Jungkook focus

Jungkook was nervous. He never had played a bigger role in Taehyung's plans than a gorilla, what had been very convenient because he had not been obliged to talk and interact with targets. He only had needed his muscles. But today would change that, and as confident as he had been before, he was not sure if he could do it. Because let's be honest: He was doing a Taehyung-job, and the artist was a master in this, so how could he possibly compete at first try?

"Kook, are you ready?" Suga's voice asked through the earpiece.

"Yes," he whispered and looked up and down the street for any mail delivery car.

"Namjoon is ready as well. Are you nervous?" the hacker asked, and Jungkook could have sworn that the man was smiling.

"A little," he admitted. Maybe Suga had some advice for him.

"Don't worry too mu-"

"People see what they want to see, Kookie, so no pressure," Taehyung's voice spoke suddenly. Apparently, the redhead had taken over the microphone.

"Well, Taehyung can tell you a story about that. He has a piece of his work displayed in the MMCA," a reserved Suga said, back in mission control. Jungkook chuckled at his two bosses and felt some of the weight lifted from his chest.

If he believed that he was who he pretended to be, everyone else would believe that as well. That's what Taehyung had told him and what Jimin had repeated last night when he had asked the charmer for advice. The small man had given him another great tip that contained having a headspace for every role, like a little mantra he could repeat to get into the mindset of the characters he was supposed to represent.

Still, he did not know what to make of his roommate. When he had picked the brunette up at the tower three nights ago, he had been quite thrown off by what he had found. For a moment, he had lost himself in the illusion of their charmer and had been convinced that he needed to protect the man like he was a fragile and helpless woman, though he knew better. But that night, Jimin had looked so... vulnerable. Like he was too weak to resist the load of happenings that was pressing onto his -admittedly muscular- shoulders. But would Jungkook have thought this as well if Jimin had not been in women's clothes? Probably not. But following Taehyung's logic, he had only seen what he wanted to see, so why-

"It's coming. Get ready, everyone!" Suga's voice stopped his thoughts from drifting off further.

And the hacker was right. A green, almost turquoise, van was coming up the road.

Jungkook watched it passing him and halting at the end of the street, one corner away from the entrance of the tower. And there was Namjoon, heading straight for the man who had jumped out of the car. The ex-cop was extremely confident, Jungkook had to admit.

"Move, Kook," Yoongi barked into his ear, and he began to run.

Taehyung had not placed him closer to the entrance because they did not want to risk him getting caught by surveillance. That however meant that he had to run to meet his time window, but Taehyung had joked that it would only increase his credibility of a postman with an express delivery.

And that was who he was for now. A postman on his way to deliver an express mail, determined to be in time, but curt in actions and words because his mind was waltzing through the cascade of other addresses he would have to visit next. He was a busy man, who did not care for the content of his packages but only for doing his work properly. Going in, delivering, getting the sign, leaving. That's what he needed to do. Nothing more, nothing less.

Twenty seconds later, he stood in the lobby in front of the reception desk and waved his little package in front of the desk lady's face.

"Kuàisù chuánsòng!" he wheezed at her, hoping that his pronunciation of express delivery was correct, and her eyes widened while she nodded her head and grabbed the earpiece of her desk phone.

Barely ten seconds later, a guy with neatly styled hair in a black suit came out of one of the doors across the hall and headed straight towards him. With clammy hands, Jungkook took the clipboard with the fake document and handed it over.

"Xièxiè," was all the guy said before he took the package and left for his door again. That had been much easier than expected.

But he was not done, yet.

"Suga, how's Namjoon?" he asked, heading towards the little broom cabinet Taehyung had told him to change in.

"Still talking," was the hacker's brief answer. Good. That meant he had at least one minute.

He ripped open the door of room P 0.02 and found a narrow space with shelfs filled with chemicals and buckets. Perfect. Before he could waste another second, he ripped off the postman shirt, slipped out of the trousers, and straightened the suit he was wearing underneath. Time to learn the signature.

Taehyung had told him that the easiest way to forge a signature was to turn it upside down. By doing this, the word became nothing more than a picture, and forging a picture was easier than copying a handwriting. Because the thing with writing was, that you could never ban your own style from showing at least slightly, but when you copied a picture there was no such thing as an own style. It was just a random combination of lines.

However, he would not be able to sign the clipboard upside down, but here the perks of being a foreigner played into his hands. The Chinese signs were like a drawing for him anyway, so he did not need to worry about his handwriting. All he needed to do was to learn the two little scribbles on this piece of paper, and, given that he was quite talented in drawing and Chinese were lazy in writing, it should not be too difficult.

"Target is heading off towards the entrance," Yoongi's voice startled him out of his concentrated state of recreating the signature.

