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

Only problem with you was,

You were too perfect.

Only wrongs are that flawless, rights never are.

Author POV:-

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Sounds of relaxed, steady footsteps growled trapped between the beige walls of the wide vacant corridor. They walked in a slow motion, hands tucked into the pockets. No rush, no sweat; escorted by four guards from behind. All of them appeared tough, their eyes never-shifting, screwed right onto the six boys' figures. Namjoon spent a quick sidelong glance from the little distance, introducing a small benign smile. A slight eye connection happened between him and each of the boys. All of them trailed behind slowing their steps inexpressive by their face, letting him travel a little away from the guards at back. Namjoon spoke undertone. Except for the person he wanted, no one could hear what he said.

'Hoseok, how far?'

Hoseok's voice buzzed into Namjoon's ears like hums of a passing bee from the unseeable earpiece, 'I am working on it.'

'We are just about to reach the place. How much time can you keep those surveillance cameras inside disoriented?'

'Can't more than twenty to thirty minutes. Otherwise, the guards will get suspicious.'

'So we have at best fifteen mins in our hand? Wait for my signal after we enter the room. And leave the place right after you are done, you got me?'

'I know.' Providing a small pause, the male replied, 'Be careful, man.'

'Same to you...' The leader whispered and looked back. All five pairs of eyes were glued on him. Words spoken through silence and unnoticeable nods, the rest of the walk went dead silent like before.

>>>

'Welcome.'

The voice was deep and commanding.

'Please take a seat.' In a leisurely pace, they took over the couch before. All eyes focused on the manly daunting figure who sat cross-legged before them, in his own royal couch. His snaky eyebrows arched up and down in a jiffy, taking a note of the half a dozen number of males, what their worth was, and, what was not.

'now, Hobi-'

'I didn't expect to see a bunch of teenagers.' His abnormally amiable voice was terrorizing for sure, left the members more circ.u.mspect. 'How long are you really in this field?'

Namjoon, the spokesman, cleared his throat and said imperviously, 'They say, don't judge a book by its cover.'

Small grin acquired by his words, the man sat up straight and brought his hand forward, 'Great. Nefarious you must be. Nice to meet you.' Both hands met and shook, 'Call me Lambda.'

'Nice to meet you too, Mr. Lambda.' Namjoon pulled his hand back.

'So, how are you enjoying the party? I am sorry I couldn't arrange enough to treat our guests well.'

'Not at all. It's great.' Namjoon replied, 'Now, greetings done, shall we get to what we are all here for?'

The smile curved to a smirk, 'Sure.' He eyed to the person standing next to him, 'Let me show you the product first.'

A medium sized briefcase was placed centrally on the table in front.

Now! Taehyung's mind spoke to lead his hand in, but Namjoon's was faster than his.

He stopped him.

'The lock first.' Lambda said. His hands moved orbitally to insert the lock codes in order to get the lid open. Namjoon secretly left a sigh of relief and glared at Taehyung. His lips read the words of wariness to the latter male. Taehyung nodded. Both the guys sat back leaning against the couch.

'Shall we take a look first?' With a decent smile implanted on face, Namjoon was about to move the briefcase towards their side, but a steady hand brought it further away. Snatched, to be specific.

'Why so fast, Nefarious ssi? You just came.' An arcane unknown hue triumphed over Lambda's expression, 'We still have the whole night left. I hope you're not in much hurry or something?'

'Not really.' Giving a pause, Namjoon gritted his teeth. His speedy orbs gazed a femtosecond at the tambour clock nearby. Five minutes were already gone, ten minutes more in hand...What might be in this guy's mind?

'Make yourselves comfortable. Let's have a drink, shall we? Would you mind?'

'Not at all.'

'Great.' He shot a signal to one of the nearby standing guards, coming back to the boys again, 'You guys have such a great fame in the underworld, I was surprised by the info I received. It seems like I am the lucky one to be contacted by you.' He laughed.

