Zinni's real name is Kim Jinhee (born 1986). The chapter will switch from Taehyung's to her perspective. And since Tae is around 30 in this fic, she'll be around 40 and therefor at the same age as Yamamoto. Just to give you the framework.

Taehyung focus

Taehyung was staring at the limousine in front of them. "I said subtle," he breathed out in disbelieve and turned to Jin.

The personal shopper looked equally shocked. "I suppose that's what you get when you ask a billionaire for a subtle ride," their friend said and sighed. "Well, it's this or a taxi, and I won't squeeze into a raggedy Toyota with you, so you can do or die." With that the personal shopper opened the passenger door and climbed into the spacious ride.

"You heard him," Yoongi sighed and opened the backdoor to follow suit.

Taehyung held the door for the rest. "Ladies first," he said politely and gestured Zinni to hop in. "Age before beauty," he mocked D.O., which was answered by a chuckle of Zinni but ignored by the thief. Although before he could come up with something for Namjoon, the agent had given him a sharp look and had gotten on board.

When Taehyung entered the luxury ride last, Yoongi was just about to hand a piece of paper with the address through the window to Jin and the driver. "Don't go directly there," his lover instructed the personal shopper, "Park somewhere around a corner." Then the window closed and the car began to move.

"What's the plan?" Namjoon asked while he scanned the interior. It was quite impressive that the ex-cop did not ask whose car this was. He must have gotten the upper hand over his curiosity.

"We don't know," Taehyung answered. "Since we have no clue where Yamamoto will spend his evening, we can't make a plan, yet."

D.O. nodded at the other end of the vehicle. "It'll be improvised."

Namjoon took a look at his wristwatch. "We'll arrive around ten p.m. That's rather late for dinner, isn't it?" the agent asked, and Taehyung could feel the waves of anxiety he was radiating.

"Joon, we talked about this," he said and put a hand on the all black arm, "We're either too late, or we can handle it."

The ebony eyes were looking at him as if they were searching his face for the truth in his words, and Taehyung prayed to everything that was good and precious that they would succeed this time.

Zinni interrupted their little moment. "But Suga told me to grab a business dress, so I suppose he had a clue," she noted, and everyone turned to look at the hacker, who just lifted an eyebrow at them.

"That's called profiling, guys," Yoongi growled. "We have a workaholic without a life outside of his job. No matter how much money he has, no normal woman will endure that. So, what's the type of woman he would go for?"

Everyone was just looking at Yoongi expectantly with no intention to answer. The faces, though, showed a variety of expressions, reaching from almost disinterested but attentive by D.O. over curious and playful by Zinni to anxious and expectant by Namjoon.

"He'll either go for one-night stands when he's out for some fun or for a woman with equal work-life-imbalance when he strives to establish a relationship," Yoongi concluded. "And since Christmas time makes most people think about romantics rather than a fast quicky, we need a businesswoman as charmer." He looked at Zinni. "Preferably confident and prone on success, but also soft and willing. Can you do that?"

She looked at Yoongi for a moment before she pursed her lips and nodded slowly. "Yeah, guess so."

"With that slang and demeanor?" Namjoon asked disbelieving and looked at Taehyung as if to search for backup on his opinion.

Zinni sighed and rolled her eyes before she swished her shiny black hair over the side-cut (what made her look decidedly more feminine) and said, "I'm perfectly able to articulate myself without showing my heritage. Thank you very much. Not showing the enemy your potential is called having an advantage." She raised an eyebrow at the agent and like an afterthought added, "You should be honored to work with and learn from the four of us, agent."

Namjoon looked stunned and Taehyung snickered next to him. When would their old friend learn that nothing was what it looked like in their world? And he had to admit that he felt honored to be considered one of the pack. After the storytelling from before he had felt a little left out, but apparently a student of Yoongi was considered good enough to be included in the Won family.

