Yoongi had had about four hours of sleep. When he had arrived from his drive back from Seoul, he had found the other two in the bedroom and hence had settled on the couch instead. It was an uncomfortable place to spend a night. The leather was throwing his body heat back at him in an uncomfortable way and the blanket failed at doing so. He wondered how Jimin and Taehyung had been able to get a good rest. It was probably due to sharing their body heat or it would have been just as bad as his experience.

Thus, happy to leave the couch behind, he had decided to make breakfast. He had put the left-over rice from the cooker into the frypan with a ton of sugar and was fileting oranges when the bedroom door opened to reveal two sleepy men in pajamas.

"Welcome home," Taehyung rumbled and sat down at the kitchen table. Jimin stayed quiet. Yoongi too.

They ate in silence and only when the cop began to put away the dishes into the sink for washing, Taehyung spoke up. "I fished for affiliates of the architecture company in China and Japan," he disclosed, rubbing and hand over his face to wake up further. Apparently, fucking the duckling was not the only thing he had been up to. "Found a company that sells all kinds of stones in Shandong Province and a seller for imported woods in Osaka."

"Shandong?" Jimin asked before Yoongi could ask what Taehyung thought those companies were.

They both turned to look at the cop.

"I..." Jimin stuttered and swallowed nervously before he looked at Yoongi. "Your apartment is subleased from someone who works in Shandong," he revealed. "We... my team found that out while tailing you." He looked like he expected Yoongi to jump at him with a knife in the next second.

But all Yoongi did was clenching his jaw and scolding himself internally for not having noticed that they had been after him even before Jimin marched into his life. "What do you think those companies are?" he asked Taehyung, ignoring Jimin's input.

"Subbranches," the tech replied, also averting his thoughtful gaze away from the cop. "Think about it. It's unlikely that we have hitman companies everywhere. Your kills are high-profile. I alone have five hitman who're constantly running around. I hand out around three to seven targets per month. Can't tell me that's just Korean businessmen dying. We'd have no businessmen anymore at this point." He looked at Yoongi as if to challenge him to disagree, but Yoongi found himself convinced by that. "What you need abroad 's someone who hauls in foreign deals and cleans up after you, and now that I think about it, someone who can receive smuggled goods without being suspicious. No one looks into a fucking expensive rare woods or stone transport."

He paused for a moment to furrow his brows. When they snapped up in a motion of understanding, Yoongi's back straightened as well in curiosity. "This 's brilliant actually!" the techy said. "The stones and woods company bring in the foreign deals by pretend sells of... don't know, overprized tables or stuff like that, and they use Changjung Shipping for their deals with the architecture office. That's money laundry at its finest. The deal money flows to Korea via expensive shipping fees."

Yoongi once again felt his respect for the organization growing. Whoever was responsible for this was a damn mastermind. He felt proud. But then he realized what those news meant and his mood deflated. "So we need to check their contractors as well?" he asked. They had been doing so well within their own country, but now they had to dig into Japan and China, too?

"No," the tech shook his head and laughed pained. "That's too much to ask of us. Also, I can't read Chinese for the life of me. No chance I'm digging into their shit."

"So we'll just leave it be?" Yoongi asked, half amused at Taehyung's outbreak, half baffled that the tech was not interested in bringing down all of it. Yoongi was capable of some Chinese and Japanese after all, so they could at least try.

The other sighed and his good mood seemed to trickle out of him until he only looked tired and defeated.

"Actually," Jimin shily intervened once more, "the Hawk, I mean Ahn Jaehoon, is on Interpol's radar."

At that Yoongi blanked out for some seconds before his brain decided to come back online and produce thoughts. He was what? An Interpol criminal? What the fuck! Why had no one told him that?

When he turned to throw an accusing look at the tech, Taehyung's spirits seemed to have magically returned to him. "That's great news, Jimin. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he claimed. "Then we can leave the international shit to Interpol. Problem solved."

