For All Have Sinned: Secret Agent x BTS AU

Part: 35/?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

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

Word count: 1.5

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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Yoongi pouts beside you, the man having a permanent scowl on his face as he sprawled on the bed, his dark orbs staring at you. You pointedly ignore him, turning the page of the book carefully, reading the words with fascination, the story it was telling quite interesting.

"He could have fucking killed you, Y/N."

You turn another page, your lips pursed while your eyebrows were furrowed, intrigued by what was happening in the pages.

"I swear he's fucking suspicious. Like why the fuck does he want you reading this book?" Yoongi continues, seeming to not care that you were ignoring him, continuing to whine. "I'm telling you, he's high up on the list of the possible killer. Especially since he's apparently an occult nerd. What the-"

Yoongi doesn't get to finish his sentence as you slam shut the book, your eyes blankly staring at the dark haired man who now returned your gaze. The two of you continue to exchange glares, neither of you looking away.

You release a large exhale from your mouth, placing the book on your lap with your eyes twitching in annoyance. Yoongi sees the slight, almost unnoticeable movement, his lips tugging up into a smirk that you want to slap away.

"I'm trying to read, Yoongi," you slowly speak, barely containing the growl as your eyes narrow on the raven-haired male who seemed to disregard your words by rolling his eyes.

"And I was trying to get it through your thick head of yours that it was stupid of you to follow Bae to an isolated place without telling anyone, without telling me," Yoongi emphasized 'me,' giving you a pointed look that made you wince. "For all we know, Bae Jinyoung could be the killer, and maybe he's planning on killing you next." Yoongi hissed, his eyes narrowing on you disappointedly.

A part of you want to tell Yoongi that Jinyoung was not the killer, but you have no proof to support your claim, and for that reason, you keep your mouth tightly closed although you just want to shout at Yoongi that he's wrong. Your gut was telling you that Jinyoung wasn't the killer. But that doesn't mean he wasn't somehow involved. There was no denying his action today was suspicious. It was as if he knew something, but the boy didn't reveal much with his nervous stutter, much to your dismay.

And you know if you tried to stand up for Jinyoung right now, you'll be only digging your own grave, Yoongi probably going to shoot down any claim viciously. You just knew he was going to go into his scolding mode where he was going to hit every little mark that'll hurt because you know he'll absolutely 100% right.

You barely have time to react as Yoongi snatches the book off your lap, carelessly flipping through the pages. You want to rip it away from his rough hands, but you don't, already fearing how it might come apart. That is, if it already hadn't with the way Yoongi was treating it.

"The Seven Deadly Sins, huh? Some religious crap, I say," Yoongi comments aloud, his eyes shifting as he read some of the words, his bottom lip getting pulled in between his teeth, nibbling on the pink flesh.

Quite frankly, you're not even sure if Yoongi was actually reading. But you're interested in what he has to say, seeing as he was acting like he was reading it. After a moment, the man looks up, an eyebrow raised as he notices your gaze on him, muttering a low, "what?"

You shrug your shoulders, fumbling with the his overly large shirt you wore. "You know anything about the Seven Deadly Sins?" You question as Yoongi closed the book, tossing it back into your lap much to your dismay.

"Only the basic," Yoongi admits, his voice gruff. "I'm sure everyone knows what the seven sins are without even being religious. Too many cheesy novels and movies make it a theme."

You nod in agreement. You even knew what the seven sins were although you've been atheist your whole life. Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Wrath, Greed, and Sloth.... In the book, each sin had a chapter about it, and the final chapter was for the devil himself, Lucifer, the fallen angel who became known as Satan.

With a sigh, you fall back into the fluffy pillow of your bed, the weight of your head making you sink low. Your eyes briefly shift to the small digital clock on the nightstand beside the bed, the time reading 2 o'clock in the morning already. A huff is released out of you as Yoongi let's out a loud yawn, the man stretching his arms over his head before he climbed in under the covers beside you.

"Can I turn off the light?" Yoongi questioned grumpily, rubbing his eyes as he tried to get as comfortable as possible under the thick covers.

You hummed in response, picking up your book once more, "only your side. I'm going to read a bit more. I'm like 3/4th in," you muttered, ignoring how your own eyes drooped tiredly as you read the words of the page.

"Fine by me," Yoongi grumbled, turning the light beside him off, the room now only being dimly lit by the lamp beside you, the artificial orange light making your face and pages of the book glow. It doesn't take long for you to hear the quiet snore of your lover sleeping beside you, your fingers gingerly turning another page. It's peaceful, the sound of crickets being a background melody along with Yoongi's snore, and at times the scratch of paper turning from the book is soothing.

This continued, you absorbed by the information the book provided while you sunk in the bed, your upper back and head propped up by a couple of pillows.