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Charmed [Episode 2]

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As you made your way closer to the store, you realized that it was a furniture store. You wryly shook your head and cast a glance towards the ceiling - Fate was simply playing you at this point, but what did it matter? It had given you an opportunity, and may karma come for your ass if you did not take advantage of it. Glancing towards the entrance of the shop, you saw multiple women milling about with both eyes on the men and none on the products. Typical.

Resigning yourself to Fate once again, you made your way towards the entrance of the shop, promptly ignoring the stares from the women as they silently judged the clothing you wore and your messy-ish hair. You were nothing compared to their towering heels and fashionable apparel, garnished with shimmering jewels and manicured perfection. Still, you were there for two reasons, the boys whose location was obvious due to their deep baritones and for the furniture. Earlier you were considering getting something simple and easy, but why bother? This would be the longest mission to date, might as well make sure you were comfortable executing it. Making your way into the heart of the store, you pause to evaluate the options presented to customers regarding a general style. Despite your own partiality to your parent's home, you make your way towards the section the boys were in.

The modern style never caught your fancy, its clean, sterile characteristics reminding you too main of hospitals with its prying eyes and constant supervision. All-in-all, the style reminded you of things you didn't like, but for now, you could pretend. Ignoring most other things, you made your way, towards the same section, worker in tow as you rattled off questions about price, shipping, and quality.

Hoseok and Jin both noticed the girl who walked around them but didn't seem to care about their presence. It was easy enough to ignore the gaggle of women outside the shop, the twittering was something easy to get used to. Besides, those women would never dare to approach either of them while not under the strobe lights of their nightly haunt. Demin was a nightclub famous both for its "private" shows and its clientele. It was where Taehyung worked most often, honing his skills with the women much too eager to experience a night in his bed.

[JHS]

The first time I saw her was near the couches, standing next to one that was whiter than the clouds on a clear day. The metal detailing reflected the light of the store. She was dressed in the latest fashion, as was everyone, but she seemed to not be comfortable in it. She was playing a part in an elaborate play.

For a second, I wondered if Jin and I were involved in this play she was the star of. But it couldn’t be. She seemed to not care about the presence of others, not even the employee flocking around her with his feathers all askew. Her eyes were focused on the furniture, calculating and cold as they traced the curves and angles of each piece before her. It was almost hard to not see the gear ticking away in her head and see absorbed information.

Matching eyes with Jin, I slightly tilted my head in her direction, raising an eyebrow. And all I got back was a neutral shrug. So even he recognized something in her but couldn’t determine what it was that felt off.

In a way she reminded me of Jungkook, and I don’t think that if she met him, she would take it as a complement. She moved with the same tense grace that he did, a faked state of relaxation. Though I doubt she had gone through the same thing that he did; even I didn’t know all the details, but all the boys agreed that his father was the only one not worth fighting for.

We all hated the man, not only for what he did to Jungkook, but for what he did to Jimin. Somehow the asshole had gotten his hands on Jimin who was taught to fight both alongside and against his best friend. They were the best of friends, yet they also knew the secret to the other’s downfall.

After a particularly expensive selection of a glass and metal breakfast table, the boys were even more intrigued. You did not seem to be rich, far from it, but the speed with which you selected items certainly made you seem so. Neither did you carry the air of someone with vast amounts of wealth. They were the most obvious; it always astounded them how someone could never get tired of talking about money.

With the attitude of someone who had other places to be, you swept out of the shop in mere moments, followed by wandering eyes and the attention of two very prominent mafia members.

Were you disappointed at the lack of interaction? Yes. But never would you have taken the initiative to start a conversation with them. It would have blown your 'disinterested' facade to pieces in seconds. Still, you were not a blind woman and you could clearly see their interaction thanks to the mirrors that decorated the store - they had spotted you and you had their attention.

From this you learned three things you could add to the files:

Neither Hoseok nor Jin were quick to initiate interaction. In alignment with their training, they waited until that person became a target or they felt reassured about that person's background.

Compared to some of the others, they were not partial to socialization outside of work. Even Jin, their conversationalist, would not deviate to satisfy personal curiosity.

And what is possibly the most important of them all, they were preparing for someone's arrival. Whose? A name wasn't mentioned, but it was almost certainly a male if she had heard the pronouns correctly.

