Ride With You (part five)
Or, Jungkook's exes can really hold a grudge
Ot7 x reader (jungkook x reader focus, slow burn, mafia au, the Boys are Crazy, namjoon🥰, your first mission!!)
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While they had begrudgingly decided to let you let you come on the mission, it was clear they didn't care if you knew what was happening. You were left in the dark about all the details, their conversation as they prepared to leave going completely over your head.
"Are we completely sure no one will recognize Jin?" Hoseok asked, tucking a small pistol into the waist band of Yoongi's suit. "He is technically a big deal, no?"
"It doesn't matter if they recognize him," Namjoon answered, fixing his tie in the mirror. Jimin stood behind him, fluffing up his hair every few moments, then shaking his head and fluffing it into a different style again. "Not many people should, but, if they do, they won't track him back to Bangtan."
"Yeah, they'll just think he's finally doing a favor for his dear old dad and making a public appearance." Taehyung smirked up at Jin, helping the older man put cufflinks on his jacket.
Jin rolled his eyes. "Ugh, you're right. Hopefully my dad doesn't hear about this. I don't need him calling me again."
You locked eyes with Jungkook who was standing next to you, the two of you leaning against the wall away from the rest as they prepared and perfected their disguises. He and you were also dressed rather fancily. While Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin and Taehyung had on sleek grey and beige suits, Jungkook had just opted for a white dress shirt and black slacks with suspenders, arguing that it was easier to move around in. You were wearing a rather attention grabbing red dress, with a high slit and a tight fit. You wondered if it was so eye grabbing to distract others or to make sure Namjoon didn't lose sight of you. Probably both.
Jungkook leaned in closer to you at your inquisitive look, answering your silent question. "Jin is the son of a pretty big CEO. He's well known in the business world by name but not by face, as he's rumored to be reclusive. Only a few people know what he actually looks like. And no one knows he's secretly a member of Bangtan."
"How is that possible?" You murmured back, eyeing the tall man.
Jungkook gestured towards the hackers. "Those two. They sweep the internet every once in a while, or if they're just suspicious someone might be snooping too much, and wipe it of all things Kim Seokjin. Besides his name of course."
"So they can still deploy him on missions like this without anyone knowing, even if he's technically famous." You hummed, putting it together.
"Yes, in a way. It's just better if people don't know he's connected to Bangtan. Seokjin doesn't actually go on many missions, unless they're recon like this one. He's charming, so he's useful for stuff like this, but if he gets injured or exposed, it's risky for us and for his father's business. And he needs the connection to his dad to ensure connections to others." Jungkook explained. "You wouldn't believe how many situations he's gotten us out of just from a little name-dropping."
You nodded, deciding not to correct on the fact that he started saying 'us' instead of 'Bangtan' and let the conversation drop.
By now, the fancily dressed men were gathered around the sole table in the dim room, picking up the folder and spreading it out on the surface. "Alright, to recap:" Namjoon pointed at a headshot of a smiling older man with gray slicked back hair. "We are looking for him, Al Warner. He's had some suspicious activity that may be connected to the organizations and may have vital information. Approach him with caution and don't be obvious about the info we're digging for."
He looked up, addressing Taehyung and Yoongi. "Anyone who you see talk with him that looks suspicious, keep track of. Better yet, tell us where they are and we'll make time to find and talk to them too. You never where good intel is gonna come from."
Yoongi nodded. "I'll be heading for their security room on the second floor first thing."
"And I'll be up there too finding a way to get control over the power system in case we need to make a quick exit." Taehyung added.
"Good. Me, Jungkook, Jin will be on the first floor." Namjoon confirmed. And me, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes. You wondered how boring tonight would be, glued to Namjoon's side all night. But who were you kidding? Anything was better than sitting in your room.
"Actually," Jin interjected. "I think it might be worth it to have Jungkook sweeping the second floor. A lot of shady people tend to gather away from everybody, and that might include some of the people we're looking for."
