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Chapter Three

You wake up to the sounds of pots and pans being moved around. A sound that quickly indicated you were not in your apartment but somewhere you had to force yourself to have a conversation with this early in the morning. You pick up your phone from where it was laying down on your pillow, your eyes squinting at the low— and yet, very bright light coming from the screen. 

The screen read four in the morning as the sound of more pans hitting the floor sounded from the kitchen. You groan to yourself as you bury your face into your pillow, trying to block out the noise. The old cot you were laying on letting out squeaks of protests at the weight of your movements. You could hear Taehyung’s soft snores from the other side of the room as you sit up, bare feet touching the cold floor as you look around for any type of shoes. Your lips smack together as you wipe away the sleep from your eyes before you’re making your way out of the bedroom. 

The first thing your eyes find as they adjust to the light coming from the kitchen in the sight of Jungkook muttering to himself, trying to turn the stove on — the click clack of it refusing to turn on echoing in the room. You don’t say anything as you come up behind him, startling the younger man as you push him to the side as you take the lighter from him and turn the stove yourself. “Behold, fire.” You mumble as you hand him the lighter and turn towards the fridge. 

You could see a rush of red on Jungkook’s cheeks as nods in thanks, pouring in the pancake mix. “Make me some, too” you groggily tell him, turning towards the fridge before pouring yourself a glass of orange juice. As thoughts of last night came rushing back to you, the decision to go out to that club without letting anyone know was probably not the best idea— at least you made contact, got a feel of what you were getting yourself into. Jung Hoseok was definitely a flirt.  Although, you would have definitely done without the shots as you remember a sort of wobbly walk to your shared apartment for the next few months, you didn’t really have that much of an eventful night after that — Jungkook was asleep when you got there and Taehyung was nowhere to be found.

You sit up on the counter, the dining table already too littered with Jungkook’s equipment for you to try and  find any space at all. “Where did you go last night?” Jungkook questions as he passes you a full plate, “You turned off your tracker.” He mumbles, giving you a side glance. 

“Just wanted to get accustomed to the city” You smile sleepily at him, “Why are you up so early?” You scold him softly, biting down on your freshly made breakfast. You glance at his various monitors, only understanding half of what they showed. “I just couldn’t sleep, thought I could do some more for you guys. Why did you go out at one in the morning?”

You chuckle at his line of questioning, “Nosy, aren’t we?” You tease him, letting out a sigh “I’ve never been here before, even if it’s about two hours from the head building. I just wanted to be around ” you confess, shrugging your shoulders. 

“I wasn’t trying to be nosy” Jungkook vacillated, “I was just worried…” He mumbles that last part.

The sound of the door to the bedroom opening distracts from your conversation to reveal a sleepy looking Taehyung, he smacks his lips together as he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes.  

“Why are you up?” You ask him as he leans on the counter beside you “Didn’t you get in like a minute ago?” You watch as he shrugs before stealing some of your food as you both turn to stare at Jungkook. He gets a few bites in before asking, “What’s for today?”

 “Well, with you guys making the progress that you’ve been making…” Jungkook gives you both a side glance before moving to sit in front of his computer. “We’re moving pretty quickly through the supposed schedule.” 

“However, I did get a chance to get into their security system and part of Hoseok’s calendar. It’s mostly just charity galas, events and names of some people I still haven’t had the chance to profile.” He scratches the back of his neck, looking kind of sheepishly as he admits his progress. 

“That’s good, that means we can get this over with even faster,” Taehyung says, looking up at you. “Less time away from our real lives, I’m sure you would love to get back to it.” He smirks in your direction. You slap jokingly on his shoulder, if anyone knew about you and Yoongi’s ‘relationship’ the most, it had to be Taehyung — he was there for most of it. 

“What do we do next?” Taehyung continues, this time his attention fully on Jungkook as he continues to eat from your plate. You yawn as you feel the sleepy feeling creeping back up. 

“Well, since then Chief is now a big part of this operation— I have to wait what his part in all this is,” Jungkook says. 

Yeah, you where also question what the fuck Yoongi was doing there — however, it didn’t take a genius to know that the reason was more than likely you. “Where is he anyway?” You voice out what everyone else was thinking, looking around the otherwise empty apartment. You know for a fact that he snores pretty loud, there’s no way he was here still. 

“He left this morning saying he had some business to take care of, didn’t say when he would be back.” Jungkook shrugs, his breakfast long forgotten as he sits back down in front of his computer set. “I’m guessing to get rid of anything that would get his attention away from this mission.”

“Whatever, just make sure to text me when he arrives. I’m going out for a run.” You let both of them know before walking back into your shared room, changing into leggins and a hoodie. You pick your phone and headphones, making your way out of the room and passing the kitchen. Jungkook now fully immersed in his computer, the surveillance videos from Hoseok’s apartment taking most of the available screens. Taehyung had moved into the small living room, a cup of coffee in one hand and a lit up cigarette in the other. “I’ll be back in about an hour or so, I’m going around the block” You shout back as you walk out of the cramped apartment. 

//

Hoseok sits behind one of the exclusive tables of one of the many famous restaurants he owns in the area of downtown. He could feel the eyes of the other guests stealing side glances at the men as they continued to enjoy their meals. His leg moves up and down as he stares down deep in thought  at the cup of white wine in his hand, his mind drifting back to two nights ago. 

He can still remember the smell of your perfume, the smirk you wore across your lips and that tantalizing gaze you gave him as if he wasn’t good enough. 

Fuck, how he wanted to ruin you.

“Boss?” Jimin asks, tentatively as he watches murder form on the oldest face, “everything okay?” He watches the small mental breakdown going on inside the brain of his oldest friend. He could only put two and two together from the moment Hoseok had starting acting so strange, back to when he had first met you back at his bar — he couldn’t really understand what the big deal was, sure you were a part of a very powerful family in this business but from what he had heard being whispered around here was that you were no longer a part of it. You had ran away, disappeared for a few years before popping up here again. How could they even know if it was the real heiress? Hoseok just couldn’t see all the other possibilities. 

Jimin found it weird, to leave all that power and riches away to just float around from continent to continent — not taking care of the things you were supposed to be in charge of. He thought it was highly irresponsible of you, a spoiled rich kid with behaviour issues. 

He puts the fork down on his now empty plate, wiping his lips with the pristine cloth that was once resting on his lap. “We have a few more meetings today, and a fitting at four for your suit. The-”

“Can you find more about (Y/N) Ucello, where she’s currently staying? What does her schedule look like?” Hoseok interrupts Jimin as he cuts into his food once more, showing it in his mouth as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “There’s got to be a reason why she’s in town all of a sudden…” Hoseok puts his utensils down on the plate as a loud clunk fills the room, the people around him sending him glances before continuing on with their own conversations. 

