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Mr and Mrs Liars Chapter 14

Chapter 13 Warning: Mention of suicide ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Jake POV* While I'm driving, MC keeps quiet. She absorbed in her thoughts. When I take a quick look at her, I can see that her eyes don't even seem to be on the road. Schneider... That surname doesn't sound familiar to me at all, it wasn't on my corrupt list, and so MC's attitude towards him must be something personal. I hate that she's like this. It doesn't go with her. This case is affecting her even though she doesn't want to say it. I'd love to know what she's thinking right now. I stray out of the way home, wanting to cheer her up a bit. “Jake, this way it doesn't go to the apartment." "I've decided we could eat out." “What?” She lets out a slack laugh “Are you serious? How busy are we?" "Trust me, you're going to like it." "Alright.” I smile, hoping she likes the surprise. Before parking, I stop in front of a Chinese restaurant. It's not fancy, but, it's something I owed her a long time ago. “How about we eat here?” I asked her, watching her look curiously leaning out the window. “Really, Jake?” she asks me, with a nervous laugh “here?” “I once promised to take you to a Chinese restaurant, how can I not do it now as an apology after all these years?” She puts a hand to her forehead, shaking her head. I can't stop watching her, see how surprised she is. “Okay, you win.” she finally gives up, with a sigh. "A break will do you good." “Said the one who hasn't slept.” I shake my head letting out a smirk. Always worrying that me to rest well. It wasn't a five star place, but I think it's fine for us. Although we stand out quite a bit with our outfit. After ordering the food, I see her again looking out the window. I have to distract her so she doesn't think about the case now. It is a dead time for both of us. "Why don't you tell me what you've been up to these years?" I ask, calling her attention “For example, how was Phil's proposal for a hand?" “You don't want to hear how Phil proposed to me, Jake.” she says, raising an eyebrow. "Of course I do." I crossed my arms across the table. “Now I’m your friend and I’m interested in knowing what has happened to your life. Is it bad? ” She sits better in the chair, fixing her hair. She almost looks like she's thinking about how to start telling me. "He did it classically.” "Phil? Classic?” I watch as she rolls his eyes as I laugh "did he really kneel?” "And in public." "Well, I wasn't expecting that." "But unlike saying yes the first time, when he asked me out, I made it more difficult for him by refusing to go out with him the four times he asked me." A smile escapes me as I imagine MC refusing to date Phil those four times. In part, I'm proud because I'm sure it was because of me that she didn't want to go out with him. "Four times? Are we talking about the same Phil who was said to be a womanizer?” I can't help but think he amazes me how eager he was to go out with her. "I wanted to see if he was really interested in me or he just wanted one night with me." She crosses her arms across the table as well, leaning in with a mischievous smile. "You did well to put that test on him,” I imitate her, proud of her, admiring her smile[CM1] "it's better to be sure than to launch yourself.” "You should have seen the messages from him desperate." she laughs, only to realize what she said.If I had seen those messages, I don't think I would have liked it at the time. They bring us our food and MC looks at me, doubtful. "You didn't bring me here only to make up for your promise six years ago, did you?" she asks me, starting to eat. "I was concerned about how meeting that man before we left the police station affected you," I open up to avoid any more lies between us. "I felt like you needed a break from the investigation." "Are you going to ask me how I know him?" "Not if you don't want to talk about him." She twists her mouth in doubt.She eats a bit, still with that otherworldly expression on her face. I decide to eat, not wanting to overwhelm her. When she want to talk, then I will listen. The second plate is brought to us and she pushes it away, looking at me. "Manfred Schneider, he was my father's boss," MC replies, with a rather harsh tone. "Instead of helping us cover up the fact that I was helping in some cases, he decided to give us an ultimatum: either stop collaborating with them or have my father hand over the badge and the gun." "Only because of a case that couldn't be solved?" I ask surprised, noticing how tense she was. "When I found out, it was the spark that made me move away from the investigations. The fear that my father could be fired because of me and the scandal that could happen by then." The fear in her eyes gives her away. That man had taken part of her life from her at that time for fear that her father could lose everything. Scaring a teenager with that must be easy. "But it was also made public that the police were receiving help." I remind her from what she told me and she sighs. "Many things were coming to light which made the situation more complicated…" “Until the day of the Lilly video.” "The people around me who knew part of the story suspected me thinking that it was an opportunity to redeem myself and that I was crazy for kidnapping someone to believe that I could find out easily.” she twists her lips into a smile, letting out a laugh "Good thing I tried to handle it the best I could and make them understand that this was not true.” “It was crazy that time,” I comment, remembering when I had to leave her