Also, Taeyong dyed and cut your hair a little different, so they wouldn’t recognize you by your previous hair colour. Sicheng was in charge of getting a dress and accessories for you, while Yuta, as the one with two sisters, volunteered to do your hair. You trusted them. Enough to let them do all of this.
“I still don’t like this plan.” Doyoung grumbled, sitting on a table behind you, while watching Yuta do your hair. He had said these words multiple times during the last couple of weeks. Even though everything was planned in detail, plus additional plans B, C and D, Doyoung refused to say that he was completely on board.
“You don’t like the plan because you think it’s risky or because she is going to a beautiful evening event with Taeyong?” Yuta had way too much fun with this. While your second in command was absolutely not into what you had come up with, Yuta was extremely into teasing him ever since the day you got shot. He had done it before, mainly because Doyoung was his number one person to tease.
“Can you just shut up?” You heard Doyoung grumble. “I just don’t like the idea of her being in a room with that bastard again. The only circumstances under which that should happen is while one of us is beating the shit out of him.” He sounded dead serious, which made you worry for later when they had Suga in the hideout. You already thought he Was intimidating on normal days, you did not want to know what he was up to right now and what he would do later.
“You mean you beat the shit out of him.” Yuta corrected while using hairspray on you. “And the hair is done. And you look beautiful.” He gave you a gentle smile. Even though everyone here did some fucked up stuff on a daily basis none of them were completely bad. And most of the time they behaved like brothers to you. Most of you didn’t really have a family so the group closed that gap.
Hearing those words from Yuta made you smile brightly. He had put your hair in an elegant updo. The dress Sicheng had gotten you was a really dark blue colour, with a lace top and a skirt that fell a little wider. You had kept your make up neutral, the only thing really standing out was the glittery golden eyeliner that matched your golden jewellery.
“I forgot the clutch downstairs.” Yuta mumbled, shuffling over towards the door. “Get your shit together and do what you have to do, bunny. I don’t think I can stand another day of you being a wimp.” He called before the door felt shut behind him. Confused you stared at it for a few seconds before turning to Doyoung with a questioning look on your face. What the hell was Yuta up to?
“I…I got something for you.” Doyoung got up from his seat, holding something dark in his hands.
“You know, normally you get someone flowers before a ball, not a gun and a holster.” You pointed out, once you realized what he was holding.
“I know.” A slight smirk found it’s way onto his lips. “But when something happens tonight I thought this would be more useful than a bouquet.” He kneeled down in front of you, pointing at the hem of your long dress. “Can I? This thing goes around your thigh…” You nodded, helping him lift your dress so he could put it around your leg. Doyoung’s fingers were warm against your skin. You watched him closing the fastener of the strap, while holding the dress up for him. Once he was done, he kept kneeling while lifting his head, meeting your eyes with his.
“Please be careful.” He whispered. “I know you are probably going to dance with one of them, but please don’t leave the room with them. And stay close to the others.” You nodded, letting go of your dress when he rose to his feet again. His hands came in touch with your waist, pulling you into a hug.
“Come back to me tonight.” His breath brushed your ear while he mumbled that into it. It sent a little shiver down your spine. The good kind of shiver. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, if something happens to you, but I promise you, it won’t be good. So please come back to me tonight.” Doyoung sounded desperate. But for once you weren’t afraid of him. Standing here, being held by him did make you feel safe. Safer than you had felt for a long time now.
“I’ll try.” You responded while simultaneously nodding against his shoulder. Doyoungs hand came up to cup your chin and lift it gently so he could look you into the eyes. You had felt nervous the whole time – Yuta had taken your mind off of that while doing your hair – but now that feeling increased. Doyoung had that kind of intense stare that made you feel smaller and weaker than you actually were. For once it didn’t scare you, but it made you feel a little uncomfortable.
“Don’t just try it. Do it.” His nose brushed against yours, as he leaned closer. He waited a second, as if he wanted to make sure he had your consent, before his lips softly pushed against yours. Doyoungs lips were warm, a little chapped but still soft, as they slowly moved against yours. It wasn’t like one of those desperate movie kisses, more like a sweet moment, that held a lot of gentleness. Both of his hands held your neck carefully, while yours held onto the dark jacket he was wearing. You enjoyed this. A lot more than you would’ve thought. It was different from what you would’ve thought kissing Doyoung would be like. And different from any other kiss you had gotten before. The type of kiss you would’ve whished your first one to be.
“Yoo, I’m back with the… Oh, thank the heavens finally.” Yuta, in true Nakamoto Yuta fashion, had to ruin it. But unlike you, Doyoung didn’t really let it bother him. He pulled back a little but left a peck on your nose before letting go of you and stepping away so the intruder could hand you the clutch he had picked up downstairs.