Again, you were back to the counting. You assumed that the habit had come from your mother, a mathematician with more numbers than letters running through in that brain of hers. There was something calming about having a constant in your life. It seemed that with everything else being the way it was in your life, the predictable sequence of numbers grounded you to your fate. Your mantra was a list, your mind worked in logical numerics, anything you had some semblance of control overworked in numbers.

Walking away from the store, you made your way into another one, this time intending to collect a couple new outfits. Despite your new persona being Eli, you still would have some time to be yourself so it would do no good to rely on the same rags that had started tattering with use. 30 minutes later, you walked out of your favorite store with an outfit leaning on the expensive side of casual. A new pair of blue jeans hugged your legs and comfort was your priority with a graphic tee-shirt and a bomber-style jacket. Your old things were in a new backpack that you decided to splurge on.

Glancing out the window of the mall, you noticed night creeping in around the edges of buildings. The sky-colored itself hues of fire as the sun sunk into the horizon, twilight was a magical vision against the sight of the river in the distance. Deciding that you could spare a couple more moments in the mall, you made your way to the food court and took a seat along with a window with a perfect view of the skyline as it caressed the metal of buildings taking their grandeur from blurry reflections.

Hoseok and Jin made their way out of the furniture store after confirming the delivery of their shipment. Even they didn’t know what they were preparing for, but if the Boss said it, then no questions were necessary. After making up excuses for the ladies shameless enough to talk to them under the spotlights of the mall, they began making their way towards the entrance of the mall.

Together, in their crisp button-ups and polished shoes, they cut an imposing figure against the white of the walls. Hoseok couldn’t help but watch the people around him as he walked. It was less of a judgmental gaze than an evaluative one. He always looked for anyone that seemed to have something he could use. He oversaw business contacts in their 7-man crew, the communicator to other groups or with new clients that they saw as prospective. Thus, once again his eyes fell on your lone figure near the window, leaning on the palm of your hand as you watched the world outside, eyes reflecting the very scenery that you were looking at. Taunting orange ribbons dancing in your iris as you isolated yourself from the world just to watch twilight as it progressed.

In truth, no one knew what made him more qualified for his position than Seokjin or Taehyung, both boys also in charge of first encounters, but most surmised it was his face. Compared to Seokjin or Taehyung, it lacked that carved-marble appearance that intimidated others. Molded from chocolate, and with a 100-watt smile, he came off as approachable and sweet.

After seeing you in the furniture shops, both boys had forgotten about you. There was no reason for Hoseok to remember you, you were neither a target nor an informant to him. Still, the curiosity that had died down once you disappeared from his sight was back in full force as he saw a new side of you. In direct contrast to the woman negotiating prices in the store, and succeeding, here you were, quiet and pensive as you looked out the window. The object of your attention was just as much a mystery to him as you were.

[KSJ]

Pulling out my phone, I shot a quick text to Namjoon telling him that all the new furniture had been obtained and was going to be shipped to the warehouse. Then, I contacted out driver so he would be outside the entrance by the time that we exited the mall. I didn’t like being out in the open for more time than was necessary. BigHit is rumored to have people everywhere but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Taking a couple more steps, I realized that Hoseok was not behind me. He normally was just as strict as I was about being exposed so imagine my surprise when I turn and see him once again watching a girl.

That was twice in a day, and here I thought he wanted nothing to do with them.

“Hoseok,” I hissed. Looking closer, I realized that it was the same girl as before and that annoyed me.

He looked over and followed, but not before one last glance back at the girl. She had gotten his attention allright.

There really was nothing special about her. She was another civilian, a civilian that had unknowingly drawn eyes more than once, but she was still a civilian. She was of no use to us, especially with the way she kept her eyes on the sky outside.

Her head was in the clouds and ours were fated to be grounded.

As the sunset, you cast your eyes down as the two male targets walked out of the entrance of the mall and into a waiting SUV, driven by another member of BTS. From this distance, and with the added challenge of sunglasses, it was difficult to identify who, but that didn’t matter to you. For now, you would leave them be as you focused on establishing Eli within the underground societies.