Yoongi chuckled nervously in the aftershock of the revelation but had to admit that the others were right. "Leave it to Interpol," he echoed and nodded weakly. Taehyung grinned satisfied. Yoongi was still a little flabbergasted at his own grandeur, but having this problem solved lead him to remember something else. "I also solved another problem. My other tech has connections to people who can fake IDs."

Taehyung's smile fell quickly this time, but it did not show defeat, it showed anger and disappointment. "You told another person," he stated coldly.

Yoongi locked his jaw when he was confronted with so much animosity. "Yes," he pressed out defensively. "Yes, because he's my friend. And just as you want to keep Jimin alive, I want to keep him alive. And he didn't even need to suck my dick to gain that loyalty."

Taehyung's dark expression collapsed like a house of cards, and Yoongi knew he had gone too far with that last barb, but he could no longer ignore the feeling of betrayal at the tech's closeness with Jimin. The cop was supposed to be their dummy. Sure, he had slept with him as well, but not like that, not with strings attached, and Yoongi was pretty sure that those two were not just strangers with benefits judged by how the baby cop was clinging to his old friend.

"Fuck you," he heard Jimin from behind him, and when he turned around, the cop was looking at him with eye alight. "Do you think it was fun losing my virginity to a fucking murderer just to get close to him?" he asked. "Do you think I asked for this mission? Do you think I enjoyed being pushed around by you while being scared for my life all the damn time?" He was vibrating with anger and Yoongi could not tell whether he would cry or jump at his throat in the next second, but he did not care anyway.

So it was true. He had basically raped Jimin. Unknowingly sure, but still not what one would call consensual. And apparently Jimin had hated it. Yoongi felt sick. What about the second time then? Was that also a lie? Had it not been the cop's desperation to try new things that had driven him to sleep with Yoongi again, but fear? He had told the man that he would not kill him, but had Jimin believed it? Probably not. Because who would believe someone who killed people like it was breathing? Had he even enjoyed it or just taken it like the first time in fear of making him angry?

Yoongi was on his feet and on the way to the bathroom before another word could be spoken, and once he barged through the door, he just flung himself at the toilet and retched up the little breakfast he had had. It tasted sweet even on its way out, what only made his sickness worse.

"Shit, Yoongi, what's wrong?" he heard Taehyung's panicked voice and a hand grabbed his bicep while another one brushed the hair out of his forehead. "You hurt somewhere?" A testing hand flew over his body to check for anything that could be a wound, but he would not find anything. Obviously.

Yoongi could feel tears falling from his eyes that had nothing to do with his vomiting, but he hoped that Taehyung would not see through it. He could not look weak. Weak people were hard to trust, they broke too easily, and Yoongi needed Taehyung's trust to survive.

"Just the driving," he pressed out between two hurls. "Too much caffein, too little sleep."

"Okay?" Taehyung said, not sounding convinced and not letting go of him.

Yoongi could not stop the shaking in his limbs. Even when his stomach was empty, he struggled to pull himself together, and when Jimin's shy face appeared behind Taehyung, he had to hide his face behind his knees in order not to let them see his tears.

"What's wrong with him?" the cop whispered.

"I'll get you a tea for your stomach," Taehyung said, ignoring Jimin and then Yoongi felt the hand leaving his shoulder and the bathroom clearing out. It was good. He needed time to gather himself.

He told himself that it did not matter what had happened between him and Jimin. The cop had Taehyung now and looked content with indulging with him, so at least Yoongi had not made sex an unpleasant experience for him. He had not broken anything. It would be fine. Maybe once all of this was over, those two could leave together. Taehyung could no longer be charged for the run-over and no one could blame the techy for being threatened into the organization, not when he was the one revealing the whole network. Jimin would be fine. And Yoongi would only be an unpleasant memory that would fade with time. Fuck, why did that hurt so much?

He took a deep breath and brushed away the tears on his cheeks, then he fixed his expression to his trained mask of boredom. They had a mission that needed attention.

When Taehyung was ready to bring him the tea, he was already emerging from the bathroom and sat back down with them. The silence was awkward, but he had had worse. "I'm sorry for my inappropriate words," he said flatly. "However, I told this friend about our mission and since he's not happy with the organization either, he agreed to join us. I trust him." He looked up at Taehyung at that, trying to stare the other down.

