Imagine an alternate universe where Bangtan Sonyeondan are a group of notorious thieves, and you've been hired to take them down from the inside.
"About a month ago, I learned the identity of one of the members of Bangtan Sonyeondan. I don't know h...
A loud beeping made me bolt up from bed, ready to engage whoever the fuck had disturbed my slumber. Taehyung stood over me, phone in hand, emitting the loudest alarm I'd ever heard. I covered my ears, seriously considering injuring him again.
"Morning." He grinned and turned the alarm off, his stupid square smile making me want to punch his teeth in.
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"Taehyung," I growled. "What the hell are you doing?"
"It's seven. We have to be at work in an hour."
"What?"
He leaned down, mischief glinting in those chocolate eyes. "That's right. It's Take-Your-Prisoner-To-Work Day."
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Funny. Now get the fuck out before I rip your nutsack off."
"Ooooh, not a morning person, are we?" he chuckled, standing up straight. He walked to the door, pulling it open.
"Oh, in case you didn't realize," he said, turning back, "this is just the start of karma being that bitch."
I threw a pillow at him, but he ducked behind the door just in time for it to hit and thump uselessly to the ground. I jumped up and locked the door, not wanting any more idiots coming in and disturbing me. I seriously considered going back to bed to get at least five more minutes of sleep before sighing in defeat.
After getting into the shower, I quickly got dressed. I picked out a gray pinstripe suit consisting of a short pencil skirt and a plunging collared jacket. I wore a white blouse underneath, along with pink heels that had laces I tied into bows at my ankles.
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I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, not wanting to do much with it today, and applied a light layer of makeup.
As I spritzed on perfume, the lock clicked and Taehyung barged in, holding Jin's tablet. "What the hell?" I cried. "Seriously Taehyung? What if I was... indecent?"
He shrugged. "Nothing I wouldn't have seen before."
Irritation pricked at my emotions, but I did my best to tamp it down.