alone for a while working it out with Lilly “I didn't think something like that could happen. I don't know how many times I'm going to have to apologize for what happened. I had to leave you alone. ” "You don't have to apologize." she smiles kindly and makes me want to hold that image in my head. "I always trusted you. For me, I always knew that you would return.” "And not just because of Hannah's kidnapping." I return her smile, fixing my eyes on her. “Not just for Hannah.” I look at her hand so close to mine, that I only think about being able to brush my fingers with hers and apologize again, with a ‘That will never happen to you again now that I won't leave’. She squeezes her hand and sometimes relaxes it. I wonder what she's thinking. At least the silence between the two isn't awkward. We both know what we mean. We searched for our hands and I get to notice the tips of her fingers. But her cell phone interrupts us and we quickly push our hands away. "It's Peter." she replies, what seemed to be that she was reading "He says to meet us after his end of the day. " "Looks like he's going to talk." "Yeah..." "Are you prepared?" She quickly replies to the message as she nods at me. “He just sent me his address, too,” she says without taking her eyes off her cell phone. "He says that the checkout time for his is at eight.” "We'll have time to get ready then," I answered, looking at the clock on my cell phone "we're too elegant, we'd draw attention." “Right,” she looks at herself and makes a face, “it's better not to…” She picks up her conversation with Peter and frowns. “He says that you go too." “I was thinking of accompanying you so as not to leave you alone, but it's interesting that he mentioned me." “He'll want to talk to us about the case at his house, it must be safer." She puts the phone away and begins to eat the second course. I’m very curious what Peter Hammer has to tell us. The files on cell phone can wait. As soon as we left the restaurant, we received a message from the chat group for both of us.We look at each other when we see their concern for us. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dan And well? How are you doing? Cleo Have you already uncovered any smugglers? Thomas Because it's not fair that Lilly, Hannah and Jessy talk to you but you push us away MC Sorry guys we've been busy 🙏 Jake If we spoke to them it was at a time of rest. Besides, we've just started your investigation. Jessica We just hope you finish soon 😩 here at Duskwood everyone is asking about you MC, we try not to let anyone think you left Phil MC Haha, I'd never do something like that 😝 Lilly But everything is fine, right? You won't be in danger 😢 Jake It's all under control. Hanna I hope you are right We don't stop worrying about you Dan You mean yourself, I at least get my break from my second boss MC Hey, I treat you more gently than Phil 😤 Dan When he's not looking Jessica 🤭 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I look up from my cell phone seeing her laugh at the conversation. I want to be able to finish this soon so she can go back to her normal life. That she doesn't have to be afraid. "Everything okay, Jake?" She asks me, in a sweet voice. "I was wondering if you're really that scary when you're at the bar." I lie, not wanting to worry her with my thoughts of her. "Dan exaggerates, although I do get tougher with clients who cross the line," she smiles mischievously. "I'm pretty good at negotiating their… Silence." "Remind me never managed to get you angry.” "You'd better, Jake Miller…" I laugh seeing how she points at me accusingly. She knows how to make me smile. *MC POV* I hadn't told Jake that the way Peter wrote to me was very direct and quick. I suspect someone was watching what he was doing at the time. I hope to finally get answers. I change into my comfortable clothes again, along with my black hoodie. I should point out that I should have special clothes for investigations instead of wearing this one, since it's for another use. Maybe I'm too controlling with my clothes? Maybe I'm weird... <<What a thought you're having right now, MC…>> I try to keep my mind occupied before going into professional mode. "MC! Are you ready?!” Jake calls me from downstairs. "I’m going now down!" I pick up my phone, checking Peter's messages. It is the moment of truth. Going downstairs, Jake hands me a black face mask, his gaze serious. "Is it necessary?" I ask, making an annoyed face. "A few years ago you would have worn one, don't complain." "A few years ago the issue was different." I accept the mask. I'd better put it on when we're downstairs or we'll attract attention in the building "I'm scared to think they might be watching him.” "That's why I'm doing it for your own good." He opens the front door and adds something else. "We are not going by car either, it would not be safe for them to recognize it too." "Understood. So we move the legs a little bit." "If you can keep up with me." "Are you calling me 'short legs'?" "Never." "I'll pretend you're telling me the truth..." He lets out a nice laugh when I hears it. It’s makes me happy that we can get along like this. The journey is quite long, we even have to take the subway to get to his apartment. I look at Jake who seems to be looking everywhere, paranoid about the people around us.Maybe if I distract him a bit, he'll forget about that irrational fear. "What are you going to do after this?" I ask curious. He looks at me and blinks thoughtfully. "I guess working at my new position." "Isn't there anything you want to do after your freedom?" He puts his hand to his chin, concentrating. "I