The tech nodded. "Fine. Suppose it doesn't hurt to have connections. But how do we get our new identities anyway? How did the organization do it?" he asked and pushed the mug over to Yoongi.

The cop cleared his throat. He looked at the table while he spoke, but his voice was steady. "We discussed a case like that at the academy. They probably killed someone without connections and gave you the empty shell. There's no other way to create a fake person. You need the National Identification Number."

Taehyung looked sick at that, but Yoongi thought that this sounded like something the organization would do. Still, he doubted that there were enough unrelated people with the right ages to give every member of this huge network a new name. "They could also have made us foreigners with a permanent residency," he suggested. "They got connections to the police, so who says they can't make that happen?"

Jimin looked up. "That seems like a lot of power struggle and bribery to me."

Yoongi snorted. "And killing about a hundred people to generate new identities isn't?" he asked.

Jimin shook his head with a serious look. "Who said you need hundreds? Some people do illegal shit for the money. If I could be the one taking calls and scheduling limousine rides for thrice the monthly income of a normal phone jockey, I would do it. There are enough desperate people in this country."

That made sense, Yoongi had to admit. For the first time Jimin sounded like a real cop. "Fine, so you'd only need new identities for the riskier jobs or the people who had to vanish like the hitmen," he went with the idea.

But Taehyung, smart Taehyung, had a third guess. "What if they took people who died at the hospital? Like motor bike accidents or suicides? They have the hospitals, so they pick those who don't have families and let them live on." He looked between Yoongi and Jimin, asking with his eyes for their opinion.

"That sounds like less stress for them," Yoongi agreed.

Jimin looked repelled but nodded. "We can't do that though," Taehyung decided at that look, "so we have to try our luck with the foreigner idea."

Yoongi thought that they could do that very well, but he kept silent. He was not a person that talked about corpses and death in an acceptable way, so he would leave that to Taehyung. The tech was probably mortified at the prospect of living a dead person's life anyway.

><

After their disrupted breakfast and the morbid identity discussion, Taehyung had decided to finalize his draft of the network and bring the information into a logical order, so he had vanished in the study once again, and Yoongi had declared the bedroom to be his territory to catch up on sleep and hide from Jimin.

He could not bear to be close to the cop after what had come to light. The revelation felt like stones in his stomach, that became heavier with every time that their first shared evening played through his mind. He should have known then. He had known then. Jimin's stiffness had made him suspicious enough to order another background check, so why, for fuck's sake, had it never crossed his mind that the cop might have regretted having left with him?

Humans were fickle, they changed their mind all the time, so why had he not asked again whether Jimin truly wanted it? But considering their second time, that would probably not have changed anything about the result. Jimin had been sent with the mission to seduce him, so he would have said yes anyway. But Yoongi could not shake the thought that he could have talked the baby cop out of it, had he not been driven my lower instincts.

Angry at himself and angry at the police force, he tried to shake those useless thoughts out of his head and to fall asleep. But the most he was able to achieve was a drifting half-state where reality blended with memories and thoughts. It was good enough to give his body a rest, but it was not the kind nothingness he had aimed for.

Thus, when the fancy alarm clock on the nightstand showed that it was time for lunch, he gave up his fruitless attempt of sleep in order to make something palatable for the others in order to save them from instant noodles.

Jimin was in front of the TV when he crossed the room to get to the kitchen. What a great life, Yoongi thought. Eat, sleep, fuck, repeat, and in-between watch trash TV. Maybe Yoongi could have that too once they were done with this.

Making lunch was nice because cooking finally took his mind off things, eating lunch was uncomfortable because he could not avoid Jimin now. He considered leaving the two friends to it since he did not feel like eating anyway, but Taehyung was happily summarizing his work so far without noticing the tension next to him.

At one point Yoongi wanted to throttle the idiot for keeping him here. Where were those social situation reading skills when one needed them? But then again, the awkwardness might only be inside his head. Maybe even Jimin did not think about it anymore. But judged by the way the cop's puzzled eyes kept flickering over at him from time to time, that did not seem to be the case.

