For All Have Sinned: Secret Agent x BTS AU

Part: 5/?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Genre: Secret Agent, mystery, murder, high school, Min Yoonji, cross-dressing, romance, comedy, smut

Word count: 3.1 k

Summary: You're once again assigned and shipped off with your partner to uncover the truth about the death of three high school females at a boarding school. You're determined to stop the serial killer. However, it becomes a bit difficult when you have to prevent your boyfriend from being so damn horny all of the time. Your boyfriend, who is forced to dress like a high school female student at age 24, you must add. It may seem amusing at first, but the case becomes even more difficult as students continue to get killed right beneath your nose.

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"Nayeon, the new girls," the female you recognized as Seulgi pointed to your table, the corner of her painted lips lifting up into a smirk. At Seulgi's words, the young girl, Nayeon's eyes landed on Yoongi and your form, her eyes narrowing. It was a comedic sight, seeing her nose flare as blood rushing to her face, tinting her pale skin pink.

She angrily stomped up to where you sat, the tomato that hit her head in her hand. She was a petite girl. However, her glare made up for her size as she proudly stood by your table. You were quick to notice how she was pointing the glare at you instead of Yoongi, her lips that was colored a coral red curled into a snarl.

Although you were in no way intimidated by Nayeon, you widen your eyes in surprise as the female pointed a perfectly manicured finger to your face. "You fucking bitch, do you think this is funny?"

You held back a sigh as you cocked your head to the side, a polite smile on your lips. "I don't think it's funny how a tomato hit your head. However, I find it quite amusing how you quickly assumed it was me who threw it at you." You comment, placing your fork down onto your plate as you stood up.

Nayeon seemed surprised by your retort, not expecting you to stand up to face her. You continued to keep the smile on your face as you approached her smaller form. You were equal in height, if not a bit taller, making your eyes directly meet hers.

"W-What are y-"

Your hand reached out to pluck a piece of some garnish that must have been stuck to the tomato, attaching to the female's hair when the red fruit hit her. Nayeon's face flushed as you held up the piece of green leaf to show her before grabbing the napkin off the table, gently wiping her hair to get anything wet off.

"Sorry about Yoonji. The tomato obviously didn't want to be eaten by her and flew right out of her fork when she tried to stab it," you lightly laughed, your voice slightly echoing through the now silent hall. However, you pulled your hand away as Nayeon smacked it, her lips shaped into a scowl, her cheeks flushing.

"D-Don't touch me! Who do you think you are?" The female before you quickly composed herself as she pointed a heated glare at your form. Before you could say anything, Nayeon began speaking once again, her nose scrunching in disgust. "You're new so you may not know this but don't get on our way, I promise you, we won't hesitate and we'll make your life miserable. You're already standing out too much, don't think you're special just because you're a bit pretty and everyone is talking about you. It's just because you're new to the school, don't let it get to your head."

Your lips parted slightly, not expecting the female to ramble on like that. However, you're quick to pull yourself together, smiling, only making the girl before you become even more angry, her face getting redder at every passing second.

"Oh, thanks for the warning. That's really kind of you. I'll make sure not to get in your way, although I'm not sure how I would," you cluelessly say, mentally laughing at your words only fueled Nayeon even more. Your voice was sweet and innocent, the polar opposite to the female before you. It just showed to everyone in the room that you were in no way intimidated by Nayeon's threat.

The said female released a weird sound of disbelief before she sends you one last glare, pushing the nearly crushed tomato into your hand before stomping off, going back to her table where the group of girls sat. Most of them sending you a glare.

Whispers filled the once loud dining hall, most students returning back to their conversation as they noticed that the drama had ended with no bloodshed or extreme insults between the new transfered student and one of the females high on school's hierarchy system.

You held in a laugh as you wiped your hand with the napkin, wrapping the now inedible, mostly crushed tomato in the white paper and placing it beside your full plate. Your eyes met Yoongi before you broke out into giggles making your partner smirk, his hand successfully stabbing a tomato.

"Don't get on our way!" Yoongi squealed mockingly, your shoulders shaking with laughter you tried to hold in. From the corner of your eye, you can see Daniel and Sungwoon sharing a look of disbelief before looking at the two of you in shock.

"Who the fuck does she think she is? Get in her way? We're new for fuck's sake, we don't even have enough leeway to get involved in some stupid, unnecessary drama when we are trying to get our shit together before graduation," Yoongi snorted as he moved to stuff his mouth once again. For a second his eyes met yours, obviously acting like he was a regular senior female student who was trying to get her life together as she enters a new school.

You shrugged your shoulders as you sat back down, "Don't know. My question is, how old are we again? I thought things like these only happened in movies and cliche Kdramas," you joked, sending a small smile at Sungwoon.