don't have any reason anymore, but maybe sometimes I'd stop by Duskwood to see my sisters.” "And to your new friends." I see how he smiles through his eyes and sighs. "Yes, that too." "Because what I don't want is to never see you again…" I murmur more to myself. "Yeah, me neither." We remain silent listening to the different conversations on the subway. I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have... We arrive at the building. It's a bit old, but still stands up. I look at my phone for the floor number and we go inside. At the moment we don’t meet anyone in the corridors, we are lucky. “Door 5th B,” I remind Jake, reaching for the door. What surprises us is to see that it is a bit open. "MC, stay-" “Peter!" I lower my mask entering the apartment, worried. "MC, WAIT!" I ignore Jake. I do not like this. The scene in the living room froze me completely. *Jake POV* After a few seconds I hear MC's scream after having been watching that there was no one near the floor. That scream scared me. "MC!" I see her on the floor crying, putting a hand to her mouth. Seeing what she was seeing, I could understand her. Peter was hanging from the ceiling, his eyes rolling. I approach MC and help her up, forcing her to look at me. "MC, look at me." I caressed her face turning her back to her body, preventing her from seeing him "Calm down." "How can I calm down?!" She yells at me nervously, "Peter is-" "I know, but right now we can't stand out." I hate being so cold right now, but I'm worried about her and her seeing this scene. "Left the apartment and watched, I took it upon myself to look for any clue as to why he did this." "Why did he do this to me?" she asks without stopping crying. "Why did he make me watch this scene?" "MC…" Right now, she can't think straight. She is not the girl who analyzes the environment. She's the scared girl "We can talk about it later, but I need you to get out of here now, I don't want you to keep seeing this, okay? I'll be with you soon." She nods hugging herself, walking slowly towards the door. I don't like this scenario at all. It gives me a horrible feeling. He is pale and his lips are blue. I'm no expert, but I don't think he's been dead very long, but I'm not a forensic enough to know. "His hand..." I notice that his right hand is tightly closed. It must contain something important. Luckily I have my gloves to open it. With rigor mortis, it's hard for me to move his fingers, but I do it by pulling out a piece of paper. And I worry when I read it. "It's MC's full name." I say with concern. This is getting worse. "Sir, don't worry, a patrol is already going to his house," I hear from the pocket of his jacket. "Stay on the phone, we'll try to help you.” << Shit! >> I put the paper away and run to the exit looking for MC, worried. “Have you found anything?” She asks me, still crying. "We have to go now." "What? Jake, what did you find?" "At home, not here." We head to the stairs, but we hear footsteps of several people. "Quick! I think I heard something!" says a man. I lean out a bit. They are cops. "MC, up now!" "Jake! What's going on?!" "Save the questions for later! To the roof! Now!" I grabbed her hand pulling her, running. "I hear footsteps going up!” We hear from below. "Jake!" MC yells at me, worried. "Continue!” I push open the door, knocking it down, and running non-stop. Accustomed and without thinking, I jump to the next building, hopefully, I support myself on the ground like a cat. Good thing I haven't forgotten how it was done. I turn to see MC, who is scared. “MC, jump!” I exclaimed, nervous that she might get arrested. “I can't! I've never done anything like this!” she exclaims in fear. I see how her legs shake. She looks down and leans back “No, no…. I'm going to fall if I jump.” "Look at me," I try to speak as calmly as possible, drawing her attention. “I'm not going to let you fall, I'll catch you in time. Trust me.” "But-" "I'm not going to let you fall," we hear the screams coming from inside the building and I extend my hand "ever." I see her doubting, looking back waiting for them to appear. She looks back at me and frowns, nodding. "Okay, I trust you." She squeezes her fists tight, leaning back to catch a run. I move a little closer to the edge in case I don't make it to the floor of the building. She runs as fast as she can and when she reaches the edge, she jumps. I manage to catch her holding her hands and she starts to cry now for fear that I won't be able to get a good grip. "I got you." "Put me up! Pull me up please!” she yells as I pull her up. Once I puts her feet on the ground, she hugs me tight crying. I put her hood on, giving her a kiss on her forehead. "You've done well, you've been very brave." I tried to encourage her, wiping her tears from her face. "I want to go home... Let's go Jake..." she tells me, still crying. "Yeah, let's go." She hugs me and we open the door to the roof. We so lucky it can be opened from the outside without the need for a key. The subway is still a bit empty, so we manage to sit down, hoping that we can relax our bodies. I notice how MC trembles in my arms, without looking up. It's the first time I've seen her so scared, was that how she felt when she saw those video calls from the past? If that's the case, I hate myself that I still puts her in these situations. "I'm with you, MC," I whispered, kissing her forehead again. "Don't worry, get some rest, I'll let you know when we arrive." She nods slowly, though she doesn't seem able to close her eyes, still shocked, squeezing me tight. This was not how I wanted our day to end. Chapter 15

