Back at the headquarters

Hoseok found Jimin pacing in his office, the note clenched in his hand.

“She’s toying with us,” Jimin said, his voice edged with frustration.

Hoseok placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We’ll find her. Namjoon and Jungkook may not be talking now, but they will. And we’ve got the ledger—it’s only a matter of time before we uncover everything.”

Jimin sighed, glancing at the photo of Lady Kim on his desk. “This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.”

Hoseok paced around Jimin’s office, his brow furrowed as he laid out the connections they had discovered. “Here’s what we know so far,” he said, pointing to a photo of Lady Kim Y/n on the evidence board. “SeoHa wasn’t just some bystander. She and Y/n were university classmates. They majored in art history together and even worked on a project analyzing high-value art pieces.”

Jimin leaned forward in his chair, studying the board. “That explains why SeoHa knew about Lady Kim’s collection. She used their friendship to gain access to Y/n’s personal and financial life.”

Hoseok nodded. “Exactly. It gets worse—after Y/n’s marriage, SeoHa stayed in touch, but not for sentimental reasons. She used their bond to learn about her investments. The missing funds from Y/n’s accounts? They were redirected to offshore accounts under aliases connected to SeoHa.”

Jimin’s jaw clenched. “And the painting we found at Lady Kim’s house? The one hiding the diamonds?”

“SeoHa planted it,” Hoseok confirmed. “It wasn’t just about smuggling diamonds—it was a message. SeoHa wanted Y/n’s death to look like an accident, but the painting was a breadcrumb trail meant to lead us somewhere else.”

Jimin exhaled sharply, piecing it together. “SeoHa betrayed Y/n, used her as a pawn in her larger operation, and when Y/n became a liability, she silenced her.”

After the discussion

Jimin sat at his desk in the quiet of his office, the dim desk lamp casting a warm glow on scattered case files. His eyes drooped as exhaustion finally took its toll. The familiar hum of the station faded into the background as he leaned back in his chair, his pen dangling loosely between his fingers.

Hoseok stood just outside the office, holding a fresh cup of coffee. He peered through the glass window, noticing Jimin’s head slowly nodding forward. With a knowing sigh, Hoseok walked in quietly, setting the cup on the corner of the desk.

As he did, Jimin’s pen slipped from his hand, hitting the table with a soft clatter and rolling off the edge. The sound jolted Jimin awake, his eyes snapping open to see Hoseok staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

“You fell asleep,” Hoseok said, his tone half amused, half scolding.

Jimin rubbed his face, groaning. “I wasn’t asleep. Just… thinking with my eyes closed.”

Hoseok leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. “Sure, and I’m the president of Korea. You’ve been running yourself ragged, Jimin. At this rate, you’ll burn out before we even get to the trial.”

Jimin sighed, sitting up straighter. “I don’t have the luxury of resting, Hoseok. Not when the case is this close to breaking open.”

“Close or not, you’re no good to anyone if you collapse. Take a break, just for a few hours.” Hoseok gestured to the couch in the corner of the room. “Lie down. I’ll keep an eye on things.”

Jimin glanced at the couch, then back at Hoseok. “You’re starting to sound like my mom.”

Hoseok smirked. “Your mom’s a wise woman. Now, go. That’s an order.”

Reluctantly, Jimin stood and trudged to the couch, collapsing onto it with a sigh. Hoseok watched him for a moment before picking up the fallen pen and placing it back on the desk.

As Jimin’s breathing evened out, Hoseok sat at the desk, flipping through the case files. His eyes lingered on a particular note about SeoHa’s possible connection to Lady Kim. He frowned, tapping the pen against the desk.

“Jimin,” he muttered under his breath, glancing at his sleeping colleague. “You’d better be right about this.”

The office remained quiet, save for the rustling of papers and the occasional hum of Hoseok’s pen against the desk as he prepared for the next day’s challenges.

When Jimin awakes he searched for Hoseok but he was unexpected to see him sleeping soundly on the couch of the office. Turning to the gloomy night air he face palmed himself how much he slept.

"Hoseok."
He pushed Hoseok a little resulting Hoseok to wakeup.

"How about a dine out today?"
Jimin's eyes scanned Hoseok for a quick response.

Hoseok stretched his hand covering his hearing with his hands. Jimin chuckled seeing him all tired and hungry.
"Yes let's go , its been long time."

Jimin smiled.
"Yes it's been long time."

The crisp night air wrapped around Jimin and Hoseok as they walked down the dimly lit street, their shoes crunching against the gravel. Jimin’s hands were shoved deep into his coat pockets, his gaze fixed straight ahead. Hoseok walked beside him, his breath forming faint clouds in the cold air.

“You have something in mind?” Jimin asked, his tone begrudging but curious.

Hoseok grinned, pointing ahead. “There’s a diner a few blocks from here. Good food, warm tea, and a chance to think without the constant buzz of the station.”

Jimin let out a soft chuckle. “Fine. But if this ends up being another one of your weird food experiments, I’m blaming you.”

They turned a corner, the neon sign of the diner coming into view. The soft glow lit up the otherwise dark street, its flickering letters spelling out “Moonlight Diner.”

As they approached, Hoseok shoved his hands into his pockets and tilted his head toward Jimin. “You know, sometimes it feels like we forget to be human in this job. It’s all about catching the bad guys and piecing together evidence. But moments like this? They’re just as important.”

Jimin gave a small nod, his lips curving into a faint smile. “You’ve got a point. Let’s see if this place is as good as you say.”

Hoseok chuckled, pulling open the glass door and holding it for Jimin. Warmth greeted them as they stepped inside, along with the comforting aroma of simmering broth and freshly fried dumplings. The quiet hum of conversation and clinking utensils filled the air.

A cheerful waitress greeted them with a smile. “Table for two?”

“Yeah,” Hoseok replied. “And bring us something good. We’ve earned it.”

Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, Namjoon and Jungkook sat across from each other. The tension was palpable as they waited for the next round of questioning.

“You idiot,” Namjoon hissed, leaning forward. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Signing that paper gave Jimin everything he needed to tie us to this case.”

Jungkook’s eyes flared with anger. “Oh, really? And what about you, hyung? You’re the one who told me to go along with SeoHa’s plan! Look where that got us!”

Namjoon’s fists clenched. “SeoHa’s plan was foolproof until you started leaving traces. The diamonds? Your fingerprints were all over them! Did you even think for a second?”

Jungkook shot up from his chair, the cuffs on his wrists clinking. “Don’t pin this all on me! You were supposed to handle the finances. If you hadn’t gotten greedy, Y/n might still be alive, and we wouldn’t be sitting here!”

Namjoon stood as well, his voice low and menacing. “Watch your mouth, Jungkook. Remember who got you into this world. Without me, you’d still be running petty street scams.”

Jungkook laughed bitterly. “And without you, I wouldn’t be facing life in prison!”

The door opened abruptly, and Jimin walked in with Hoseok behind him. “Well, well,” Jimin said, smirking. “Looks like the dream team is falling apart. Care to share what all this shouting is about?”

Namjoon and Jungkook immediately fell silent, glaring at each other before sitting back down.