The Class President's lip twitched as he held back a smile, eyeing you with a look of impressment. "That was rather mature of you," he commented, pushing his glasses higher up to his nose.

You shook your head as you twirled your pasta with your fork. "Mm, my mother always told me to kill people with kindness. Her words weren't that threatening, anyways. She's not going to do anything to me, especially when I did nothing wrong," you shrug your shoulders, your eyes shifting to their table before looking back at the male beside you. "I wasn't even the reason why a cherry tomato hit her head," you sent a pointed look to Yoongi who openly ignored it.

"And," you began, your eyes glinting only for a second, carefully picking the words that left your lips, "I'm not here to make enemies. I just want to enjoy my senior year without any trouble, especially since this school seems like such a nice place. It's so peaceful here on campus, it seems like there no danger and bad happening. And I rather not get murdered by those girls and spill my blood on this pretty campus."

You and Yoongi's trained eyes carefully watched the reaction of two males who sat with you. They both obviously stiffened at the innocent words you slyly let slip out, their eyes nervously looking away from you.

"Actually..." Daniel began, but before he could say anything, Sungwoon coughed, his eyes narrowing on the male who quickly shut his mouth.

That was all the info you needed, both Yoongi and you acting clueless to the awkward pause, nonchalantly starting a conversation with each other. You and your partner spoke with just eye contact, sharing a discreet nod.

Even the students were hiding the deaths.

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You grip your shirt in your hand, pulling it to your face to wipe the sheen layer of sweat that glistened on your skin.

"Very good, Y/L/N. I'm quite impressed, the others are at least a lap behind you," The P.E. teacher, a rough looking man in his late thirty commented as he gave you a nod of approval. You smiled at him politely, turning away when you felt something cold touch the back of your neck.

"Here." Yoongi held out an water bottle for you to take, you accepting it with an appreciative smile. For a second, neither of you said anything, watching the group of females from your heat slowly trickle into the finish line, all of them panting, red to the face.

Yoongi was in the heat before yours, finishing the mile run with ease much like you had, if not much faster. He may not have looked like it with his thin legs and lean body, but Yoongi was athletic and quick although he liked to be lazy most of the time. A mile would have been a breeze for him.

It was quite amusing to watch your P.E. teacher yell at the top of his lungs, the veins popping at his neck as he screamed for the female's to quicken their pace if they wanted to pass the class.

However, after a moment, it got quite boring, your gaze nonchalantly shifting to the other side of the field where the boys were stretching after their light warm up. You could make out a couple of familiar faces of your classmates, but the person who caught your attention was Bae Jinyoung, the tall boy standing by himself at the corner, his head down, avoiding any form of eye contact with anyone.

The said boy interested you for some reason. He left quite an impression to you at dinner, his warning for you to stay away from quite selfish in your mind and of course, you can't leave out the interesting hobby he seemed to have. The Devil's Grimoire, you later looked it up and found out that it was a collection of ancient text where it descriptively explained the different devils who worked for satan himself.

It would be a quite interesting read and you'll probably have to look into it after your assignments here was done. It was heavily intertwined with religion and topics such as those always interested you. Perhaps, you'll ask Namjoon if he read it before because he too was interested in books such as it. Maybe he has a copy.

You were forced to look away from Jinyoung as the P.E. teacher called all of the students over to line up with a shrill whistle, the boys who were stretching rushing over to join the girls.

"We have a mock basketball game today! Get into a group of five; I don't care who you're with. I'm giving you five minutes!"

Immediately, your hand was grabbed by Yoongi, the said boy looking at you pointedly, an eyebrow raised in question when he noticed that you were trying to walk off. You didn't say anything, only nudging your chin towards the direction where Jinyoung awkwardly stood.

Yoongi eyed the boy for a moment before shaking his head, his lips moving to a frown. "No way, he doesn't look like he could even dribble the ball right. We're winning if I'm gonna play."

"Well, you're rather confident aren't you?" A playful voice commented beside you, making both Yoongi and you turn your body to face a boy who flashed you a childish smile. The male grinned at the both of you, holding the familiar orange basketball under one of his arms. You were quick to notice one of his snaggletooth, something that highlighted his boyish features.

Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest as he propped one of his hips up as he faced the boy with a look of disinterest. "I'm confident because I have the skills to back me up."

The said boy before you whistled, his eyes filling with amusement at Yoongi's respond. "Well, why don't you be on my team? I already have one guy who's going to be pretty much nonexistent throughout the game because he can't get his hand hurt because of his club activity," the boy points to another male who stood a couple of steps back, gazing at both you and Yoongi in interest.

"She has to be on the team as well," Yoongi pointed a thumb at you as you step forward with a smile.

The boy's eyes moved to you, an eyebrow raised up in question, "can she play?" Although you felt quite insulted, you kept the smile on your face.

