Yoongi focus

Yoongi was lounging in the shadows of the roof terrace and watched Namjoon paddling through the small pool. The gym and pool area had not been part of their room package, but with a little plus money they had gotten an upgrade. Taehyung had been very insistent on it, although Jungkook was the one profiting most from the deal. The raven spent his mornings and evenings here with enviable discipline, while Taehyung spent most of his time working on the copy of the jewelry.

Yoongi mostly liked this place for its view and the cocktails and stared down every personal trainer that tried to approach him. He would do a damn working his body when his mind was already at its limits.

"Morning," Jimin's cheerful voice disrupted the enjoyable silence. The Cinderella was unnaturally bright since the night he had called them for a pick-up. It was a weird transformation, considering how weak he had sounded at that time, but something must have happened back then and Yoongi was too dense to see it. Maybe he should ask Taehyung later whether the redhead knew more.

Yoongi just hummed in response. It was too early for so much enthusiasm, but they had decided to meet here for a briefing about the keycard pull.

"You know," the charmer started, and the tune of his voice was enough to catch Yoongi's attention. It sounded promising, so he turned his head towards the younger. "I have this exquisite little white marble copy of Michelangelo's David."

This indeed was promising. "How'd you get it?" Yoongi asked, just to make sure that this was not another Ming-disaster.

"It was gifted to me," Jimin said with a devious smile. "I'd give you a sale for some information."

Yoongi sat up straight and pulled down his sunglasses. "About how much are we talking?" he wanted to know.

"Twenty percent off."

"Deal. What do you want?" Yoongi agreed, knowing that this was a ticket to press the price as much as he desired.

"What's Jungkook into? What does he like? What's his hobby? What turns him on?" the brunette asked and left him startled. He would have expected many things but not this. So, was the change in mood caused by thei4 gorilla?

"You know he's straight, don't you?" he wanted to make sure, because the last thing he needed was an emotional chaos in his team.

"I don't care," Jimin brushed him off.

Yoongi sighed. Did he really have to play negotiator here? "You should care, Jimin, because you're the one who'll be rejected in the end," he tried to argue, because as unexpected as it was, he did not want the brunette to be hurt. Jimin had proven to be a talented part of this team, and, somehow, he did not want to see him running into his own misery. Their Cinderella was enough of an idiot, so someone had to take care that he would not ruin himself more than inevitable.

"But I have to try," the little idiot said with pleading puppy eyes.

"Why, Jimin, when the goal is unreachable?" Yoongi huffed out. "He never has shown any interest in men."

"And neither in women," the charmer retorted. Where did he have that from? Did he talk to Tae?

"Don't you think he knows what he wants at his age?" Yoongi tried his last straw.

Jimin stared down at the small table. "Just tell me, would you? I need to try. I need to."

The way their charmer had lowered his gaze onto his fiddling hands and chewed on the inside of his cheek made him look even more like a lost puppy. It would have been endearing, would Yoongi not know that there was no chance of success for his colleague. Knowing that, it looked just sad.

"You really like him, hu?" he asked defeated. If Jimin wanted to try that badly he would help him, but Taehyung would have to pick up the mess afterwards.

Jimin just shrugged at his question and kept staring at his hands.

"He's getting it up for red lips and meshes," Yoongi stated nonchalantly.

Jimin's eyes snapped up to look at him in a mix of shock and wonder. "What? How-"

"He has those magazines in his duffle bag."

"How-"

"I was searching for a pen. Never saw him more embarrassed," Yoongi explained and smiled at the memory. He never had seen Jungkook redder before. It had been extremely funny. But who was he to judge with the award-deserving porn collection he possessed?

"O-Okay," Jimin said hesitantly, "But apart from that, what does he like to do? A hobby or something."

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Yoongi suggested with a shrug and sipped on his cocktail. The ice had watered it down. How unfortunate. He'd have to order another one.

"Uh, because I feel like he doesn't really notice me. Like not really. I'm just another part of the job for him. Apart from that... from that one time when... when..."

"You share a room," Yoongi ended the ramble of the other. He did not get why Jimin had to ask him for such mundane things.

"Yes," the charmer agreed but it almost sounded like a whine, "but he's so... professional. Even in saying goodnight." The brunette looked truly helpless.

Yoongi found the term very fitting. Jungkook indeed was very professional. The boy never stood around uselessly and did what he was told to perfection. A soldier. Being a bumper must have taught him well.

"Well, then I suggest making him notice you," Yoongi just said, lacking a better idea.

"How?"

Of course, that question had to come. "By what you just told me, I'd say he's the soldier type, and what's a soldier's biggest weakness?"

"I dunno," Jimin answered, looking at him like he was the wise oracle of Delphi while he was just fiddling together what could be a plan.

"Women, Jimin. When you're starved on the battlefield, you tend to look at every boob that passes," he said, not knowing whether Jungkook truly fitted the starved soldier picture, but the magazines told their own story.

