The one in the picture is also Zinni, just to show you how versatile she is.

Taehyung focus

"And that's how trick and treat works," Taehyung ended his explanation. "You trick them into treating you."

"That's perfidious," Namjoon replied, distain obvious on his face. "You make them feel bad for something they were right about."

"So what?" D.O. asked coldly, speaking Taehyung's thoughts. "Can we proceed now?"

Taehyung gestured the master thief to open the first door.

The man explained what he had found while he fiddled with the lock. "The apartment doors are simple locks as well, but the apartments have an alarm system. Nothing I can't handle though." Bragger.

"How do you know about the alarm?" Namjoon asked skeptically while he scanned the area for any passerby.

D.O. just looked at Taehyung. "Can you make him shut up?" the thief asked, still ignoring the agent in that patronizing manner that he seemed to apply to everyone whom he deemed unworthy of his acknowledgement.

"Conman, remember Joon," Yoongi said over the earpiece before Taehyung had the chance to mediate. "If we want someone to open their door for us, they will."

Namjoon's face froze, and for some reason that made Taehyung uncomfortable. The way Yoongi had phrased it made them sound like evil intimidating blokes who forced old ladies to open their doors. They were not. The trick was to appear as innocent as possible. More like boy scouts selling cookies than gangsters wielding guns.

"Explain it to him, D.O.," he asked of the master thief while he watched the man opening the entrance door for the second time today. "Otherwise his mind will make up strange theories."

Kyungsoo's snort echoed in the empty staircase. "It's basic. I took some brochures from the restaurant around the corner and posed as their flyer boy." The man pulled some of said flyers from his pocket and turned around, face suddenly alight with a soft smile and big eyes. "Today should not be celebrated alone. Visit Mama's Palace. We serve 'til three in the morning today." It was laughable how close this display was to the cookie metaphor.

Still, Namjoon looked like he had run into a wall, accepting the red flyer that was pressed into his hand, and Taehyung had to admit that he was amazed, too. "Oh," was all the agent said eventually. "That's smart."

"You don't say," D.O. said quietly, face back to normal, and Taehyung was sure that if the agent and the thief would have to spend more time with one another they would be at each other's throats within twenty-four hours. Or at least D.O. would be at Namjoon's throat, with words though, sharp words that hurt like thorns. Or maybe not? It was hard to tell. The master thief's range of emotions reached from completely disinterested to intimidatingly annoyed, so Taehyung was not sure.

They had made it to the third floor and the master thief once again began his work with the lock pick set.

"I love analog locks," Taehyung murmured while his eyes were glued to D.O.'s hands.

"Electronic locks are a pest," Yoongi agreed over the earpiece.

"Aren't you a hacker?" Namjoon asked, sounding almost amused under the layer of exhaustion and frustration. D.O. was not making it easy for their old friend.

The lock clicked and the door sprung open only to start an alarm that made Taehyung's hair stand on end.

"Just because Darwin dared me," Yoongi replied snappily. The bad mood seemed to be infectious, and Taehyung was glad that their normal team did not have a certain master thief. Zinni was fine though.

"Darwin as in Charles Darwin?" Namjoon asked. "Survival of the fittest?"

"Stop talking nonsense and give me your phone," D.O. interrupted.

"Why my phone?" Namjoon asked angrily.

"Because mine and Taehyung's are in the car and I need a phone to stop that alarm from exposing us," the thief answered comparably calm and neutral over the increasing noise the security system was making. Apparently, a running job even calmed down an arrogant pain in the bum like Kyungsoo.

Namjoon sighed and handed over his working phone. And before he could protest, Kyungsoo had started to pull off the protection foil.

"What are you-"

"Fingerprints," the master thief replied, and it dawned on Taehyung when he looked at the panel for the security pin confirmation. That was smart.

In the next second his guess was confirmed when D.O. pressed the foil to the panel and pulled it off again to hold it against the light from the staircase. "893 or 983," he said.

"How do you know?" Taehyung asked interested. It was about time that he learned something new and helpful.

"The three has the least finger fat. Eight and nine are about the same," Kyungsoo explained to him while he showed him the pattern on the foil. The thief seemed unaware that he was giving away one of his tricks.

"Guys," Namjoon's unsteady voice called their attention. The agent looked unsettled. "It's 893. He's a Yakuza."

Taehyung's eye widened, but D.O. just pressed the digits and the annoying sound finally turned off. It suddenly was eerily silent.

"Now it all makes sense," Taehyung whispered. Thought after thought was rushing through his head, so that he had trouble following. "The single cell, the tower security... that Yamamoto knew of such documents!" He looked at Namjoon who nodded slowly. "I thought those times of Yakuza trouble in the government was over?"

D.O. snorted. "And that's why I don't pay taxes," the master thief said.

"Well, fuck, Namjoon," Yoongi blurted through their earpieces. "This is just great. First the triads, now the Yakuza. Just great."

D.O. looked at them with furrowed brows when he passed them to go deeper into the apartment. The lights turned on and a sparse hallway became visible.

"The triads were not my fault," Namjoon defended himself. "That was entirely on Jin."

"I have it," the master thief interrupted the quarrel and pointed at a big slim packet that was leaned against one wall.

The cardboard wrap looked like it had already been opened, but that did not mean they were too late. If it had been Taehyung, he, too, would have checked the package first before leaving for celebration. Because this looked much like Yamamoto had been anxiously waiting in his flat and had treated himself to some drink once he had received it. Unlucky him. His celebration would turn into a consolation drink.

D.O. had opened the wrapping and held a Manila envelope in his hands.

"It doesn't have the seal," Namjoon stated, voice hollow.