'But you are our sunbae, aren't you?' Namjoon's compliment affected a contented smirk on his twitched face. He shook his head, 'That's why I have the best enemies. Especially this one, who has been bugging me for days...I doubt if you're...' He looked straight to their faces, then casually asked, 'Do you listen to music?'

Startled a bit by the sudden question, the leader replied after a second, 'Seldom, why do you ask?'

'Just asking. Let me put on some then, if you would like.' He whirled the volume button of the speaker next to him. For the secondth time of startlement, they realized, it was one of their songs broadcasted in the radio. We are Bulletproof pt.2.

'Ahh, this is a good one. What's the group's name? Ba-Bang...Bang Ten? Big Bang?? I don't remember.' He squinted his eyes, 'You guys are so good-looking, you could definitely become one of these idol singers if you wanted, isn't it?'

'Not everything is for everyone.' Namjoon shrugged, trying to show his calm and indifferent side. Panic rested in the six minds. Never they knew, they would be afraid to listen to their own music this much. What was the guy thinking?

A waitress came in and placed down a tray of a variety of shots. All nodded and took over their individual glasses.

'Cheers.'

Fingers circled around near the base. The liquors traveled near the top of the tilted glasses, reaching till the last millimeter to their lips. They took in a sip of air. Not one of them minded to take an actual sip of the drinkable who-knows drink. That Irrefutably was left noticed by him. Amazement played on his face field. He brought his glass down.

'I see you don't trust me well yet. All of you.' His words calmly reached out.

'Why would you say that? You are a man holding so many goods. Everyone comes to you for their great business.' He laughed his trademark grin. 'That doesn't mark your belief on me that I didn't put any poison in those. I was testing you. You failed.' He changed the positions of his legs and spoke soft and calmly.

'I can't carry my deal with someone who doesn't trust their seller. Sorry.'

They were struck. Jolted by an unexpected action.

The man for sure, was clever and knew, how to play.

He signaled one of his men to take the briefcase away. The open lid was brought down in a second, without even letting the boys take a good look at what it held inside. Desperate eyes moved in the direction, watching the form as it was taken so far away.

Silence took over the throne of sound in the room. Everyone perhaps was busy to get a hold on the circ.u.mstance. The boys took their time to share their intense worrying eye contact with each other, finally deciding to leave the bridle to the leader.

So the respective dynamically spoke. Unbothered as his voice state revealed.

'How can you say that, Mr. Lamda?' Verily, Namjoon's prowess on keeping calm in the situation was surprising. The reason why everyone knew to rely on him for the tortuous situations.

'Did even you put your trust on us? If so, then why are there about twelve men standing all around in this small space?' He crossed his right leg over the left, bringing his index near his lips to flash the arrogant fierce look he trademarks as. In a battle against the lantern of the man's brain, one needed a torch to defeat. And they all knew, Namjoon's verbs and speaks were enough for the battery.

'I d-'

'And why is your hand always near that table beside you? May I guess, there's a button underneath there, which connects to a thousand of your people out there waiting to get your signal if anything goes wrong?' He c.o.c.ked his eyebrow. The man immediately jerked his hand away, amazement hidden in neutrality playing light and shadow on his grayish lifeless pupils.

'You don't trust us. We don't trust you. either. What Is trust in this world? Blaming us for something that you don't do yourself? Tsk. And here we thought you must be a great dealer, since you're such an elite baron famous and rich. But guess what...' He uttered best bickers in his voice. Both pairs of eyes connected, him and him.

The Nefarious, and, Mr. Lambda.

The bell had rung. The match had started. To win, they knew, they needed each other's head, they needed an entrance to get in and play with the synapses. It was a player unknown's battleground, shoot you, I win. And for them now, proving thyself seemed like the winner's objective.

Namjoon's little trick had worked, and it was proven by the next words of the second party.

