B.T.S

' Tae what's wrong.'

The soft spoken words drafted on deaf ears as Taehyung stared openly through the tainted glass of the Land Rover his thoughts conflicted.

' Shut up Jimin.'

There was not a single breath taken aloud as the black haired male spoke lifting his head from the glass in the front of the vehicle.

Taehyung differentiated his gaze to the golden watch upon his wrist. It had been three hours since the confrontation with the hidden girl and just over two since Jimin had found him wondering the streets.

And her words simply hadn't left his head.

'Tampered...Basement... level 4'

There had to be a mistake in her findings, in his line of profession he had never saw any levels within the basement written in the plans it had always been one level below the earth. With that it wasn't common knowledge of the contents of the records so how would she know it would have been tampered with.

A tap on his shoulder turned his attention to the older male who pointed to the village like house and Taehyung nodded in understanding.

Opening the car door he allowed the crisp winter air meet with his blistering skin, poofs of smoke passing his lips as the snow crushed underfoot.

He trailed slowly behind the six boys into the warm looking house.

The lights flickered on in their approach, the fire crackling in the far living room, music played softly through the speakers. He was finally home and he couldn't wait to take a shower.

The seven of them dispersed around the house each complaining heavily about the days work, the two elders fell into the living room discussing future plans for heists as the youngest two- excluding himself- retreated into the bedrooms.

An obnoxious clang of metal against metal rang through solemn music over the speakers followed by a high shriek he could only as one of his Hyungs.

'What did Namjoon do this time?'

The youngest of the seven yelled through his open door as he smashed away at the keyboard, not bothering to look away from the computer screen.

' Hey!It wasn't me!'

The accused yelled back from the kitchen, entering the hallway to see what the fuss was about. Another shriek left the living room a deeper one but still high pitched as a hollow thump resounded the hallways.

By now Taehyung had already sprinted to the entrance of the living room leaving behind Namjoon in his wake. The wooden door was splintered and a screwdriver lay embedded deep beneath the material like a dart.

' What the fuck do you want.'

The second oldest boy spat to seemingly thin air as Taehyung stepped into the living room with a crowd following behind him. Jin lay splattered like a rug on the floor panting heavily with a hand on his chest as Yoongi towered over him a hand on his hip.

' What's with all the noise.'

Namjoon questioned pushing his way forward, barging shoulders with Taehyung as he passed stumbling over his feet. Yoongi growled as he approached at his side and Taehyung managed to see through the small gap between them.

' What are you doing here?'

A soft chuckle radiated off the brick walls as footsteps echoed down the hall.

' That's not how to treat a guest is it Namjoon.'

' You're not welcome here Widow.'

Taehyung stepped around Namjoon coming face to face with the cloaked figure that he had met previously. Her legs swung around the arm of the sofa as she crossed her legs leaning her chin on her open palm.

' Would I be welcome if I said I had information on the Mafia Princess?'

The room seemed to go quiet as everyone piled around the sofa, unanswered questions swirling around their heads as they all stared at her.

' I've seemed to have peaked your interest, isn't that right Namjoon?'

' Why would the personal guard of the Princess want her to fall into another groups hands?'

' Let's call it Revenge.'

She chuckled softly her sound being the only thing to fill the silence left by the boys. The entire situation was confusing and mildly frustrating. Shuffling on his feet Taehyung caught the gaze of the assassin, who pulled the hood of her head leaving her strands of black hair to fall around her shoulder blades.

' If it isn't Taehyung.'

Her voice seemed to mould into a child as she mocked him, arising from the love seat. The simple movement seemed to put everyone on high alert as they solidified to the spot moving their hands to their nearest weapons. Her soft footsteps echoed of the polished wood as she went to stand in front of him, cupping his face with her palm and analyzing him carefully.

' I'm surprised that you made it back to Park in one piece.'

Taehyung scratched the back of his head sheepishly as he allowed his face to be turned to the right facing Namjoon who looked at him with confusion.

' What do you want?'

The simple question was asked again as she released Taehyung's face turning on her heel to face the rest of the boys.

' I told you.'

' What do you want in return.'

' The answers quiet simple for an intellect such as yourself Kim.'

' I want you to be the top.'