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agustdakasuga · 10 months

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The Way Of A Criminal: Chapter 4

Genre: Mafia!AU, Criminal!AU, Angst, Romance

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Story warning(s): This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed/gore, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking and gambling. This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. Please read at your own discretion.

Instead of dealing with all this head on, you avoided it. You put everything aside and went on with life, spending all your time doing work, studying and doing your university projects.

Wonwoo noticed this and decided to invite you for a night out. Just a chill night with some drinks. Usually, you would decline, which is why Wonwoo has never invited you out. But you could use the distraction. Maybe being out of the house was good.

DING DONG

“Coming!” You ran down, fixing your earring. You didn’t really know how to dress for a night out like this so you picked a random dress. It was a dark blue, crushed velvet cocktail dress.

“Come on in.” You opened the door for him. Wonwoo smiled, bowing before removing his shoes to come in.

“This dress isn’t really motorcycle friendly, is it?” You let out an awkward laugh, going into the kitchen to get your phone that you left there to charge.

“I didn’t ride my bike since we might drink. I’ll call a cab.” Wonwoo said. He just stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do since it was the first time he was in your house.

“(y/n)?” Wonwoo suddenly called your name, stopping you in your tracks.

“You look great.” He smiled softly.

“Oh... Thank you.” You felt your cheeks heat up at his sudden compliment. He held out a hand to support you as you wore your shoes. After locking up the house, he escorted you to the cab that was waiting for you. And of course, Wonwoo opened the door for you to get in first, being the gentleman that he is. The car ride was silent.

“C-Can I ask you something?” Wonwoo threaded lightly. You hummed, nodding your head.

“I know you like your privacy and I shouldn’t pry but there were this rumours and pictures floating around about some expensive sports car and handsome guy picking you up. Is he one of them?” He asked nervously.

“If by ‘one of them’, you mean my father’s... employees. Yes, he is... or was. There are 7 of them.” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“Are they bothering you?”

“Can we not talk about this anymore? I just don’t want to have to think about it for a few minutes.” That came out a lot harsher and colder than you expected. But Wonwoo didn’t react.

“Sorry. I’m...” You sighed, not really knowing how to piece your words together anymore.

“I understand. Don’t worry about it. I didn’t mean to pry.” Wonwoo smiled comfortingly. Thankfully for you, the cab stopped outside the club. You looked at the long line outside that didn’t seem to be moving,

“Don’t look so worried. My friend put our name on the list so we can just walk in.” Wonwoo laughed. You both got out and he grasped your hand, giving your names to the bouncer. You were so stunned by his action that you just followed him without a word, letting him lead you.

“There’s a table there.” Wonwoo said in your ear on top of the loud music. You were still shocked that he was holding your hand that you just followed him.

“Phew, it’s crowded.” You said, casually pulling your hand away to check if you dropped anything from your bag.

“Yeah, that’s what you get for being here on a Friday night.” He chuckled. You stood at the table while Wonwoo went to get drinks at the bar. The standing table was thankfully at the side of the bar, which meant less people.