“See you later.” Doyoung sent a confident wink towards you, before you left the room, walking downstairs were Taeyong was waiting for you. The desperate mood from just seconds ago seemed to be gone. Or maybe he just hid it because Yuta was there now.
Your leader was wearing a dark grey suit, white dress shirt and a matching grey tie. An equally elegantly dressed Jaemin was standing next to him, grinning when he saw you.
“You look stunning.” Taeyong reached his hand out, to help you down the last few steps of the stairs. “Johnny modified both your earrings and one of the bangles on your right wrist. They send a GPS signal to Donghyuk.” You nodded. You had already expected this sort of preparations. And you were glad they had thought of all of this. These two things and the gun Doyoung had given you made you feel a lot more secure. None of you could wear an earpiece tonight, which made the whole situation riskier than a normal operation was.
“If you press the white diamond on that bangle, Jaehyun will come and pick you up, the grey one means, you’re in danger and it sends a message to all of us. Jisung is having an eye on your signal for the whole night and Sicheng and Jungwoo are watching out for you at the ball.” He continued while leading you towards the garage with Jaemin trailing behind you. “I will try and stay as close to you as possible but I will need to leave you for a while so they will approach you. Do you remember how they look like?” A nod. You had memorized each and everyone of them, especially Suga. He was the main target for the night. Even though Taeil, while changing your bandage, had said he would totally understand it if you would kick the others asses too.
“Here we go.” Jaemin opened the passenger door of Taeyongs black Porsche for you. “Jeno and I wanted to take the Bentley but someone said that we are there as orphans and that the choice of car is kind of unrealistic. So, we’re taking the subway.” You felt pretty bad for Jaemin. Taeyong had extremely amazing cars and getting a chance to drive one was rare. You understood why they were hoping to be able to finally do so but if they were supposed to be orphans that benefited form the donations Taeyongs father made it was really unrealistic to have them arrive with a Bentley.
“Good luck.” You hugged the younger before getting in. He grinned, closing the door behind you. Taeyong was already sitting in the driver’s seat.
“Don’t worry too much.” Your leader spoke while driving out of the garage. “I had to promise Doyoung I would do everything to make sure none of them are able to even rip out one of your hairs and I’m scared enough to rather risk my life and take on EXO and Bangtan then being faced with that angry bunny face again. He was ready to burn down the entire city when Yuta told us you had been shot.” You knew you weren’t the only one that was intimidated whenever Doyoung got angry – besides Donghyuk, Lucas, Jaehyun, Chenle, Ten and Jisung all the youngers were intimidated by him – but you didn’t think the older members of your gang were too. And the summarization of Doyoungs reaction he just gave was scary.
“He threatened you?” You asked a little surprised.
“More like everyone. Has he finally gotten his shit together?” Taeyong pulled onto the main road that would led you straight towards the parts of the city were Taeyong grew up. The parts where the rich kids grew up.
“What do you mean?”
“The two of you are pretty fun to watch.” Taeyong grinned. “Doyoung wants to flirt with you but has no clue how to do that and you are completely oblivious to all of his attempts.” This surprised you a little. You had seen Doyoung flirting before. He knew what he was doing and to hear that he didn’t know how to flirt with you actually shocked you. Just like the fact that he had been trying to do so at all. All though: After that kiss he gave you it shouldn’t be much of a shock anymore.
“How long?” You asked. Taeyong stopped in front of a red light. “Honestly? I think since the day we found you an Jungwoo.” Your eyes widened a little. They had gotten the two of you out of that mess when Jungwoo and you were sixteen. Four years ago. “To be fair, the first two years he didn’t do anything because he was already an adult and you were underaged and he thought you and Jungwoo were a couple because you always shared a bed but later it just got a little weird. He sorts of switched between ‘I’m not good enough and she should date someone like Jungwoo’ and ‘I want to kill every guy who talks to her’ a lot.” The light switched to green and Taeyong continued driving towards his own home. Or old home since he had moved into the old hotel with the rest of you.
“He kissed me earlier.” A surprised noise left Taeyongs mouth when you said this. “Oh, he did? Finally. Took him long enough.” The skyscrapers besides the roads started getting smaller, meaning that the mansions would come up soon. And that means it wouldn’t take long until you would arrive at Taeyongs home.
“Was he really ready to burn down the city when he found out I got shot?” You were curious. You knew that Doyoung was protective of the whole group, you had witnessed it when the plan of ‘shooting’ Jaehyun was made and when you were talking about how you would get Mark out of EXO. But till now it had never gotten to the point where he wanted to take revenge immediately without thinking everything through.