“...Boss?” Jimin whispers, frowning as he tries to get Hoseok’s full attention “Should we be getting involved with her?” Jimin asks, leaning back against his chair. “We’re doing just fine without any outside help.”

“It wouldn’t be outside help. Think about the power her family holds, the riches, the connections… Not to mention, (Y/N) isn’t that boring to be around.” Hoseok continues in a gaze as he looks into nothing while playing with the rings on his fingers. If he had you on his side, that meant he had the most powerful man in the world by his side. Oh, the things he could do with that much power in his hands. “I don’t know about that, but it seems we’ve struck gold with our unexpected guest.” 

“I get it, she makes you horny.” Jimin interrupts him, “But still, do you really want to go down that road? You know once you’re in with an Ucello, there’s no going back.” 

He smirks, the gears in his head moving at a rapid speed as millions of ideas run through his mind. “Anything you can get on her, I want it in my possession as soon as possible. Now.” He continues.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Have Seokjin find her schedule and anyone else she might be doing business with while she’s in town.” Hoseok insists, his mind already been made up. 

Jimin doesn’t press anymore,  instead he pulls his phone out of his pocket— sending a quick text to Seokjin about Hoseok’s latest escapades. 

“It’s done” Jimin says, putting his phone away as soon as he sees Seokjin’s reply. 

//

You take in a couple of breaths as you lean down on your knees, the sweaty grey sweatshirt clinging onto your skin as you take a sip of your water bottle. You weren’t keeping track of how long you were running for, but as the sun shone high in the sky and your water supply running low you knew it had been a couple of hours. You walk off the path, sitting down on the grass as you look towards the serene lake. You lean back on your hands, the sound of your phone cutting through the silence interrupting the comfortable moment.

It took you a few minutes to regain your breath, to get your heart beating back to normal as you. You take out your vibrating phone from your pocket, watching as Yoongi’s goofy face stares back at you. You chuckle as memories of when you took that photo surface back every time he calls you. “What do you need, my little bon bon?” 

“I thought I told you not to call me that” Yoongi instantly replies. 

“And I never said I wasn’t, what do you need?” You ask him again, trying to get to the point as the gray clouds start rolling in above you. 

“I need you to come back to the safe house, get your equipment and check in at the Melrose Hotel. There’s a gala there tonight that you’ll be attending.” Yoongi continues, “I should be there as soon as I clear things up here at the office. I made sure Jeon ordered what you needed for tonight. It’s time you make first contact.” 

“Understood, sir” You say as you stand up from the grass, brushing the dirt off of your pants before hanging up the phone. 

//

You watch with a look of disgust on your face as Jungkook slurps up the cream in one of the cannolis. That boy is not normal— thinking to yourself as you shake your head , finally managing to look away from him. Maybe stopping by the bakery around the corner wasn’t that good of an idea. “That is just disgusting” 

You take a big gulp of your coffee, your eyes scanning the board filled with surveillance pictures, reports from Taehyung and old/new data Jungkook had collected at the beginning.

There was still no way Hoseok’s empire would come crashing down, he was thorough and made sure nothing could ever be traced back to him. Lucky for you, you love the thrill and adventure that comes with the challenge.You hear the front door of the apartment open behind you, “Where are we with Taehyung?” Yoongi says, throwing his coat onto the couch before standing right next to you —his hands on his hips.

 Yoongi had been taking turns here and at the office, he was joining the team and leaving his second in command in charge of the station. He missed being on the field and he knew no better time than with his old team. 

“He’s on making another drop, He got a call from Park again.” Jungkook answers. 

“That’s good, he’ll find his way into the inner circle soon enough.” Yoongi nods as he sits down on the sofa. “The gala tonight, I want you to make a move. Make sure to give him a business proposition.” “But, before we agree to anything else. Are you sure you want to proceed?” Yoongi questions, looking at you straight in the eyes. “Because if you do, your father will know where you are and he will find you. I know this is the last thing you want.”

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s time he and I get together.” 

Yoongi stares, maintaining eye contact with you before nodding, moving to talk to Jungkook about the rest of the schedule — leaving you to wallow in your own thoughts and memories. 

//

Your high heels click against the marbled floor of the lobby floor, wheeling your luggage behind you as you take your sunglasses off. “Way to attract attention to yourself” You hear Jungkook in your ear as you sashay your way to the front desk. You smile up to the camera as you take off your sunglasses, knowing full Jungkook was the only one watching. You had changed from your work out clothing to one of the many expensive outfits you had hidden away. 

You politely smile at the man at the front desk, “Reservation under Ucello” You tell him, slipping your license over to him as you slide your sunglasses back on as you survey the big lobby. 

“Looks like you’ve got a fan” Jungkook mentions, looking through his monitor as he recognizes one of Hoseok’s men, not sitting far from you. Kim Seokjin, more or less the one who makes up Hoseok’s daily calendar. You smirk, knowing that initiating contact last night helped you in some way. It definitely got his attention. 

“This arrived for you, Miss Ucello” The receptionist calls for your attention again, sliding an envelope towards you. You take it in your hands, nodding in thanks as you pull out two silver  tickets for the charity gala tonight. “And your room key, Miss” 

“Thank you” You grab onto it as well before making your way towards the elevators, as soon as the doors close and you’re alone once again you let out a deep breath- waving your key card on the censor.  Your feet were killing you, you had put on those heels in the town car before getting off and you swear it felt like you had had them on for what seemed like a week. Why can’t sexy shoes be sensible?  - you think to yourself as the elevator arrives at the penthouse. 

“I see we’re living off appearances, I’m guessing the money for this room isn’t coming from the agency’s bank account” You say out loud, watching as the smart tv turns on and Jungkook’s face appears. 

“Well, technically… it hasn’t been paid for completely…” Jungkook says, shrugging as he swivels around in the chair. “Hyung didn’t really explain all the details to me”

 “Yeah, I’m using my old credit card. Might as well let daddy dearest I’m in town while I parade around town” You sigh at the thought of finally seeing your father after eight years of remaining under the radar, sticking to the shadows and evading every goon he sent after you. You’ve kept yourself hidden as you fought for the good guys as an ally and had placed most of his associates in jail or those who had gotten themselves killed in the process. 

You put your bag on the couch, kicking your heels as you head towards the bed. You put the suitcase on top of the ottoman at the end. 

“I’ll leave you to get ready, I need to check in with Tae before he goes off the grid tonight.” Jungkook let’s you know before the television turns off again. You start to take off your clothing, throwing your clothing onto the floor until you’re left in nothing but your underwear before you make your way to the walk-in closet. 

