Hoseok studied the display in front of him. Indeed, this Beauté Rose was very pretty. He now understood why Taehyung and Namjoon were gushing about it. 

As a thief, he had seen a lot of beautiful things. More so, beautiful gems and accessories, with all the finest gold and silver. But this one... It's different. There's something about it that's so alluring and...ancient. Well, it did look old. Hoseok felt like looking at one of the most treasured possession of Korea's greatest emperors. He wondered if it was really that old. He didn't really listen when Namjoon started explaining about history.

Scanning the surroundings, Hoseok fished out the aerosol spray he brought with him and sprayed it all over the place. This revealed the invisible laser beams that protected the display. He would need to get past them without tripping any of the beams or the alarm would go off. 

He stretched his legs and arms, then grinned widely. 

•YG• »» ♥ «« •JM•

"Oh, hello there."

The handsome stranger continued to glare at him with so much hatred. His glare, albeit filled with displeasure, still looked so hot. He glanced quickly outside the small window of the room. He had a perfect view of the North Entrance Gate from where he was and he could easily warn the group if the Head of Security arrived earlier then expected. 

As long as he kept watch, he couldn't see anything wrong with playing for a little bit.

His attention snapped back to the captured man as he grumbled angrily through the towel. Jimin tilted his head and smirked.

How could someone look so handsome and sexy while glaring as if he wanted to murder you? Jimin guessed it was because he had really beautiful eyes. 

"I'm sorry if I had to bind you," Jimin started speaking as he unbuttoned the guard uniform he was wearing, revealing a tight leather shirt. "You were being naughty," he added, now taking off the pants he was wearing in favor of showing his new leather pants that accentuated his thighs and ass just perfectly.

The stranger narrowed his eyes and Jimin chuckled. He crouched in front of the bound guard and contemplated. He was really handsome that Jimin was having a hard time looking away from his face. Finally managing to, his eyes landed on the stranger's name tag that was attached to his uniform. 

Min Yoongi.

Jimin liked the sound of it.

"So, Yoongi-ssi..."

"Wait, did I hear you say Yoongi?" Namjoon asked but Jimin chose to ignore it for now.

"I'm willing to make a trade," he said and heard a sigh from Hoseok over the earpiece. "Right now, your whole body is numb and will stay that way for a few hours. You can't move and there's nothing you can do."

Yoongi continued to glare at him. Jimin giggled at his reaction and sat on the man's lap, adjusting himself to a comfortable position. He saw him swallow hard.

"In short," he continued in a whisper, "you're at my mercy."

The man grumbled again, the towel effectively muffling his voice. He sounded angry but all he could do was sit since his body was not functioning as it should be. Jimin only smiled at him, enjoying every second of it.

"I'll untie the towel if, and only if, you promise not to shout. As I have said, your muscles are numbed and you can't move, so if you try anything, I'll stuff that towel back to your mouth and tie it more securely," Jimin said using his sweet voice while smiling at the glaring man. 

"So?"

Yoongi stared back at him, probably contemplating his words. After a few more boring seconds that were not so boring because Jimin spent the time studying the stranger's beautiful face, Yoongi finally nodded. 

Happy, Jimin clapped his hands and hurried to take the towel off. He couldn't wait to hear his voice. If this man had such handsome features, his voice must be equally hot. Once the towel was undone, Yoongi scowled darkly.

"What the heck. THAT WAS A DIRTY CLOTH!" he whisper-shouted to Jimin. "Ah shit. I hope I can get rid of this awful taste in my mouth."

Jimin, who was still sitting on Yoongi's lap, stared at him dreamily. His voice was just the right deep tone Jimin always wanted to hear. It sounded sexy, especially that the man was angrily speaking at the moment. Oh, he could listen to him complain all day. That might just be Jimin's new favorite hobby.

"Where did you get that?!" Jimin blinked, Yoongi's question pulling him out from his thoughts. He frowned and turned his head to look at where he got the cloth. He just randomly grabbed it so he really had no idea where it was from. He stared blankly at the shelf that held petroleum gas. His eyes moved to the towel that, now upon closer inspection, had grease stains all over. 