"You still don't trust our abilities?" he asked Namjoon who had recovered from the lecture and had sunk back into the couch, face unreadable.

"Better safe than sorry," the agent murmured and turned away from him.

Well, if the ex-cop wanted to sulk, he could sulk. But Taehyung simply was excited to work with the two new members of their team. After he had been explained who they were, the invisible barrier between them had vanished, at least from his side, and he was curious how those two worked.

"But there's one thing we can determine," D.O.'s deep slow voice pulled in everyone's attention and the creepy eyes scanned each of their faces. "I suppose we'll do trick and treat-"

"You mean trick or treat?" Namjoon intervened.

D.O. looked at the agent as if the man had said something extremely stupid. And, indeed, he had, but Taehyung would explain that to him later, so he just put a hand on his old friend's arm to pacify him for the moment.

"Trick and treat," Kyungsoo emphasized with a sharp look at the gray-haired and then ignored the man. "So, Zinni will be Yamamoto's bait with Taehyung as her shadow, Suga will be eagle eye, and I will obviously be the one to break into the apartment, so where will this one be?" The eyes fixed on Yoongi while one lazy finger pointed at Namjoon. Apparently, the agent was no longer worthy of being addressed directly. D.O. seemed to be of the kind disciplined and efficient, less playful than Yoongi and Taehyung liked to be.

"Why am I the shadow?" Taehyung whined. He knew it was important to support and to guard the bait because some tricks simply needed two people, but that job was just so boring when you were not needed.

Kyungsoo looked at him with an unreadable expression, then at Zinni who gave him a barely visible nod. "You can join me," the master thief altered his decision, and a warm feeling flooded Taehyung's chest when he was so obviously accepted a second time, and by someone like D.O. at that. Then he scolded himself for behaving like a child when he knew that he was just as good as that man.

"I'll come with you," Namjoon stated, allowing no discussion with his tone. "The documents are to be given into my supervision, so there's no way I'll allow two conmen to be alone with them." D.O.'s face twitched at the profession he had been labelled with (thieves were a sensitive bunch), but he nodded after some seconds of silent staring between the agent and him.

"Fine," Yoongi said bored. "Now that that's settled, we can set up the bugs and then shut up."

Taehyung smiled amused at his lover's gruffness and pulled the little suitcase they shared over to his feet. Since everything had been rushed, none of them had brought clothes or personal stuff and the case was only stuffed with Zinni's outfit and the mixing console for the radio connection of the earpieces. He handed the box to Yoongi and plugged his headphones into his phone to listen to some of his favorite Dvořák concerts while watching his lover plugging in the transmitters into the right channels and setting everything up.

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Jinhee focus

The car stopped and the little window to the driver cockpit opened.

"We arrived," the pilot Seokjin informed them before he closed the window again.

"Good," Suga took over the control like so many times before. He was a good eagle eye. "Everyone, get out so that Zinni can change into her attire. Taehyung and Namjoon scan the area, D.O. checks this apartment block-" He handed the thief a small piece of paper with the address, "-and finds a method to break in."

"Bugs," the blue-haired student of Suga demanded and was handed one of the small earpieces before he opened the door and stepped out on the sidewalk.

"Tae, phone," Suga reminded the young man of the no-phones rule during missions. Apparently that rule had stuck with him from their times at White Won's. It was a useful rule for the secret field mission; Jinhee would be allowed to keep her phone though, because the bait always needed a way out in case something went wrong. A shimmery phone flew in and landed on the leather couch in the car.

"Is he pissed?" Jinhee asked confused. The young one had looked just fine a minute ago.

Suga sighed and shrugged. "It's Christmas eve?"

"So?" D.O. asked while he pushed the bug into his ear and got rid of his own phone.

"We wanted to celebrate that together, so maybe... well, whatever," Suga waved it off and handed another earpiece to the gray-haired agent, which Jinhee had decided to call General. It was easier than learning a new name for nothing.

"Change quickly," Suga instructed her before he handed her the last bug and closed the door.

