Through The Scope || Yoonmin

8

Taehyung smiled behind his mask, pulling his pistol out of its holster aiming it near the handle, but not directly at it. If he wasn't going to be invited in kindly, he'd just make his own way in.

After unlocking the safety, Taehyung pulled the trigger. The sound was loud in his ears, yet it was a sound he had grown to love. Taehyung shot the gun a few more times at the wood, making the hole large enough to stick his hand through.

Taehyung put the safety back on the gun and holstered it before reaching his right hand inside and unlocking the door. He then twisted the handle, pushing the door open with his other hand.

Just as fast as he had fired the pistol, he aimed his m16 everywhere he looked. Slowly, Taehyung entered the room with his guard up high. The combat boots he wore made little sound against the marble beneath his feet, bringing him stealth.

Except, one problem. He wasn't just up against some civilian, but a former Detective. Regardless if he had lost some of his moves, he wouldn't go down without a fight.

Row after row passed his vision, and no sign of life. That is, until he heard the faintest sound of glass crunching. So faint, if you didn't focus on listening, you wouldn't have heard it.

Taehyung half smiled behind his mask, resting his finger on the trigger of his gun as he walked over to the last row.

As soon as Yoongi saw the feet rounding the corner, he pushed a box out from the final shelf and crawled through to the other side. His axe fell to the ground in front of him, but Taehyung didn't seem to mind when he pointed the gun to his head.

"Get up." Taehyung demanded from the beginning of the row, slowly closing the distance between the two. When Yoongi made no move to get up, Taehyung laughed. "You're crushing my patience, I won't ask again."

Yoongi nodded, his chest heaving. Hesitantly, he got to his feet, but pretended to fall forward to the ground. Yoongi grabbed the axe and stood up straight, taking a swing at the mask.

Taehyung ducked, going behind Yoongi and kicking his leg at the shorter male's back, sending him flying forward to the ground with a yelp. You could say he had a lot of training.

"You messed up, get your ass over here." Taehyung stomped over, kicking the axe out of Yoongi's reach and bending over, gripping his hair and forcing him to his feet. "An axe against a gun. Is that truly the best you could do?"

Yoongi struggled against Taehyung's hold, gasping for air when he was put in a chokehold. "Nnh!" Taehyung was dragging him backwards, making him choke from the tight hold and lack of foot balance. Yoongi coughed and stomped on Taehyung's foot, trying to throw Taehyung's body over his head. But he couldn't. That only pissed him off more, but the thought of being unconscious during a robbery scared him.

Taehyung was slightly startled to feel Yoongi stop struggling in his hold. It was odd, but he wasn't going to be kind now. He threw the elder on the ground, aiming his gun at his head.

"You're going to stand up and put your hands behind your back. You're not going to struggle. You're not going to fight. You're going to walk with me. Do I make myself clear?" Taehyung yelled, slinging his gun over his shoulder and pulling out his pistol.

Yoongi kept his hand to his throat, gulping down the air as if his life depended on it. After a few seconds, and the very convincing sounds of the pistol, Yoongi nodded in agreement.

As much as he wanted to fight back, he knew it was much easier to let them steal and leave, rather than put his life at risk when he didn't have the right weapon to fight with.

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Taehyung had a grip tight on Yoongi's hair, his Mickey mask splattered with spots of blood. In fact, Seokjin thought it tied the whole outfit together. That's beside the point. Taehyung held the end of the pistol harshly against Yoongi's neck, stomping his way down the stairs quickly.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the staircase, Taehyung shoved Yoongi down at the group of people, who were sitting down in the corner of the bank, clearly frightened.

Jungkook laughed, but he made sure to keep it quiet. A pissed off Taehyung wasn't someone he wanted to fight with. At least, not in front of their guests.

"How much time?" Seokjin asked impatiently, walking up to Taehyung and nudging his side with the safer side of his gun.

Taehyung pushed his mask close to Seokjin's, keeping his voice low. "Because of our little fucking friend over there, less than ten minutes." Agitation was clear in his voice as he spoke, but he kept himself calm. Or, as calm as he could, anyway.

Seokjin pulled away with a light chuckle, though he could feel the tense atmosphere. He didn't like it one bit.

"Alright, we're going to play a little game, everyone." Seokjin raised his voice, resting half of his gun on his shoulder. "Whoever works here, stand up! If you don't work here, stay seated.

Seokjin smiled giddily when he saw about a little less than half of their 'hostages' stand up. That was a nice amount of workers. Seokjin loved the thrill of near death experiences, he loved seeing people afraid under their command.

"Green light, Kims."

Upon hearing Namjoon's approval, Seokjin could only feel his excitement rack up.

"Lovely, let's begin. I need officer Gong Yoon to walk over to me." Seokjin made eye contact with the man, tilting his head when the man made no move to walk. "I wasn't asking."

Gong Yoon bit the inside of his cheek, trying to contain his anger, and fear, as he walked towards the man. When he came to a halt in front of him, he snarled, "How may I help-"

Seokjin pushed his pistol against Gong Yoon's neck, gripping his hair to pull his head back. "You can start by shutting the fuck up." Seokjin then smiled and pulled away, keeping his gun aimed at his head. "Take me to the control room and put your hands up."

Gong Yoon put his hands up, reluctantly starting off in the direction of the control room. This was not his day, not one bit. Seokjin followed him, his gun pointed at the back of his head.

Jungkook jogged over to the other side of the room, keeping his eyes on their hostages while he spoke to Namjoon. "How many minutes till the police arrive?"

"Park has a few people creating a diversion. What would have been five is now fifteen, that's including escape time."

Jungkook hummed, looking down at his watch. Well then, there was no time to waste. "Perfect."
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this double update is to make up for my absence today. I apologize for taking so long to update, however, I've had quite the week with complications. Ily, have a great week!!