At the moment, the only idea you had was starting with petty theft and then consequently selling the acquired goods on the markets. From the memories you had with your parents, it was not hard to pick out conversations about your dad’s work. You vaguely remembered a case where, in a turn of events, your dad was on the side of the prosecution.

From the hushed conversations, all you could discern was that something important had been stolen and your dad was tasked with finding the person who did it. Logically, the best place to check would be the black markets as sales were kept behind closed doors. Some names had floated around your house, and you decided those would be your starting point; you had to find the best. After all, you were only going to be selling the best.

The question still remained: what would catch their eye? Initially, your thoughts strayed to the furniture they had bought today. Stealing something relatively big like that would certainly be noticed but the only issue was that you would need multiple people to assist. The setup you could probably do by yourself. It wouldn’t take much considering you were going to accepting a delivery from the same place probably on the same day. It wouldn’t be difficult to sneak in under the pretense of forgetting the day and while the worker was verifying with you, check out the order the boys placed in.

This made you pause for a second. The shop had two options for delivery. It could either go straight to the buyer’s house or it could be picked up from the store. You had no clue as to the option the boys picked, but if it was delivered to an address, then that address could be their residence, or at least the start of the breadcrumb trail right to their front door. It would give you such an advantage in the long-run. In the end, you decided, to keep that idea on the back burner. If they themselves gave you access to their house, then the furniture shop would be a waste of time. It was best to wait and see what happens.

With at least 3 people on the team, interception of the delivery and transfer of the packages wouldn’t be too difficult, but you were alone in Seoul. And there was no way you would be asking Maestro for help. You had begged him for this mission, and you would not be losing face by asking him for help. This was something you had to do alone. Besides, even if you did succeed, you yourself wouldn’t be noticed, the company would. Even then you doubted that BTS would bother to get too involved; they have enough money to just buy another set and pay a little extra to get it faster.

To get them to notice, really notice, what you took had to be something personal.

Then it hit you. Eli would be getting attention through pickpocketing, why not use the same strategy against the boys. There had to be a wallet, a card, or something that could find its way into your hand and then into the hands of an underground dealer. Especially, if it was something with their monogram on it. You had no doubt that even though the black markets retained independence, they were all scared to death of BigHit and that an immediate call would be placed to inform them of the missing valuables.

Recalling the two boys you had seen, you traced their figures in your mind to see if there was anything that you could recall. True, there was no need for anything distinguishing to exist - the boys were famous enough as it was - yet, you hoped that through bloodshed and death they still had a little sentimentality within them and that their fathers hadn’t snuffed that out, yet.

Sadly, nothing particularly popped out in your mental image of them, not that it mattered. You had a week or two to figure out the men that you were after. Turning the gold chain around on your wrist you caressed the notches lovingly. This was where their charms would hang, on the very bracelet that you took from your mom all those years ago. It would forever hand on your risk as a reminder to yourself and to others of exactly what you were capable of. You still hadn’t decided what charms would represent them, but that would become easier as you got to know them.

Or you could watch them when they were at their most venerable. When they were home after a long day and decide to let loose. As regimented as they were, they were still men in their prime. They should let loose somewhere, and if not in Demian, then at least in the privacy of their own home.

Suddenly, you found yourself second-guessing your decision to postpone your idea for using the shop. You always hated second-guessing yourself - it was indicative of weakness. Having second thoughts meant that you weren’t committed and a lack of commitment, though it may protect your heart, may not protect you. Besides, conviction is the difference between a good plan and a great plan on one hand, and on the other it causes small mistakes to magnify into train wrecks. If you had to choose only one thing to remember from your master’s teachings, it would be what he had written into your skin; ‘Commitment or Fear’. It was this tattoo that you traced pinpricked along the sliver of skin that molded to your skin above the edge of your panties as you still broke the law and thought.

You left the mall long after the sun sank beneath the horizon. Making your way home, you decided on a plan of action tomorrow. It would be the same for the next couple of days after that. You had to make face with the markets until yours was the name they thought of when it came to theft.

For the next three weeks, you slowly built a rapport with the minor crime bosses of Seoul. It was a difficult start, forcing yourself to take from innocents on the streets to help your own cause. Yet, it was a necessary evil in your mind and you satiated yourself with the idea that without BigHit they would be much safer as you snuck your hand into purses and back-pockets to retrieve wallets and valuables.