"Of course not," D.O. said quietly and opened it to pull out another beige envelope that displayed the presidential phoenixes.

The agent's eye grew big.

"Do you think your friend with the jet would have shipped this if he had known what it was?" the master thief explained and pulled something from his pocket. A lighter.

"What are you doing?" Namjoon shouted and Taehyung felt himself moving forward like on autopilot to stop the thief who was obviously about to go mad.

"I should've done that earlier, but they would've grilled my ass," Kyungsoo replied and snapped the lid to make a flame lick at the edge of the envelope.

"Stop this!" Namjoon roared and pulled out his gun.

Everything halted in motion. Even the flames seemed to be intimidated.

"Joon?" Taehyung tried to calm down his friend and put a hand on the agent's shoulder. His action was ignored.

"Give me the envelope," the KFC agent said unexpectedly calm and reached out his free hand.

D.O. looked between them like he was not sure what to do. Eventually he lowered the lighter. "Fine. Read it and then tell me I should not burn this shit to ashes," he said and almost threw the documents into Namjoon's outstretched hand.

The gray-haired holstered his gun and opened the envelope. He hesitated.

"You should, Joon," Taehyung encouraged him. "You ruined yourself for this, so you should at least know what it was for." And he walked over to D.O. to give the agent some space and privacy.

The ebony eyes flickered over the pages, and the eyebrows furrowed harder with every flip to the next paper. "So, this is why you did what you did," Namjoon said finally and looked up at their master thief. Now Taehyung's curiosity was aflame, and he reached out for the papers, but Namjoon pulled them out of his reach. Spoilsport.

D.O. nodded. "I might be a bad man, but I'm not a national traitor."

"What's happening?" Yoongi's voice asked cautiously.

The lid of the lighter flicked once again, but this time Namjoon was the one who allowed the flames to eat away at the paper.

"He's burning the docs," Taehyung explained to his boyfriend and watched how the beige turned brown and black and then vanished, crumbling to ashes on the hallway carpet.

"Okay?" his lover answered, dragging out the word. "Well, bring back or destroy. I say we were successful. Joon, what's the pay?"

"Let's talk about that later," the agent said quietly and let go of the last piece in order not to burn his hand. "I want to go home and sleep."

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Once Zinni had united with them at the limousine and they had been driven back to the airport, they had slept at the airport hotel and had flown back to Seoul the next morning. The flight had been a quiet one because everyone had either been sleeping in some kind of way or thinking about what would happen next.

At least Taehyung had thought about what would happen next. Yoongi and he definitely needed to re-celebrate Christmas eve since it had been ruined so spectacularly, Namjoon sure wanted to see his girlfriend, so they would have to leave him alone for a while, and D.O. would probably run off with his new identity now that he was free of his guilt. And Zinni? The woman was hard to predict. She was an oddball just like Yoongi.

When they finally walked on familiar ground again, all rather worn-out but happy, and Taehyung was sure everything had ended well, they suddenly were confronted with a beautiful but stern woman in an all-black costume, shiny hair in a stiff knot on the top of her head and eyes piercing through them. She gave off the vibe that they were about to be arrested by her. Taehyung's stomach twisted nervously, and he reached out for his boyfriend's hand.

"General Kim, report!" the woman said once they were within earshot. Her military posture did not loosen up one bit. She looked like she had swallowed a broomstick.

"Your boss?" Taehyung whispered towards Namjoon and earned a nod. Good, that was in some way calming. They were on the same side.

To everyone's astonishment Namjoon was smilingly approaching his boss, and in the next moment he was embracing her and pressing a kiss to her lips. And said lips curled into an amused half-smile. The military stiffness was all gone, blown away like an actor's façade.

"Everyone, this is Miss Yang Soomin, my boss," their gray-haired friend said, amused at their baffled faces.

Jin snorted. "And your girlfriend, I suppose. How interesting. Nice to meet you, Miss Yang." The personal shopper bowed to the woman politely. At least one of them never forgot their manners. Taehyung had abandoned his for straight away staring open-mouthed.

Yang nodded at the personal shopper with an interested look in her eyes. "Kim Seokjin, is it?"

Now the brunette was just as stunned as the rest of them.

"Yes," Namjoon confirmed and smiled at the woman lovingly. "And these are Kim Taehyung-"

"And that's all," Yoongi interrupted. "I want my bed and my boyfriend, so get out of my way." Grumpy always worked for Yoongi, and Taehyung looked apologetically at the couple when his lover pulled him past them. They did not seem very appalled though, judged by Namjoon's good-natured eye-roll and his girlfriend's amused chuckle and the fact that they started to follow them quietly.

Zinni had not been interested in the interaction at all and had already walked further ahead, and D.O.... Where was D.O.?

"Vanished when we were introduced to the Miss General," Zinni said over her shoulder.

"Oh, okay," Taehyung murmured a little disappointed. He had wanted to exchange numbers, stay in touch. You never knew when one needed a good safe cracker. "Oh, by the way," he ran after the charmer... pilot... hacker... whatever. "Can I have your number?"

She looked at him like she was scanning him for bad intentions, but when her gaze settled on the hand that was intertwined with Yoongi's, she seemed to consider him worthy. "Sure." And in the next second Taehyung found himself with a black business card in hand that held a bloodred phone number.

"This is so cool," he whispered to his boyfriend, turning the card over and over between his fingers. "I need own ones, too."

"Of course, you do," Yoongi just sighed.

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Yang Soomin is an original character because I did not want to set up Namjoon with some girl idol I don't know anything about. You can imagine her like you want her to look and be like. I imagine her to be smart and strong-willed, but soft in demeanor and appearance when she is not putting up a stern face for her job.