“Relax, you’re here to have fun.” You told yourself.

“Here.” Wonwoo got himself a beer and got you a cocktail. It was a nice refreshing drink with flavoured soju as the alcohol.

“Let me know how much everything is tonight and we’ll split the cost.” You told him as you took a sip.

“It’s okay, (y/n). It’s my treat, just enjoy yourself.” Wonwoo smiled. He clinked his glass with yours. Although this wasn’t your exact idea of relaxing, you were glad that the noise and the crowd made the place too loud that you didn’t need to start sharing your feelings. Wonwoo was a good friend but you just weren’t used to sharing so much about yourself with others.

After some drinks, you excused yourself to go to the toilet. But of course, there was a line. About 15 minutes went by without the line moving. You were about to give up when someone grabbed your wrist.

“(y/n) sshi?” You looked at the familiar face.

“Oh... Uh...”

“Yoongi.” He said, letting you go. You nodded your head. Other people in the line now had their attention on you and Yoongi.

“Come.” He nodded over to follow him. You didn’t know why you just went along, not even asking why he wanted you to go with him. You came before a staircase with two guards. But they parted ways upon seeing Yoongi.

“Sir.” They bowed respectfully as Yoongi cooly walked up, hands tucked into his pockets. You quickly bowed your heads back to the guards and caught up to Yoongi.

“You can use this bathroom instead. It’s cleaner and safer.” Yoongi stopped before a door.

“A-Are you sure?”

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have went down to fish you out of the crowd. Take all the time you need. This is our own private bathroom so no one else is allowed to use it.” He explained. You nodded, bowing gratefully to him before entering the restroom.

The bathroom was a lot more opulent and grand, with black granite and gold trims. Like Yoongi said, it was very clean, unlike a usual club bathroom. It was definitely a boys bathroom with urinals but you just used one of the stalls.

“Hyung, why can’t I use the bathroom? I really need to go!” You heard voices outside as you were washing your hands.

“Only the 7 of us use it anyway. Unless... Do you have a secret guest in there?!” The person talking to Yoongi gasped as if he just uncovered something scandalous.

“Watch your mouth.” You heard Yoongi threaten.

“Sorry, I’m done.” You opened the door. But you didn’t expect Yoongi to be standing so close that you ended up bumping into his back.

“Oh, no wonder hyung was guarding the bathroom.” The male said. He didn’t mind you and just brushed past to use the bathroom. Yoongi moved you away from the bathroom door, not wanting you to accidentally get hit.

“Thank you. Is it okay if I just stay here for a few more minutes? You can go back to what you were doing before.” You asked timidly. Yoongi took one look at you and nodded. You didn’t need to tell him anything for him to know what you were thinking. The club was getting overwhelming. Yoongi never really liked coming too unless his brothers make him.

“Why did you come if you don’t like it?”

“A friend brought me here as a distraction. Plus, I’ve never really come to a club before.” You replied. Yoongi nodded his head.

“You don’t need to stay and accompany me. I’ll go back down in a bit.” You said.

“It’s okay.” He leaned against the opposite wall. You took your phone out to send Wonwoo a text, assuring him that you were safe and that he could go home first. But you didn’t tell him where you were and who you were with.

“Actually... I wanted to apologise. My brothers told me I shouldn’t have offered you a smoke the other time. I just thought it would help.” Yoongi looked at you.

“It’s fine. I honestly didn’t think too much about it. There were other things to think about.” You shook your head.

“Understandable. I’m sure you have your fair share of confusion and questions that come along with it. This is just the start.” Yoongi said. You didn’t let his straightforward tone faze you, nodding your head glumly.

“Well, I should go. Thanks for letting me hang here.” You straightened up.

“No worries. I’ll walk you down.” Yoongi followed suit. You walked behind him, not sure of the way to the exit. With your insistence, Wonwoo had gone home on his own. You did feel bad for abandoning him when he was the one that invited you out but you also didn’t want him to wait.

“Do you have a ride home?” Yoongi asked.

“I told my friend to go home first so I guess I can get a cab home.” You waved him off, getting your phone out. But Yoongi stopped you, his hand grasping your phone and covering the screen.

“It’s not safe and cheap to get a cab from here at this time. I drank a little so I shouldn’t drive. Hang on.” Yoongi waved over one of the bouncers.

