Perverted Bunny Mask: Jeon Jungkook x Killer AU ft. Min Yoongi Part 4

WARNING: BLOOD, SEXUAL AND PROVOCATIVE STATEMENTS, CURSING, MENTAL HEALTH, PSYCHOPATH, DRUGS

You sat in Yoongi's bed, lazily cleaning one of his guns after an assignment. Your said twin was stretched across his bed, using part of your leg as a pillow as he conversed on his phone.

"You better show up on time, asshole. You know how I used to hate it when you were late, I haven't changed," your brother grumbled. However, you knew he was happy talking to whoever he was because of the small smile on his face.

With an eyebrow raised, you looked down at your brother as he ended the call, "Who was that?"

"Jackson, you remember him, right?"

Your eyes widened a bit at the familiar name, a wave of nostalgia hitting you, "Jackson? As in Jackson Wang?"

At your reaction, Yoongi chuckled, nodding, "Yeah, I got a hold of him. Did you know, he's grown the business he had when we were brats and he's one of the biggest makers underground? He agreed to meet up and check out what we have. He said if the quality of it is as good as I said it was, he'll make a deal with us for the old time's sake. He's in need of a batch of high-quality shit that he can experiment on to duplicate and if we have the stuff that makes it possible, he's agreed that he'll do business with us as the maker."

You hummed, slightly surprised at the info. Jackson Wang... He was another kid who lived in the slums where Yoongi and you had. You guys were fairly close and you helped each other out. Even when you were all young, Jackson had the talent for mixing things and making crap that can leave you fucked up for hours. Yoongi would often go sell them for the boy and the two had a small business going on.

But you knew if this was successful, this could be a big step for all of you. You'll have a creator that you can trust and that'll help business for both of you.

"Y/N."

You hummed in response, looking at the newly cleaned gun, inspecting it to make sure there were no specks of blood left on it.

"I'm having a bad feeling about tonight's mission," Yoongi admitted as he sat up, his dark eyes staring at you. Your brother frowned, his eyebrows furrowing while his lips tugged down. He almost looked like a pouting kid but you knew he was nothing like that.

"Do you think Taehyung is going to send his little minions again?" You questioned, your eyes becoming serious, straightening your back as you spoke about the strained topic between you and Yoongi.

After the incident where you got bloody while Yoongi's target was killed, neither of you spoke about it, it being a sensitive topic. Yoongi's pride was hurt as a killer while your anger for the stupid perverted Bunny Mask seemed to increase and just remembering about it made the two of you grumpy.

"Next time I see that fox mask bastard, I'm going to shoot a bullet through his legs and bring him to Hoseok so we can torture him," Yoongi growled, his eyes growing dark as he cracked his knuckles, "He's a coward, hiding behind a stupid mask. They know that as soon as they reveal their faces, we'll be going after them."

You weren't actually sure about what Yoongi said. Yes, it did seem cowardly for them to hide their face, but if they were actually fearing your group, you don't think they would have let you know Taehyung was their mastermind and leader. So truthfully, you think they were taunting your group, daring you all to attack them. And that meant they had enough confidence to hold up against you.

"Be careful, Yoongles. I think they're hiding more shit up their sleeve than what we credit them for. Don't let your guard down or they're going to see it and attack you with it," you warned, sending your twin brother a concerned look.

He only shook his head with a scoff, eyeing you with his eyes narrowed, "Says the one who's already gotten harassed by the same guy twice. I think you're the one who has to put their guard up."

At his words, you blushed, knowing that he was absolutely right. That... Thing had always gotten the best out of you. Even when you thought you had your guard up, he's found some kind of way to get a hold of you and it was driving you insane.

"Just be safe, okay?" You sighed as you placed your head against Yoongi's shoulder.

The man's eyes softened as he sighed, wrapping his arm behind your back, giving you a side hug, "I will as long as you do..."

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, enjoying each other's presence. It's been awhile since the two of you sat down like this and talked. Neither of you was good at expressing your feelings but you guys really cared about each other. You were always together, having each other's back and that was never going to change, no matter what.

You closed your eyes as you took in a deep breath, smelling your brother's cologne that was rather soothing.

"I love you, sis."

"I love you too, bro."

~★~

"Do you have your weapons?" Namjoon questioned as he drove the car, his eyes staying glued to the street he drove on.

You nodded, doing a final check on your bullets before patting your side, making sure to see if you carried your spare ones. Your hands then moved to your pants, feeling the hilt of your blades, "Got it."

Namjoon seemed satisfied by your answer as he nodded himself, "Good. I've already explained it to you and you're probably sick of hearing me tell you this but as soon as you feel that something is off, get the hell out of there. If you have a run in with Taehyung's men, I don't care about the mission, just get out of there."

