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Song: "Your Voice" by Monty Datta

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M/N's P.O.V

I walked down the crowded sidewalk, my hand grasped of the hilt of gun that sat in a holder which was attached to my belt. I glanced around the crowd, hoping the man I was looking for was near. I didn't want to spend an hour looking for one man who could possibly save us from having an all-out war with another mafia. I sighed, removing my hand from my gun, so I could brush my hand through my (h/c) hair and move it out of my face.
"I'm not gonna find him here..." I mumbled under my breath, wanting nothing more than to go home and lay down. "This is so stupid. Why would Hoseok send me out here?" I turned around, heading back the way I had came. I pulled out my phone out from my back pocket, quickly hitting the call app and hitting Hoseok's name. It began to ring as I muttered excuse me to people I bumped into to.

Suddenly, the ringing stopped and I knew he had answered the call.
"Hello?" He asked, his voice sound hoarse meaning he had just woken up. "(M/n), is something wrong?" I suppressed a laugh as remembered the time I had found him asleep on his bedroom floor since he had fallen off his bed. I don't know why that came to my mind suddenly, but it did.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked, shaking the memory from my mind. I wanted to know how he had been holding up while I was gone, he sometimes overworks himself to the point of exhaustion.
"Yeah." He replied, let out a loud yawn. "Have you been sleeping well?" I smiled softly, thinking how silly he must look with his bed head.
"I've gotten enough sleep, don't worry," I assured him, knowing he didn't deal with worry well. "I wanted to ask you something." I needed to get to the point, though, I wished I could've talked more about home.
"Okay, ask away." He answered, sounding more awake than he had a few minutes ago.

"Where's the guy?" I asked, glancing around me and hoping he would magically appear. "I can't find him and we need that information."
"He's not there?" He questioned, confusion filling his voice. "He should be... Is there, um, a tall, blonde guy with honey-toned skin anywhere?" I stopped walking, examining the people around me once more until my eyes caught the figure of a nicely dressed man.
"I think I found him," I stated, turning around once again, so I could walk towards the man. "Does he wear glasses and a tie?" I switched the phone to my other hand since my hand had started to fall asleep.
"Yes, that's the Namjoon I know." He laughed before starting to violently cough. "Sorry, that was gross."
"There's no need to apologize for being sick, it's understandable," I reassured him, hating how he was all alone during his sickness. "Why don't you call Jimin?" I added, hoping he would at least accept the idea of someone taking care of him while I was gone. "He can take care of you."
"You know I can't do that." He whispered as his voice cracked halfway through his sentence, telling me my words weren't chosen wisely. "Not after what happened." My eyes widened as memories rapidly flooded back to me. How could I have forgotten so easily what Jimin had done?
"Oh! I forgot! I'm— Hoseok, I'm so sorry." I mumbled, feeling stupid for forgetting something that had shattered his heart into pieces. "I should've known better..."

"It's alright." He stated, letting out a deep sigh. "Just get the information, please. I'll see you when you get back." He ended the call, not giving me a chance to say goodbye. I sighed, placing my phone back in my back pocket before proceeding to walk towards the tall man that stood next to a cafe sign. I walked up beside him, awkwardly standing there for a second before taking action.
"Excuse me, Sir," I spoke, gently tapping his shoulder that was covered by a black trench coat. He quickly turned his head my direction, having to look down at me since we weren't exactly eye level. "Are you Namjoon?" He warily nodded, his black round glasses reflecting in the sun as he did.
"Why do you ask?" He inquired, his voice low and threatening. I felt my heartbeat quicken as my quickly hand grasped for my gun. I mentally cursed myself for the stupid reflex I had inhabited, which had caused the man with important information to eye me suspiciously.
"I work for Hoseok. He told me to meet you here." I replied, hoping I didn't look or sound nervous. "He wanted me to obtain the information in his place since he has suddenly fallen ill."

"So, you're the famous (M/n) that Hoseok's told me all about..." He said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. I put my hand out, shaking his hand, so he wouldn't think I was usually this awkward. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Kim Namjoon, though, you probably already knew that." I smiled lightly, trying to lessen the uncomfortableness in the air as we let go of each other's hand.
"I'm Areum (M/n). It's lovely to meet you, Namjoon," I spoke, opening the cafe door for him, so we could go inside and discuss information and plans for the war that was brewing.