Jungkook had made the move from your personal storage unit, filling it with all of your old dresses and clothing from your socialite days. All one of a kind and all expensive enough to buy a small house with. This part you definitely did not miss. “My babies, how I’ve missed you” You bite at your bottom lip as you pick out the dress for tonight. Elegant but slutty with the low back and front that left nothing to the imagination. 

You lay it out on the bed as you turn to the speakers in the room, before turning towards the bathroom and getting ready for tonight. 

You could feel yourself getting excited, the same way you did when you knew there was danger around the corner. It was finally starting to feel like home. 

Chapter One

Your hand flew out of the sheets, flying across the side of the bed blindly before you finally made contact with the annoying device that had decided to wake you up at the ungodly hour of six in the afternoon. Too early for you. 

You let out a loud groan, feeling slightly buzzed as the hangover from last night comes at you in full force. The sounds of the cars running and the people having fun outside of your apartment building filtered into your small and run down apartment. 

You don’t remember much of last night, having completely checked out of your body as the night progressed, you continued to work the streets until the ungodly hour of three in the morning. 

You get up from your bed, bones cracking as you smack your dry lips together. One of your hands comes up from under the covers as you push your tangled hair out of your face. The warm air coming from the fan in the corner doing little to stop you from sweating like hell while you slept during the day. 

You knew your roommate must’ve been here during the day by the leftover weed smell that continued to linger in the air coming from the kitchen. You ignore it, already having been used to the smell before you move to the bathroom. 

Your eyes instantly meet your unruly hair as you really take a look at yourself, seeing all the makeup from last night still on your face — smudged and not at all pleasant looking. 

You decide to get ready for the night, taking a long cold shower as the knots that had formed under all that stress and that hard as a rock bed wasn’t helping make matters any better. 

The heavy metal music and the sound of cars honking filling in the silence as you got ready in the sluttiest clothing you could find in the shared closet you and your roommate, Olivia had. You had promised her to finally join her tonight, after weeks of asking you finally agreed to join her and maybe make some money on the side while you were at it. 

A tight, black dress that landed too far from your knee but that still left something to the imagination. Your makeup was done heavy — black eyeshadow and eyeliner, as well as dark red lipstick coloring your lips as you made your way out of your apartment… through your window. 

It’s not that your door didn’t work well, it was the people behind said door that you were wanting to avoid. Your rent was due soon and your front door neighbor had this thing about grabbing your ass every time he saw you. So, climbing out of a three story apartment window and into your fire escape seemed like the safer choice of the two at the moment. 

You make your way down the street, heels clicking loudly as your hips sway side to side. The dirty streets of the city were filled with late night party goers, drug addicts looking to score and ladies of the night looking to make a quick buck. Your smile flirts with the man you pass, throwing small waves at the ones who almost break their neck to get a glimpse of your ass. You break out in a giggle as one of them trips over his friends.  

Your hair bounces on your shoulders as you quickly make it down the street, catching sight of your friend’s bright purple hair. “Oli!” You shout her name as you stand a few meters away from her, waving your arms around as you try to get her attention from the other side of the street.

Olivia Alvarez was an old friend from the days before you became a college drop out — her following you right along. What mostly attracted you to her was her loud as fuck personality and her will to give less fucks in any situation. “I’ll talk to you later baby, my girl is here.” She pats the guy on the ass, startling him slightly before moving to wrap her hands around you as you ran towards her. 

“I haven’t seen you since yesterday!” You exclaim, hugging her tightly. You let go of her as you wrap a hand around her shoulders. “Where have you been, buddy?” 

“Oh you know…” Oli wiggles her eyebrows, making an action zip her lips and throwing the key away. “A lady never reveals her conquests.” She whips her hair around as she wraps her arm around your waist. Her height making it possible for her to lay her head on your shoulder with no problems — leading the both of you to stand at the corner of the street. 

“Manny was looking for you again last night” you say, watching her smile quickly disappear from her lips. “Told him you left the country… again.” 

“Yeah, well next time you see him, tell him that I died.” Oli ‘s heavy Argentinian accent coming out as memories of him come to mind. “And that my body was cremated, that you scatter my ashes into the ocean so that I may find my way back home and blah blah blah” 

You chuckle at her dramatic ways, finally separating from her as the catcalling around the two of you becomes even more noticeable. “You’ll be fine, just avoid him for a couple of more days and he’ll get bored… eventually.” 

“So what are we doing tonight?” You change the subject quickly, trying to keep the mood a happier one. 

“We are going to hit a couple of clubs, meet some new friends and have the best fucking time if our lives” Oli counts each one of them on her fingers, reaching into her jacket’s pocket and pulling a small plastic bag of different colored pills. 

Your smile only wavers slightly as she pulls two of them out, offering one of them to you before shoving the other one into her mouth. 

You eye the one in your hand, not sure how taking random drugs is going to get you through the night without making a plethora of horrible decisions. It would sure as hell make it a whole lot easier. “Come on (Y/N)” Oli says in a mocking manner, “Live a little!” 

You smile, a slight grimace on your lips before taking the pill into your mouth. 

Right, (Y/N)... it’s time to live a little. — you think to yourself, already regretting what was going to happen tonight. 

//

Min Yoongi couldn’t be even more than happy to get the hell out of that party. If it could even be called a party. His fingers twirl around the emerald ring on his left hand. His face showing no emotion as he took another long sip of his watered down tequila — he had no plans on getting drunk tonight, but as the night went on he was going to quickly change his mind. His black hair crazily moving to the California breeze as he leans on the glass railing overlooking the bright city lights. 

All he wanted to do was to go back to his hotel room and take a nice long and well deserved nap. But no, he had to stay here in the middle of a city where he knew absolutely nobody. Where he was only asked by his company to appear for appearances sake. 

“Hey grumpy!” A loud voice startles him as a taller body crashes into his. Hoseok’s blinding smile moves to the corner of his eyes, a hard pat on his back. “What the hell are you doing out here when the girls are all inside?” 

He would have almost forgotten about Hoseok’s presence if it wasn’t for the way he would constantly come outside and check up on him every couple of minutes. 

“You’re missing out, man!” Hoseok continues as Yoongi gives him an uninterested glare before moving his gaze back to the city. “Why don’t you just come back inside, I might even have the right girl for you.” THe younger man chuckles. 

“Not interested” Yoongi grumbles, already knowing where this was going. He had seen it all before, the parties, the glamour, the celebrities — hell, he has lived in the spotlight most of his life and there was nothing he had grown to hate more. He drinks what was left in his glass, hoping that the younger male would finally take the hint. Unfortunately, that was still not the case. 

