I kept my head down and my mouth shut as I sat beside Jungkook at breakfast the next morning. I had barely slept after what happened between me and Jin and the lack of sleep showed on my face. Along with the evidence of our fight. Nobody questioned me about it, though, as they were all too wrapped up in everything we were trying to accomplish. I didn't even look up when Taehyung sat in front of me and asked for me to pass him the rice.

"Has anyone seen Jin this morning," he asked, dumping a large serving in his bowl. "We were supposed to go over some ideas I had for getting inside the AT3 compound."

"I haven't seen him," Namjoon said without looking away from his tablet.

"He said he was going to an appointment this morning," Yoongi answered as he reached over Joon to grab a couple pieces of seaweed.

"What kind of appointment," Taehyung asked, looking up. "He didn't mention anything to me. Is he sick?" Yoongi just shrugged. My heartbeat was ramping up with each question.

"You going to tell them what happened, or am I," Hoseok asked, plopping down in the seat beside me. He smiled at me, but it was more of a dare than a pleasantry. When I looked around at the guys, they were all staring back at me.

"What's on your face," Namjoon asked, narrowing his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook turned my face towards him and I could see the moment he realized what it was. I'd gotten up before him to try and cover it up with makeup, but I could tell I hadn't done a very good job. He leaned forward and whispered, "did I do that?"

I shook my head and jerked my head out of his grasp, looking back down at the food I wasn't eating. "Me and Jin got into a fight early this morning. I punched him in the nose." There were a few sharp intakes of breath. "After he slapped me in the face."

Namjoon jumped up, cocking his head and balling up his fists. His chair went skidding backwards before crashing onto the floor. "He did what?"

"Wait, he didn't tell me that part," Hoseok said, looking almost as angry as Namjoon. He grabbed my chin and turned my face to him so he could look at the bruise. He ran his thumb across the cut in my lip carefully, but I still flinched.

"What the fuck," Yoongi cursed.

"I'll kill him," Namjoon growled, pacing back and forth beside the table. "I'm going to fucking end him."

"There's no need for that," I tried. "I said some really mean things to him first and he just reacted. Like I said, I punched him pretty hard for it. Probably broke his nose. I'm not excusing what he did, but neither am I excusing my actions. We were both in the wrong."

"Don't feel sorry for what you did, Morgan. He deserved it. He deserved much more than that for what he did to you. Sending you away and forbidding you to come home..." Namjoon was running his finger across his lower lip, a hard edge in his eyes as he lost himself in his thoughts.

Hoseok was still looking at my face even though I'd turned away. "Did you take medicine for that?"

I nodded. I hated people fussing over me. "It should have already healed, but with all the stress of everything, my body is moving slower than usual. It should be fine by this evening."

"I'm going to fucking kill him," Namjoon muttered again.

"Namjoon, sit down and shut the fuck up," Yoongi snapped. "You're not going to kill Jin. Yeah, he fucked up, but this is between him and Morgan. She doesn't need you fighting her battles for her. She can obviously handle him herself. Now come eat your food before it gets cold."

Everyone stared at Yoongi for a second, but he just shrugged. I shot him a grateful look and he grinned in embarrassment, returning his attention to his own food as he muttered, "what? It had to be said."

Namjoon joined the table again, but with a heavy grunt and a glare cast at Yoongi, who couldn't care less. Despite the morning's events and my own mood, I chuckled into my own bowl of rice. Yoongi rarely spoke up but seeing him put Namjoon, who was a force of nature on his own, in his place was a sight to behold.

The conversation thankfully moved on to other topics and I was grateful for the distraction. As everyone began to finish their food, I sat back and watched them.

"What are you doing today, Yoongi?"

He looked up at me, his eyes wide and surprised. Carefully, he sat his tablet down and chewed on his lip. "I was just going to work through some of the security algorithms I made up to try and find a way to take down the perimeter scanners at the AT3 compound. Nothing major, why?"

