Hacker | Gang!BTSxHacker!reader

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"Huh...? Oh, uh, bye..." Your voice trailed as the call ended abruptly. Your eyes fell onto your phone screen as the caller ID faded. Bye? You made a mental note to call your best friend later when he wasn't busy. 

It was a little disheartening. You had known him for years, yet, in recent months, work was all he ever did or spoke about. It obviously stressed him out, enough to keep him awake most nights. But you weren't going to deny him of something he seemed to be so passionate about.

Letting an anxious breath escape you, you turned back towards your laptop, hauling the monster back onto your lap as the program you had just downloaded completed and you found yourself falling quickly back to work.

Clicking buttons once more, you came towards the final stages, preparing a safe route for the email where it wouldn't be scanned for viruses and prepared to send. Your job was almost done and all that was left to do was call your contact, hit send and get paid. Thankfully, illegalities paid well.

Hopefully, by the end of the week, the results of the scheme would pay off and you and Lee would be able to have your regular monthly meal paid by you and your slightly (very) illegal actions.

You hummed, satisfied that for once, you would be able to get some sleep because you finished earlier than expected and you grazed your hands over the wooden floor, searching without looking for your second phone used only to call your contacts. It was the safest way, it had the voice changer and the location was practically impossible to trace from it.

"Hey," you greeted, calling and getting a response almost immediately. 

You wondered how your voice sounded to them. How they imagined you looked. Your name was pretty well known around the city... well, your code name was. Miseriae. An incredibly uncreative name. But, you always fount Latin to be a pretty language and it would have been a waste not to go with the name 'misery' in some way or another. It was who you were. 

"Missy," they said, their voice was less human more robot as their own voice changer covered them. You weren't cruel enough to force them to say 'miseriae' every time they spoke to you. So, Missy worked too. "Has something happened?"

"No," you sank, practically laying on the wooden ground as you listened to them. You tried to make out their real voice, but it was always impossible. "Well, yes. Actually, technically. I've finished the email. Give me the go-ahead for when you need it sent."

There was another sound, a mechanical sound like a grating jumbled mess of technological sounds and you figured that it was a hum, translated into something else because of the voice changer.

"What happens when you send it?"

"It will go to the top of his emails and stay there until he opens it. It has a link, he'll click it, his system will turn to shit and there will be no saving it. Whatever you needed to do while he couldn't get online will be possible for as long as it takes him to get a new laptop."

"What about other devices?" The voice grated your ears, but, you had exchanged so many conversations with them, by this point, it didn't even phase you. "Phone's, spare laptops, anything with an internet connection?"

"Dead," you assured, "The virus will spread through his network and crack everything like an egg on cement. No fixing that. Ask Humpty Dumpty."

"And it lasts until he gets a new device?"

"Yup, and even then, the network will be broken. Looking at his records and the information I gathered, the email will probably be opened at eight tomorrow morning, he'll click the link and it will set into action immediately."

"How do you know he will click the link?"

"He's fallen for at least three of those emails from a 'Nigerian prince' asking for money. I made sure it's a convincing email, he'll fall for it."

"Great," the voice said, "then, in that case, you can send it now."

"And the payment will be in the usual spot?"

"I'll send it there now."

"Good doing business with you, RM." You smiled, happy to have had such simple work. There were other things you were asked to do, things a little more complex. Take down whole websites, change subtle things on websites over a long period of time. It was always interesting, but it never really showed off the full extent of your abilities.

Your abilities were best put to use in your own personal projects. The ones that took down whole corporations.

You knew right from wrong, black from white. And you loved being the grey. The girl who did good all while doing so much bad. Exposing the sex scandals of loved celebrities, ruining reputations, spreading rumours online for the sake of helping the less fortunate.

The internet was a powerful thing, and you loved it like a toy.

"We'll be in touch again soon, Missy. Keep your phone on you."

"Will do." You smiled, gathering more information about the person the more you spoke to them. Even those words told you more. "Enjoy your crime."