“Oh stop being such a grump! I know you used to like to party!” Hoseok whines as he leans over the railing, trying to get Yoongi to meet his eyes. “I want my best bro back” 

“You know, I’m doing just fine with this bottle for myself” Yoongi points to the bottle sitting on the ground beside him. “I was also having a great ass time, so why not let me continue doing that?” With a grim smile, Yoongi looks back at the scenery in front of him. 

Hoseok gives him one last smile before wrapping his arm around the giggling girl beside him. He had always known Yoongi to be the biggest grump he had ever met — nothing mean that he said was ever taken to heart. Hoseok, even after everything they’ve been through, would still consider him one of his best friends. 

Hoseok lets out a deep sigh as he realizes the older man isn’t really in the mood to party so he reluctantly takes his keys out of his jacket, placing them on the flat railing before taking his leave.”Don’t scratch it” Hoseok yells back before disappearing from the patio and into the lively atmosphere. 

Yoongi takes one look at them, his tongue pushing against his cheek as he places the bottle on the metal railing with a thunk, grabbing onto the keys before he makes his way down and through the backyard — possibly avoiding every person he possibly could. 

His mind was slightly buzzed from the alcohol, nose red from the cold and his body feeling only slightly heavy, and yet, nothing was stopping him from climbing into the front seat of Hoseok’s car and pulling off into the dark road. 

// 

You’re extremely sweaty, a little bit hot and definitely feeling like you might pass out any second. At the same time... you felt euphoric, high on life and you would admit a little bit horny. Olivia and you had found yourself gaining free entry to one of the nearby clubs, stepping onto the dance floor as soon as the two of you arrived. You had some idea of what Oli might have given you, making a note to ask her tomorrow if she had any more. 

The strobing lights made you dizzy and the vibrations coming from the surrounding speakers were beginning to give you a heavy migraine. You stop dancing as you feel someone pull at your hand, looking back with your fuzzy vision you see Olivia’s wild hair in your present view.  You could hear her saying something, although it sounded like nothing but gibberish to you. 

You don’t know what she said, but your hazy mind was able to put two and two together as you saw her smirk at you before turning around and grabbing onto some random guy’s arm. She has found a client for tonight and from here on out you were flying solo. 

You’re no longer paying attention to her as you see her making her way out of the club, instead your eyes start scanning the rest of the barely lit club. As a high-end escort, Olivia knew the clubs where all the rich, married and very lonely trophy husbands and CEOs liked to hang out and relax. It was her hunting ground. 

The men in her life didn’t last very long but from the moment they met her, they could only assume they were done for. Once she had her claws on him she wouldn’t let them go until she got bored or she got a large sum of money from them. Olivia gets bored very easily. 

You hadn’t been okay with the idea when she had first suggested you joined her while she worked, knowing rent was due next week and you barely had enough food to last you the next few days. So, you took her up on her offer. To let her teach you her ways of manipulation. 

You lick at your dry lips, feeling lost and alone as you no longer have someone familiar around you. You push your hair back as you step off to the side, your body starting to feel sore as you move towards the crowded bar. You try to find an empty spot, looking as the poor bartender gets pulled in all directions — the idea that you would possibly get a drunk any time soon is long gone as you unwrap your jacket from your waist and head towards the exit. 

The fresh air hits you with full force as your body cools down. You could still hear the loud music thumping from inside the club as you move through the empty alleyway. Your mind is still a little fuzzy as you put on your jacket, getting the last of your cigarettes from the inside of your jacket. 

You stumble out of the alleyway, fighting to make your lighter work as the wind starts to pick up as you step onto the street. You groan out loud, shaking the lighter in your hands as if that would make it magically work. “Stupid thing better work, I just bought it last week!” ‘

You weren’t really paying attention as you kept on walking, the migraine you had back at the club making its presence known. You were not looking at your surroundings, or at the empty and wet street as your boots slap against the puddles and you were certainly not aware of the very bright lights coming down the road at a very alarming speed. 

Yoongi looks up at the road, the bright red jacket shining as the headlights of the car he was driving hit you. His foot slams down on the brakes, his heart beating a mile a minute before the care fortunately stops only inches from your body. He did not need a criminal record. 

 Your startled eyes meet his as you drop your lighter to the cold, wet asphalt with a clink. It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t almost pee your pants. After the initial shock wears off, you feel relieved and then, you feel only anger. It could be the drugs talking or it could be the alcohol that made you act way out of character. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You almost ran me over!” You angrily yelled as you slam your hands against the hood of the very expensive-looking car. Hair falling all over your face as you try to take through the tinted windows, trying to get a look at the culprit’s face. You stumble around, your boots not helping out the matter. 

You didn’t have to wait long before the man stepped out of the vehicle, anger apparent on his face as he made his way to the front of the car. “You didn’t scratch it, did you?” He ignores you as his eyes scan the hood, looking for any kind of scratches. “Are you serious right now? You could’ve killed me and you’re worried about your fucking car?!” 

He lets out a sigh of relief as he makes his motives there are no scratches on the car. “Key word, almost.” he mumbles, not sparing you a glance as he gets back in his car. 

“Uh, no you dipshit. I could have died.” You continue on, following him to his window —smacking your hands on it as you try to get his attention again. It seems as if you succeeded as he rolls the window down all the way. 

“Please don’t touch the window, I don’t want it to get filthy” The man says as he looks at you up and down with nothing but a bored expression plastered on his face. 

“Way to be rude, asshole” You mumble, leaning against the car. Your head leaning towards the window as you try to maintain your balance— your stomach starts to feel kind of funny, but the feeling of anger is still surpassing anything else that you could possibly be feeling. 

“I could be splattered in front of your car and you only car if your precious car doesn’t have a scratch on it.” You continue mumble, “It’s exactly how people like you are ruining our country!” There it is again, that funny feeling in your stomach. 

“You mean drug-addicted prostitutes like you aren’t?” Yoongi finally looks your way, an eyebrow raises as he gives you a skeptical look. He knew he was judging you without even knowing you but he was stressed enough as it is and you were the closest thing he could take his frustrations on you. Some stranger he might never get to see again. 

He can tell by the way your eyes widen and your mouth opens in a little gasp that he had offended you, he could feel guilt bubbling up in his chest as he realizes that he offended you deeply. He doesn’t let you see he feels that way as his face and demeanor becomes cold again— pushing the button to close his window, cutting your words as you continue cursing him out. 