You nodded once again, knowing that your leader was on the edge.

"For this mission, it wasn't one of the executives of S.M. that approached me but it was Kim Young-min himself. He said this is an assassination that needs to take place but I don't want to endanger you or Yoongi."

Yoongi was at a different area for the mission. He had his own target and before he left, he gave you a tight hug and ruffled your hair in affection before leaving the door with Hoseok and Jin.

"Got it. Kang Ha-Joon, 68-year-old CEO. He's a multimillionaire and he should be on the twentieth floor, room 2276," you smiled at the man, repeating the details of the mission as he stopped the car. Namjoon only sent you a concerned look as he adjusted his earpiece.

"Be careful, and good luck," you gave him a small salute before pulling your black facemask higher onto your face, blending into the shadows. Your footsteps were silent as you crept through the shadows, carefully placing your ear against the back door of the hotel you were supposed to enter.

With your eyes narrowed, you turned the passcode lock, listening to the distinct clicks as you figured out the correct numbers to open the lock. After a few minutes, the door clicked, opening.

With a triumphant smirk, you entered the hotel, your eyes narrowing in the dark.

"Y/N, the security camera's are already down," Namjoon's worried voice entered your right ear.

This meant... Taehyung was already ahead of you then.

The silence in the building should have calmed you down but it only made you nervous because you felt like Bunny Mask, Justin might pop out of nowhere.

"I'm still going to continue up..." You placed your hand on your earpiece, sending Namjoon the message.

"Just be careful, Y/N."

You continued to carry yourself forward, wary of each step, your ears strained to listen to any sound. Eventually, you moved to take the emergency stair to reduce the risk of meeting up with any of the other customers staying at the hotel.

Just as you were about to open the door, a hand roughly grabbed yours, tugging you back. Your eyes widened before you immediately reacted, trying to yank your hand away. Your mouth opened to speak but before you could, your attacker had his hand wrapped around your mouth.

"Shh, princess you need to keep quiet... This is a trap," you recognized his voice.

Fucking perverted Bunny Mask...

"I've already checked everything, floor two is packed with security. The whole building was already evacuated and the only ones in here are the police who are armed..." Bunny Mask whispered into your ear before letting you go.

As soon as he loosened the hold on you, you whirled around, pointing your gun at the man with the bunny mask. He was wearing the same outfit he was when you first met him. A simple white t-shirt and black slacks with timbs on his feet.

He raised both his hands in surrender as you neared him with your gun.

"Come on, sweetheart. Out of the kindness of my heart, I decided to warn you before you stepped foot onto the second floor and get captured by the hoard of cops. Haven't you realized? They already know we're in the building, your connection with your informer was cut off right?"

At that moment you realized he was right. You pressed your earpiece into your ear, trying to listen to see if you can at least hear Namjoon's breathing.

Nothing. He's cut off completely...

"They cut me off from Taehyung a while ago as well. They must have been expecting us," Bunny Mask crossed his arms over his chest, staring you down, "I've already tried scouting around but all of the floors above two are completely packed with cops with weapons. And now that they're sure that we're in the building, I'm sure they're going to start patrolling to find us."

You were slightly taken back at how calm this man was being. In the past encounters, you were used to him being childish and extremely manipulative but today, in this scenario, he seemed almost sane.

"I'm leaving..." You quietly mumbled as you moved to go down the stairs. However, your hand was grabbed, your whole body being pulled back.

"Are you an idiot?" He hissed, his Bunny Mask lightly reflecting the light on the ceiling, "They're probably already sweeping through the first floor. There's no way you'll slip past them without getting caught."

With a wince, you slapped his grasp away, "What other choice do I have? It's not going to take them long to realize that we were using the emergency stairs as a route. I'm not idly waiting here for them to search here and get captured," you glared at the man, feeling extremely stressed at the unexpected turn of events.

You weren't scared of getting thrown in prison. You did your job knowing the possibility. But the thought of not seeing your brother or your friends you considered family was terrifying.

The man before you released a deep breath, his larger hands grasping yours. They were surprisingly warm and easily enveloped your small fingers.

"Come on, before you came, I did a bit of searching..."

Your eyes narrowed in distrust but hearing sounds from the floor below, you had no choice but to follow him.

When he stopped walking, you stared at the large metal above you.

"Air vent... How typical..." You whispered. You were about to turn to the man beside you but before you could, you were picked up as if you only weighed a feather.

"What are you-!"

"Just open that damn thing," Bunny Mask who legged you onto your shoulders growled. He didn't have to tell you twice as you opened the vent with ease, using your upper body strength to slide in through the small space.

As soon as you were in, you popped your head back, eyeing the man who was looking up at you.

"Good," the round eyes of the Bunny Mask stared at you, "Get out of here before it gets out of hand." The man swiftly turned around to walk away but you stared at his form.

