[Or my poor attempt at some action-based fic with freeform Binhwan]

His reflection in the mirror nearly sent him choking.
What if his mother were to see him like this ? She'd certainly want him dead rather than him staining their reputation.
'Perfect', he thought.
The costume he was wearing was just a male version of the overpopular and wrongly ualized bunny girl, yet, the deep black velvet was awfully beautiful against his milky, flawless skin. Even the pom-pom supposed to be the tail found a great purpose if it was to complete the picture. Of course, it was forbidden to forget the rabbit-ears headband.

He ran delicate fingers on the black heart stickers glued just under his eyes, one covering his natural mole and the other just here for the symmetry effect. The glitter smeared on his cheeks and the khol lining his eyelashes were almost too much, however, the more, the better ; the dim lights of the night club required such a heavy makeup.
Just as he straightened up to put some distance between his body and the mirror, someone appeared behind him and placed a shirt collar around his frail neck.
"Don't stress too much. You just have to take the commands and serve the drinks. Some old men may want to grab your pretty , let them be. They'll give you enourmous tips", the deep voice said.

Jay remembered this colleague as Sebastian but he was pretty sure it wasn't his real name. Eventhough, the tall buddy had been a great support for him when he'd needed to take his marks in the club and he was thankful for that.
(Maybe he'd try to spare his life later.)
Sebastian was a waiter for tonight and a disappointed sigh nearly escaped his lips. He'd seen the other man on the stage and his aura was incredible when he performed. But for now, the taller was clad in an immaculate loose shirt, shoulder blades uncovered and apple cheeks moulded in a skinny tight jean. If he didn't know how ridiculous Sebastian looked like in a costume like his, he'd already be jealous.
"Ready for the show, pretty ?" the other grinned, and it was time to open the doors.

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Jay stood still in the middle of the room while everything blew to dust. The tables were swept over, glasses shattered into pieces causing the liquids to spill on the tablecloth and on the floor, people screaming and trying to leave the place as the men covered in black entered. They pointed their guns, shot some unlucky souls, destroyed the remaining furnitures, passed by the black bunny and rushed toward the counter.
"Everything is hidden inside" he stated in the thickening silence, the one following the storm.

The old man then came in, encircled by his bodyguards, hardly making his way through the mess with his cane.
"Good job, my precious .."
Jay managed to keep his gag unnoticed. But then, a bad feeling began to creep in his chest. What if .. ? What if there was nothing ? What if someone blew his cover ? What if he had failed ? Heart almost at his lips, he turned around to look at the counter.

The wood cracked open just at that moment and gold flooded by the opening. Gold pieces, luxurious watches, necklaces, bracelets, rings, even small diamonds !
The boy shivered at the sudden discovery. He knew there was a big loot, but this much ? Never.
The old man let out a sincere laugh and pat his imposing belly, a cigar already between his lips.
"Very, very well done .. You're definitively my best spy, bunny" He took a taff. "You deserve a reward. Meet me in my bedroom when we get home"
Jay nodded against his will. He didn't want that reward, not when the said reward involved his mouth and a dck. But then again, he didn't have the choice. Money rained on him, and it wasn't for free.

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B.I joined his fingers and put his chin on top of his hands. Eyes glued to the cameras' records, he studied them with a curious attention. Beside him, Chanwoo was actively manipulating his mouse and mistreating the keyboard to hack some secret data concerning the gang. A sly smile streched his lips.
"They're not kidding, their security system is really something ! Wow, I rarely have so much fun doing this" the youngest chanted, stuffing some chips in his mouth before going on. Not far behind the wall screen, Donghyuk sat crossed legs on the couch, headphones on and pencil scribbling down lines and lines of information. The mic that Junhoe had put on their target with the collar was really well-placed and the sound almost perfect. He had to remember to compliment the other about it.
Speaking about the wolf.
The door of their HQ slammed opened and Junhoe came in, tearing apart his shirt.
"Hey dude, calm down that's an expensive shirt !" Jiwon toned, throwing the gun he was cleaning.
Yunhyeong managed to seize it before it could hit the groud thanks to some crazy reflex and sighed, refocusing on dotting his maps. Jiwon and Junhoe always fought when the mission failed.
"I fcking dont care, if you want to know. The target achieved his mission and the booty just slipped from our fingers because of me", Junhoe replied, a frown and a disgusted wince distorting his handsome face.
He angrily put away the shirt and changed into a comfortable hoodie before daring to look at B.I. He was ready for the scolding because he knew he'd failed. B.I's plan always leads to success, and if the mission failed, then it was because someone didnt accomplish his task properly.
At that moment, the leader laid back on his chair, turning around to face his team. A satisfied smile enlightened his face.
"Good job everyone. It's a success."
The look they gave him must have been particularly funny if they were to believe the laugh they received back.
"The money wasn't the goal of this mission. I didn't say anything because I knew you'd be influenced in your work", he explained.
"Then what was it ?" asked Jiwon, still startled.
B.I's smile grew bigger. This young boy was with no doubt a shark.

"We're going to steal the old man's black bunny."