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Two doors at the front, no doors at the back. Three windows on both the left and right of the building, two on the front and back.

Opens at eight am, business hours end at 10 pm.

No security guards on the night shift, for they believe that their unpickable locks and safes can keep their precious valuables away from anybody's thieving hands. This part of Busan was considered to be safe as well, so really - what did they have to be scared of?

Jimin chuckled softly, the tread of his boots crunching against the gravel as he slowly walked towards one of the locked windows. The moonlight illuminated the silvery strands of hair atop his head, and so he pulled his hood up over them to conceal himself into the darkness even more. He made sure to study the mechanics of the window's lock beforehand, paying a few visits to the bank in his week under the guise of depositing money.

It locked from the inside, but the glass wasn't reinforced.

This was a fact that Jimin took into great consideration as he adjusted his pair of gloves and crouched down to pick a large rock that rested at his feet. He paused for a minute to make sure that everyone in this part of Busan was asleep and unaware, before he hurled the rock in the direction of the window.

Jimin didn't flinch at the sound of the glass shattering, only grinning as he pushed away some of the larger glass shards that didn't fall and jumped through the opening. He felt a few stray shards slash at his jacket, snagging on the fabric and ripping it slightly. Glass crunched beneath his feet as Jimin landed inside the building safely, now glad that the hardest part of the task was over.

He knew that he had at least two security cameras on him as he walked through the main lobby, but he didn't pay mind to it. A black mask covered the bottom half of his face, and his hood covered his hair. It's not like they had security cameras outside either, so they wouldn't be able to catch a glimpse of his full appearance.

Allowing them to see him, but not see him at the same time was how Jimin had always done it. Three years strong and he had never been caught, although the police knew every single place that he had hit.

They just didn't know who exactly was doing it.

A few stray pieces of glass still stuck to the tread of his boots, crunching against the tile floor as he surveyed the area. It was dark, the only lighting Jimin was able to gather being the sparse moonlight filtering in from the windows. He could mostly just see silhouettes, with some limited detail, but he had taken it upon himself to memorize the floor plan of the building before he even devised a plan for the robbery.

The sound of his breathing seemed to echo in the empty building as he retraced the steps that he rehearsed during daytime hours earlier in the week.

He usually became fairly cocky about his abilities at this point, humming softly with his hands in his pockets as he walked down a near pitch black hallway. He could only see a few feet in front of him at most, but Jimin was wholeheartedly confident that the room he was looking for was just around the corner. The hallway he was currently in also happened to be the only area that didn't have cameras - due to the bank's ironically stingy budget.

There were cameras around the corner though, ones that Jimin planned to shoot the lenses of with the gun that he kept handy. It would set off an alarm, but Jimin knew he was quick enough to get out before the police came. Besides, he didn't want them to see every single move he made, especially not how he got into the vault.

He was always a fan of mystery.

But then, after walking about five steps forwards, Jimin froze; even stopping breathing so that he could hear better. And he did. Jimin could hear them before they even spoke. He could hear their shallow breaths, and the quiet rustle of their clothes. Jimin had fine tuned his hearing over the years, even able to hear one of their joints pop as they seemed to stretch.

Because of this, Jimin wasn't even surprised as he felt what seemed to be the blade of a knife press against the leather of his jacket, actually nearly rolling his eyes in annoyance as he listened to them walk closer.

"There's only room for one person on his job."

Jimin wanted to scoff, cracking his knuckles before going through with his next move.

It all happened so quickly; too quick for the brunette behind him to even comprehend what was going on before Jimin whipped around in his direction. His elbow connected with the other's jaw, foot slipping behind his ankles and kicking up; knocking the male's feet straight from under him.

Jimin grabbed the other's arm and bent it away from him as they both fell to the tile ground with a thud. He heard the other male groan as he head smacked against the floor when he came in contact with it, Jimin assuming he was younger simply by his features. He wasn't wearing a mask - so either he was an amateur, or was even cockier than Jimin was.

He tried to squirm out of Jimin's grip despite his injury, but the older restrained him all too well; knee pressed against his stomach, forearm held down against his throat, and right hand gripping the hand that held his knife. The fight had hardly even started, but he already felt like he had lost.

"You're right." Jimin hissed, staring straight into the younger's eyes as hovered over him. "There is only room for one person on this job." He pressed his arm harder against the brunette's throat. "So then why the hell are you here?"

The hallway that they were currently in was almost completely pitch black, the moonlight from the windows only illuminating their faces and silhouettes.

The brunette could hardly speak, wheezing and sputtering as he attempted to breathe through the restricted airway that Jimin was giving him. Combined with the headache that was rattling through his skull from the fall, he was having a hard time forming words. "Speak up kid, I can't hear you."

Jimin felt the other squirm beneath his hold even more, the brunette grunting as Jimin's knee dug into his stomach harsher.

"What do you think?" The younger wheezed out, "Same reason that you're here, dumbass."

Jimin merely rolled his eyes, pushing himself off of the other male and standing up. He watched as the younger peeled himself off of the ground, hand gripped tight around the handle of his knife.

"Well, one of us is going to leave; and it's not going to be me." Jimin mumbled, hand finding its way to rest on the handle of his gun. The darkness was too thickly coated around them - the brunette didn't even notice his action.

Jimin listened as his footsteps closed the space between them, quietly sliding the gun out of its holster.

"You sure about that?" Jimin wanted to roll his eyes as he felt the blade of the younger's knife press teasingly against his abdomen. Not enough pressure that it hurt, but enough to know of its presence.

Jimin nodded, raising his arm up and pressing the barrel of his gun to the brunette's forehead.

The older male felt him tense up, the warning click of the gun reloading ringing throughout the otherwise quiet building. He laughed softly.

"Pretty sure."

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a/n
omg hi everyone!! I'm honestly very surprised how natural it felt to start writing again! as I said before, the update schedule is currently every other day because of how many chapter I already have written hehe
hopefully I stay caught up with my writing and can keep this schedule bc that would be very lit

- Charlie :)