Days had become autonomous for Hana. 

Wake, work, sleep, repeat. She would get so lost and consumed by her work, just so that she didn't have to think about anything else but ones and zeros. She wasn't sent on fieldwork anymore. Yoongi said it was because she was "too much of a valuable asset to lose".

She knew that was a lie; he just didn't want her ending up too close to Itaewon-dong again. He wasn't going to let her make the same mistakes twice.

"Oi, squirt," Jimin waved his hand in front of Hana's face to break her from her trance. He'd become a little bit concerned about her in recent days. She wasn't eating much, and she was smiling even less. He might not have known a single thing about her encryption software or how to code, but he knew people and how to read them. His wandering ears had also heard most of her confrontation with Yoongi a week back. Nothing had been quite the same since.

"Mhhm?" She raised her gaze to meet his. They were both in need of some TLC, dark roots forming at the base of Jimin's flame-red hair and bags underneath Hana's eyes. There was stubble forming along his jawline, and she couldn't help but think he looked more handsome this way, more dangerous.

"You need an excuse to get dressed up, and I need no excuse to have a drink. Fancy hitting the club tonight?"

Hana's tongue rested on the roof of her mouth. She hadn't been in a bar since the evening she had first become acquainted with Jungkook's anatomy. It felt like it would be tempting fate, but she had missed flirting with danger.

She smirked, knowing that even her internal monologue was lying to herself; she had missed flirting with Jungkook.

"Yoongi won't like it," Hana sighed, slowly shutting down her laptop screen.

"Yoongi doesn't have to know," Jimin grinned, hiding the unease he was feeling. Everything had felt off recently, and he didn't like it.

"Yoongi always knows."

Hana wasn't wrong. Jimin knew this - but Yoongi had been out of town the last few days with Namjoon, orchestrating some grand plan they hadn't been kind enough to share with him and frankly, it was doing his nut in. He was just as much a part of Dal Pa as they were and he was getting sick of them treating him like an outsider. He had half been considering telling them to go and suck it whenever they came to ask for his help, which he knew they would. They were the brains; he was merely the brawn. He wanted to piss Yoongi off.

"Fuck 'em. When was the last time you did something you wanted?" Jimin was the worst influence going. "I'm leaving in 30, get dressed."

Left to her thoughts as he sauntered off to get ready himself, Hana contemplated the offer - for all of thirty seconds - before she was rummaging through her wardrobe. She knew what she was after; something dark. Something that would make the men she looked at double take. It wasn't danger nor Jungkook that she was planning on flirting with tonight. Truthfully she just wanted to forget about all of that. She wanted to be somebody else for the night.

Her hands traced along her hanging rail, searching for the velvety fabric of her favourite dress: a low rise, square-necked mini dress. It was, of course, black, and had a small slit that travelled from Hana's mid-thigh to where her leg met her pelvis. It was perfect.

Once located and tossed on her bed, she made her way to the shared bathroom between her and Jimin's rooms. He was in there already, pruning his stubble over the sink which was annoyingly right where Hana wanted to be.

"Watch it," Jimin smirked as Hana wriggled in front of him to gain a closer look in the mirror. "One bad move and you'll get a bald spot."

"Don't you dare," Hana laughed playfully. There was always a buzz of excitement before the two of them went out. They were the youngest members of the household, and they liked to party. What fun was the business they were in if they weren't able to overindulge a little? All business and no pleasure made them dull - and Jimin hated that feeling. He was born to be exuberant.

Hana's makeup bag was perched on the corner of the sink, and she quickly pulled out her trusty liquid liner, painting a thick black line on each of her lids. Jimin had always been impressed by how she did that with such ease. He thought he would have no doubt blinded himself.

"Silk or velvet?" He pondered, debating which shirt to wear, as he combed styling clay through his hair with his fingers, achieving the perfect 'just out of bed' look.

"Go for velvet. We can twin," Hana said softly, meaning it. She and Jimin had always been a power unit. Yoongi and Namjoon may have been the brains, but Hana was definitely the beauty to Jimin's brawn. It was an egregious power trip whenever the two of them made an entrance.

"Little black dress?" Jimin guessed, knowing her wardrobe almost as well as he knew his own. She hummed a little melody to confirm his thoughts, brushing mascara through her thick lashes. "Trying to get someone's attention, are we?"

Hana pursed her lips as she screwed her mascara wand back into its tube. If she was honest, part of her wanted to melt into the background, go unnoticed, unseen, by everyone - but she also wanted to command the room, to have men at her disposal. After all, they say the best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else.

"We're Dal Pa, babe, avoiding attention is what we do best," she smirked, knowing that her actions were going to do the exact opposite. Jimin scoffed.

"That Hae Pa kid really got inside you, didn't he?" He couldn't help but return her smirk, knowing that his innuendo wouldn't go unnoticed. Hana's momentary pause before she shook her head laughing confirmed this.

"What Hae Pa kid?" She flirted innocently as she left the room and headed to get changed, leaving Jimin by himself. He studied his face in the mirror, the smile slowly fading as he did so. Sure, it was all fun and games, but he knew they were just joking to divert their minds from the danger he knew they were all in.

It was going to end in tears, he was sure of it. He just wasn't sure who's tears it would be.

"Fuck," he sighed quietly to himself, tapping on the side of the porcelain basin to psyche himself up, before following the same path Hana had taken and calling out to her: "I'm calling a cab in 5, don't keep me waiting, squirt."