Enigma || Park Jimin || [BTS Idol/Gang AU]

Those silver rings embracing your raw wrists,

The white room graced with your fragile defeat,

Your pretty handsome face lowered with gaze,

You don't know, how many,

how many people are waiting for that day.

including me.

Author's P.O.V-

With everyone settled down, Yoongi took his seat beside Namjoon, crossing his legs in the sternest way. The whole centripetal force of attention was drawn towards the leader, especially the tiny phone he held laced around by his fingers. Dead drop silence prevailed in the heavy atmosphere. Even though everyone was present inside, apparently it seemed like the whole dorm was a place of spooks. Except for the clock hand, it was the buzzing sound from the phone in loudspeaker mode, that roared in the black-hole of silence. Everyone was waiting, waiting when the sound will get replaced by an expecting human voice. Net of time dilation had them trapped inside arising from the ardent wait, therefore, even seconds of wait seemed so perennial.

'Hello,' sooner the moment came, a dull, void voice appearing in substitution. However, silence didn't immediately brush off the boys getting their expected reply, as they knew their time for being cautious has arrived too. Namjoon took his time to reply in a steady voice.

'Is this Busan High's office? I needed to talk about some admission confirmation of my son.' There was a similar state of silence traveling from the other side, but in this case, there was a hint of confusion stirred in as a mixture.

'Err...I am sorry but you must have called the wrong number. This is not Busan High's office. I am Chang Hwi speaking, and I own the Hwi Chickens shop in Gwacheon.' Now it was time for the males to immerse in confusion. 'Are you sure?' Namjoon seemed more like asking himself.

'Pardon?' 'Oh, I-I am sorry for the trouble. Please excuse me.' He immediately cut off the call. The stiffness prevailing in everyone's body was finally removed as they fidgeted in their position with disappointment.

'That guy gave us a wrong number.' Yoongi was the one to break the bitter quietness first. 'We should've known...'

'Was this the password for sure?' Hoseok stated, 'Asking for Busan High's admission corroboration?'

'Of course, that's what manager-nim said his man told him,' Namjoon remarked, 'I don't understand, the much it is important for us, the much it is for him too, obviously. Then why?' Namjoon provided his words full of discontentment. 'Did he get to know that we were fake by any chance?'

'Well then, what should we do now?' Jimin asked. No sooner, the phone cried out its loud ringtone, almost making every person present in the room attain a flinch. The screen was lit up showing an unknown number. Namjoon looked at Yoongi, who gave a cautious eye in return signaling to accept the call.

'Hello?' He muttered gently, right after his index clicked on the green button.

'So it's you...' Whoever spoke from the other side, the last drop of skeptical feature got erased from everyone's face, hearing the very short sentence he spoke. This time, they knew, it was him who they wanted.

'Yes.' Namjoon spoke in his professional voice, 'Nefarious Ducard. What was up with giving that wrong number the first time?'

A small chuckle sang out from the speaker, turning out to be the most serious fake laugh ever, 'It wasn't a wrong number. That's our security checkpoint.'

'Let's talk business now.' An ice cube dropping in the voice of the leader as he continued, 'We have heard a lot about your boss. He appears to be one of the elite Casper barons in the black market society. That's what made us interested to contact you.'

'You verily came to the right person, pal.' As smooth as a butter, the person voiced out, 'BB7, hm... our men searched you. Whoever was asked, knew about you quite well. You guys are so well-known. But surprisingly the fact is, even though you are, we didn't ever hear about you for once, while we are quite acquainted with the big fishes in the pond.'

'We do our business rather outside more, so, maybe that's the reason?' Namjoon couldn't help but bite out a condescending silent sneer. Those were our own men whom you inquired about our details- he said inside his brain. Manager-nim did the right and clever thing there.

'But, don't you put in your trust on us?' He asked.

'That's how the business work,' the buttery voice hardened like molten steel, 'tell one thing, even if we make the deal with you, you are definitely going to run them outside and earn more profit than us. What will be our benefit from this agreement?'

