things go on the black market. Occasionally we'll choose to keep something if we really like it. I have a collection of really pretty silver watches at home that I saved from work, since I liked them so much.

   "Does this watch look good on me?" Seokjin asked, raising his right hand which displayed a white-gold watch with light pink highlights around the clock and on the buckle. He didn't even wait for someone to respond before answering himself; "Of course it does. Everything looks good on me." I roll my eyes and go back to examining my stuff.

   I hear Jeongguk crack some bratty joke towards Yoongi, who doesn't respond as usual. Guk lets out a laugh, and I decide to have my own fun.

   "Hey, Jeongguk. I bet this necklace would look really nice on you." I state, lifting up a diamond and topaz choker collar. I look up at him, expecting him to roll his eyes in his bratty way and ignore me. But when my eyes meet his, I'm greeted by a very different reaction as his face gets flushed and his eyes dilate. He quickly looks down into his lap and turns all his attention to organizing his loot, before his jaw opens slightly and his brows furrow. He looks back up at me and gives me a nasty look, accompanied by him flipping me off and a quick "fuck you" before grabbing his stuff and turning all the way around so I could only see the back of his head.

Brat.

*****

- Jeon Jeongguk -

   "So.... Gukkie... How was your week at school?" My dad asks uncomfortably. I shrug and continue picking at the eggs and sausage on my plate. He watches me for a minute before he sighs at his failed attempt of father-son bonding and turns his attention to my grandfather, who is sitting next to me. I try my best to ignore them when in all actuality, I'm listening in to see if they say anything of importance.

   You see, my parents, uncle, and grandfather are all a part of a many generation-long line of police officers, and they see me as the next and only heir. This is annoying, but it's helpful to get information, which has greatly helped me and the Ghosts avoid the police without issue for the last six months. They weren't shy to talk about their investigations around me, especially at the Saturday breakfast table when we were all together.

   This conversation, however, was extremely boring and I lost interest quickly. I waited until they all started moving away from the table to go do whatever it is that they do after breakfast, and then I cleaned up after myself and headed out to the park where I'm supposed to meet up with the others to hang out.