"Bring me case number 613."

Scurrying assistants fill the room, rifling through all the papers and files they can find. "Quickly, but in a fashioned manner please," Madam Avasa says. Instantly the actions get slower, more precise. One lucky assistant finds the paper she was looking for right away and saunters over to her ruler.

"Case number 613," the girl says. Madam Avasa shoos her away, loving the feeling of her stylist pinning up her hair.

"Now this is interesting," she mutters to herself, peeking over the cursive spilled on the paper.

"What is, madam?" her stylist asks, the man being careful not to let his prying eyes fall on the document she's holding.

"It's a lead."

"On where to find the ones responsible for our two member's deaths?"

"Not where, more like how."

"How?"

She purses her lips in thought. "Killing them is proving difficult, my dear, but this might turn the tide in our favor." The stylist doesn't question what she means as she glances up at her subjects. "I want digital and physical copies made of case 613, as many as possible. When you think you have enough, don't stop, make more. I want to have too many for one person to burn or destroy. More copies than one person can wipe out."

The assistants in the room bow without hesitation and take off to execute their tasks. Meanwhile, Madam Avasa sips on a bit of her tea, reading over the file one more time. She almost laughs at it. "This whole time the answer was right here, all it took was some digging to find out."

"The answer?" She hands the paper to him, the man momentarily stopping his job to instead peek down at the ink. "Does this mean what I think it means?"

