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❝welcome to the circus❞
❝welcome to the mafia❞
It was the perfect crime.
Everything was planned down to the second. Namjoon's voice echoed through their ears, his instructions clear. It was go time.
Taehyung approached the guards, a sultry look on his face, the jeans he was wearing impeccably tight. He had even applied a coat of pink lipstick, noticing on the guards profiles that they both liked feminine men, and specifically the colour pink.
Being the distraction had its benefits, he always got to look pretty. Turning around, he spotted Hoseok hiding in the shadows and gave the hand signal for forwards, letting them know he was ready.
Yoongi calmly tapped away at his keyboard, taking a sip from his coke can as he nodded his head, giving the others the signal to move. They had a ten-second gap to enter the building, plenty of time.
"Head forwards 5 paces, then turn right. Down that corridor."
Everything was going to plan. They would soon arrive at the first vault door, and Yoongi had the systems already cleared, just one press of his mouse and it would open enough for them to slip through.
Jimin would then have to navigate across the laser field and manually turn them off from the other side of the room. It hurt Yoongi that his computer couldn't hack into a manual system, but he knew Jimin would have no issues showing off his new flexible moves to the squad.
According to the blueprints of the bank - that Seokjin had mysteriously acquired - there was a glass wall, supposed to be bulletproof. Jeongguk would break that. The others didn't dare ask how Seokjin gained the prints, or even how Jeongguk could easily break 'unbreakable' glass.
There was another vault door after that, yet Yoongi couldn't control that one. Namjoon would have to decipher the coding from inside the building whilst Seokjin and Hoseok silently assassinated the guards that completed rounds of the bank floor.
It was perfect.
But then he heard the panicked breath in his headset. Taehyung.
"Yoongi, one of the guards sounded the alarm. They need to get out now!"
His breath caught in his throat. This was bad. Extremely bad.
"Namjoon, evacuate! Get out of there immediately. I repeat, get out of there!"
A siren began ringing in his ears, and Yoongi's fingers flew across his keyboard, trying to see if he could do anything from the van he was sat in. There were no other systems he could hack into, he just had to hope that the others made it out quick enough so they could escape.
"Open the door now!"
Yoongi punched the code into the computer that opened the bank door and heard Seokjin shouting, making sure everyone got out. He jumped up from the make-shift chair and swung the van doors open, seeing his 6 friends sprinting straight for him.
Jeongguk hopped right into the driver's seat, not stopping as he started the van and checked behind, making sure everyone was in. They sped down the streets of South Korea, all seven of them frantic, hearing the sirens of police cars begin to grow louder.
"Take a left, then go right!"
Hoseok spoke up, confidently pointing in the directions as Jeongguk viciously turned the wheel, the van drifting around the corner and speeding up on the straight road.
"Hobi, where are we going?"
"The busiest place in Seoul right now. The Circus."
Strung up lights blinded them as they reached the circus grounds, the red and white tent in front of them a sight to see. But they had no time to admire it.
"Grab everything and run to the tent. We can hide in there. Go, go, go!"
Jimin never normally shouted, the panic evident on his face as they shoved as much as they could in their arms. Leaving the van, they ran across the muddy field, weaving through parked cars as the police cars pulled up, the sirens finally switching off.
It was hectic in the circus tent. There were people everywhere, just milling around, vendors were selling their goods, some performers were showing groups of people little tricks, leaving them in awe.
It was crowded. Which was perfect.
They managed to slip into the back of the circus tent, where the circus acts themselves were readying for their show. Everyone was paying attention to their own thing that they never noticed the seven boys dash into a subsection of the tent, carefully shutting the curtain behind them so it wasn't moving.
It was like a mini room, costumes stacked higher than Namjoon could stand, just strewn across the floor. They finally allowed themselves to breathe, putting the things in their arms down and gaining their breaths back.
"So what now?"
Jeongguk was thinking hard, it was clear from the way his eyebrows lowered and his head tilted slightly to the left.
"We hide in here. Sneak out during the show. We can probably steal a car, get to our safehouse. It's our best bet."
"Who are you? And what are you hiding from?"
A voice unknown to the seven boys called out, causing them all to look at each other slowly, eyes wide with dread as they saw the person emerge from the curtain, arms crossed against their chest, head tilted downwards.