"People talk louder when they think no one's around." Jimin shrugged. "I think it's a good idea, too."
Namjoon nodded, amending his mental plan. "Okay. Jungkook on the second floor, me and Jin on the first, and Tae and Yoongi watching all our backs."
"And me and Jimin won't be far when you need a getaway driver." Hoseok smiled, and for a moment, you thought about how it was strange to see a happy expression on the person you had only seen mean smirks from before.
"Perfect." Namjoon nodded, looking over everything. "Let's go then."
You all made it to the gala fashionably late, arriving just after the paparazzi and attention was on the scenery inside rather than the guests coming in. The layout of the ballroom was like a stadium, you entered on the second floor and stairs led down to the bottom, where everyone was talking and conversing, people in gorgeous dresses and suits eating hors d'oeuvres and drinking thin flutes of champagne. "You all know the plan." Namjoon said and everyone dispersed, off to their assignments. You took a step forward with Namjoon and he stopped you.
"Wait here."
You furrowed your brows. "What do you mean wait here. You want me to just stand here by myself?"
Namjoon hummed. "Good point. Yoongi, keep an eye on her. This'll only take a minute." He walked around the corner, disappearing from sight.
"Ugh", you scoffed, pacing back and forth, watching people converse from the upper balcony of the ballroom where you waited for Namjoon. The longer he took to return the more your temper rose. "I can't believe this. This is so dehumanizing." You ranted, peeling the tight dress away from your ribs so you could breathe comfortably for a second.
Yoongi didn't look pleased about being with you either, leaning against the wall and looking like he was about to fall asleep. "Who cares? Humans are scum anyway." Yoongi said, not even looking in your direction as rested his eyes. "You don't need to worry your pretty little head. Just do what we say." He said conversationally, like it was easy to.
"And if I don't?" You challenged, stopping and staring him down, not that he was acknowledging you in any way.
"If you don't, Namjoon and Hoseok will have your ass." He replied, nonchalantly.
You tilted your head, something about the phrase not sounding right. "Don't you mean have my head?"
"No, they have a thing for spanking." He deadpanned.
"No way! You guys are not going to lay a hand on me or else--" You shook your head, pointing a finger at him and his eyes finally snapped open, intensity stunning you as he stepped towards you menacingly.
"Or else what? You're not in a place of negotiation here, kitten." He spat, obviously fed up with you. "You either do what we say or we throw you to the wolves. You can help us take down your old bosses or burn with them, we don't care."
"You wouldn't." You protested weakly. "Jungkook would never forgive you if--"
"Jungkook is the only reason we haven't blown your head off yet. But we don't take kindly to resistance. He'd learn to live without you." He glared at you like you were a wad of gum he stepped on, turning back around to get back to his resting position against the wall, obviously done talking.
"You're monsters. All of you." You hissed, glaring at his back. You couldn't believe you really were at the mercy of these people who seemed to think of people lives as games.
Yoongi didn't seem a bit ashamed, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall again, seeming to be trying to block you out. "You have to be a monster to be at the top of our kind of game. And why do you act so high and mighty? If I'm not mistaken, you have a high body count yourself."
"I'm only killing the people that are corrupt." You corrected. You weren't anything like them. You turned towards the ballroom again, leaning against the railing as you looked out over the crowd. You could see it now, the faces of your old employers crumbling before you, the agony they deserved coming for them, reaping what they've sown. "I just happen to have a long list of names."
Yoongi spoke up, bursting your bubble again. "The thing is, kitten, there is no black and white in this business. There's no real good or bad. You'd be surprised to find that half of these assholes go home and spoil the hell out of their families with all the money they steal from their clients. It's not a matter of whether they do bad things or good things, it's a matter of favoritism. Who are they trying to benefit and who are they trying to sabotage?"
He spoke again, the words echoing around your head. "What are you going to do when you're too busy trying to weigh their hearts on a scale to decide whether to do the greater good?"