"I don't have boobs," the other noted stupidly.

Why did he have to write it out for this idiot? Was Jimin not the one with the seduction skills? "Obviously," he snorted, "but I guess a fine ass will do as well."

"So, should I seduce him after-"

"Morning," Namjoon ended their conversation, and Yoongi had never been more grateful for an interruption. He was just not cut-out for giving love advice. "So, you came up here but won't swim?" the ex-cop asked, dripping on the sun-warmed floor next to their table.

"I will," Jimin said and jumped up, tearing off his shirt.

"I'll enjoy the shadow. Thank you," Yoongi rejected the subtle invitation.

Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows. "But it's hot. Why don't you give it a try?"

What was that guy on about? Whether Yoongi soaked his panties with sweat should be none of the ex-cop's concerns. "Because," he began his explanation, downing his cocktail in one go, "I don't like water." He really did not. Nasty thing that. "Swimming is literally the only sport that will kill you if you stop."

Namjoon looked flabbergasted. "Are you serious? That's your reason?"

"Just think about it," Yoongi rambled on, hoping that the others would show up before he could be dragged into the pool by argument or force. "Water is like: Why don't you take your clothes off and I choke you a little?"

Jimin snorted in the background while Namjoon could just stare at him with comically widened eyes.

"Water is so kinky," Yoongi added, using the tactic of confusing and running. He would pass on the running though.

Now Namjoon was shaking with his raspy staccato laughter. "You can leave your clothes on, don't worry."

Slowly this became annoying. "Doesn't change anything. Come in so that I can get your panties soaked and choke you a little, still is not favorable. No, thank you. Go, have that swim with Jimin. He seems eager." The brunette idiot was just smiling in the background and did not look like he would help him any time soon, so he decided to take his leave. "I'll check the bar for another drink."

With that he walked off in the hopes of being left alone, but before he could make more than two steps, strong arms grabbed him around his waist, and in the next second, he was underwater. Nothing made sense anymore, there was no up or down, there was just the sting of chlorine in his eyes and the pressing urge to breathe. Claustrophobic panic flooded his system so rapidly, it felt like hitting a wall. All his muscles flexed taut simultaneously.

When he finally broke through the surface, he was clinging to Namjoon's neck in sheer panic and gulped in deep breaths.

"He's like a cat," Jimin's voice echoed in the background together with his trademark chuckles. Asshole.

"Are you two having fun behind Taehyung's back?" Jungkook's voice came from the same place as Jimin's, though Yoongi could be wrong. He did not see much through the curtain of wet hair. All he could do was cling to Namjoon who laughed as well, that moron.

"I wouldn't call that fun," Yoongi croaked out, embarrassed by how much this sounded like a whimper, and fought himself out of Namjoon's embrace once they had reached the rim of the basin, giving the man some nice kicks against his stomach.

"Don't you touch him!" Jungkook's voice suddenly shouted, and Yoongi twitched in shock and turned around. Directly behind him was a wide-eyed Jimin who looked at the raven, who stood on the other side of the pool.

"Why?" the brunette asked confused while Yoongi hurried to get out of the water.

"Just look at him," their youngest argued, and Yoongi could practically feel all the eyes on his shaking frame. He must look miserable, but he could not help it. He hated water. And he hated to be confronted with it in an unexpected manner. His worst nightmares were those with water, so this little joke, for him, had bordered horror.

"Oh," he heard Jimin saying when he took one of the spare towels at the entrance of the gym to get presentably dry to approach the bar.

"Yoongi," Taehyung's happy voice welcomed him, "Ready for- what happened to you?"

The concerned coffee eyes were like medicine for his irritated mind. "Namjoon threw me into the pool."

His best friend's eyes widened in sympathy. Taehyung knew. "Are you alright?"

Yoongi just nodded and took his drink from the barkeeper. It was time to end this childish demeanor and concentrate on the job again. The pause had been way too long for his liking, and he was eager to continue. Everything had been ready for days, and they just needed to put it in the right order. Jungkook could say his sentences in Chinese, Namjoon had a story to tell the delivery guy, the uniform was bought and the package with a keycard-like piece of plastic was prepared. After the ex-cop had spied on their test victim, they had been able to watch the whole machinery in process and knew what would happen and who acted how.

"We found out which security system Choi uses, so we can proceed with our plans," Yoongi started the little meeting. "Jungkook knows his lines." The raven nodded. "And Namjoon has a story for the deliveryman." The hazel-haired nodded as well. "I'll be monitoring and puppeteering the pull."

Everyone nodded.

"That's it?" Jimin asked. "That's why I stood up?"

Yoongi sighed. As if he had not just wasted time to give this ungrateful brat love advise. "I also wanted to discuss the real job in advance," he continued and noticed satisfied how everyone shifted in their seats.