"I bet she's better than any of the other girl's in class. Although I'm still better," Yoongi's eyes teasingly shifted to you. You rolled your eyes at his playfulness, amused at what he said. He wasn't wrong, you were quite decent at the game, especially since Yoongi often dragged you to the courts between breaks to make a couple of shots.

You admit, at first, you were quite terrible, but after becoming Yoongi's girlfriend, it somewhat became mandatory for you to be able to play the game at a decent level. Especially since your boyfriend demanded to play one-on-one from time to time. And the stubborn side of you never allowed yourself to get beaten without a good fight.

The boy in front of you shrugged his shoulders before motioning his friend over. As the two of them stood in front of you, you finally decided to introduce yourselves.

"I'm decent at playing basketball, Kim Y/N, Senior," you greet, sticking your hand out politely.

The boy who had first approached you took your hand first, his eyes widening a fraction when he felt your firm grip. "Park Woojin, Junior, and this guy is Park Jihoon also a Junior." After letting go of your hand, Jihoon shyly stepped forward, taking your hand.

His hands felt extremely soft in yours, even his handshake gentle, half the strength of Woojin's. "It's nice to meet you Y/N Noona." Jihoon flashed you an angelic smile that would have melted you if Jungkook didn't constantly call you that.

Jungkook, the youngest of your team was someone you babied all of the time. You even called him your child from time to time, the said male always blushing and complaining as he tried to push you away and escape from your embrace. But you knew the maknae had a soft spot for you as well, the sweet, childlike way of him calling you 'Y/N Noona' constantly proving it.

And at that moment, you mentally thanked Jungkook, your constant exposure to his cuteness stopping you from cooing at the boy before you.

Jihoon and Woojin's attention moved to Yoongi who stood beside you, the male dressed as a female looking unimpressed. However, he had the decency to at least introduce himself, giving a curt nod to the two boys. "Min Yoonji, Senior. Y/N's roommate." You were slightly taken back as Yoongi took hold of your arm, hooking his own with yours as he brought you closer.

"So, Jihoon has an upcoming Ikebana contest so he can't risk getting his hand hurt. But since the P.E. teacher is a ass, he's still making him participate. He'll just be at the side of the court while we play and-"

"We'll win even with only three of us playing, don't worry," Yoongi cut him off, the corner of his lips tugging into a confident smirk. He pushed a part of his wig out of his face in annoyance, his eyes moving to your wrist that had multiple bands of hair ties. You hold in your complaint as he snatches one off your wrist, holding the band between his lips to tie the strands of his black wig up.

You gave your partner a stink eye that he ignored. However, you became a bit mesmerized at how elegantly Yoongi began to tie his hair. The black strands of hair got pulled away from his pale neck, the skin looking soft. At that moment, the image of his neck painted purple and blue from one of your heated nights together flashed through your mind. You had marked him so much that one time, he was forced to wear a turtleneck because having it exposed made him get constant teasing from the whole group. Your teammates had laughed that you were in control of the relationship the two of you shared but Yoongi only flashed a knowing smirk to you, aware that no amount of teasing will reveal his own marks of claim that were not visible to his friends' eyes, hidden underneath the layer of clothes you wore.

You stopped daydreaming, uncomfortably pressing your thighs together as your teacher's loud yell spread through the P.E. field.

"Alright! Who doesn't have a group and which groups is missing people?"

Your eyes automatically shifted to a particular boy who stood by himself, awkwardly looking down at the floor. The P.E. teacher sighed as he patted Jinyoung's shoulder, "You again Bae?" The older man shook his head with a frown, giving the said boy a look of pity.

That only made the male shrink even more, his shoulder slumping in shame.

"We're missing a person here, sir," you lift your hand up, making the other students step away from your group so the teacher could see you.

You heard Woojin that was standing behind you hiss, but you ignore it and welcome Jinyoung with a bright smile. He seemed hesitant but returned it with a weaker one of his own. However, he was quick to look away as Yoongi sent his scrutinizing look at him, poor Jinyoung eyes moving back to the ground.

As you were about to approach Jinyoung, Woojin took hold of your wrist, lightning pulling you back. His lips were shaped into a straight line, his eyes darting to Jinyoung's form before looking into your face.

"I'm blaming you if we lose."

You rolled your eyes. As if your team would lose with Yoongi's on the team.

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Ikebana- Ikebana (生け花, "living flowers") is the Japanese art of flower arrangement.[1][2] It is also known as Kadō (華道, "way of flowers"). The tradition dates back to the 7th century when floral offerings were made at altars. Later, they were placed in the tokonoma (alcove) of a home. Ikebana reached its first zenith in the 16th century under the influence of Buddhist tea masters and has grown over the centuries, with over 1,000 different schools in Japan and abroad.