You continue to tap on the window as you hear the sound of a revving engine. The rude motherfucker thinks he can get away with anything just because he has money. The  migraine and the feeling  you had in your stomach is something that you can no longer keep pushing down and as you throw up the little food you had managed to eat that day onto the side of his very slick and very clean car you knew that you had fucked up. You smirk as he parks the car once more, wiping at your lips. You take a step back as you watch him angrily get out of the car with eyebrows furrowed and disgust clearly showing on his face. 

You don’t get to live in the moment for long as your vision becomes blurry and your eyes catch only the glimpse of the headlights as your world becomes dark and you hit the ground with a loud thud. 

Yoongi instantly turns around, his eyes searching for your body before he finds you passed out in the middle of the road. “For fuck’s sake…” He mumbles angrily to himself.  For once, he was glad that he got lost on a road with little to no traffic at all. He takes one more look at the vomit on the ground, feeling queasy at the sight of it. He skips over it, careful to not get it on his very expensive shoes as he squats down next to your body. 

“Hey, stupid...Wake up.” Yoongi says as he nudges your shoulder, hearing soft snores coming from under a mountain of hair. He pushes you fully on your back, your hair falling back onto the wet concrete as he sees the peaceful look on your face -- along with some of the vomit still present on your chin. “Why does shit like this always happen to me?” Yoongi has an inquisitive look on his face as he looks around his surroundings, the cold air making his breath visible in front of him as he notices no one around the surrounding area. He could easily leave you right where you were, get in his car and just get the hell out of there. Another part of him is telling him to at least move you to the sidewalk, to the ‘nice’ and ‘comfortable looking garbage so that you at least don’t get used as a speed bump. 

And yet, something in his consciousness tells him that he was human not too long ago and while you were rude to him… he couldn’t just leave you to rot in the middle of nowhere. He had no idea where you had appeared from and as he gently patted the pockets of your jacket he could tell you didn’t have a cellphone or anything he could call your loved ones with. He could always call the police, but he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to explain the scene in front of him or how long they would take to actually get there. 

“Mom…” He hears you mumble in your deep sleep. 

“Hey..Wake up. You can’t stay here…” Yoongi tries one more time and as you offer no more words, he finally makes up his mind. He unbuttons his silk jacket, moving to place it on your legs before he moves his arms beneath your knees and your shoulders. “Damn, could you be any heavier?” He complains, adjusting you as best he could in your arms before moving back towards his vehicle. He struggles with opening the back door as he tries to not drop you, he ends up using his leg as he hooks his foot onto the handle and struggles to open it. Succeeding after a few minutes, finally placing you into the back seat. He steps away, making sure all of your limbs were inside the car before he slams the door—  hoping that it would wake you up and you could go on your merry way, but as he watches your unmoving body still sleeping in his back seat he knows that it was a futile attempt. 

“Fucking…..” He grumbles in annoyance as he skips over the vomit on the asphalt, getting into his car and driving off. 

Chapter Two

The sweaty and bloody man kept trying to crawl away from his assailant, but to no avail. Hoseok's steel-glazed eyes run over him, badly injured, coughing up blood, heavily breathing on the floor. The man in front of him was too badly injured and heavily breathing on the floor – blood being coughed out of his lungs.  Hoseok tilts his head to the side, putting the lit cigarette to his lips as he took another long drag. He had a headache from listening to the man in front of him scream for mercy as Namjoon made the man in the floor beg for his life.

He lets out the smoke from his lungs, throwing the half gone cigarette to the ground before stepping on it with his eight hundred dollar designer shoes. He takes slow deliberate steps, the sound of his shoes echoing in the empty cement room in one of the many buildings that he owned.

"Please!"  the man groaned as Namjoon's shoe connected with his back, putting more pressure on the poor man's upper spine – making him lay flat on the ground as Hoseok stood in front of him. A smirk adorning his devilish face. He takes his hands out of his expensive Armani suit, kneeling down in front of the man with a smirk on his face. He tilts his head to the side as he tries to get a better look at the sweaty man’s face. “Where’s my fucking money?” He calmly asks again, the killer look in his eyes never wavering.

"I'll tell you everything I know, I'll — I will pay you back. I just need more time!"  he said with a groan as Namjoon puts even more pressure on his body.  Hoseok smile watches away, a bored expression now adorning his face as he stands up once again. His foot stepping on the man’s left hand – the sound of cracking filling the room.

They all make promises they can't keep when they're in a life or death situation. He never understood why people thought he would go to the worst case scenario, sure he’d tough them up a little but he would never kill someone who owed him money. Then he would never get his money back.

If only they could cooperate from the very beginning, they could've avoided so much pain and suffering and he could’ve avoided getting blood all over his shoes.

Namjoon watches with a stoic face as the man starts squirming from under his leather boot, trying to make one last escape even though his body couldn’t go any further. Namjoon had malice in his eyes, he wanted to finish the job he was given and as a man who loves his job, every mission that he is given he carries it out, without any problems. But on special cases like these, Hoseok took extra care of their guests – meaning some of them would get to live another day.

"What makes you think I want to know now?"  Hoseok said to the man as he stood up from the metal desk he was once leaning against.  Walking towards the injured man, before squatting down in front of him, tilting his head sideways as a smirk started to spread across his face.  "You've had plenty of time and yet you kept taking resources and money” Clicking his tongue, he continued, "and yet, you still haven't given anything back. You were just wasting my time and my money.”

"Now what do you think the others will think of me if I can't even control little weasels like you?"  He said as he rubbed at his chin, chuckling to himself. His hand grabbing onto the bloodied man’s hair before pulling it to look up at him. His nose was gushing and his left eye was swollen shut – Namjoon really didn’t hold back.

Hoseok looks up at Namjoon, a serious expression now replacing the relaxed and happy one, "Hold his hand steady" Hoseok’s deep voice sending chills down the man’s spine.

The man beneath him screams as Namjoon steps away from him and kneels down beside him before pulling his hand forward. Namjoon had placed his other foot on his wrist, crushing it down and keeping it from moving even an inch out of place. "Some people might call what you did to me, stealing.”

Hoseok smirks, a sense of power running through his veins as he sees the man before him tremble in fear – muttering and begging for another chance. "Do you know what we do to thieves around here?"

He doesn’t wait for an answer; he didn’t need one as he nods his head to Namjoon, walking over to the metal desk he was leaning against before pulling out the ringing phone from  the pocket of his jacket.

Hoseok was never that ruthless growing up, he didn’t find any joy or excitement in torturing other people. He wasn’t disgusted by it either, he just found that being seen as a hard tempered asshole who didn’t give a lot of second chances, works in this kind of business. So, he stuck with it – much to other people’s dismay.