'You mean equals, if that's what you want?' He said, 'We are willing to pay you the amount you ask for.'

'We want double than that.'

'I don't mind.' Namjoon replied too soon. He realized right after. He shouldn't have shown such keen interest in the first place. The expected longer interval came in next. The person finally spoke, 'Boss wants to talk with you.' The sound of the voice was replaced with a deeper, duller voice next second. His voice exhaust of a vehicle, the aura of dark and carbon smoke was the constant companion as he decided to speak.

'You want to pay us the double amount we want, huh? You seem so eager to make the deal with me...' The speaker of the phone vibrated with the bold sound of his voice.

'Yes.' Not knowing why Namjoon felt his voice shake a bit as he replied. Luckily, the person could not perceive his nervousness.

'Why? Why would you want to give me that? Giving away too much dough, that isn't how the buyers I met till now worked. Shouldn't you be concerned for your own benefit?' The voice was instant changed into a grave-like one, arousing a level of suspicion, 'Who are you?'

The string of dark threat needled Namjooon, along with everyone else sitting around him. For one second, he filled up in dilemma, regarding what to say next that would sound most perfect that time. It didn't take him much time to retreat back to his position. After all, he was a smart leader.

'Why aren't ya speaking? Are you a cop? Are you trying to make me fall into a trap?' Threads of beastly murderous menaces hung down further from the person speaking through the other side. 'You don't know, the whole department of yours revolve around me on their axes.'

'The only reason--' the calmness was back in its place, Namjoon spoke, 'we trust you. And we know, you are the only one who can provide us with all of it at once.'

Whether the answer was most appealing or not, the other person liked the sound of it. And it was proved from what he said next, 'Hmm, alright then. You are going to be our special guests.'

Namjoon left a silent nod, 'There will be the six of us.' The person kept talking, 'My man will be waiting outside. Sooner the first event ends, you will be taken inside. And-'

'Until then, keep in touch,' before cutting off the call, the person left a slight smirk, 'Also, be in your good shoes.'

Namjoon put down the phone, receiving endless questioning yet relieved stares from the other males. Jin released a loud sigh, 'Oof, that guy can really manipulate people's nerves! I was about to burst out anytime when he got suspicious on you.'

'But he fell easy in our net. Being such a professional and big whale, wasn't it too easy to get him trapped?' Taehyung's lips graced the victorious evil smirk ever. 'That got our score in there. But,' Jungkook said, 'What if he finds out about us being fake? From where are we going to arrange all that money too?'

'Aishee, don't toil hard on thinking, Kookie. Ever heard of fake notes?' Hoseok ruffled the maknae's hair.

'We gotta remain cautious. Till the show, nothing should get ruined at any cost.' Namjoon spoke in a deep serious voice, 'After all, it's not the cracks we are in need of.'

'It's him.' Yoongi finishes the rest of his sentence, 'We gotta reach the man. Like even if it's required to burn all the leaves of a tree to find out the branches, we gotta reach till him...our main target.'

All sat in own silence for the rest of the moment. Besides whatever they did to continue their music career life, shows, and practices to reach their goal of success, one more target was fixed before them.

A dark, evil, unwanted yet luscious one.

Little did they know, a person on the other side, had the same.

>>>>

'Got everything of that, Momo?' Y/N shuffled the headset on her ear, focusing her listening back to the video call connected through the pc in front.

'Yeah, we got hella of everything. Great job!'

'Good, let us make this the last mission of BTS.'

'Also, the first and last failed one.'

'You're so damn right.' Both shared a similar laugh.

They were not too far from reaching their destination.

Facts to know:

Casper: a street name of crack cocaine used by users and dealers.

Casper Baron: a person who controls a huge organization or cell of crack dealers and sellers. (Here, the man on phone)

Runner: one who exports drugs from one country to another (here, that is what BTS is presenting themselves as)