Well, time to perform part two. Now he was the manager of a hotel apartment that was worth several millions. He was demanding and calculating, but not arrogant or mean. This tower was following his directions, and not the other way around. Time was carrying him, not haunting him, and he knew his place very well. The customer was king.

Cautious not to be seen by anyone, he slipped back into the lobby, postman uniform and clipboard under his arm, and strode towards the entrance. Taehyung should come in at any second to free him from the equipment, and he begged that the delivery guy was slow. And there the redhead was, hidden under a black hat and dressed in awfully baggy clothes, looking like a young tourist.

"Good job, so far," the artist murmured when he passed him on the way to the elevator and grabbed the stuff from under his arm.

Jungkook chuckled involuntarily. This was crazy. But it felt damn great.

But now was not the time to grin like an idiot. He was a grown man with duties, and one of his customers had lost access to his room, a disaster that could happen but needed to be attended asap.

And there the real postman came, wheezing from running up the low flight of stairs in front of the entrance and looking stressed. What had Namjoon done to the poor guy?

"Sir!" he called out, making the man look at him. And a little quieter so as not to attract the desk lady's attention, "Kuàisù chuánsòng ma?" He had forgotten the question he was supposed to ask, but this worked as well. The man stumbled towards him and pressed the package and the clipboard into his hands, desperate for a signature.

Instead of words, Jungkook used his body language to show the postman what he thought of him being too late, and it seemed to work even better. The poor guy was shrinking under his gaze and ran off hastily once he had what he needed.

"Did it work?" the little Suga in his ear asked.

"Perfectly," Jungkook said with a grin and followed the delivery guy in some distance.

Jungkook was buzzing with adrenaline. He loved this. And again, they were one step closer to the big pull.

"Nice job, Kook," Yoongi praised him with a grin when he jumped into the rented car that waited around the next corner.

"You, too," Jungkook passed on the praise to Namjoon, who already sat in the passenger seat. The ex-cop had managed to provide him with enough time to pull this off, and he respected that.

When Taehyung was back with a piece of cake and a coffee to go from the restaurant on the 30th floor, they finally were able to head back.

"Want some?" the crimson asked him and held out the pompous piece of sweet for him to take a bite.

Well, who was he to deny that? He deserved it.

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"I need a shower," he excused himself once they reached the Eaton hotel.

"I can imagine," Taehyung said with a knowing smile and petted his shoulder. "You can meet us for breakfast when you're ready."

Jungkook just nodded and walked off to the elevator while the two thieves and Namjoon headed towards one of the many restaurants on the ground level. It had been quite an adventure. And albeit it had been only five minutes in total, he was soaked in sweat and in desperate need for a shower. How did Taehyung manage this tension? Jimin and Namjoon, too. Those three must have nerves made of steel to bear this so often. It probably became easier with more practice.

"Jimin?" he asked once he had entered their room, but the charmer was nowhere to be seen. His roommate had probably joined the rest of them for breakfast.

Well, be it as it wants, he would shower now. Happy to get out of the suit, he loosened the tie and shrugged off the jacket, disposing both on the bed, and walked over to the bathroom.

What he had not taken into consideration was the possibility of finding Jimin there. Much less in which state he could find the charmer. Because he would have expected literally anything but the Cinderella in a meshed pantyhose and with red lipstick on. It was as if Jimin had fallen right out of one of his porn magazines. Just different. And in an inexplicable way... hotter.

The small man stood with his back to him what gave him a perfect sight on the godly bubble butt that looked like the meshes would leave marks on it by how deep they cut into the ridiculously soft-looking skin, and as if that was not breathtaking enough, a thong made of silvery silk with a cover of black lace peaked through the big holes of the net, practically screaming to be pulled down over that delicious plump flesh.

Jungkook's brain at that point went into overdrive, shamelessly replaying all the dirty scenes from his magazines with Jimin as the new lead role, and it was making it hard to breathe. The reflection of those big shocked eyes and the plush red lips that beamed at him through the mirror did not change that to the better. It only made him think of more things that were absolutely not appropriate for a colleague relationship nor for a straight man, but damn Jimin looked hot. How could a man look this hot in women's clothes? Why would Jungkook even think Jimin was hot? What the fuck was happening here?

After the initial shock, the charmer took a breath to say something, but the words seemed to die on his tongue. Instead he just stared at Jungkook through the reflection in a way that was challenging the younger to say something rude, to slander him for his appearance, but the only thing that happened was Jungkook feeling his balls pulling tight at the sight of those red lips moving. God, he wanted to touch. Everything. He needed to know if this was real or an illusion. He needed to understand with his hands.

He needed to leave.

Now.

He needed to set his head straight and breathe. God, he needed to breathe.

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The trick with turning a signature upside-down works for the Latin letters. I don't know if it also works for Korean, given the letters are very geometric.

'ma' is the question particle for yes/no questions in Chinese, in case you were wondering.