She chuckles. "Yes, it does." He stares at her, and her back at him. "They're going to be destroyed, they just don't know it yet."

~~~

After talking with Namjoon and Jin, they decided to share a room to make space for Ariel. Now Y/n and Yoongi share a room (yeah, she kinda ditched poor Jimin), Jimin has his own room, Hoseok has his own room, Namjin share a room, and Ariel has her own room. Everything works out perfectly. Somehow they managed to make the five bedroom thing work. Hopefully they don't get more people anytime soon.

Yoongi's sitting in bed right now, watching Y/n as she stares at him. "What?" he asks.

"It's been a long day."

"Has it?"

"It has," she says. "I think we should do something to take the stress away."

"Like?" She smirks. Oh. Oh shit. Yoongi watches her slowly take off her shirt, her shorts getting tossed away as well. "So, question: who's on top this time?" Yoongi asks.

"You know, since you're asking, you're making me think you want to be."

He snickers. "What gave that away?"

"I may not have known you for years, but I know your looks and attitude during sex by now, Mr. Romantic." She's never going to stop calling him that.

"Well, can I?"

"No."

"Dammit," he says with a groan, rolling over so she can sit on his lap and strip off the rest of her clothes. Shit, why is he still all dressed up? "Are you gonna strip me, or...?"

"Do you have a shred of patience?" she asks with a huff, taking off his shirt.

"Not really, not when you look like... that."

"I hope that's a compliment."

"I don't know how you could take it any other way," he says, rolling his eyes.

"You know, sex with you is always the strangest. We always end up bitching at each other for two minutes beforehand."

"Well, that wouldn't be a problem if you shut up," he says

She scoffs. "Make me."

"Okay, on your knees." To his surprise, she actually slides off him and gets on her knees.

He takes off his pants and boxers, about to move forward when she suddenly pushes him down and climbs over him. "You wish," she murmurs before kissing him, sliding down over his length. He groans into their kiss and grabs her ass in classic Yoongi fashion, squeezing it and guiding her up and down. They sloppily make out while she does all the bouncing, Yoongi accepting it for a solid minute before he's had enough and flips her over.

"Excuse me?" she asks. "Are you trying something, Mr. Min?"

"I am, it's called making you scream," he replies, sliding inside her with ease due to her moisture. She gasps at the feeling of him fucking her missionary, his hips smashing against her skin as he desperately thrusts. The pleasure bursts throughout his body all at once, Yoongi groaning and moaning at the intensity of the feeling. It's safe to say Y/n's the same way.

"Fuck," he whispers, focusing on going rougher rather than faster.

She digs her fingernails into his shoulder and pants. "Aren't you having too much fun?"

"Aren't you?" he asks. They're both sweaty, out-of-breath messes playing a metaphorical dick measuring contest even though only one of them has a dick. It's honestly pretty entertaining. So, Yoongi bites his lower lip and slows his pace, making sure he can look her in the eyes.

The teasing gets on her nerves, her face showing a small scowl. "Go ahead, tell me what you want," he says, keeping a small smirk on his face.

She glares at him. "Don't make me flip you over and take you myself."

"I'd love to see you try."

"Okay." 

And just like that, he gets pinned to the bed, her riding him now. He gazes up at her, noticing that it's her turn to smirk. Unlike him, she keeps a steady, rough pace that brings both of them intense bliss. His body and brain are on fire from the feeling she brings him, his mouth letting soft hisses and moans pass.

The room fills with the dirty noises they let out. It's impossible to stay quiet during this; she's fucking him so well. He groans and scrunches his face up in pleasure. The urge to flip her over hits, so he listens to that urge. 

She huffs in annoyance as he grabs her shoulders and pins her down. Yoongi smirks at her annoyed face that won't be annoyed for long. In mere seconds she'll be moaning, maybe even screaming if he's lucky.

He watches her annoyed face fall when he continues his rampage of thrusts. She grips his shoulders and purposefully digs her fingernails into his skin. He chuckles at the feeling. It's a constant battle between them. A back and forth about who'll win dominance in more than one sense. They're staring each other down, both of them moaning while having playful smirks on their faces. Yoongi may have won this battle, but he won't win the next. He knows that. That's one of the reasons why he loves his relationship so much.

The noises they make fill the air, the environment feeling heated, their sweat starting to clog their skin. Yoongi's nose flares from the sinful smells rising from the chaos happening below. 

The smells only entice him more, his hips moving faster, harder, even stronger. Every second he moves is another that adds to the burning pleasure inside his stomach that threatens to break at any time. He goes erratically at this point, searching and craving his high more than anything.

When the thrusts reach their peak, his girl orgasms first. The chorus of moans that follows makes him feel euphoric. Moments after she starts shivering and crying in pleasure beneath him, he pulls out to finish himself off with his hand. More bliss follows. More moans, more shakes, more sweat. It all clogs the room up in a stench Yoongi's familiar to by now. The two hyperventilate, the ecstasy still not fully gone from their bodies.

It takes a minute for them to stop panting. When they do, Yoongi collapses next to her and pulls her closer, nuzzling his nose against her neck. The aroma in the room doesn't overpower the natural scent Y/n gives off; the combination of her natural body and the sweat still glistening on her skin. By itself, it isn't a pleasant smell. Honestly, it's rather disgusting, but Yoongi doesn't care. In fact, he relishes it. 

Moments like these remind Yoongi that this is his girl right here. The one he's head over heels for. The one he knows for sure is who he wants with him forever. They say sex brings true feelings out: while in a state of pleasure you have a 'don't care' attitude to things. This 'don't care' attitude leads to confessions of love, confessions of cheating by accidentally moaning another's name, confessions of how passionate a couple may be for each other. Yoongi's surprised he didn't yell about how much he loves Y/n.

She curls up against him and sighs. "Round 2 later?" she asks. 

He chuckles and pecks the top of her head. If he could use one word to describe her, lust would probably be it. She's certainly no angel. Well, she's his angel, but she's far from innocent.

"Round 2 later," he says in agreement. She peeks back to meet his eyes. All at once, Yoongi's heart almost jumps out of his body.

She kisses him softly, him returning the kiss in mere seconds. Although the kiss is short and sweet, it brings him as much bliss as his orgasm did. When they part, she gives him a grin. "Round 2, then round 3 right after?" she asks. He gummy smiles.

"Round 3 right after."

~~~

"How old are you exactly?" Jimin asks the young girl, who's eating her oatmeal. They're in the main dining area, where there's numerous tables set up for them to eat at. Jimin doesn't particularly like the architect of this place, but he isn't in a position to argue about it.

"Thirteen," she says after she swallows, placing the spoon back down.

"Shit, she's young," Jin mumbles.

"Don't curse around her," Jimin says, not meaning to sound so harsh.

"I say fuck all the time, what difference does it make?" she asks with a shrug.

"No cursing when you're around the adults, how about that?" Jimin replies, raising both his brows as if that makes his point more valid. He isn't entirely sure why he's enforcing a cursing rule on her, but maybe it's because she's just a kid. An older kid, sure, but a kid nonetheless. Jimin wants to have some hope that there's still purity in kids.