"As far as I could see, Choi's got a Bank Smith security system with two cameras. It probably sets off an alarm when the door is opened and has to be shut off by typing in a code," he explained. "Apparently, Bank Smith thinks that the only way to secure a system against hacking is a shutdown. They're not the only ones thinking that, just the only security system company that uses that mechanism."

"So, how do we get in when we set off the alarm by opening the door?" Namjoon asked. "If we disable it before we want to go in, the door won't open, but if we go in-"

"The door does open," Yoongi interrupted. He truly loved the system for that inevitable backdoor. By guaranteeing a higher level of security with keycards instead of pickable locks, the apartment hotel built in this little gap they could slip through. "The door is an overlap of the hotel safety and private safety. The door can be opened because it's part of the hotel and you can't lock out the owner because his security system is down. That would be inconvenient. The Bank Smith system must work with a sensor that measures if the door is open or something similar."

Namjoon looked satisfied.

"However, while the system reboots, it's untouchable. That gives you a window of five minutes," he said towards Tae who nodded absentmindedly, probably cracking a 7-X-2000 in under five minutes as a mind game.

"I want Jungkook as my wingman," the redhead suddenly said.

Yoongi just shrugged. There was nothing to say against sending a gorilla in as well. "Jimin will be at the club monitoring Choi, Namjoon will drug the security guard and keep an eye on the cameras, so you can take Kook with you."

The bumper threw a side glance at Jimin who looked slightly unmotivated, and Yoongi hesitated to continue. "Is something about the plan bothering you?" he asked cautiously.

Everyone shook their heads. Well, whatever that little exchange had been, it hopefully would not ruin their plan.

"I hope you still have a good reason to call the man to the club, Jimin," he said, remembering that weird night. Their charmer nodded even though he did not look happy. Well, he got payed for it, so there was no backing out now. "Good. About the specifics. Namjoon, I'll try to get my hands on chloral and 'll prep a syringe. You should know how to handle these by n-"

"Chloral!?" Taehyung interrupted him shocked. Damn it! Could he not finish one thought before he was interrupted? "Do you want to kill the man?"

Everyone looked at Yoongi like he had dropped a baby. Scientific idiots. "The chloral will react with the ethanol of the whiskey to chloral hydrate. That's a normal sleeping drug," he defended himself.

"Yes, but chloral is damn lethal. If you overdo it, it's-"

"You need a prescription for chloral hydrate. Also, chloral is extremely reactive when exposed to oxidants, and I did my calculations. Stop exagg-" he tried to stop the situation from escalating, but Taehyung would not let him finish this sentence either.

"Lucky you, that I have a tube of chloral hydrate pills," his best friend said to his astonishment.

"But how-"

"Import of medication for personal use," his best friend said with a shrug.

"Since when do you need meds for sleeping?" Yoongi wanted to know. Had he missed something? Was Taehyung suffering from sleeping problems?

"I don't. I just thought it would be useful for eliminating any watchdogs," the redhead said with an innocent look. "You know, like the sleeping pills in the sausage." Unbelievable.

"And when were you going to tell me?" Yoongi asked angrily. He had had given up on hours of sleep to find a way of getting chloral, trying to find an original Chinese prescription and later researching the area for labs and chemistry companies, while the solution was in front of him? How much more was there he did not know about?

"Now?" the redhead asked shyly and flashed him his boxy smile.

Damn, he could not be mad at this little genius. He fondled the red strands before he could think better of it and took a deep breath to get rid of the stupid smile that undoubtedly was plastered over his face. This was not the time to get all lovey-dovey over his best friend. "Well, then I'll be prepping a syringe with chloral hydrate. Stop staring at me like that." The other half of the table still looked at him like he was a monster. He had calculated everything thoroughly! He would never risk the life of a person to do a job. What were they thinking?

Caught out, they all rearranged their expressions and relaxed back into their chairs.

"Obviously, I'll do the hacking," Yoongi continued his monologue, "but to do that I need to get into the system. Taehyung suggested that you-" He looked at Namjoon, "-could give the guard a flash drive with music where I can hide my trojan. How's it going, by the way?"

"Good. He can't stop talking about the whiskey we bought him," Namjoon answered with a pitying smile. "The man loves me."

"The more he loves you, the better. We'll get him another bottle and the flash drive. Tell him it's alcohol and music from your club," Yoongi concluded.

"Uhm, may I ask how you plan to explain my disappearance after the job?" the ex-cop asked.

Taehyung, to everyone's amusement, lifted his hand like a schoolboy and delivered an answer. "Tell him you only use the tower until you find a real apartment. You don't like the hotel-like living and look out for something else."

Namjoon nodded understandingly.

"Any other questions?"

Jungkook opened his mouth. "When do we swap the keycards?"

Yoongi grinned wolfishly. "Taehyung only now deleted the card of Mr. Choi, so we'll attack tomorrow morning."

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