'How can I trust you, Nefarious ssi?' His playful slashy smirk was substituted by the stern hot gaze he daggered, 'Even I can say you the same. I need to ensure my safety. How can I tell that you don't have your guns hidden under your suit? Or how can I say you are not here to dupe me? I don't trust you.'

'Well,' Namjoon gesticulated. All six pairs of hands dug in and pulled out everything they had. The guns were exposed n.a.k.e.d to the glistening light, lost touch with their owners lying hopelessly unused before the man.

'Now you trust us? Take the money first too if you want. We gave out everything we had. You can have us checked by your bodyguards.'

'Okay.' Surprisingly, he didn't refuse the advice. Done with the thorough body check, Lambda tittered again. 'Fine.'

He pushed the table away and brought out his own revolver placing it in front. The number of twelve was reduced to seven.

'I still need to keep them, ya know? They come in work.' His voice was finally back to normal. Both parties laughed and shook hands.

'Be friends now, Mr. Lambda? Call me Nefs in short if you want. We will need you a lot for our future trading purposes.' The tall guy laughed. Lambda sniggered, 'Sure, buddy. I think I will need you too.'

'By the way-'

'Yes?' Lambda brought his head up to face Namjoon's, to which the latter male snickered.

'Thanks-

Geun Hye-ssi.'

> > >

Y/N's P.O.V-

I jumped off my small seat and darted towards that direction. I looked around in search if I could find them elsewhere. The guard standing at one corner took my attention. A red velvet shielding curtain decorated the small entrance along with his big size on its front. It was that man who I saw was talking to them a while ago.

A small light-bulb flashed before my eyes. Let's...

'Excuse me, sir.' With the harsh rough voice arriving, brat man lifted his head up enormously to meet his eyes with the stern-faced guards'.

'May we please see your invitation card?' He spoke in disbelief being astounded by their words, 'I don't understand. Do you know who I am?'

'We would like to do a body search on you. Please stand up.' The second guard lifted him up almost in one hand while he kept on defying heavily. ''What the freak, man? This is atrocity-' His bullet tongue stopped its work getting hit by the massive glare received. I smirked at the sight and taking advantage of the created distraction, I swooped in through the entrance.

It was a long corridor. The polished and brown mat led the way further in; formation of a curve like a snake and I followed where it took me. Hearing some sudden sounds of footsteps, I quickly hid myself.

Two waitresses walked out with trays in their hand. I waited until they got out of sight and proceeded forward. There was this room at the dead end the door of which seemed locked. I planted my ears on the heavy wood in a try if I could hear something but not a sound from inside. It appeared dead silent. Weird.

I twirled the knob slightly and surprising fact, it got opened. Pushing the door forward till just an inch to peek in, the next scene what I saw made me bang it open all wide with pure shock.

There were eight men inside.

All dead.

Two bodyguards lied on the floor on two sides. Blood slowly trickled out of them forming a small to a gradually large pool of crimson shade. The rest four just sat against the sidewall with bullet holes in their head. A middle-aged man sat on a leather couch in the middle of the room. Another couch was situated just before him waiting as if for people to come by and join in. His eyes were open, unblinking. A small hole signified the pricked in small steel killer bullet which was now resting in his skull. He was dead, sitting alive.

Before I could get a hold on the situation I rushed in, the unnoticed door at the left banged open with loud growls incoming. A group of men rushed in. Taking a glimpse over their boss and bodyguards in blood over their black then me standing before where they met their end, they added two with the two.

A small motion of the eyelids closed and opened in one blink, several guns were pointed at me. Loaded, muzzle pointed and ready to shoot, aiming at every inch they could hole in on my whole body. I took in a sharp breath and looked at all of them at once. This was more bizarre than I expected.

The last man begged down on his knees, thudded on the floor with a massive jerk. Door shut hard creating a loud sound effect in the pitchless soulless room. I skid out hurriedly connecting the earpiece. As soon as a voice appeared from the other side, in a rush, I stumbled out.

'47 reports, I think, we have an emergency.'