Oops.

When he turned back to Yoongi, it looked like the man had figured it out as well, what with his murderous eyes staring back at Jimin.

"My mouth literally tastes like gas and it's because of you," he spat out, not failing to look hot and edible in Jimin's eyes while doing so.

•YG• »» ♥ «« •JM•

"Phase 6," Taehyung announced. According to the data his brother got, the guards who were scheduled to roam the area would be rounding up the corner in a few minutes. He needed to distract them before they could see Hoseok messing around with one of their displays.

"If it's that disgusting to you, why not share it with me?" Taehyung heard Jimin's sultry voice over his earpiece. He chuckled quietly. Looked like his friend was having fun right now. He was sure Jimin was not wearing his uniform anymore at the moment. He was so damn proud.

Taehyung spotted the three guards who were in charge of the roving. Biting his lower lip as he tried to suppress his chuckle, he flicked the vase that was in front of him—a vase that had intricate designs that was probably a million years old. 

He watched mercilessly as the antique vase slowly tipped off the corner of its stand and made a resounding crashing sound when it met the floor, shard of the once-so-beautiful vase scattering all over the place. Poor thing. But a sacrifice must be done.

"Oops," Taehyung whispered, not sounding regretful at all. Namjoon could be heard sighing from his earpiece. 

Taehyung swiftly hid after the commotion, exiting that part of the building instantly and proceeding to where he would be meeting Jimin and Hoseok when everything's done. Of course, his destination was the trash chute yet again. 

"I'm so awesome. I just did one simple thing and the three idiots came running. Hope is free to do whatever he wants now," Taehyung announced with a laugh. He couldn't believe it was so easy.

As he started putting on the security guard uniform he had formerly taken off, he heard the meanie Jungkook scoff over his earpiece.

"Good? All you did was one simple thing. Obviously, anyone can do that."

Taehyung saw red. "Oh, really? Are you saying you can do what I can, huh?" he shouted over the speaker, not really caring since no one would hear him inside the area in the basement where the trash chute led. He wondered if this piece of ass even remembered that he was older. Or maybe he had purposely forgotten? 

"To answer your question, yes, I can. But you can't do what I can, Chipmunk."

"Oh yeah? I drive like a pro, for your information!"

"Is that why you always needed to have your side-mirror and bumper fixed?"

"Well, you can't disappear like a ghost and open safes in less than a minute so shut up." Taehyung scowled as he waited for Phase 7, by which Hoseok should've gotten hold of the diamond already and Jimin had taken care of the head of security. 

As he was glaring at the innocent crumpled paper in front of him, he heard Jungkook's faint, "So touchy, huh."

•YG• »» ♥ «« •JM•

"If it's that disgusting to you, why not share it with me?" 

Yoongi glared up at him, but Jimin couldn't really find it in himself to get scared, especially when the man just looked hotter with those glaring orbs. "Why the heck are you even here? What do you plan to do? Are you planting a bomb in the area?"

Jimin couldn't help but smile, enjoying the attention. "We're not planting a bomb or anything," he answered with a chuckle. "It's really nothing that your pretty little head should be worried about."

"So you're here to steal something, then? What is it?"

Oh, smart and straight-forward. Jimin liked that. "Do you really think I'll tell you?"

The handsome man raised one challenging eyebrow.

"Maybe I can give you a hint in exchange of something..." Jimin begun, moving his face closer to the man. He tilted his head to expose his neck a little, just like how he would always do every time he wanted to seduce a cute guy. "What do you think?"

He watched as Yoongi's eyes reluctantly focused on Jimin's lips, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed heavily. Jimin tried to hide his smirk and leaned even closer. His nose was now almost touching the other man's and he could feel his ragged breathing against his smirking lips. 