“Use the company car and send her home then report back.” Yoongi ordered.

“Yoongi sshi, it’s really okay.”

“Get the address from her and make sure you see her entering the house before coming back.” Yoongi ignored you. The bouncer nodded and bowed, running off the get the car.

“(y/n) sshi, hyung.” You both turned to see Taehyung jogging over. He had a big, square-ish grin as he waved.

“Jimin said you were here and that Yoongi hyung was with you. Are you driving her home, hyung?” Taehyung tilted his head.

“I drank. So was gonna get one of the workers to drive her back.” Yoongi explained, standing back as he lit a cigarette to smoke. Taehyung nodded his head.

“I’ll drive you home. I didn’t drink since I am the designated driver tonight. Bring my car instead.” Taehyung called out. The worker bowed and ran back into the club. Yoongi decided to go in first after his cigarette was done, not liking being out in the cold. He shot you a nod while you bowed gratefully to him. While waiting, Taehyung put his jacket over your shoulders.

“Did you come alone?” Taehyung asked.

“No... I came with a friend but I abandoned him. Yoongi sshi was kind enough to let me hang out in the quiet area. So I told my friend to go home first.” You said. You didn’t know why you were explaining so much to him.

“This isn’t you scene, is it?” He teased. You pursed your lips and shook your head. The noise and the crowd just wasn’t comfortable.

“Sir.” The car stopped right in front of you. The worker came out, bowing and passing Taehyung’s keys to him.

“Here you go. Watch your head.” Taehyung opened the car door for you to enter. You sat inside, keeping the sides of his jacket close to you so it wouldn’t get caught in the door.

Taehyung confirmed your address before starting to drive. One hand held his head, elbow resting on the door next to him while the other hand was on the steering wheel. During the quiet ride, you fiddled with the hem of the dress, pulling it down every now and then.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

“No, I’m good. Thank you.” You replied softly. With your head leaning against the headrest, you looked out the window. The only reason you would be out this late usually was because you were working.

“Thanks for dropping me off again.” You said as Taehyung pulled up outside of your house.

“Any time.” Taehyung smiled. You unbluckled your seatbelt and got out of the car. But before you could walk further, Taehyung rolled down the window.

“Goodnight, (y/n)!”

“G-Goodnight, Taehyung sshi.” A small smile formed on your lips as you bowed your head and entered the house. Like the other day, Taehyung only drove off after he was sure you had entered the house.

Only after you entered the house and you heard Taehyung drive off, that you realised you had forgotten the return him his jacket. You removed it carefully, as if any movement would cause it to tear like tissue. You inspected it, trying to figure out if you should wash it on your own, and risk ruining the expensive material, or just send it for dry cleaning.

“Hi, Wonwoo. Did you make it home safe?”

“Oh, (y/n). Yes, I am home. I went home after you sent me that text. Are you alright? You scared me.”

“Yes, I am alright. I just found a quiet space to chill for a while so I didn’t want you to wait for me. I just got home. Sorry for ruining the night. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” You said, putting your shoes away.

“Don’t say that, (y/n). I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy yourself.”

“I did enjoy myself, Wonwoo. Thank you for bringing me out to feel better.” You laughed. After wishing each other good night, you hung up.

You took a shower and was feeling peckish so you made yourself some ramyeon. There was always ramyeon in the kitchen for when you or your mother needed a late night snack after working.

“I’ll have to drop the jacket off at the dry cleaners tomorrow.” You groaned tiredly, looking at the blazer that rested over the back of the chair.

Hoseok was one of the first ones to wake up. After a day of working and a night of drinking, the boys all usually slept in during the weekends. The moment his foot touched the bottom of the stairs, a maid ran over to him, bowing her head in fear.

“What is it?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Your workers are here, sir. They said that it is important for you to see them immediately.” She relayed timidly, afraid of making him angry.

“Send them in. And get my breakfast.” Hoseok shooed her away before shuffling to the dining room. Like any other normal person, he didn’t like having to work on the weekends.

“Good morning, Boss.” The 3 men put the crate that they were carrying down and bowed to Hoseok.

“This better be important for you to be here on a Saturday morning.” Hoseok said, not even looking up at them. He was more focused on the tray of food that the butler had placed down in front of him.