“Maybe not literally, but I don’t think he will give Suga an easy treatment later tonight.” Your leader sounded really serious while talking.
“Can you look out for him? When you have him in the hideout? I don’t want him to do something he could regret later.” Technically he could regret everything later. If the police ever decided to actually do something about the gangs you would been in trouble. Or if someone came that would stop the corruption in this city.
“I will try.” The first mansions started to appear. You had seen Taeyongs house before. From the outside, not from the inside. He was from one of these ‘have been rich for generations’ families and the house he was born and raised in showcased that. Why he became the leader of a gang were everyone else (besides Mark and Johnny) came from a poor family or an orphanage was a mystery to you. But if it hadn’t been for Taeyong your chances of ever making it out of those parts of the city were pretty low. He had saved all of you in a way.
“Don’t worry to much.” Another smile on his behalf. “I don’t think anything will happen to you. They don’t know that you’re with us and Suho has this rule. Even though he talks to rival gang members partners to get some information, he won’t harm them. He likes to think of himself as a man of honour. And I don’t believe he would work with Bangtan if they wouldn’t follow that rule. Dance with them, talk a little and if Suga comes up to you pretend like you need some fresh air. He will follow you. And from there on, we’ve got this, okay?” It helped hearing him repeat what you had to do tonight. It wasn’t even that scary or risky of a thing to do. If you were trying to get any other person. However, this was Bangtan and EXO. And you had heard the stories about them. You were honestly surprised that EXO had a rule like this. It calmed you down a little. Unless they wouldn’t find out you were actually part of the gang you were safe.
“I’ve got this.” You smiled. A little forced but still with confidence. You had been scared for a long time now, when you didn’t really have to be. You weren’t that scared little child you used to be anymore. And you also weren’t alone anymore. There was no real reason to be scared. They all knew what they were doing and your rivals couldn’t really do something in public. The hideout was safe and really tricky to get to if you didn’t know the exact way to take. Which meant that Mark, Johnny, Doyoung and Taeyong would be safe.
“I know you do.” Your leader smiled while pulling onto his own driveway. The mansion and the garden around it were lid up prettily. The fairy lights in the trees gave everything a magical kind of feeling and the decorations that they had chosen were beautiful.
Taeyong drove until he was in front of the house. As soon as he stopped, two young men walked over to his car and opened the doors for you, the one on your side holding his hand out, so he could help you get out of the vehicle. You smiled, taking the offer and thanked him, once you were standing. Taeyong was already waiting for you, holding is arm out, so you could hold onto him with your hand while you started walking into the building.
“You grew up in here?” You asked, a little shocked, as soon as you saw the inside. You knew he was rich, even though he never really showed it or talked about it but this was filthy rich. No wonder he could’ve just ‘start’ his own gang and take in eighteen people who had little to nothing without ever asking for anything in return.
“Pretty much.” He answered. “But trust me, it’s not as amazing as you think it is. Takes hours to find someone and you always feel lonely in here.” You saw how he looked around him a little sad. He had once told that he had siblings but in here you probably still felt lonely most of the time.
“Lee Taeyong! I can’t believe you lied to me!” A female voice screeched and the next second you were pulled into a hug. “You said she was beautiful, not that she was stunning!” The woman let go of you to take a step back and look you up and down. This had to be Taeyongs mother. Or at least a relative since she had the same eyes and nose as Taeyong.
“Mom!” Your date for the night whined. “[y.n], these are my parents.” He pointed at the woman in front of you and a man that stood a few feet behind her. You recognized him. Obviously. He was the mayor after all.
“We are so happy to meet you, darling.” His mother smiled brightly. “Taeyong talked really highly of you.” Surprised you turned to a smiley Taeyong. What did he tell his parents? Probably not that you were able to hit a target almost 95% of the time. Or that you actually managed to kick Jung Jaehyun’s ass two weeks ago (at least before that giant caught himself and ended up throwing you over the shoulder and winning your fight over the last pudding – which had been the reason for the fight in the first place). So, you really had no clue what he had said about you.
“Thank you.” You spoke softly. “I’m delighted to meet you too.” His parents beamed at you. Whatever Taeyong had told them judging by their behaviour towards you it had to be really good.
“Show your girlfriend around.” His father ordered gently. “We will greet some guests and then talk to you later, alright?” Both of you nodded and Taeyong took your hand to loop it around his arm again, guiding you further into the house.