Jimin could see Yoongi's pupils slowly dilating as his eyes stared at his lips intently. He could see the man struggling, but Jimin knew that it wouldn't be an easy job to break this man's resolve. It's obvious that he wouldn't relent any sooner. Just for the sake of teasing, Jimin used his advantage of straddling the man and moved his hips. 

A choking sound was heard from Yoongi.

"What do you want in exchange?"

"You."

"Phase 7. The Head of Security should be here by now for the inspection." Jimin cringed when he heard their leaders voice. Looked like fun was over. "Mochi, please tell me you're on the site."

And wow, that voice just sounded so done. "I am," he answered back. Yoongi looked confused at his words. Jimin smiled at him, hoping it looked sweet enough for the man to remember. "I have to go now. Maybe we'll see each other again." 

With a wink, he stood up from his position on the man's lap. But before he could do anything else, Yoongi spoke. "Wait!"

Jimin didn't waste any time and sat back where his ass belonged. "What is it? Make it fast."

"What's that tattoo?" he asked, eyes looking at somewhere Jimin's shoulder. "Is it..."

Well, he's not really allowed to tell him what it meant. Namjoon would kill him.

"What the heck. You're part of Rem's group? BTS?"

Oh.

Uh.

Uh oh.

"Wait, did I hear that guy say my alias?" 

Jimin resisted touching his tattoo, not knowing what to do at that moment. A lot of people know about them, that's a fact. But not a lot could recognize their group's symbol.

He wasn't sure if he should deny it. Yoongi's face seemed to tell that he was sure of what he was saying even though he said it in a questioning way. Jimin was in serious trouble. 

The time was ticking so he did the first thing that came to his mind. He sketched a smile and leaned a little as he whispered, "I didn't know you had a tattoo kink. Sorry, handsome, but haven't heard of those names before." With one last wink, he stood up and started putting on the uniform he had discarded earlier. 

"You'll be numb for a few more hours," he said before leaving. Once he's out of the storage room, he tried to focus on the task at hand, pushing all thoughts of pale skin and pink lips to the back of his mind.

He scanned the area and saw the head of security approaching, a cup of coffee in hand while to other guards trailed after him.

"Sir!" Jimin exclaimed, running towards the man. "One of the displays fell and crashed. Our assigned guards are already there to check what happened."

The Head of Security did not bother looking at Jimin's ID but only nodded. He seemed too tired as he sighed and rubbed his face. "First we have the power outage, now this. Where did this happen?"

"Where did it happen?" Jimin repeated the question so that Taehyung could hear, acting dumb in front of the man.

"Section 5c. West Wing. Near the disgusting painting of a naked dinosaur," Taehyung informed him, followed by a remark from Jungkook that suspiciously sounded like, "Dinosaurs don't wear clothes, dumbass."

"Section 5c. West Wing. Near the painting of a dinosaur."

The head nodded. "Got it. I'll head there now." The man then turned to one of the guards following him. "What's happening with the back-up power? It shouldn't be this much delayed."

"I'll go ahead and check in the control room." The man left in a hurry. Jimin also left, knowing he had finished his job. He casually ran after the man so that the Head of Security would think he was some rookie who wanted to help. When he was already a distance away and safe enough not to be seen, he stopped and rounded the corner where there's a flight of stairs leading to the basement.

"Phase 7 done. The Head of Security will head to the West Wing so he'll be far from Hope. 

"Good job stalling the Head, Mochi. We need him out of the way, especially that his route for roving involves the hall where Hope will pass to escape." It was Rem.

"A man is also sent to the control room so we may have only a few minutes left in our hand," Jimin added, finally arriving in the area where all the trash went. Taehyung waved at him excitedly.

A chuckle was heard from Hoseok. "No need to worry about time. I already have the Subject. I'm on my way to the trash chute." 

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THE THIRST IS REAL. And I wonder what's with that gem? This story has a really weird plot twist so please forgive me for that. This may also take 1000 chapters lol.

Anygays, thank you for reading. Love lots and God bless always, Sunshines~