A ring tone sounded from his phone, a message from Namjoon saying he was on his way back to your position. He began walking down the hall to the security room and turned back to you one last time, a threat in his eyes. "Do what you were told."
Your blood boiled. This was so beneath you, you couldn't even express how angry you were with these men. But, looking on the bright side, the sooner you finished the mission the sooner you'd be away from them. A hand wrapped around your waist, a figure coming up to your side. At this point, you could tell who it was by the aura, strong and suffocating, heat emanating from them as they moved to speak into your ear.
"Are you ready?" Namjoon asked, but you were sure it wasn't a question you could say no to. You nodded stiffly, refusing to look at him, and he walked with you down the main staircase, the two of you making what looked like a charming entrance to everyone else as you descended the staircase together, your dress fanning around your feet with each step. You surveyed the room once more qs you made your way down from the higher vantage point the stairs provided, a fake smile plastered on.
"Where's Warner?" You inquired, unable to see him through the see of people.
"We aren't sure yet. Until Tae and Yoongi get access to the camera feed, we're just blending in." He responded, voice low and steady, barely moving his lips so no one could tell he was talking if they weren't right next to him.
You nodded stiffly again, wanting nothing more than to be away from him. He squeezed your arm in warning, shooting you a glare when no one was looking, pulling you to the dance floor where the bulk of people were. "Act like you're happy to be with me, you look miserable."
"Sorry, but the thought of being pressed to your side until the end of the night isn't what I call ideal." You snapped back, but took his advice, leaning into him to look more natural and laying your head on his shoulder as you looked around you.
"Sights on Warner," Yoongi's voice crackled in through the earpiece you all had. "He's at the bar, first floor."
"Understood. I'll move in." Jin responded in your ear, and you saw his tall frame across the room make over to the bar casually, as if he was just wanting to try a drink. Namjoon pulled you towards an empty spot at one of the tables where people were sitting to gossip and whisper about the other people at the gala.
"We can sit here then to keep an eye on both of them." Namjoon said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. You turned, and he had seated you both so you had a direct view of Warner and Jin. Approving, you went to sit down, before he held a hand out, stopping you. "Get some hors d'oeuvres, we'll look strange if we're just sitting here."
You narrowed your eyes at him, but he just looked at you expectantly. "Fine." You barely kept yourself from hissing and over to the tables of food and bonbons along the wall, loading up a plate while cursing out Namjoon under your breath.
"You heard what that Warner guy was saying?" You stopped, not expecting to hear someone discussing the person you after. You kept placing things on your plate, slowly, listening closely.
"Did you really believe him? He sounded crazy."
"Maybe, but it takes a little crazy to rob a warehouse, don't you think? Especially the Holy Grail." The rest of the conversation faded, but that much seemed significant. You balanced the tray of food and two flutes of champagne, walking back to tell Namjoon what you'd heard.
Only now, for some reason, some other woman was sitting in your seat, trying to chat up Namjoon.
You admired her tenacity, really, he was as unresponsive as a brick wall as she giggled and talked, but you were on a mission. Any distractions needed to go.
You walked up behind her, clearing your throat. "Excuse me," you spoke, extra politely. "That's my seat."
The lady turned, looking you up and down, then turned back around without a word, continuing to talk to Namjoon. You scoffed, looking over at Namjoon, who you swear was silently laughing at you, and figured you'd just have to handle this yourself.
You placed down the champagne and food walking closer to Namjoon's side so she'd have to look at you. Namjoon picked up a champagne flute and when she reached for the other one, you placed your hand down on top of it staring her down. "That's mine. Just like the seat you're sitting in." You said, still keeping your saccharine tone. She kept trying to pull at it, but when she realized you weren't going to budge, she let go, and you lifted it to your lips with a triumphant smile.
"Excuse me, little girl, but we're having a private conversation. Maybe you could find a seat somewhere else?" She smiled at you, venomous and sharp, and you held yourself back from glaring. You looked around the table. All the seats had slowly filled with other people, tired from dancing and wanting to sit and look at the scenery. The closest seat was two tables away. Too far.