"What about you?"

He stopped, slowly turning around, "What about me?"

You bit your lips, thinking about the correct words, "How are you gonna escape?"

"I'm not."

For a moment, silence fell over the two of you. You were personally fighting with yourself, trying to figure out the best option.

You hated this man.

This man harassed you.

He stole a kiss...

He killed your target...

He was the one who actually showed you the vent to escape....

He was technically sacrificing himself for you...

And he still had your gun....

"Get over here, asshole. We're getting out of here," you growled as you stuck your arm out, waiting for him to grab it.

Bunny Mask stared at it for a moment before releasing a small chuckle as he took it, his hands grabbing your forearm. You huffed, your face becoming slightly red as you helped him climb up, your arms shaking at the strain.

"What the fuck do you eat to grow this much?" You gasped as he finally used his own strength to pull himself up. 

He only released a small chuckle as he closed the vent, making it look like nothing was wrong with it.

"Move it, princess, we don't have all day," he lightly pushed your butt, making you send him a deadly glare.

"Don't you dare make me regret this... I-"

"Is that a red thong I see peeking through your pants?"

Your cheeks flushed at his words, your mouth falling open as you subconsciously placed your hand on your tush.

"Wha-"

"Just kidding~ but I have to say, this is a fantastic view."

You held yourself back as you closed your mouth, knowing you couldn't make loud noises and started to crawl forward the small and dusty space.

Neither of you spoke for a while, knowing your voices will only be amplified if you did so.

When you saw a streak of light, you stopped, deciding to see where you were at. You turned to look back in the limited space, placing your finger over your lips as you glared at the man who followed you.

You carefully moved over the vent before turning around, looking through the small space.

You held your breath as you realized there was a group of cops underneath you, each of them holding what looked like a gun in their hands.

"Why the hell are we even here when we don't know who gave us that phone call?" One cop, who looked younger than the others questioned, looking extremely bored out of his mind.

"Idiot! The call may have been anonymous but they said that people were trying to kill a multimillionaire. Do you honestly think we're going to ignore that?"

"But-"

"And don't you know about the recent killings? In just the last few years, the number of wealthy, powerful people killed is going up. Chief is suspecting a gang or something and he wants them gone and-"

"I get it, sunbaenim! I get it! We just need to find and arrest the killers who are targeting Kang Ha-Joon. I just don't know how the anonymous knew that there was going to be two killers at this exact time!"

Your eyes narrowed as you listened to the conversation. Someone had told the police about your mission. You looked up, seeing that Bunny Mask was also intently listening to the conversation.

If he's stuck in the same situation as you, that means it can't be his group that leaked the information. And your group would never leak the info. So the only other person who knew about this mission was....

"Fucking S.M...." the man before you growled, his hands clenched into a fist.

The client....

With a scowl on your face, you moved too quickly to get away from the scene, not wanting to stay there longer to risk the chance of getting caught. You looked over your shoulder and saw that he was quickly following after you, struggling a bit more because of his larger size.

As you felt a cool blast of air, the vent split apart into two ways to move forward, the right or left.

"Right," you and Bunny Mask both muttered, feeling the cool breeze of the night.  As you moved to crawl forward, you felt his hand lightly tug on your feet.

In confusion, you looked back, the man with the mask staring back at you with his fake round eyes, "I'll go first, we don't know where this vent leads to and it's better if I went."

You frowned, but nodded slowly, moving to the left side of the vent so the man could squeeze through the space before you followed him.

He has a butt....

Well, every person has a butt but, you were tempted to look at your own flat one because his was so-

Your cheeks flushed as you mentally scolded yourself. This was not the time to be checking out this man's butt! Especially since he was a perverted psychopath.

"It's clear."

Your eyes widened as he kicked open the vent before jumping out, leaving you where you crawled.

"Wha- oh shit..." Your eyes widened as you popped your head out, seeing how high you were up. Bunny Mask started up at you, his dark locks moving slightly because of the chilly wind of the night.

"Jump."

You pulled your black mask higher onto your face as you gulped. "Are you kidding me? I may be athletic and all but I'll-"

"I'll catch you."

You stared down at the man in distrust, not knowing if you should believe his words.

He'll catch you? Is he fucking kidding, you aren-

"I think I heard something."

You froze, your eyes widening at the voices that neared.

Fuck.

"Now, or never, princess."

Fuck it.

As you leaped out, you felt the adrenaline pumping in your veins, your dark raven hair flying around you as you dropped. The air knocked out of your lungs with an "oof" as strong arms wrapped around your form, taking the impact.

"Nice jump," you were sure that if you could see his face, he would be grinning down at you in amusement.