"Our lives are going to shit, but you're putting a cursing rule on me?" she asks.

"Yes, I am. Like it or not, you're stuck with us. You follow our rules."

Jin eyes Jimin but doesn't question it. Probably for the best since Jimin doesn't have an answer anyway. 

"Whatever you say, old man," she replies, going back to eating.

"I'm far from the oldest here," Jimin says, snorting afterwards. Jin notices where this is going and clears his throat.

"Hey Jimin?" Jin asks, distracting the pair. Jimin raises a brow at the man. "I think we all could use a spirit lifter. I heard a rumor from Y/n that you sing. Is that true?"

Ariel bursts out laughing. "Oh this just keeps getting better. The old man sings too? Please, I need to hear this."

Jimin glares at her. "Jin's the oldest here."

"Yet I'll still call you old man."

Jin grunts and tilts his head back. "Forget I brought it up. I'm gonna go find Namjoon. Don't kill each other." Right away. Jimin and Ariel stare at one another. "Oh lord," Jin mumbles before sauntering away.

"I'm getting you to sing," she says as soon as Jin's out of earshot.

"You can try," Jimin replies before going back to his comic book, flipping over the vibrant shades inside. Action scenes reveal themselves in front of his face, dialogue boxes that he can't read because a certain someone has to interrupt him.

"The Infinite Abyss? Really?"

He doesn't so much as glance at her. "I'm allowed to like nerdy things. Just because I'm an adult doesn't mean I'm not a nerd." Jimin attempts to regain his focus on the hot female protagonist in a leather suit, but again, he's interrupted.

"An old man who sings, stares at Dumbo plushes, and reads comic books. Nice to know what I'm getting into," she says with a sigh. Jimin's left eye twitches. "You know I read the entire series when I was a kid."

That makes him glance up at her. "You still are a kid."

"I meant like a kid kid."

"You still are a kid kid," he says, clutching the paper of the comic a bit harder than he was before. It makes a crinkling sound, but both of them ignore it.

"Okay I meant when I was nine. I read them all."

"This isn't exactly a comic for kids." His eyes expand, his shoulders tensing. What the hell kind of parents let her read a series like this? There's some things in here that scar Jimin for life, and he's a fully grown adult man.

"What, because there's sex in it? Is that why you're reading it?" she asks with raised brows.

"If I could put you in time-out I would," he mutters before turning back to the book. "Don't talk about that kind of stuff."

"Why is it reminding you that you've never had any?"

He abruptly stands and turns on his heel, rushing away. Unfortunately for him, Ariel follows. "Am I that amusing?" he asks, not hiding the disinterest in his tone.

"Why are you so grumpy?" she asks.

"Because you're talking to me."

"Oh ha ha," she replies with an eye roll. Wonderful, she's already learning from Jin.

"There's countless other people here, but you're choosing to bother me. Why?" Jimin asks, trying to push down the hostility in his voice. He's sure he fails.

"Because you give the best reactions, old man."

"I give up," Jimin says to himself before turning down the hall. "I'm going to bed."

"It's the afternoon," she says, but it's more of a question than a judgmental statement. For some strange reason, Jimin appreciates that.

"I do night shift patrols. I'm sure if you're here to stay, Yoongi and Y/n will put you on one too. Hope you're observant."

"Observant enough to know you haven't been taking care of yourself." He pauses outside his door. "Hair hasn't been cut in probably... two? Three months? Dirt on your skin, so you haven't showered in at least a week, bit of a beard growing in, bags under your eyes. You know, instead of reading that comic book, you should probably shower and sleep."

Jimin keeps his eyes on the wooden door in front of him, his hand frozen mere inches away from the handle. "It doesn't take a genius to see that," he says, waving his free hand to swat the air. "Work on your skills. I'm also armed. Glo-"

"Glock 19. Hidden under your shirt on the front side of your jeans. Yeah, I know." His eyes flicker over to her. She almost smiles. "I'm armed too," she whispers, pulling a retractable tactical knife out of her pocket and waving it in the air. 

He doesn't reply. He watches her give him one last glance before swiveling on her heel and trotting away. Jimin ends up sulking inside his room, plopping on his bed. His eyes land on the wall across from him, his leg bouncing up and down. On instinct, he brings his nails up to his mouth to chew on them.

Fifteen minutes later, he showers, shaves, and cuts his hair.