“The shipment is here early. We thought you would want to check it right away.” One of the men informed. Hoseok put his napkin on the table and stood up.

“Show me.” He commanded as he walked over. The men opened the box, revealing the contents inside.

“Very nice...” He picked up one of the items.

“Business on a Saturday morning, Hobah?” Yoongi came in. Hoseok’s workers bowed upon seeing the pale man enter the dining room. But of course, he didn’t even spare them a glance. He sat down in his allocated seat, waiting for the staff to serve him his breakfast. His breakfast was usually an iced coffee then his food 20 minutes later.

“Can’t help it, hyung. You want the best, you’ve got to work when others aren’t.” Hoseok laughed while Yoongi snorted at his comment. He placed the items back into the crate.

“Leave this here. I’ll show the others to see what they think. Good work. We’ll discuss the rest on Monday.” Hoseok said.

“Of course, boss. Have a nice weekend.” The 3 bowed, moving the crate to the side of the room before leaving the mansion. Hoseok took his seat across Yoongi.

“So hyung, I heard you had a little moment with the girl.” Hoseok asked.

“What moment?” Yoongi asked back, no emotion on his face as he sipped the last bit of his coffee.

“Jimin said you loyally guarded the door for her as she used our toilet. Even stayed with her in the hallway after to comfort her.” He explained. Yoongi rolled his eyes, his brothers really needed better things to talk about.

“I saw her the moment she entered, I’m surprised you guys didn’t considering how high our booth is. She needed to use a toilet and the queue was insane so I offered her to use ours. And I wasn’t comforting her, she needed a quiet place and I stayed with her. That’s all.” Yoongi explained.

“Well, that’s a lot more interaction than what the rest have got. Looks like she’ll warm up to you first.” Hoseok said.

“No, she’ll warm up to Taehyung first. He was the one that sent her home.” Yoongi dug into his food on the tray that the butler brought him. Hoseok hummed but couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him.

“What’s Hobi laughing about?” Namjoon came in. He had been awake for a while, opting to sit in his room to read the newspaper rather than come downstairs right away.

“No idea.” Yoongi replied, putting a chopstick of rice into his mouth.

“Ah, seriously, Hobi. I thought we established that we are not going to bring work into the dining room?” Namjoon tsked at the crate in the room.

“It’s fine, Namjoon ah. I’ll move it after breakfast. The boys needed me to inspect the goods, that’s all. Even risked bothering me on a Saturday to do it.” Hoseok waved the leader off. Namjoon shook his head with a sigh.

“Bring my breakfast.” He ordered as he took his seat at the head of the table. The butler bowed and left.

“I’m done. Going back to sleep.” Yoongi stood up and shuffled out of the room. The weekend was for Yoongi to catch up on sleep, it was normal to not see him for the entirety of the two days because he was just sleeping or resting in bed. Jin and Taehyung were the last ones that had breakfast. Jungkook and Jimin would sleep in until dinner time.

“Here. Take what is yours and leave the rest. I told you I would get things done.” Jin dropped the stack of files on the table. Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung shrugged, going through the pile to retrieve their things.

“So, hyung, did you find out anymore information about (y/n) when you did your stalking?” Taehyung asked.

“Yah, Taehyung! That was supposed to be confidential.” Jin hissed at the younger exposing him to the rest. However, the younger just shrugged.

“You’re running a check on her?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not running a check on her... Well, at least not the background checks I usually do. I just wanted to find out about her to maybe try to connect with her in some way. She is a closed book.” Jin explained.

“So what if she is a closed book, I’m sure you can still find whatever you need on her.” Hosoek laughed.

“That’s the thing... She does not have much of a record except for her birth certificate and basic school details. Everything else either doesn’t exist or has been wiped.” Jin informed.

“Wait, you’re telling me there is actually information that you can’t find?”

“How do you know information has been wiped? She could have just not had that much of an eventful life so far. I doubt she can wipe her own records and she doesn’t seem to have a reason to do that.” Namjoon said. He didn’t know you but you didn’t seem like a skillful hacker that could wipe records.

“I know information has been wiped because I am the one who wiped them...” Jin admitted with his head slightly hung.

“What?”

“Boss wanted me to wipe them. He was paranoid, especially when it came to her. So my task was to regularly wipe her records that were 'not relevant’. Hospital visits, stuff like that...” Jin gulped.

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