I snorted. Nothing major. Maybe for a genius. "You wanna help me figure out a way to power up? I've got to increase my capacity and potential if I'm going to be of any help and that's not going to happen unless I try to use my powers on a more massive scale."

"And you think I can help with that?"

"Better than anyone else here." And it was true. Yoongi was the brains behind our little opperation. Even more than Namjoon in this case. The others were all about brute strength and power, but Yoongi understood science. If science was what had made me the way I was, science was the only thing that was going to make me stronger.

Yoongi grinned wide, showing his teeth which was rare, and leaned forward on his elbows. "Well, actually...I have been working on a serum that might come in handy. I noticed some genetic anomalies in the blood sample I took that seem to make your energy output a little chaotic and unsustainable. I found an enzyme and figured out how to isolate it s--"

--"You lost me," I interrupted.

"Me too," Taehyung said with a smirk, not looking up from his bowl.

Yoongi sighed and deflated. "I make medicine. It help. Better?"

I chuckled. "That's better."

"I mean, really, Yoongs," Jungkook said, "we can barely feed ourselves without needing to change our clothes."

"Yeah, we're really only good at killing people," Hoseok added with a devilish grin.

"Shoot people. Make things go boom," Jimin said.

"Speak for yourself," Namjoon mumbled, leaning back in his chair. "I understood what he was saying."

Everyone laughed at our dear leader's sulkiness. After a minute, even he couldn't hold a straight face. We sat there laughing at each other and joking around for a few minutes, trying to blow off the stress that we were all drowning in, but refusing to acknowledge. It was cathartic and I could tell from the looks around me that the rest of the guys needed it just as bad as I did.

The front door opened and slammed, ripping us from our humor. Jin stepped in and looked at all of us with a hard glare in his eyes. My stomach clenched at the white plastic strip across his nose and the deep purple bruises under both eyes. It wasn't as bad as I'd expected, but I knew it would only get worse as the days went on.

"Glad to see you're all having such a fantastic time." A few of the guys cleared their throats. I caught Yoongi clamp his hand down on Namjoon's wrist from the corner of my eye.

"Morgan, can I see you in my office, please?"

To my surprise, Jungkook stood, holding his hand out toward me to keep me seated. "I don't think that's a good idea, hyung." His words were respectful, but his tone was anything but.

Jin cocked his head to the side and smirked at the youngest male. "Really?" His gaze looked around at the other men in the other room, taking on a darkness that was impossible to define. "So I take it you all know what happened?"

Nobody said anything, but the unspoken answer hung in the air.

Jin rolled his lips together and nodded as he threw his keys down on the table by the door. "Be that as it may, I need to speak to Morgan in private."

"Hyung," Hoseok said, standing on my other side. Jin didn't even acknowledge him.

I sighed and stood, putting my hands on them both to settle them. "It's okay, guys. Like Yoongi said, I can take care of myself." Jin looked at me with an amused smile as I stood and walked towards him. I met his eyes without wavering. "Besides, I know exactly what to hit if he tries that shit again."

Jin met my glare with one of his own as he turned to the hallway that led to his office. Despite my bravado, I was reminded of this same situation six months ago when he'd told me to leave. My heart pounded in my throat as I kept my eyes trained on his shoulders. He stopped in front of the door, holding it open so I could walk through. This time when he propped against his desk, I stayed by the door, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Have a seat, Morgan. I have a lot to say."

My lips pressed into a thin line as I shook my head. There was a shuffling in the hallway and I knew the guys were gathering in an attempt to hear what was going on and be there in case shit hit the fan again.

"I'm good where I'm at."

Jin sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I'm not going to hit you." He dropped his hand and looked out the window behind him with an expression that was broken and exhausted at the same time. "Fuck," he said under his breath. When he looked back at me, I could swear there were tears in his eyes.

"Morgan, I'm sorry." His eyes were pleading with me. "I'm so fucking sorry."