Instead, you blinked innocently, playing into the clueless trophy role. "But, why do that," you began, sickly sweet, bringing your leg up and perching it over Namjoon's lap. "when there's a perfectly good seat here?"
You gave Namjoon a flirty smile and Namjoon looked up you, gaze dangerously sharp with a weird flit of approval, then wrapped his hand around the side of your thigh, pulling you fully down so you straddled him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, shooting a satisfied look back at the now wide-eyed lady.
"I overheard two people talking about our target." You spoke into his ear, making it seem like you were whispering sweet nothings. "They're going to be robbing a warehouse they called the Holy Grail."
He squeezed your thigh, nodding casually in acknowledgement, but the way he clenched his jaw you could tell he wasn't happy about that.
"If we could continue our conversation," the lady spoke up, voice less confidant than before after seeing the whole display in front of her, and Namjoon directed his face to her again, a dragon's intensity in his eyes.
"Go on." He drawled in a way that intimidated even you. Everything about him dripped with danger, as if he was a living 'caution' sign. But the lady didn't seem to sense the danger, leaning in then pulling back after sending another glance to you.
"You aren't going to send this... girl away? She's being rather improper." She sent you a haughty look, probably expecting Namjoon to snap his fingers and have you sent away. Instead, his demeanor darkened, his gaze impossibly more stern.
"Excuse me? Are you judging the people I have as my company?" This man had all the arrogance of a king, head held high and posture relaxed, though you could feel he was tense like a snake ready to pounce. You were surprised seeing his demeanor in person this close. Everyone spoke of how scary Bangtan's boss was, but most didn't live to tell the details. You decided you were lucky that you were the one placed in his lap, melting more into his chest and pretending you weren't in the middle of this tense exchange.
"But... b--but I thought... Never mind!" She scurried away from the table after being treated with hostility, obviously expecting that whole exchange to go differently.
"Geez." You scoffed after seeing her practically run up the stairs to the bathrooms. "If I ever look that desperate, just kill me."
"You say that while sitting in my lap." Namjoon pointed out.
"But I wasn't being desperate. I was just playing my role."
"I'd say this is more than necessary."
"Fine then." You went to stand up but his hands tightened on you, keeping you in place.
You looked at him questioningly, but he just met your look with an even stare. "Getting up too quickly will look suspicious." He explained.
"That doesn't explain why you're caressing my leg." You said, reaching back to hold his hand that had started rubbing circles on your leg. "I'm eye candy, remember. Look, don't touch."
Instead of responding, he just looked at you as if studying your face. You realized your faces were really close and leaned back, pretending to fix your hair. When he kept looking and didn't say anything you just outright asked, "What?"
"You're a quick thinker. That could definitely come in handy."
"If that's a thank you, then you're welcome."
"It's more of a... you're more useful than I thought. I'll have to make sure we properly utilize you in the future."
"You make me sound like a tool."
"Aren't we all?" He glanced over to the bar noticing Warner was gone, Jin still nursing a drink. He lifted a finger to his earpiece, talking into it. "Yoongi, what's next?"
"Jungkook, Warner's heading upstairs, Jin, there's someone he spoke to over by the leftmost pillar. And there's two guys still by the bar he was talking to as well, they might have something to say if you wanna check it out, Joon."
You two make your way over to the bar, your arm intertwined with Namjoon and hop up onto the barstools. Namjoon ordered a whiskey on the rocks and you hummed, pretending to think about it. "Just give me the sweetest thing you have." You said, voice cheery.
That managed to get the attention of the guy next to you, a weaselly looking guy, who decided to strike up conversation with you. "Ah, craving something sweet huh?" He said, looking you up and down.
You pretended not to notice his gross stare, answering. "If I'm gonna drink, I might as well get something that tastes good."
He laughed, "Of course, we're here for a good time not a long time. Though I wouldn't mind having a good time with you." He winked. What a creep, you thought. If he doesn't start giving up some good information in the next five seconds, I'm out of here.