Namjoon chuckles playfully like a kid on Christmas morning as he pulls out a pocket knife from his bag on the floor.  He steps on the man’s hand, crushing it under his boot as he tries to hold the squirming hand steady.

Hoseok walks over to the door, no longer interested in the current situation as he heard the man’s last attempt at saving his fingers. "No! No! Wait, I'll get you your mon-” Hoseok looks at the name flashing on the screen as he heard a blood curdling scream behind him.

Hoseok walks out of the warehouse, a look of disinterest on his face as he presses his finger to the answer button. “Talk fast” he said as he looked around the dark and empty alley. "I'm busy.”

Club One was one of the hottest clubs in the city. It was highly exclusive for the rich and famous and they had a tendency of only allowing certain people in. Every night the line would go around the corner – filled with hopefuls of twenty-one year old women and men  hoping to gain access inside for just a few minutes.

The lines seem to start as early as four in the afternoon, people always with the hopes of actually getting to go inside and to meet the famous VIPs of the night. It was safe to say not many got to enjoy it. The club itself was a pool for rich, famous people – actors, singers, and the like would visit the club often. It was also most drugs and weapons deals would come to life.

It’s a cesspool of ‘classy’ one night stands, prostitutes and copious amounts of drugs. Not that it could ever be proved by the police or any federal agencies, which was the only reason the club was even still running.

Hoseok steps out of the shiny black Mercedes, his leather coat hugging his frame tightly as he makes his way past the line of people waiting to get in. He continues to walk past the guard, who upon laying eyes on the man removed the rope from the middle of the door in a quick motion. “Evening, Sir.” The bouncer at the door greets him with a bow.

Hoseok doesn’t waste time or breath on him as he continues to make his way into the club — his club.

His shoes echoing across the long hallway as the muffled music becomes louder and much more clearer. He steps out onto the dance floor— into the club filled with colorful lights and sweaty bodies grinding on top of each other as they move to the beat of the music.

Hoseok doesn’t stay long, making his way towards the VIP Section of the club, where he knew most of his men were waiting for his arrival. He walks into the room, heading straight for the make-shift bar on the other side of the room, pouring himself three fingers of whiskey before throwing his very expensive jacket on the back of the chair at his desk.

“Glad you all could make it” his gruff voice, taking a long sip of the drink in his hand. His hard eyes move across the room, taking in the three people he trusted the most with his life. “Report”

With that one word, Park Jimin straightens up his back as he clears his throat. He sits on the edge of the sofa, Hoseok’s eyes instantly meeting his second in command. “Two first-class shipments are arriving this week, by boat.”

“From who this time?” Hoseok sits on the edge of his desk, putting down the now empty glass beside him. “Some kid named Taehyung, word on the street is… he can get you pretty much anything you want and in the time that you need it. Seokjin recommended him.”

Seokjin’s eyes snap away from the window at the mention of his name— his mind finally entering into the conversation. He looks towards his boss, gulping as all eyes are on him. “Where did you find him?”

“Hasn’t been on the street that long, but he made quite a name for himself in the last two months.” Seokjin’s voice fills the silence as he walks towards one of the many couches in the room before taking a seat. “He is discreet in what he does, I’ll vouch for him.”

Kim Seokjin was the go-to man for everything. He knew who was who, where to be at the right time —he had connections everywhere, which was one of the main reasons Hoseok has welcomed him with open arms. A great weapon to have in his arsenal.

“If you say he’s as good as you say he is, then I’ll take your word for it. Just make sure none of it traces back to me or the club.” Hoseok says, a warning tone in his voice. “If he gets caught -“

“I know, I’ll handle it. Your name will never come up.” Seokjin interrupts him, tilting his glass towards the man in charge before throwing it all back. The hard drink bringing nothing but a burning sensation in his chest as he feels himself getting sleepier.

“What else?” Hoseok moves the subject on, wanting nothing more than to get this meeting over and done with. He wanted to go downstairs, dance a little bit, definitely drink a lot and find some piece of ass to take home tonight.

“There’s a new invitation to the Giraldi Charity Gala, could mean new business and a way to make you stand out more” Seokjin mentions, knowing how important it was for them to be welcomed into society.

“Add it to the calendar” Hoseok repeats in a bored tone, throwing his head bad against the chair as he puts his feet up on the wooden table in front of him. His expensive and shiny shoes scuff at the wood as he pulls out another cigarette.

“Is there anything interesting and exciting happening?” He asks into the room for anyone to answer. He was becoming bored with the day to day life he had. He definitely thought this would all be a little more exciting. Maybe he was just expecting it all to be more easy when he decided to veer down this road.

Hoseok was a boy filled with ambition and dreams of becoming someone in life, he just took that as a ‘any means necessary’ kind of way.

“Did I forget to mention the VIP for the night?” Seokjin smirks, remembering what had caught all of his attention by the window right before the meeting. As the events coordinator in Hoseok’s life he had to know who was who and who would make a good partner in the business.

Seokjin was definitely not expecting the daughter of one of the most elusive and well known men in the business to be shaking her ass in the middle of his boss’s club.

“Who is it this time?” Hoseok inquires with a bored tone. “Some politicians kid sniffing drugs off one of the stripper’s bodies again? Let me guess, another drunk guy partying a little too much?”

“(Y/N) Ucello.” Seokjin drops the name with a knowing smile painted on his face, “Saul Ucello’s daughter, is shaking her barely covered ass in the middle of your dance floor as we speak” he smirks as he noticed the younger man’s eyes pop open at the mention of your very familiar name. He had heard stories of your father— stories that would instill fear in anybody who heard them, but not to Hoseok. But no, Hoseok looked up at the man as if he were a hero.

Saul Ucello was the reason he was even in this business, he had never seen the man — but that still didn’t mean he didn’t think of this man as a role model.

“You’re kidding!” Hoseok yells as he stands up like an excited child on Christmas morning, almost tripping over his feet as he quickly sprints to the window. He had seen some photos of you before— an idea of what you looked like in real life and almost always candid pictures taken by random people hired by other companies. He mostly knew of you, but just like your father, you were a ghost in this side of the business.

Not a lot of people could get close enough to you. It was like a once in a lifetime opportunity was happening right before his eyes.

You had taken it upon yourself to stake out the man of the hour on your own. You hadn’t known if Hoseok was going to be showing up tonight, but after following him around the past week you wanted to at least have some fun in the process. Your hips continue to move to the beat as you feel strings of hair sticking to your neck.

You were a sweaty mess and you were having too much fun to really care. Your life had mostly consisted of all work and no play — you should be able to let lose at least once in a while.

