The night was heavy with the scent of anticipation as Jungkook stood at the edge of the rooftop, the sprawling city of Mumbai sprawling below him like a living, breathing beast. He clenched his fists, determination radiating in his gaze. Vikram Golver, a name synonymous with torment, had taken everything from him, plunging his family into despair. Jungkook had become a master of shadows, leading his tight-knit crew through the intricacies of thievery. Tonight, revenge wasn’t just a desire; it was a mission

Taehyung: “Are we really doing this?” Taehyung cut through the silence, his voice a measured whisper, yet bubbling with excitement. He leaned against the wall, his mind already racing ahead to the logistics “We have to be perfect.”

Jungkook turned, the moonlight catching the fierce determination in his eyes

Jungkook: “We will be. We have the skills. All we need is the right plan.”

Jimin bounced in place, his fingers itching for the keyboard

Jimin: “And I can hack anything we need. Security systems, alarms, vaults—none of that will stop us. But how the hell are we supposed to dance?”

Yoongi, the planner, master strategist, looked up from the blueprints sprawled across the table

Yoongi: “The gala in Dubai is our ticket. It’s where we make our move, but we can’t go in as ourselves. If we can’t dance, no one will suspect us.” He leaned back, a calculated glint in his eye “It's simple: we just need to appear like we belong.”

Three days into training with a rotating roster of dance instructors, their enthusiasm plummeted. Each session ended with the teachers hastily canceling, clearly overwhelmed by Jungkook's crew’s unique rhythm—a chaotic blend of awkwardness and charm. They knew the stakes were high, and so did their instructors. There was little room for error; their disguises depended on mastering the art of dance

Jimin: “Why are we so terrible at this?” Jimin exclaimed, earning nods of agreement from the others as they gathered for another post-practice debriefing

Yoongi: “They don’t teach you how to dance in heist schools,” Yoongi deadpanned. A flicker of a smile twitched at the corners of his lips, but the tension in the air was palpable. They needed a solution, and quick.

Taehyung: “Maybe we need a different approach,” Taehyung suggested, his voice brightening “What if we find someone with a reputation? Someone who can teach us quickly? We need someone fierce.”

The plan unfolded like a tapestry, revealing a new teacher: an enigmatic dancer named Mira, rumored to have trained the elite. Her fees weren't cheap, but for the diamonds they sought to steal, those diamonds which would strike a blow against Vikram, it was an investment they had to make

Jimin: I have one friend she work in bar she can teach us dance maybe her name is sushmita

Yoongi: a bar dancer interesting

Taehyung: she could help us

Jungkook: Jimin take me to her right now and yoongi and Taehyung stay here and work for the plan

Jimin and Jungkook left from there