Upon reaching the airport by Jimin took Jungkook and Namjoon to his private jet.
"Get in."
Both of them got in silently taking glanced each other. Jimin entered in as he took Taehyung's notes of papers and agreements to proceed to court.
Jimin eyed them time time when the jet took off while he read his giant law book and immersed himself into the study. Upon reading everything he felt the laws are encircling him and the evidence is not solid until Jin give statements in court before the judge.

His head ached for coffee. He ordered the coffee and eyed Jungkook and Namjoon. They were handcuffed each other to the let's seat.
"Don't you need something to drink?"

"Here."
Air Hostess gave them Two Iced Americano's. Jimin incuffed one of them. Jimin asked.

Jimin leaned back in his seat, taking a deep sip of his coffee, his sharp eyes never leaving Jungkook and Namjoon. The two sat silently, avoiding his intense gaze. The jet landed smoothly at the private runway near the FBI headquarters. Without wasting time, Jimin escorted them off the plane, his grip firm on their cuffs. The tension between the three was palpable as the cold wind hit their faces.

Jimin fixed his tie and straightened his posture as the three disembarked, escorted by federal officials. His penetrating stare swept over the two men. The intimidating steel doors of the FBI headquarters loomed ahead, a stronghold of justice and secrets. The fluorescent lights in the confrontation room buzzed softly, casting a sterile glow across the area.

Namjoon and Jungkook were sat on opposite sides of a long, gray table, their handcuffs glistening in the light. Jimin leaned against the wall, arms folded, with his law book and papers neatly laid out on the table. Two senior FBI operatives stood behind him, their stillness heightening the significance of the situation. Jimin's sharp gaze shifted between the two guys, evaluating their next move.

"Let's cut the small talk," Jimin started, his voice cold and commanding. He slid a folder across the table and let it land in front of Namjoon.

"You know what this is. Evidence. Enough to confine both of you for an extended period of time. But I'm willing to make an agreement. Talk to me, and I may consider leniency.

Namjoon returned his gaze, but said nothing. His lips pressed into a thin line, and he looked away, refusing to break. Jungkook, on the other hand, did not bother to look up. His gaze remained fixed on a painting on the wall depicting chaos and symmetry. The bottom corner of the canvas bore a faint outline of a symbol—a circle with a line running underneath.

Jungkook's gaze shifted briefly to the symbol before returning to the picture. His face remained a mask, but his emotions swirled wildly. Guilt, hatred, and terror were all present beneath his blank expression. The emblem reminded him of things he couldn't say and alliances he couldn't break. However, Jimin's presence weighed heavily on him, making it difficult to maintain his silence. Jimin, frustrated, smashed his fist on the table, causing the officers behind him to cringe.

"Answer me, Jungkook!" he yelled, his patience failing.

"Do you have any idea what's at stake?" Namjoon's gaze went to Jungkook, silently asking him to remain quiet. Jungkook's jaw tightened but he did not say anything.

Jimin yanked Jungkook's shirt collar, propelling him forward.

"You think this is a game?" His voice was snarly, and his grip was firm.

"Speak, or I'll—" His phone's loud ring interrupted him. Jimin paused, his knuckles whitening as he pushed Jungkook away. He straightened up and took the phone out of his pocket.

"This better be important," he said over the phone. The voice on the other end caused him to halt, his countenance changing from rage to curiosity. He returned his attention to Jungkook, who now had a small smirk on his lips, as if he knew something Jimin didn't.

Jimin pocketed his phone and motioned to the officers to take Jungkook and Namjoon to holding. The voice on the call had given him information that changed everything—the symbol, the alliances, the silence—there was more to this case than he had anticipated. Jungkook's smirk as he left the room wasn't just defiance—it was a sign of defiance.