Yoongi was happy when he could excuse himself to lock himself in the bedroom again. He would just stay here until Jimin's departure tomorrow morning.

><

After their awkward lunch, Tae and Ahn had vanished in their respective rooms again, so with nothing better to do, Jimin was left to mulling over the situation that apparently had arisen between him and the hitman. Not that they had been affable before that, but what was going on right now was plain uncomfortable.

Taehyung, right after the breakdown during this morning, had mused that something about what Jimin had said had upset the man, but Jimin had ignored that because it seemed ridiculous that Ahn was so sensitive. However, now, after having seen the man's grey face, his diminished appetite, and the looks he barely dared to give Jimin, he could not get that idea out of his head.

Sure, he had meant every word he had said, but more in a general way of having been pressured into all of it rather than in the more specific way of the sex itself. No matter how wrong it had felt to get intimate with a murdered, the act itself had felt good. Hell, he had even asked for it the second time because he was sure it would be good.

But how must it have looked for the Hawk? He had seen how close Taehyung and he were, how comfortable he felt with his old friend, it had been obvious in the scrutinizing looks he had given the two of them. And he knew that they were sleeping with each other. Honestly, they had not been very subtle about it. Jimin liked what he had with Taehyung. It kept him sane and relaxed, and he could have anything without the bad conscious creeping in on him that he had just enjoyed himself with a cold-blooded killer.

But the distance he had put between himself and the Hawk combined with what he had said earlier must have made the man think that he had done all that just to save his skin. And if Taehyung was right and moral was only detached from his work but not from his private life, this meant he had given the man the impression that he had hurt him. With all the questions for consent he remembered, it dawned on Jimin that he must have sounded like he felt raped and that that was probably the last thing Ahn- Yoongi wanted to do to him.

"I hate this," he murmured to himself.

Everything felt so wrong again, and he hated that constant back and forth with the hitman, but he wanted to explain it. He had to explain it because the good side in Yoongi deserved it and he did not want that to fall victim to the man's scary numbness too.

Determined to fix this, he got up from the couch and went over to the bedroom. When he opened the door, the man was rolled-up under the blanket and breathing slowly with eyes closed. He looked soft like this. Everyone did, Jimin supposed, but it was an even stronger contrast for someone like the Hawk.

Quietly, he settled on the mattress unsure whether he should wake up the other or wait, but it was decided for him when the man's eyes flew open and a hand snapped up in a motion of defense. Jimin twitched shocked, but when the Hawk relaxed, he understood that this was his fault for intruding on the other's sleep.

"Sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't want to wake you up."

Yoongi shook his head and looked away. "What d'you want?" he asked tiredly.

With the Hawk being awake the nervousness creeped back under Jimin's skin. This was the first time they were alone since having arrived here, and Jimin had forgotten how jumpy it made him to be alone with the hitman. Even tired and with messed-up hair he was radiating something that compelled Jimin to be on his toes, not as physical as in the beginning but still prominent enough to make him aware of his surroundings.

"I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier," he began shyly and saw the other's jaw flexing. "I didn't mean to say that I didn't enjoy what we did. You're a great lover." At that the other turned to look at his face, staring like he was searching for the lie in Jimin's features. "I just hated how everything was pushed upon me, by the department and later by you when you decided to drag me along. And the first time might not have been quite what... it was me thinking I had to do it, but it still felt good."

Yoongi was staring at him like he wanted him to continue and convince him, so Jimin did. "The second time I thought that it would be my last chance to be gay before you would end up in prison and I would have to go back to my normal life," he admitted. "I wanted it. Badly." The hitman's face had finally gone completely soft, Ahn's face, not the Hawk's. Jimin breathed a little easier. "I probably would have kept us up all night, had we stayed longer," he disclosed and then looked away embarrassed.

That made Yoongi chuckle. "You're insatiable, Park Jimin."

"I know," Jimin said cockily and grinned. "Honestly, I have no power in this whole... whatever it is that's happening right now." He became serious. "I know that I'm just a medium to you, so that you can free yourself from the organization, and I'll do that gladly because of Taehyung." He would not sugarcoat this for the hitman. He was and would always be a criminal in Jimin's eyes. Yoongi nodded; he seemed to understand.

