The Art of the Con (???xMReader)

Chapter XIV - So Close, Yet So Far

Dahyun grimaced as she rubbed the back of her ear. A very subtle buzzing noise rung softly from her earpiece. It has been for the last few minutes. She had stopped hearing all transmissions from Y/N and it scared her. Just a little. Perhaps some radio wavelength interfering with their comm frequency. Her hands rose up and gingerly stroked the side of her face. She looked off to the side, watching Yoongi and Taehyung discussing something from afar. It looked serious. The ringing caused her head to throb heavily and she let out a subtle groan.

"Hey, you okay?" asked Jimin.

She ignored him, closing her eyes and raising her hands higher to massage her temples.

"Here," said Jimin as he led her to a chair on the side of the ballroom. "Rest here."

She walked slowly and sat down, hands still at her forehead, her lips settled in a pout. She let out a deep sigh as Jimin took off his suit jacket and laid it on her lap. He knelt down beside her and pressed his hand against the back of her neck and began massaging there too.

Almost immediately, her head shot up out of her hands, sucking in air through gritted teeth. Jimin quickly retracted his hand in response. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything bad by it. My mother used to do it to me whenever I didn't feel good."

Dahyun chuckled and shook her head.

"No, it felt better. Keep going."

Dahyun pulled her hair forward in front of her face, exposing her snowy white neck to Jimin. As the unnerving sound continued to ring in her head and a tear began to trickle down her face, she began to wonder. What is Y/N up to?

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"Yes, that'll be all. Please don't be late. Thank you. Bye."

Y/N hung up his phone. He had finished changing into a soft brown suit and tucked away his equipment into the foldable briefcase they snuck in, barely had enough room for their heist equipment, the papers, and the diamond. His fingers rose and clutched his necklace as he gazed out into the square from the view of Yoongi's office. It was so beautiful he could stand here all night just gazing into the dazzling streetlights that dimly illuminated the square. Unfortunately tonight, he was on a tight schedule.

Perhaps one day. If he decides to come back.

He glanced down at his watch. They needed to hurry if they were to leave unnoticed.

"Hey, bad habit."

A hand swatted the key out of his hand. He turned to see Rosé and Jennie walk in wearing tight bodycon dresses of opposing color. Rosé donned a black dress, accentuating the fiery orange in her hair. Jennie wore a dazzling white dress, which drew attention to her black hair and smoky eyeshadow, accompanied by a small black cast on her right leg.

"Indeed," responded Y/N, slipping the necklace back in. "Let's go."

The trio made their way into the elevator car.

"Dahyun, we are pulling out," said Y/N.

No response.

"Dahyun, I repeat. We are pulling out. Do you copy?"

Still, nothing.

"Fucking shit," he muttered as the doors began to close.

Y/N pulled out a collapsed crutch from the briefcase and assembled it before passing it off to Jennie. He reached inside his inner jacket pocket and pulled out glasses, fitting them over his eyes as the elevator let out a loud ping, signaling their arrival to the ground floor.

"Burn scam," whispered Y/N as the elevator doors slid open.

The three walked out, but definitely not the same way they came in. Jennie feinted a limp, with Rosé under one arm and the crutch under the other. Y/N lagged behind them, trying to assist her crutch-side arm. There was a security guard awaiting them on the ground floor, right hand on his pistol.