You breathe out a heavy sigh as you take this chance between songs to move towards the crowded bar. The cool black surface feeling good under your forearms as you lean on top of the counter — waving your hand around as you try to flag down one of the bartenders on the other end of the busy bar.

“You have better luck jumping over the bar and getting the drink yourself.” A deep voice startles you as hot breath hits the back of your neck. You quickly turn around to see none other than the Jung Hoseok — purple silk shirt slightly unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his forearms as he reaches behind you. His body pressed softly against yours as his hand grasps the neck of one of the bottles left on the table, along with two glasses. He pours into one of them before sliding it across to you.

“Wouldn’t you get into trouble for that?” You smirk, grabbing onto the glass as you tilt its contents only to see whiskey shining back at you. “This is what someone would consider stealing, you know.” you decide to play along, smirking at the way he shrugs his shoulders in a nonchalant manner and pours into his own glass.

“I know the owner.” He replied nonchalantly, leaning in closer to you as he gives you a once over. Hoseok himself couldn’t believe that he was standing in front of royalty — the princess of the mafia in flesh and blood. He used to have thoughts about who you were in real life, what you look like and he was not disappointed.

“Now what is a girl like you doing here?” He asks, wondering where your usual bodyguards were hiding. Hoseok knew of your father and the way he raised his children, the way he managed to manipulate every single person around him and how he has committed every crime imaginable only to get away with it— the man was the king of crime and yet, nobody had ever met Saul Ucello in the flesh and lived to tell about it.

“And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?” You tilt your head to the side, glaring slightly at him.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong! I don’t mean anything by it” Hoseok quickly retracts himself, “I was just wondering what a girl with such powerful connections is doing out alone without any protection. Anyone could take advantage of that.” Hoseok jeers.

“You mean someone like you, Hoseok?” Your hand grips the drink in your hand — you have yet to take a sip as you lean your back against the bar. You and Hoseok hold eye contact, his side smirk widening as he realizes that you know exactly who he is. He couldn’t be happier.

“Why? Maybe I want to be taken advantage of.” You give him the once over, knowing that you wouldn’t have to pretend a lot with a man like him. Extensive stakeouts, following this man around for a week, watching him every minute like a hawk— you’d think you know what kind of girl he would like, seeing as he brought home a different one almost every week.

Something told you that under that bad boy exterior had to be a baby boy screaming to get out. Or he could switch into a dangerous and sexy dom. You were more than willing to find out.

“But I don’t think it’s you that I want.” You decided to play the ‘hard to get’ card, sure Yoongi wouldn’t like the approach because it would take more time, but you ran point on this case — Yoongi could suck it (or you, later.)

You watch as something flashes across his eyes before he his slamming his glass down, liquid sloshing  onto the black shiny counter. You don’t move an inch as he gets slightly closer to your face— you could feel his hot breath on your cheek, stinking of nothing but alcohol. “Careful. We wouldn’t want to cause a scene, would we?” You say, stopping him in his tracks.

You knew that you were playing with red hot fire — Hoseok was a very temperamental man, he didn’t like being told no and he certainly switched between aggressive and bright smiles very often. Very much like a very powerful child.

“You, Miss Ucello, have just started a very dangerous game. I don’t get denied what I want often.” Hoseok avows, eyebrows raising up in confusion as he only watches you scoff as you start to walk away. The urge to grab at your arm flows through him and leaves just as quickly, before frowning in your direction as he watches you walk away — eyes heavily trained on your ass as he watches you disappear into the crowd. Hoseok looks back up at the window to his office watching as the other guys lean against it, smiling at having seen the events that had just transpired. “Shut up” He mouths in their direction, grabbing onto the neck of the bottle he left on the counter before making his way towards the VIP area.

You were sitting on the sofa at the safe house, watching as Jungkook ran around setting up the computers and surveillance system. He kept mumbling to himself as he plugs in random cables — it was kind of adorable. You watched on as he scrambled here and there, connecting and booting up systems.

The cushion beside you dips as Taehyung takes a sit on it, having decided to eat your lunch at the safe house rather than at a crowded restaurant.  You watch as he picks up some fries from the table before shoving them in his mouth. His eyes following Jungkook’s every movement as he continues to run around like a headless chicken.

It was certainly more entertaining than anything that was on the television at the moment.

Jungkook might be excellent at his job, but whenever you went undercover as a team, he would always end up freaking out. He was a perfectionist. Everything needed to be laid out perfectly, nothing was to be out of place and he wasn’t going to rest until everything was exactly the way he wanted.

It wasn't a completely bad thing either, at least it helped with not getting killed in the heat of the moment. He always knew exactly what to do in a mission, behind the scenes that is and yet, he never really had enough confidence to go on one. You were sure that if he wanted to, he would excel in completing one without a hitch.

The best thing about your team was how each one was chosen for a specific reason — the adrenaline junkies like Taehyung and you were the ones on the field and the ones who liked living safely and 'not dying' — as Jungkook liked to describe it, stayed behind desks making sure that the field agents didn't die. It was a nice arrangement in the group and none of you had any complains about it.

"You know I could've finished a whole lot faster if I didn't have to lug all of this equipment up three flights of stairs all by myself" Jungkook huffed as he stood in front of the two of you, breathing heavily as he held a monitor in his hands. He glared as the two of you continued munching on your food, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"Nah, you're good” You say, taking another bite of you cheeseburger.

"You're doing great, buddy!"  Taehyung said as he threw a thumbs up his way. You watch as Jungkook rolls his eyes, walking back into the kitchen, placing the last monitor on the kitchen table. Probably cursing the both of you under his breath as his stomach grumbles at the thought of sitting down and eating what you had brought him.

"How long do you think it'll be before he keels over?" Taehyung ponders under his breath, taking a sip of his soda as he motions with his head to the sweaty and out of breath boy.

"I give him five minutes, tops" you reply, shoving another fry in your mouth.

"Really?" You watch as Taehyung tilts his head sideways. "It looks like his ready to pass out.”

You chuckle as you watch Jungkook put a hand to his side as he takes another deep breath. Maybe this was of the reasons Jungkook preferred surveillance over field work. That and the inability to maintain a conversation with a girl if she’s too close.

You look back at Taehyung, watching as he leaned back after placing his trash back into the paper bag. Rubbing his hand on his full stomach as he lazily eyes his surroundings.

It's been a month and a half since Taehyung had been off the radar. No contact with the outside world or to the agency for that matter; you’ve missed him, to say the least. He was more than likely being tested by Jung’s men. Even then, Taehyung acted as if he didn’t have a care in the world — as if he wasn’t really at risk of being gunned down in an empty warehouse.