"So at least I want to make the best of my undercover time," Jimin said with a sigh. "No one will judge me for indulging with a criminal when it's for a job, so I'll indulge as much as possible to make the shit I went through worth it." His voice was hard, and he had no trouble at all holding the other man's gaze when he said it. This was his payment. The department could fuck itself for throwing him into this shit. He would take what he needed.

"Now you finally talk like a man," was all the Hawk had to say to that while he smiled a small smile. "Or a petulant child, I'm not sure, yet," he added and Jimin hit him on the chest.

"Asshole," he spit with no real bite.

Yoongi grinned and he grinned back, and something shifted between them. When the joking atmosphere turned into a serious one, Jimin realized what he was doing and snapped out of it. He would not catch friendly feelings for the hitman. It was difficult enough as it was, so he got up and turned to leave the room.

"Jimin," he was called after, so he halted. "I'm sorry for what I made you go through." When Jimin turned around again, Yoongi was sitting at the edge of the bed and looking back at him with honest eyes. "Should've been more considerate."

"It's okay now," Jimin lied, and then he left the other to sleep.

><

Embarrassingly, Yoongi felt better after the talk with Jimin. He had been able to sleep peacefully until dinner and the mood at the table had been light and playful. Taehyung had joked about some stories from the two's military time and had enacted some of their superiors from back then which had cracked up even Yoongi, and they had put on some music while washing the dishes and where now sitting together in front of the TV to watch some dance show. The atmosphere was strangely comforting, something Yoongi was not used to but enjoyed very much. He felt almost like a normal person with a normal life, watching shows with his friends. Having RM here would have made the picture perfect.

Only when this show ended and a movie about some dynasty came on, something in the mood shifted and when he looked over to the two on the couch, he saw Jimin sliding down between Taehyung's legs. His first reaction was to ask them whether they were serious, but when he saw the intense look the tech was giving him, he felt the words dying in his throat.

Illuminated by just the TV, he watched the scene unfold in front of him with rapt eyes. Jimin made quick work of freeing Taehyung's half-hard dick and began to lick it up and down, leaving it glistening in the dim light and making Yoongi's dick throb in sympathy. Were they honestly going to do this?

Apparently yes, because Taehyung's burning eyes did not leave his body while Jimin began to go down on him. The cop was swallowing that huge cock like he had swallowed the toys, taking it down to the hilt once before bobbing his head with soft little moans. When one of Taehyung's big hands came to rest on the head between his legs, Yoongi had to stifle a moan of his own and almost reflexively pressed the heel of his hand over his own hard-on.

Taehyung grinned knowingly and with the shadows cast over his features by the flickering TV he looked like the devil himself. Not the innocent boy who cried over dead people, nothing resembled that soft guy with the huge smile. He was enjoying the power he had over Jimin and Yoongi, thrived in it.

The sound of choking made Yoongi's focus snap down to where Jimin was still eating that dick, salivating all over it and over his chin, too. He looked destroyed when Taehyung pulled him off to drag him into a sloppy kiss and up into his lap. It was only a matter of seconds until the cop's t-shirt and joggers were gone and Yoongi was staring at the glory of his naked body, remembering what it had felt like to thrust into that tightness between those godly buttocks.

Like Jimin was reading his mind, he reached behind himself to pull his cheeks apart and present him with his hole and Yoongi groaned with arousal and finally pushed a hand down his pants to pull at himself. Taehyung's slick long fingers appeared to press into Jimin's entrance, and fuck he could take three at once without so much as a whimper. How often did those two fuck to have Jimin so open?

The squelching sound of those fingers being thrust in and out was audible even over the sound of the TV and Yoongi wished he could just walk over there and burry himself in that slick space until he could see heaven, but he was not stupid. He understood the rules of this game. He could watch, but he could not touch. Either because Jimin did not want him to or because Taehyung, the devil, had decided that it was more fun this way. Whatever it was, the tech's eyes were holding him in place in the armchair with nothing but his hand to satisfy his throbbing dick.