“Jeon Jungkook has discovered us.” He whispered into your ear. “Don’t look over to him, giggle a little and pretend like I’m saying something funny or embarrassing.” You followed his request, lifting your mouth to hide the little giggle that left your mouth.
“What did you tell your parents about me?” You were curious.
Taeyong thought a little, before answering. “A bit of truth, mixed with some things I made up.” He spoke. “I told them about your absolute failures of parents, not the whole story though and that you want to help children who had to make the same experience as you did to get a better life. And that I met you, while you were handing out flyers for a charity organisation that helps said children and couldn’t help but fall for you.” Well that meeting was far from the truth. Jungwoo and you actually met Taeyong when you were trying to steal his purse, not knowing that the rich boy was pretty aware of your plan and that Johnny was behind you, waiting until you tried making a move, grabbing Jungwoo, while you were caught by Taeyong. Both of you had expected them to drag you to the police, but instead Taeyong brought you to a restaurant nearby, watching you eat before proposing you should join his group and live with them. But that wasn’t a story you could tell a parent.
“Sounds cute.” You grinned. It really did. Besides the parent-story. You could assure that nothing about that hell had been cute. Or positive in any way.
“Champagne?” A waitress with a tray of champagne flutes stopped in front of you, holding it out, so both of you take one before shuffling away again. Taeyong continued showing you around a bit, pointing out some things that he liked in his home and sharing a few childhood memories. His demeanour was a little different from the usual calculating gang leader or the guy who fooled around with his friends when there was nothing that had to be done. Even if you would never see him this way you understood why people would fall for him. He was politely chatting with everyone who approached the two of you, introducing you as his girlfriend to them but never saying anything that could be personal. He was a gentleman throughout the entire time, soft spoken and careful. If you didn’t know what he was doing in his ‘free time’ you would have never guessed who he really was. Every now and then you saw one of the other guys, who had arrived individually (except for Jaemin and Jeno who ‘played’ friends from an orphanage) and were keeping an eye on everything while blending in with the crowd.
The two of you danced for a while, he had taught you how to about two years ago, talking about random things, before a soft-spoken male voice interrupted you: “Mr. Lee.” Suho. The infamous leader of EXO. Dressed in a black three-piece suit and smiling brightly. Apparently, he and Taeyong knew each other.
“Mr. Kim.” Taeyong wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body into his side gently. “A pleasure to see you here.” You saw how the expression in his eyes switched from that warm, smiley glitter to a cold one. His body tensed up a little. This had to be the moment where the two of you would separate.
“Oh, I’m delighted to.” Suho showed a slightly smug expression. “I was wondering if we could talk for a little while. My company would like to make a donation to your father’s foundation but sadly I can’t seem to find him.”
“Are you okay, if I leave you alone for a bit, baby?” Taeyong looked at you, and you nodded. He raised one eyebrow, making you nod again. You could see both Yuta and Lucas close to where you were standing and didn’t worry to much. Taeyong smiled, before pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Oh, don’t worry, Jungkook over here can keep your girlfriend company.” Suho waved a tall, buff young man over. Jeon Jungkook. The motorbike driver you had missed eight weeks ago. And the youngest member of their gang. Taeyong seemed equally as excited but he and you knew he had to let you go. Jungkooks expression was unreadable as he held his hand out to you.
“Would you like to dance?” He asked, while the two leaders left you behind. You nodded, taking his hands. Jungkook lead you onto the dancefloor. His hand felt heavy on your waist. It was hard not showing how uncomfortable and nervous you were. You could blame a bit of awkwardness on you not knowing him but not everything. If you wanted to make them believe that you were a civilian you had to behave like you had no clue who he really was.
“My name is Jeon Jungkook.” He introduced himself while leading you through the waltz. His voice was smooth and he had put on a kind of flirty expression. You had suspected they would try it with something like this. You had done it before too.
“[y.n]” You responded. “A beautiful name for someone like you. I can see why Taeyong would fall for you.” He pulled you a little closer towards himself. “He is a bastard, but one with a good taste.” You had to restrain yourself from kicking him in the groin. No one was ever allowed to insult your friends in front of you. But you couldn’t do something this extreme. However, you could harshly free yourself from his grip and step back, since he just called your ‘boyfriend’ a bastard. And what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t.
“I don’t think I want to spend anymore time with you, Mr. Jeon.” You spoke, glaring at him a little. His eyes widened a bit, before you saw the realization in them. You stepped back another step, getting ready to leave him, but you didn’t get that far. With one fast step he had caught up to you, wrapping his big hand around your wrist and pulling you back to him. You stumbled a little on your heels, not prepared for the harsh movement.
“I apologize, if I insulted you, [y.n].” He apologized. But you decided you wouldn’t accept it.