She pushed the device into her ear and began to kick off her clothes to change into the beige business dress she had brought. She would combine it with high heels in the same color and a bright fur coat that was slightly over the top for a business outfit, but that could not be changed now. A faux pas like this should not have happened to professionals like them, but there had been too little time to prepare properly.

"I'll take that side," she heard the General. "You go there." The man had an undeniable boss aura. The strong baritone of his voice and the black clothes had given even her the impression of a strong man. In the beginning. Maybe he really was the authority he tried to represent, but within this group of criminals, he had maneuvered himself onto lost grounds. Their kind did not work well with authority. They worked with mutual respect, and that was something the General still had to earn from her and D.O.

"Namjoon, any bars on your track?" Suga's student asked. It made sense to search for those. Judged from what the hacker had concluded before, Yamamoto would not visit a family restaurant for Christmas eve. A bar was a much better place to pick someone up.

"I'm about to check one," the agent answered.

With some struggle Jinhee fiddled the stockings on and slipped into the high heels before she fiddled her wild black hair into a loose braid over her shoulder. Business but not stuck-up. Next was make-up. A subtle lipstick should do.

"He's here," the General's ecstatic voice startled her, and she cursed quietly when she removed the lipstick smudge from the corner of her mouth. "The bar is called Loona. Blue sign, double o. He looks like he's about to leave. Grabbing his jacket and paying."

"Where did he put his purse?" she asked while she hurriedly applied the lipstick to her eyelids as well, threw the makeup onto the leather couch, and grabbed her clutch.

"Chest pocket, inside of the jacket," the General answered her question, sounding confused as to why she would need that information. The man was such a greenhorn when it came to their business. Trick or treat. What was that guy thinking? That they would play Halloween?

"Good. Someone ask him for change for a parking ticket when he comes," was all she said, already coming up with a method to set everything in motion while she headed for the car door.

The cold was like a slap in the face. Small white clouds formed in front of her mouth whenever she breathed out and a crystal shimmer grazed the cars and streets around her. It was beautiful, but there was no time to think about that.

Behind her she heard a door clapping when Suga jumped back into the car, and in the next second she heard him shouting, "Your coat!"

Right, the fur coat. Well, it was too late for that. She could already see a figure stepping out of the door of bar Loona. "I'll tell him I lost it in the taxi," she replied. "Don't you worry." It was not the first time she needed to improvise. In lack of more women at Won's she had always ended up as the charmer, so her repertoire of situational adjustments and roles was endless. If needed, she would even tie Yamamoto to his bed and whip him with his belt. There was nothing she was not capable of, nothing she had not done within the twenty years of living on this side of society.

"Fine," Yoongi agreed.

Yamamoto stood on the sidewalk in front of the bar and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket. Good for her. With a well-practiced move, she got out her phone, pretending to type something with both hands, and bumped right into his chest. It was a simple fish pull. The touch on the chest with one hand would distract him from the other sneaking into his inner pocket to slip out the purse. And the bright smartphone display would prevent him from seeing that she hid it underneath the device.

"Gomen nasai," she whispered in Japanese and looked up into the sharp face.

"No problem," a smoky voice said, and a benevolent smile curled the sharp lips. Had he not been the asshole that had gotten them into such a mess, she would have considered him sympathetic. "The sidewalk is slippery. You should watch your steps." Okay, at least he was a considerate asshole.

"Sure," she replied shyly and walked past him into the bar. "He should be coming towards you now," she said quietly while walking towards the counter and waving for the barkeeper.

The man looked at her with a polite smile. "What I can I get you, Madam?"

"A whiskey. Whatever Nikka you have in the house. No ice," she replied with a warm smile and put the money on the counter. Then she turned to the man two stools away. "Is that yours?" she asked him and pointed at the stolen wallet she had placed on the counter between them.

"No Ma'am," the guy replied.

