𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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When I ask, I'm instantly picked up and kissed deeply.

"It worked perfectly!" He says ecstatically, placing me on the ground while pulling out his flip phone. "All I had to do was make us seem to be in a fight, and it worked out. The more reason he had to kick us out, the more chances we would have of him forgetting about us."

So he stopped touching me because he wanted me to act a certain way for the plan? It's not that I'm upset, but I would rather know what's going on than be used as a pawn. I thought I did something wrong.

Calling a number, he puts the phone against his ear, grabs my hand, and runs down the alley while making it on the streets.

"We did it. We got it, unlocked the window, and made our exit. Everything worked out perfectly." Saying a few more words as we move down the street, I can't help but remember what happened only mere moments ago.

So much happened in the basement. From seriousness, to excitement, then to worry. It's too confusing for my mind to keep up.

When he hangs up the phone, I ignore the fact he's still holding my hand and leading me down the street. Instead, I focus my attention on another question.

"Where are we going now?" I ask, looking up at him to see a sly smirk spread across his face.

"Now, we're going to a hotel. We need to get some sleep before the mission tonight. Trust me, if you thought any of that was fun," he pauses to look behind us. "Then you're going to have the best time of your life tonight, Vee."

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The hotel is anything but fancy. It's rundown, white paint peeling off the sides, an electric sign that says open for vacancy, and is in the part of town which is known for the most theft.

"This is it," Jungkook chimes, impressed by the building. "I've got a key to our room already," he pulls out the key from his back pocket, exposing it to my eyes.

"How do you already have a key?" He walks inside while I follow behind. He nods his head to the man behind the front desk who's watching a television show without paying too much attention. However, he does return the nod to Jungkook.

Once inside the elevators which I hope are up to code, he presses the third-floor button.

"Wait a minute longer, and I'll explain," he comments when we ride the elevator in silence. Once the doors open, he exits first and takes a right down the hallway which is barely lit from the lack of electricity running through the walls.

This place is definitely not up to any code. Following him, he checks each way down the hall before unlocking room number 324. While urgently walking inside, he shuts the door behind me and locks it with a soft laugh.

"Okay, now for your question. This is where our crew stays if we're out in this part of the city without a place to stay. The owner is in on what we do, and he's letting us keep this room number for ourselves."

I nod my head, understanding. "Why does the owner care? How come he doesn't turn you in?" I ask, removing the blonde wig and throwing it on the nightstand in the corner of the small room.

"His daughter is in our gang. It's Twix. She's been a huge help to us, and her father supports her and the cause."

He walks over to the edge of the creaky bed, while I take my spot on the vacant bed next to his. He starts taking off his boots.

"What exactly is the cause? What are you doing all of this for?" I find myself asking, curiosity rolling off my tongue.

"Some do it for peace, others do it for a way out of an ordinary life, and some do it for the chaos or recognition on television. There's no set cause. For me, I do it to make a difference. You think we just go after small businesses, but that's not true. We haven't been able to go to a lot of bigger businesses until as of late, like our mission for tonight. We've been keeping it to smaller businesses instead for safety reasons, but now that more people are joining us, we have a better chance of aiming for bigger businesses."

"Why do you do it? What's the goal of ruining places of work?" When I ask, his eyes pierce into mine as if been backstabbed by his best friend.

"Let's just say I have a long way to go before I can take my revenge out on a certain someone. Look, it doesn't matter why I'm doing it, you need to remember if this is what you want to do. People at the warehouse spread rumors about me, but none of them know me. I hide my private life for a reason, and I'm going to protect yours the best I can because you're innocent. If you stay, hide everything about yourself. I'm not going to go into detail, but lately, I've been keeping my guard up at home. I suggest you do the same in the meantime."

"I understand, but let me ask you this. Are the warehouses yours by right? Were they given to you in your father's will?" I need to know who's telling me the truth at the warehouse. I need to know what I can or can't believe.

"Vee, whoever told you that bullshit is someone who doesn't know a damn thing about me. I don't own the warehouses; Ghost does. He used his college money to buy both properties—he stole some money from his parents, too—but if you want to know who owns them, it's him."

"I see," so I was lied to? Why did Yoongi tell me that when it's not the truth?

"Look, don't start ruling people out. Some people just like to make their own opinions, okay? It's like I said earlier."

"Yoongi told me you owned the warehouses through your father's will. He said all you were the founding members of the crew and that you ran away from home." I admit, watching him freeze in his spot.

He tosses the boot in his hand on the floor. "Yoongi doesn't understand some things about what we do. Something happened to him a long time ago, and it's better for him to think the way he does. Let him think I own the warehouses, even if it's Ghost because Yoongi's memory... it isn't like it used to be."

When he says that, I can't help but have way more questions than I should have.

Before I can ask more, he stands up from the bed. "I'm taking a shower before we rest. I stink."

With that, he walks into the bathroom, leaving me behind on the bed with my mind racing with possibilities. I never knew Yoongi had a problem with his memory.

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