Try Me (BTS Gang AU)

Break-In

The next morning I woke up to Amy shaking me violently.

"What?" I whispered.

"Someone's here," she replied. Seconds later a thump was heard a few steps from my door. Amy and I looked at each other before I got up quietly. Amy had a gun in her hand, while I had two knives – one in hand and the other in my pocket. I took out the diamond and hid it in my closet, leaving the empty briefcase exposed slightly under my bed. Amy and I hid behind my closet door as my bedroom door swung open. A guy is all black with brown Timberland boots and a beanie walked in. He had brown eyes and a mask concealing the rest of his face. He had no weapons in hand as he scoped my room.

"Hyung, they don't seem to be here," the guy said. Another guy with the same attire but red Vans walked in.

"Don't be silly Kook. Why would their car be here if they weren't?" the red Vans guy said. The "Kook" guy saw my briefcase and pointed to it under my bed. I gestured Amy to go for the guy in red Vans and I'll go for the other guy. The red Vans guy bent down the get the briefcase and we attacked. I roped my arm around the Timberland guy's arms while holding a knife to his throat. Amy kicked the other guy and pointed her gun at him.

"Who are you guys?" I asked. They both looked at each other, too stubborn to say a word.

"If you don't say anything, I'll shoot you in the foot," Amy told the red Vans guy. The guy just shook his head and chuckled. He looked older than the one I was holding.

"If you don't start talking Mr. red Vans, your dongsaeng is going to get very injured," I said lowly. The red Vans guy snapped his head up and saw me push the knife closer to the other one's neck. One move could pierce his skin.

"Okay fine! Just leave him alone," the Van guy said. I gestured Amy to tie him up first. Amy tied up to red Vans guy and after I tied my guy. We took them and plopped them onto the living room couch.

"Names," I demanded. They said nothing.

"Crystal maybe we should-"

"Names!" I demanded while releasing the safety on Amy's gun and pointing at the Timberland guy.

"Kim Taehyung," the red Vans guy said. I looked at the other guy.

"Just tell them Kook," Taehyung said as he nudged the maknae.

"Jeon Jungkook," he said through his gritted teeth.

"Good," I said.

"Taehyung and Jungkook what are you doing in our house?" Amy asked without looking up. Taehyung looked at Jungkook before sighing.

"Hyung! You can't tell them!" Jungkook exclaimed.

"I don't have a choice Kook. They're more aggressive than any group I've seen," Taehyung said. Jungkook huffed as he leaned back onto the couch.

"Dongsaeng issues?" I asked gingerly. Amy hit the back of my head and I groaned.

"What?" she said when I looked at her.

"What did I do?" I muttered under my breath.

"What was that dongsaeng?" she asked mockingly.

"Nothing," I said. She smiled at my defeat before turning back to the boys.

"Back to you?"

"Well our leader is Kim Namjoon..." Taehyung started. Amy's eyes widened and so did mine. I coughed as the boys looked at us confused.

Kim Namjoon? As in the leader of one of the biggest groups in South Korea? As in the people we stole from last night?

Amy and I glanced at each other before collecting ourselves.

"Namjoon, huh? Isn't he the leader of BTS?" Amy said playing it off cool.

"Oh that group ," I said playing along.

"Are you his little rookies?" Amy asked with a smirk.

"No! We are a part of the inner circle! And if you don't let us go, he's coming for you!" Jungkook yelled as he struggled against the rope.

"Inner circle," I mumbled before looking up at Amy. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my room.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Amy, they are a part of the seven inner circle members," I stressed. Her eyes slightly widened.

"You mean the ones that conduct most of the dirty work?" she asked. I nodded.

"According to our files, Jungkook and Taehyung are the spies of the group. They major in sneaking into buildings and stealing stuff. Jungkook is good at martial arts and Taehyung is a mystery," I told her. We heard someone walking towards the door and I stepped in front of Amy. Jungkook and Taehyung had gotten out of the ropes.

"I knew we should have been watching them," Amy muttered.

"Well ladies, it's been a good time," Taehyung started with a box smile.

"But we believe you have something of ours," Jungkook finished with a smirk.

"I have no interest in returning my stuff to you," I scoffed.

"Then we'll have to take it by force," Jungkook said as he took out a knife. I rolled my eyes and Amy tapped me gently on the shoulder.

"It's 10am. We have to meet with our client at noon," she reminded me. I sighed loudly.

"Let's get this over with," I muttered. Amy took out her knife and Jungkook lunged for me. Amy jumped at Taehyung while I dodged Jungkook. He swiped at my stomach, missing me slightly. I bent down low and swept my leg under him, making his fall. I kicked the knife out of his hand, making him look back at me. He grabbed my leg and pulled me down; I hit my head against the bed frame. My vision blurred as I blinked my eyes. I blinked it twice before seeing Jungkook about to stab me. I rolled over, making his knife get stuck in the floorboards and kicked him off balance into the wall. He shook his head and stood up, wobbling from side to side. I glanced at Amy who had a light graze on her arm, then at Taehyung who had a cut on his cheek. Amy looked at me and I signaled her to move. Jungkook stood beside Taehyung and I roundhouse kicked both of them in a line. They fell to the floor groaning in pain. I looked at Amy, who looked at me and chuckled.

"You always gotta bring out that kick, huh?: she said before handcuffing the boys AND tieing them up.

"I ALWAYS have to kick somebody Amy," I said with a smirk before grabbing a syringe from the drawer. I injected the boys with something that will make them sleep for about an hour or two.

"Should we dump them somewhere?" Amy asked as she dragged Taehyung to the door.

"Yeah, let's do it 10 miles from their base," I said. She nodded and we tossed the boys into the back of our car.