He seemed to finally notice Namjoon, and leaned back a little. "Oh sorry, is she yours?"
"Yes, but there's no harm in making conversation." Namjoon replied, unbothered, taking a sip of his whiskey.
"That's what I'm saying, too many people get up in arms over words," the guy continued and at this point, you were tuning him out, letting Namjoon handle conversation with him, focusing on the fruity flavors of the drink you got.
"Do you know about the abandoned warehouses around town?" He eventually said, and you tuned back in, hoping it was related to what Warner was doing.
"Oh, I've only seen a couple." Namjoon replied casually.
The guy continued enthusiastically. "There's way more than just a couple. My buddy says they're filled to the brim with some mafia junk, but the one he's after belongs to some big shots. Super rich and super state of the art stuff in there."
"Really?" Namjoon asked, but you could tell the tone of his voice he was focused on something else.
The guy continued, "He's gonna raid it, he says, and give the stuff to some big organization he's working for."
At that, you and Namjoon locked eyes.
"That guy sure seems confident." Namjoon commented, picking up his whiskey. "Excuse us, me and my date are going to get something to eat." He said, standing up and holding a hand out to help you up.
"Let's meet up again, buddy, and uh, bring the girl." He smiled at you and you pretended you didn't see, playing with the buttons on Namjoon's suit.
Once you were a safe distance away, you let out a deep breath. "That guy was a total creep." You murmured as you walked away. "And he smelled horrible."
"You poor thing." Namjoon chuckled.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"Oh, never."
"Alright you guys, start making your way towards the exit. We'll debrief on the information we gathered and see what me and Tae can work with." Yoongi said through the earpiece and you looked at Namjoon.
"That's it?" You mused. It had been less than two hours, and most missions you had been on in the past had been excessively thorough when it came to gathering information.
"This is only reconnaissance. It's supposed to be quick, and the less time Yoongi and Tae have to infiltrate the security fire walls the better. If they get caught, it'll be a problem." He explained.
"I thought you were all super skilled and capable or whatever."
"We are. But it would be more work than necessary and call too much attention to ourselves."
"Wow. The biggest mafia in the world and you're lazy." You smirked.
"Don't get too comfortable teasing." Namjoon warned, but the look in his eye was much more easy going than earlier, relaxed now that the mission was over.
You felt a something in your head nagging you to stop as you walked through the crowd of people, something telling you to stick around for one more second.
You "accidentally" slipped your shoe off, stopping in place. "Oops," you said, "give me a moment." You went over to your shoe, starting to pick up a piece of conversation.
"-- you said you're raiding that mafia warehouse... you're crazy--"
You could barely hear, so you moved over to a pillar, feigning that you needed to lean on something for stability as you faux struggled to get your shoe on.
"Do you have a death wish? That mafia will whip your butt if you even dare."
"Come on, I know I can do it. They barely watch the place. And I need those supplies. An informant from that organization I told you about is coming to see me next Sunday, and if I deliver, I'll get a promotion for sure."
You pulled on your shoe as the conversation dwindled off, heading towards Namjoon. He stared at you inquisitively and shook your head, walking towards the exit.
True to his word, Hoseok pulled up in a sleek black car, and you opened the back door, Namjoon getting in the front. Before you could even sit down fully though, you were pulled into someone's arms, immediately melting into them as you recognized them as Jungkook's, strong and warm.
"Hey beautiful," He gave you a peck on the cheek. "You did great, and you looked so pretty tonight." He said, sweet and encouraging.
"You did great too handsome," You giggled, giving him a kiss on his cheek as well.
"Can you tone down the PDA back there?" Hoseok groaned, making a face of disgust in the rearview mirror.
"Oh please," Namjoon chuckled, teasing him. "Like you haven't done worse."
"She doesn't have to know that." Hoseok retorted, making Namjoon laugh again and you almost joined in, stopping yourself last second.
For a moment, it almost felt normal.
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