“You didn’t insult me. You insulted Taeyong.” His eyes got a little darker when you corrected him. It didn’t excite him too much to hear that. But you weren’t afraid. He could hardly do something while you were in a giant room full of people and you were carrying a gun. Also, if you managed to get Jaehyun and Sicheng off of you, you would probably be able to knock him out long enough to get away from you.
“Jungkookie, what are you doing?” A deep, scratchy voice that belonged to a pale black-haired man. Suga. “I thought you knew how to behave towards a lady.” He shook his head disappointed, staring at the younger with an intensity that made it clear that he was higher ranked than the young man who was currently holding onto your wrist with a death grip.
“I am deeply sorry for his behaviour. He is not used to not getting his ways.” Suga turned his face towards you. “Let go of her. Now!” Jungkook followed suit, grumbling something while disappearing into the mass of people. He looked tense, which supported the claim that he wasn’t used to not getting his way. It made you wonder how he reacted after you destroyed his bike eight weeks ago. And whether or not he was seeking revenge.
“Again, I apologize, Miss…?” He looked at you a little questioning, resuming in you telling him your first name. You had decided to go by your real name. It was easier anyway. Chances were that they would run a background check on you and creating a fake identity always came with a bunch of risks. Your real name however… a police file regarding your parents abusing you between ages six and thirteen, including the court files on that and a file at the orphanage you had been living in after they took you away from your family. School files till graduation (Taeyong insisted that everyone under his commando graduated properly) and one from the Psychologist you had to visit during the court case. They even went as far as renting a small apartment under your name. The only thing fake was your enrolment at the cities university.
“Would you like to get a drink, to get your mind off of this unpleasant encounter?” Suga suggested and you nodded. “Thank you very much, Mr. …?” “Min. It’s Min Yoongi.” Over his shoulder you saw Jaemin and Jeno not letting their eyes leave him and you had a feeling that the other guys were doing the same. You had done the first step to completing tonight’s mission. Now you had to keep him around and somehow get him to a less crowded place.
Suga took to full champagne flutes from the next tray that crossed your way, handing one over to you. A smile formed on your lips and you thanked him.
“I would like to get some fresh air would you mind accompanying me?” You pulled out your best helpless-girl-act in order to get him to follow the request. “I am still slightly afraid that he will try something when I’m alone.”
“I understand.” He nodded. “Also, I think I need a cigarette.” You smiled happily. He had to think it was because you wouldn’t have to go out alone when Jeon Jungkook was still around but in reality, it was, because everything was working according to plan. And way faster than you would’ve expected. It made you a bit warry. You didn’t believe it could be this easy. Where they really this confident that they just believed you were harmless or that they could easily take you on.
Unlike Taeyong earlier, Suga didn’t offer you his arm to hold on while you walked towards the doors that led outside. You were a little glad he didn’t. You didn’t really feel the need to be close to him. Not after being shot by him. Who knew what else he could do.
“So, how did you meet your boyfriend?” He asked. You put on an even bigger smile as if you were reliving a happy memory. In a way you did. You were lucky that you had met them. And the story Taeyong came up with for his parents was cute.
“I was handing out flyers for an organisation that helps children in abused families and we kind of ran into each other. I dropped the whole pack of papers onto the floor because of the impact. He felt so bad about it and kept excusing for ten minutes, while helping me pick them up.” To be fair it sounded like something Taeyong would do.
“Sounds like a cute story.” He showed you a smile.
“Mr. Min?” You decided to further expand the not-knowing-girlfriend-act. “Mr. Jeon called Taeyong a bastard. Do you know why?” It also might have been for fun. You wanted to see what the older would come up with to explain it.
“Personal differences. They are both club owners, so there is obviously a rivalry. And they are also both quite attractive and aware of that. A disastrous combination if you ask me. The fact that they are both from rich families and were often compared to each other doesn’t really help. But don’t think about it to much. Jungkook may be a little hot headed from time to time but they rarely see each other. And even if, the kid is not that stupid to actually do something, other than calling your boyfriend some names.” You nodded, still playing the unaware girlfriend. By now Suga and you had reached the large balcony that opened up to the beautiful, gigantic garden. There is no one here besides the two of you making you sing a little happy song inside of your head.
“Thank you, Mr. Min.” You turn your head to smile at him, seeing Jungwoo and Lucas creep out from behind him. The next second the taller one out of them hits Suga with his elbow onto the back of his neck and the sniper you had been talking to for the last few minutes falls to the floor. Unconscious. The glass he was holding previously is now shattered into little pieces on the stone floor.
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