"She likes the dog, then, Boss?" Hoseok said, leaning against the closed door of Namjoon's office away from home.

Namjoon nodded, and put his pen down, leaning back on his chair with a grunt. He had been so busy flushing out the members of the group that had attacked his wife over the past week or so that he had barely even been able to look at her face, let alone talk to her.

"Obviously,"

"It was a good idea," Hoseok said, "And a good choice of breed. Big, strong, loyal. Mean,"

Namjoon snorted, "That dogs not going to be mean. It's already big, but she's raising it; it's going to be a soppy fucking thing,"

"What?"

Namjoon looked at his right-hand man, "Are you really that stupid, Hoseok? Doesn't matter what breed I get her, if she's raising it, it won't be mean. She's working hard to make sure it's a good dog,"

"Yeah, I guess," Hoseok replied, "She hasn't got a bad bone in her body,"

"Right," Namjoon stood up and stretched, before rolling his head on his neck to loosen the muscles. He didn't want to admit it to anyone, but he did miss having dinner with his wife. Her cooking was always wonderful, and although he knew it was shallow, he just loved her face.

She was so beautiful, elegant and reserved that it made him feel weak. He knew he was too rough with her, and that she was probably still unhappy that he had ripped her from her home to be with him, but she didn't need a family like them. Disloyal, greedy, heartless. Hell, she probably hated him, but at least he knew she was safe with him and his men.

He would love to be more affectionate and gentle with her, but he just didn't know how. For some reason, even behind closed doors, he just couldn't relax. He was so stuck in his usual rut of being tough and scary, that even with his wife, he was rough and harsh.

Just as he reached for his suit jacket, there was a knock on the door, and Hoseok stepped to the side, opening it.

"Boss," The man called before he entered, "I got a message for you from Mr Min,"

Namjoon waved his hand for the man to continue, "It's about the group that attacked you and Ma'am the other night. He said he discovered and raided their HQ and have some men as prisoners, but they have an ally with another group,"

"And?" Namjoon said with a growl.

"They're not talking,"

Namjoon grunted, "Hoseok can make them talk," He turned to his right-hand man again, "Go to Yoongi's and get them talking. I want names, and I want addresses. I won't let them hurt my woman,"

***

Jimin stepped away from you quickly when you both heard the front door open.

"Think about it, please," He begged quietly, before moving back completely to rest against the counter as usual.

Your husband came into the kitchen, sighing when Kookie ran to him and jumped up, wanting his attention.

"Kookie, down," You ordered, rushing over to tug at his collar. You knew Namjoon wasn't entirely happy at your choice of collar; it was bright blue with little sparkles all over it, but he didn't say anything. He pointed out when he gave you the puppy that he was yours to look after.

"It's fine," He muttered, stooping to pat the dogs head. He stood back up and turned to Jimin, "Any problems?"

"No, Boss," Jimin said with a strained smile, "Nothing unusual today,"

"Good. You can go rest, now," Namjoon grunted, turning back to face you. Jimin sent you a pleading look with his eyes, before he turned and left the room silently.

"What's for dinner, today?"

You raised your eyebrows in both shock and disappointment. You were so used to eating without him by now, and after what had happened with Jimin, you didn't want to spend much time with your husband.

"Listen, Autumn," He sighed, obviously seeing the shock in your expression, "I know I've been busy, but I've been working hard to make sure that you are safe. The men that attacked us the other week were after you. I can't let them get away with that,"

You didn't know how to respond, so you stood silently, eyes on Kookie, who was sniffing around the floor for any dropped food that he might have missed.

Namjoon ran his fingers through his hair and sighed again, "You are my wea-.." He cut himself off, "Make something for dinner," He said gruffly, leaving the kitchen, "We can talk over the food,"

***

Namjoon didn't say very much over dinner. It was clear to you that he had something he wanted to say, but it seemed like he couldn't get the words out. He went to bed at the same time as you, but this time, he didn't even want sex. He just rolled over with his back to you, and went to sleep.

You were lying wide awake in bed for about two hours before you decided to get up and get a drink. Kookie lifted his head and thumped his tail against the side of his bed as you got up, but you hushed him and exited the room without him.

You weren't surprised to see Jimin at the little table with a glass of water when you got to the kitchen, as you seemed to meet him quite a lot in the middle of the night.

However this time, he was fully dressed.

"Autumn," He said, looking up as you came in, "You're up again,"

"So are you," You said, sliding into the seat opposite him, "And you're dressed,"

"Ah," Jimin looked down, "I had a job to do for the Boss. Did you think about what I said earlier?"

Your heart began to pound in your chest at the thought of leaving with him.

"Wouldn't Namjoon just hunt us down?" You asked quietly.

Jimin stood up, taking your hand in his and pulling you close, "Yes," He admitted, "But I know where we can hide for a while. I'd leave the country, if it meant I could stay with you," He tilted your head up to face him and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, "Please," He whispered, "Leave this place with me. I love you,"

You took a deep breath. You had been thinking only about Jimin lately, and you knew what you wanted to do. You nodded, "I'll go with you,"

Jimin let out a huge breath of relief and stepped back, pulling you towards the door, "Let's go,"

"Now?" You asked as you got to the door, "Now?! What about Kookie?!"

"I'll come back for your dog," Jimin promised, "But now is the perfect time for us to go! The guards are swapping now, it's our only chance,"

You paused, looking up the stairs, before nodding and reaching for your shoes. Jimin tucked his jacket around your shoulders once you were ready and pulled you out into the night.

Maybe you could finally be happy.

***

Namjoon was woken up by the sound of his phone ringing on the bedside cabinet beside him, and the barking of the stupid dog.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes and looked over at the door, where the puppy was going completely mental; jumping at the door and barking, before running back to the bed only to return to the door to continue his barking.

"For fucks sake, Autumn, shut the fucking dog up!" He said, picking up his phone and answering it.

"What?!" He snapped, noticing that you weren't in the bed and getting up to grab the collar of the puppy. It calmed down when he patted his head, and he was able to hear Hoseok on the phone.

"What was that?" He said into the phone, "The fucking dog was barking, I couldn't hear you,"

"Boss, I'm on my way back," Hoseok sounded out of breath, like he was rushing, "It's Jimin! The one behind the attacks is Jimin!"