These stolen items you would turn-around and pawn off at black-market vendors who were all too happy to receive new goods. They too benefited from your transactions with them as it allowed a wider clientele to enter their doors, those that avoided the vault at the back of the shop and stayed at the front counters to purchase simpler items like luxury watches or id cards.

Soon enough, Eli was a common enough name whispered around the black market circles. It was never spoken with much feeling behind it other than admiration when the feeling was involved. It had spread pretty far, but what you didn't account for was who Eli's myth spread to.

[MYG]

We had been called into the head office today; a rarity but not an impossibility considering how we were still working for him. The pompous bastard liked to throw his weight around, but then again so did everyone in the company – throwing around weight creates fear as most didn’t even have enough to toss. We life and thrive on fear. Fear made people compliant. And from father to son and mother to daughter, everyone shared the same fears and everyone became compliant.

Walking into the office, it still struck me how he managed to make the same room look so different. Each leader had his own taste but they knew not to touch the sanctity of the office like he had. I hated him for it.

Still, what he said surprised me. They were words of praise for someone other than himself; Eli. He had come and taken Seoul by storm with the way he suddenly amassed wealth and called the pockets of citizens his coffers. No one knew where he came from or his past, he just showed up one day and asserted himself as the thief of the decade.

“-bring him in.” The tension in the room painfully shifted.

“Excuse me sir, but with all due respect I think-.” Namjoon tried to bring him to his senses and see the reason that they could not bring a random stranger so close to them, but the boss was the boss and he liked to show it.

“What you think is not relevant. You are to bring him in and I am going to hire him.” His face was annoyingly condescending, but we were bound to follow his orders.

With a short affirmation that he would get right on it, Namjoon led us all out of the office and down the stair back to our car.

Walking out of the pawnshop, Eli stared up at the skyscrapers that towered over his form. It had been another successful day, with a thick wad of bills weighing down the pockets of his jacket. Today, Eli had decided to case out the business center of Seoul. It wasn’t difficult to make him obsolete among the crisp suits and pencils skirts despite standing out with ripped denim and a graphic tee.

The good thing about business people he had come to learn was that they never paid attention to their surroundings. Tunnel-vision ordained a singular viewpoint on their destination and most just glared at and obstruction in their path, not noticing that their pockets were significantly lighter or that the hands that prevented them from falling had taken more liberties than necessary for a task of that kind.

Stuffing your hands into your pockets, you thought about the future of Eli. He was quite well known at this point, not even the black-market pawns haggled with him on prices. What he said goes, and most trusted his reputation of being a fair source of goods. The only real issue had been the targets put on his back. Eli knew that some of the things he had stolen contained sensitive material - that only made the price higher in his eyes - and that this had caused many important people to start craving his head on a platter.

For this reason, when he had reached the crowded Gangnam district, he slipped into a noodle shop. Both because he was hungry and because he needed to change out of his wig and bandages. Sending a small nod at the owner - a woman who you came across with a vendetta against BigHit and decent enough credibility -, you snuck into the storage room at the back. Behind the cartons of vegetables lay a black duffle bag with all your supplies; make-up remover, bandage rolls, extra clothes, and your day-bag. All which Eli used to revert himself back into you.

Back at the front of the restaurant, the fabric door was held aside as a trio of men made their way into the store, each casting a piercing glance at the patrons of the humble noodle shop. The woman behind the counter bristled as she recognized the statues that graced her store - after all, who did not know these boys?

As she watched them hover at the entrance of her shop, the ma’am finally got the chance to study them. They were an intimidating bunch, refined with the kind of confidence that came from their skills and not their looks. Like few others, they had taught themselves the art of subtle patronization.

As she watched their eyes dart around the store, she finally realized that they were looking for the Ruffian. His true name she did not know, but he had made a deal with her concerning the back room of her shop and had been using it for a week or so. She did not know what exactly happened in that back room, but she suspected it had something to do with the (e/c)-ed woman that walked out soon after.

Half of her wanted to send her worker back to warn whoever was back there, but she decided against it. What she had heard from the Ruffian was vague, and before she gave either one her loyalty, she needed to see more about them. Thus, the only interaction she made was to bow respectfully towards them and offer them a seat, which they took with deception in their bones.

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