"Then we should hand it in," she suggested and gestured the man to do so. Making another person handing it in had the advantage of being almost untraceable in the equation. Should Yamamoto ask for the one who found it, it would not be her.

After a moment of staring at her, the guy seemed to get it (some beers too much, apparently). "Sir," he called for the barkeeper who turned towards him. "I found this," he said and handed over the stolen wallet.

"How attentive of you, Mister. Thank you," the young man behind the counter said with a wide smile and put the item next to the cash register.

Perfect. Now it meant waiting.

"Suga?" she murmured over the soft jazzy music that dribbled from the hidden speakers. "I'm deaf."

The rest of the guys should be making a plan to approach Yamamoto for cash to make him realize he had lost his purse, but she could not hear anything.

"Your communication is running over me," the well-known raspy voice answered her. "Taehyung will go for our target. I'll inform you when to expect him."

"Don't tell me," she disagreed. It would be more natural if she did not know when he would come back.

"Okay?" Suga agreed unsure, but she ignored his hesitation. They were all specialists and trusted in each other's abilities, so she could be certain that the hacker would follow her request.

"Your whiskey," the barkeep said, and the shiny golden liquid was placed on the dark wooden countertop in front of her, accompanied by an interested glance from a pair of brown puppy eyes. What a cutie. Had she been fifteen years younger she would have gone for him. God, she was becoming old.

But for today's job her age was laughably suitable. After all she was supposed to be the success woman with no free time, career for the sake of-

"Give it back," the smoky voice from earlier growled into her ear and a strong hand pulled her down from her stool.

"What?" she breathed out scared and locked eyes with Yamamoto who apparently did not like being pickpocketed at all.

"My wallet, hand it over," the man snarled and the grip around her arm tightened.

"What are you taking about? You're hurting me," she lied and twisted her face into a mask of pain and fear.

"Sir?" the young barkeeper intervened. "What are you doing?"

"She stole my wallet," Yamamoto pressed out, apparently trying to stay calm.

"This one?" the young man asked and waved with the item of interest.

Yamamoto's grip faltered. "But..."

"Sir, you left this on the counter. Leave the lady alone," the barkeeper said with a stony face, and the first guests began to turn their heads at them.

The lawyer let go and straightened out his suit jacket in embarrassment. "I apologize," he said towards Jinhee, and for the first time really looked at her and seemed to realize that he had accused a businesswoman of pickpocketing.

She wiped the fake tears out of her eyes and stood straighter. "That's so typical of you alpha men. All aggressive and unconsidered actions." She made her bottom lip quiver. "Won't even let me have a drink for Christmas in peace."

"I'm sorry, Madam... what..." Yamamoto stuttered helplessly at the picture of misery she must be presenting.

Angry, she turned around to sit back on her stool and knocked back the whiskey in one go. It burned like shit, but the tears just added to the effect.

"Do you even know what it's like to be alone for Christmas just because you like your job," she rasped quietly, voice stained. This was slightly off topic, but people tended to ignore slight switches in conversations as long as they had to do something with the original thought. "Workaholic, money bitch, ice queen. That's what they call me." Yamamoto and the barkeeper stared at her in openly displayed shock. Well, her slide from chic woman into destroyed woman had been a little faster than planned, but it was working anyway.

"They come and want a woman who knows what she wants, but then they suddenly realize that a wife like that is not good enough, that they want to be the alpha with the money and the say. Stupid assholes," she whispered the last words and gestured the staring barkeeper to give her one more whiskey.

"I understand very well," the smoky voice said softly from behind her and in the next second the bony frame of her target sat down next to her and a hand was reached out in a very western fashion, ready to be accepted. "I'm Yamamoto Takumi, lawyer."

She took the hand. "Higashi Cho, editor for Elle."

"Cho like the butterfly?" Yamamoto asked with a soft smile.

She smiled back. "Yes, like the butterfly."

"Well, Miss Higashi, the next one is on me."

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