Three fingers turned into four, Jimin's hole and thighs already glistening with lube, and then Taehyung pulled his fingers free to replace them with his cock. With his bare cock, he was fucking Jimin bare. What the heck! Yoongi groaned and moved the hand in his trousers faster.

Bit by bit that thick length vanished inside of Jimin's hole and Yoongi gasped when he noticed that it would not fit completely. At some point Jimin was whining pathetically and pulling his cheeks apart harder, but he could not go down further.

Totally spell-bound by what would happen next, Yoongi watched how Taehyung's hands took over holding the cop's cheeks apart and Jimin placing his on the tech's shoulders for leverage. With a devilish smile Taehyung whispered something into the man's ear that Yoongi could not hear over the drama music playing in the background, but he could see how Jimin clenched around Taehyung's girth at the worlds and then began to lift himself up only to sit back down and burry that dick into him again.

All three of them moaned simultaneously and Yoongi decided that if he was given a show, he could as well give one back and pushed his pants down far enough to free his own cock. As if Taehyung had been waiting for that, his eyes let go of Yoongi's face and wandered down to where his hand was working. He seemed just as fascinated as Yoongi was with them, and his eyes would not leave the place between his legs.

Satisfied that he was giving back as much as he was getting, Yoongi focused back on Jimin fucking himself on Taehyung's dick. He had found a rhythm that seemed to suit him and was bouncing up and down with his head thrown into his neck and moaning endlessly. "So good, so deep," he was murmuring in the spaces between moans and erratic breaths. "Harder," he began to beg at some point and although Taehyung seemed very distracted with the sight of Yoongi's dick, he followed suit and countered Jimin's drop with a thrust upwards.

A moan as loud as a shout left Jimin's mouth at that and Yoongi had to gather all his will in order not to come at that, but it was getting increasingly harder with every thrust of Taehyung's hips and the consequential cry out of Jimin's mouth. He was so loud. So fucking loud and Yoongi was torn between wishing he could gag him with something or tell Taehyung to go harder to make Jimin scream properly.

"Stop crying like a bitch and come already," he rasped when his ears could no longer bear it, and it was really all Jimin needed to choke on his own breath and cover Taehyung's shirt under his spunk, body curling in and forcing down on the thick dick until it was finally seated balls-deep inside of him. Once he stopped spasming, the small whines started pouring from his lips again and he began to move to finish Taehyung off.

Seeing Jimin giving no break to his over-worked body was what did it for Yoongi and he came with a groan all over his hand and stomach. Somewhere along the line Taehyung had also been thrown over the edge and cum began to drip out around where he was still buried inside of Jimin. When he pulled out it was with an obscene popping-sound and cum being smeared everywhere between the cop's cheeks and thighs. It was a fucking glorious mess and Yoongi could not help himself.

Dick still hanging out he stood up and kneeled between the tech's legs, putting his mouth over the glistening length to lick off all the come before continuing to lick Jimin's thighs and ass clean. He tasted like raspberry.

"Fuck, this 's so dirty," he heard Taehyung rasping, sounding delighted. And when he was done, the tech told Jimin to turn around on his lap and ordered Yoongi to lick his dick clean as well. So Yoongi did, although not much was left on the cop's length, and then he sat back on his heels to look at the picture of debauchery in front of him.

"Should've done that earlier," Taehyung said and maneuvered Jimin on the couch next to him.

Now Yoongi was glad that he had licked him clean or they would have to manage cum stains on the couch. "Get the fuck off the sofa," he told them anyway. "I'll not pay for this." And he stood up and tugged himself in.

Taehyung only giggled while Jimin grinned like an imbecile. Yoongi shook his head at the two. "Unbelievable. Do you need a gun to listen?" he threatened them jokingly and gestured them to finally get the asses off the couch.

But Jimin only looked at him wide-eyed and Taehyung cursed under his breath. "Fuck, that'd be hot."

Yoongi snapped a hand over his face and left for the shower. Those two were unbelievable.

>><<