You grumbled, pushing your hands against his chest to create some space between the two of you. When you finally got the space you wanted, you glared at him.

"We need to get-"

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP WHERE I CAN SEE YOU!"

With a groan, you slowly put your hands up, knowing that a cop must have been behind you.

"Welp, I guess I have no choice..." Your head turned to look at the man beside you in confusion.

"Wha-"

You held back a flinch as the loud gunshot echoed before a thud of something hitting the floor followed after it.

"Really?" You growled as you stared at the body on the floor, "Now you've done it. They must have already heard and-"

Your words were cut off as he grabbed your hand, running away from the scene. The cold air bit into your cheeks that weren't covered by the black mask as he pulled you through the shadows.

"Why are you so slow at running?"

"I have shorter legs than you!"

"Not my fault you stopped growing."

You bit your lips to stop yourself from snapping back an insult. You just stared at his broad back covered in a white shirt. Your eyes narrowed in fascination as you saw the muscles underneath the material flex as he ran.

His body wasn't like any of your friends or brothers. His height was close to Namjoon but his built was nothing like your lean leader. It was more built and define that you could see his muscles move each time he moved his arms. Even Hoseok who was probably the fittest out of you all was nothing like this man.

The two of you eventually slowed down your running, hiding in the shadows between the buildings.

"Fucking God damn," you jumped as Bunny Mask let your hand go as he slammed his fist into the wall, seething, "I'm going to kill those bastards S.M...."

You crossed your arms over your chest, staring at the man who mumbled to himself, "Well, seeing the way you're reacting, I guess this means your group wasn't the one who leaked the information. Are you sure everyone is trustworthy, maybe-"

"There's only three of us and we won't sell each other out," he turned around to face you, his body looming over you, "What about your little-"

"My boys would never do such thing. We're a family," you confidently answered back, glaring at him at the accusation. The two of you sent each other heated glares, bristling at what you were suggesting. The idea of your own group betraying you was unimaginable and it left a bitter taste in your mouth.

With a huff, you looked away, a scowl prominent on your face. However, your anger seemed to dilapidate as you thought about your own brother at his mission. "Fuck...!" Your teeth bit into the soft tissue of the inside of your cheek as you pulled your phone out, connecting the call to your twin's earpiece.

After the second ring, you could hear your brother's breath which was slightly uneven.

"Yoongi?"

"Shit, Y/N, you're okay." Your brother's relieved voice entered your ear, making your shoulders slump. He was slightly out of breath and it sounded like he was running but he sounded okay much to your relief.

Bunny Mask was intently staring at you, his whole body tense, "It was a trap for you as well, wasn't it?" You questioned, ignoring how the man across from you was listening to your conversation.

"Those fucking little bitches, I'm personally going to kill them," Your brother's voice growled from your phone, "The whole shit was filled with those cops and it was a pain getting out of there and fuck. I hate to say this but I'm with the fox mask bastard as well and we're running for our fucking lives."

You were slightly taken back at Yoongi's words, "You're with the Fox mask?" You questioned in disbelief, your voice raising a couple of octaves higher.

At your words, Bunny Mask seemed to perk up, taking a step towards you in hopes of getting to personally listen to the conversation between you and your brother. You glared at him to back off but he didn't seem to care, only drawing closer.

"Fuck, Y/N, got to go. Shit, you crappy Fox mask, what the hell are you doing!" Were the last words you heard from your brother before the call was cut off.

"Hyung's with your brother then," Bunny mask muttered to himself, running a hand through his dark locks that fell over his mask.

You hummed in response, your eyes narrowed as you thought about your plan. Meeting up with Namjoon could be extremely dangerous in the current situation. You were positive your leader moved far away from the scene after your connection with him was cut off. He was a smart man, he would know that the spot he was waiting for you with the car would no longer be safe for him to be hiding at.

"Hey," you turned your attention to the Bunny mask. You didn't want to do this but... "You're a pervert and everything and I hate you but I have to admit you saved me today," you whispered, your cheeks feeling warm as you felt like you were obliged to thank the man before you. You felt like your pride was getting dirtied but you had enough respect to at least thank him.

However, you felt a bit of annoyance as he crossed his arms, staring at you with his creepy mask, "Aw, the princess is being all soft and cut-"

You flinched as he didn't finish his statement, suddenly jumping forward and his body crashing into yours. In your mind, you were starting to think, "Shit! I fell for it again!" But just as your body was going to hit the floor, the loud sounds of gun shots got processed in your head.

You gasped, the man who laid on top of you groaning, the warm, wet feeling spreading across your chest that was covered in a black shirt.

"Oh, shi-" Your mouth fell open, your eyes also widening like saucers as you saw the part of the man's mask crack, the plastic splitting, revealing a familiar face.

"J-Jeon Jungkook...?"