Taehyung's first task had been completed during his month of absence. He was their new and improved delivery boy.

Jungkook on the other hand had been working on hacking into their security system — which also came with Hoseok’s social schedule. You could be aware of every and any even he would be attending for the next couple of months, mostly galas and charity events that would make him and his company look good.

You have made it your task to memorize such events, not really knowing when to insert yourself into his life. You stood up from the couch, letting out a deep breath as you made your way towards a sitting Jungkook.

You lean over his shoulder, not ignoring how the younger boy's breath hitch at how close you were standing. "How long will this take exactly?" you say, smirking as your breath hit his neck — watching goosebumps form on his arm.

"Uh, J-just a few s-seconds." Jungkook stutters slightly taking a deep breath, feeling himself tense as he noticed how close you were.

Taehyung stood up behind the both of you, arms crossed and chuckling to himself as he watches the younger boy become uncomfortable. He knew Jungkook was good with computers and making guy friends, but when it came to girls, he would either freeze up or run away. He just needed a little push. Not that you minded helping him out with any of that.

You smirk, leaning back as you stand next to your partner. You watch as Taehyung leans towards you, "How long are you going to keep torturing the poor boy?" he whispers.

"Until it stops being funny” You say as you watch Jungkook type away faster with you no longer anywhere near him.

"You are a horrible woman" Taehyung said as he looked at you up and down.

“That’s the sweetest thing you have ever said to me" You say as you hold your hand to your heart. "Thank you" you blink innocently at him.

"I'm in” You both turn to Jungkook in a flash — looking towards the once black monitors, now showing the long corridors and grand luxury on every corner that was known as the Jung Manor.

"So far we know that Hoseok hosts a charity event every year." Taehyung says, "Mostly uses this kind of events as covers for trades, to trafficking all kinds of things, you name it and he's done it."

"One of the many reasons he hasn't been caught yet” You say, "He's basically an outstanding member of society. Reminds me of a couple of people I used to know.”

"It's probably the best cover he could have, too.” Jungkook says, fascinated by the man. "He usually doesn't get involved in anything. Unless, it's a direct threat to his organization.”

"Even then, he always brings someone to do the dirty work instead. He has the money to do so." Taehyung says as he shrugs, hand moving to pick up the phone as it vibrates against the wooden table.

You watch as Taehyung checks his phone, taking a deep breath. "Seokjin texted, they want to move the meeting tonight.”

"You should probably get there as soon as possible then" Jungkook advises, “take the jacket on the sofa, the necklace in the front pocket has a tracking microchip in it. Just in case."

Taehyung nods, putting on the leather jacket, taking out the necklace as he walks past you. He shoves his new phone into his pocket.  He ruffles Jungkook’s hair like a big brother would— earning a shout of complaint from the younger, while throwing you a large smile your way as he walks out the front door.

It had been a few hours since Taehyung had left. He was now a blip on Jungkook’s computer being monitored by him.

You had retired back into the small living room, a laptop on top of your crossed legs as you continue on with your research. It was already well past two in the morning as you yawn and lazily click onto the next article about Jung Hoseok and his little corporation.

You tiredly glance over at Jungkook, watching as his wide eyes never leave the screen — continuing to take another gulp of his fourth energy drink. You should’ve told him to stop after his first one and force him to take a long ass nap. “You okay, Kookie?” Your voice rings out into the quiet room, startling the young man.

“Hm, oh yeah.. yup! I’m good!” Jungkook replies before turning back to the computer in front of him. You smile as you see him bite at his nails, making a note of yourself to hide his energy drinks before you leave.

The two of you jump as the sound of the front door being slammed open scares the two of you. It doesn’t take long until your picking up your gun and pointing it at the struggling intruder in front of you. You watch as he drops the bags in his hands, pulling off his hoodie as making you let out a deep breath and dropping your hand to your sides as you. “What the hell are you doing here?” You bark at him as you place your gun on the coffee table in front of you.

“I thought you guys could use some food” Yoongi defends himself, closing the door behind him as he picked up the bags he dropped earlier and moving them to the kitchen counter.

“Aren’t you supposed to be running an agency?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing as you watch the man in front of you. “As in, not here?”

“I thought you guys could use the help, and this is a high profile case. I need to be in the know 24/7” Yoongi shrugs throwing jungkook a snack from where he was standing. The younger morsa thanks in his direction before focusing back into his computer.

“We could call you with the updates.”

“No need, the assistant chief is in charge as of today and I am here until this case is over. Get used to it.”

The tone of his voice leaves no room for questions as he continues to unpack the bags in front of you. “Why don’t you get some sleep, you’re going in tomorrow.”

You don’t say anything else as you move to shut your laptop. You grab your things as you head into the bedroom, dropping into one of the cots that had been recently set up. You grit your teeth as you listen to their conversation, knowing damn well that Yoongi was here for one reason only.

“You must be Taehyung” Jimin’s voice rings put into the empty warehouse. His eyes look at the man in front of him with wariness as the other stands in the middle with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He wasn’t one to meet with people he had no connections too, but the man came highly recommended. “Good to know you’re punctual” He says more to himself than anything else, moving to stand in front of him.

Taehyung looks at the small, familiar man, taking a deep breath in. He did not want to be awake at three in the morning, especially when it was starting to get colder outside.

“Yeah…” he slowly eyes the duffel bag in the man’s hands. “Jimin?” Taehyung’s eyes move to the men standing behind Jimin, “and friends.”

“They’re just here to do the heavy lifting, don’t mind them.” Jimin assures him, only making the younger man before him even more weary. “Well they weren’t exactly part of the deal”

“They are now” Jimin insists, rolling his eyes as the man before him glares. “Where’s my shit?”

“Where’s my money?” Taehyung smirks, feeling the other man getting more and more annoyed. He watches as Jimin’s jaw tightens, eyes rolling as motions for on of the man in the back to come forward. Taehyung warily looks at him before a bag is being thrown in his direction. It stops a few feet away from his boot covered feet.

“You can count it if you like, it’s all there. The Boss always keeps his word” Jimin reassured him, scratching at his chin as he looks around the warehouse. “Now, where’s my shit?”

Taehyung takes a lone key out of his pocket before throwing it in Jimin’s direction, watching as the other man catches it with ease. “Container 256” He says, grabbing the bag on the floor. He quickly checks its content, making sure it was all there before he swings the bag over his shoulder. “Pleasure doing business with ya” He adds, saluting Jimin as he backs out of the warehouse.

“My shit better be there, or I’m hunting you down!” Jimin yells one last time, watching the figure retreat into darkness. He throws the keys to one of the men closest to him, gesturing for him to go find said containers.