"You not gonna offer me a seat?" 

Jungkook finally questioned after a second of silence. Hana hadn't anticipated what she'd do if she actually saw him. She hadn't thought this through at all.

"I didn't think you'd wait to be asked," her smile was coy, the muscles in her cheeks contorting themselves to suppress a grin.

"I might be a crook," he began as his long, bruised fingers wrapped around the top of the metal chair and scraped it back against the wooden floor, no doubt chipping the white paint it was coated in. His body took to the chair like a duck to water, as if it was where he was invariably destined to be. "But I'm still a gentleman."

Hana laughed at his stupidity. All crooks were gentlemen until you got on their bad side. She knew full well that he was only gentle until you gave him a reason not to be.

"What you working on?" He asked, ignoring the humour that Hana had found in his words.

Her face had been buried in a laptop, decrypting old files and converting them into Dal Pa's very own unique brand of encryption to prevent alien devices from gaining access to their data. Their data was their moneymaker, and they needed it protected. Jimin could never understand why she chose to do it outside of the four walls that they called home - but as soon as she started talking about IP addresses and configuring networks, he zoned out, so she had stopped trying to explain. "Yeah, yeah, nerd shit," was the best he could mutter whenever the topic of conversation turned to her area of expertise.

"If I tell you, I'd have to kill you," she said dryly, playing on the films she watched as a kid. Her life was no way near as exciting as Hollywood would have had you believe, but she knew that it was better to be in the shadows and not to make a spectacle. The Hae Pa street dogs made enough noise for the both of them.

"You're hot when you talk business," he flirted, elbows rested on the oak table, fully invested in a conversation with her. He knew he shouldn't have been, and that he was doing something wrong, but Jungkook had always found being 'good' a little dull.

"You're hot when you shut up," Hana sighed, eyes fixed on her screen as she adjusted some 1's and 0's. Jungkook just took her disinterest as a challenge; and one that he very much wanted to win.

"So you think I'm hot?" There was a glint in his chocolate eyes that Hana caught as she flicked her eyes up to meet his teasing gaze. Jungkook shifted slightly to press the pads of his fingers against the back of her laptop and shut it down. He wanted her attention.

"Need I remind you that you told me to be a stranger? This feels far too familiar for strangers," Hana was careful not to sound as if she was scolding him. She rested her eyes on the hand that had closed her laptop and noticed how his knuckles were partially swollen, redraw.

"You're right, I'm sorry," he reclined, taking his hand with him and placing it in his lap. There was a boyish arrogance about him that told Hana he wasn't sorry at all.

Apologising wasn't something that came naturally to him. He had always been unapologetic in the way that he carried himself and the jobs that he did. It was better that way, he felt, for apologies were a sign of weakness, a suggestion that he would have wanted to make things right. He didn't like to appear as if he cared about things; more often than not, he genuinely didn't.

"What happened to your hand?" Hana changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on what was unquestionably a lie.

Jungkook's work had been a slight mystery to her. She knew he was Hae Pa, she knew what they were known for, but she couldn't imagine that sweet smile grinning in the eyes of someone he was about to draw a final breath from. Perhaps that made him even more sinister.

"Funny story actually," his eyes were smiling, too.

"Oh yeah?" Hana pressed, engaged with his energy. If she'd have known that he was still buzzing off the adrenaline kick from breaking a middle-aged man's jaw, she probably wouldn't have liked it quite so much.

There was pride in Jungkook's work ethic. He did his jobs, and he did them well. It was one of the reasons Saffy had put him under Jin's wing when he was first recruited, picked from a bunch of street fighting kids who were barely old enough to understand what a gang was. The kid he had been fighting wasn't half bad either, and, occasionally, Jungkook wondered where he had ended up; if his life had been as equally distorted.

Yet despite his pride, he didn't feel like telling Hana that the men he had been collecting debts from that evening looked a whole lot worse than his knuckles. They'd barely made a dent on Jungkook.

"Yeah..." he began, the cogs turning in his head as he spoke. "I was walking home, and this rabid bear began to chase me, so I had to fight him off with my bare hands. I actually ended up taming him, and now we're mates. I think I'm gonna call him Roberto."

"You're so full of shit," Hana rolled her eyes at the smug grin that was plastered all over his face, but she couldn't help but smile at how dumb he was.

"Yeah but I make you laugh, so you can't mind all that much."

"It called being polite, dumbass" she protested, attempting to regain some poise.

"Really?" He was amused. "Since when was swearing that much considered polite?"

"Fuck off."

"Fine," he shrugged, poising himself to stand. He was playing his game flawlessly now, and expecting Hana's countermove in 3... 2...

"No."

Bingo.

"Sorry, what was that?" His smug, shit-eating grin had returned, but Hana didn't feel like arguing against him anymore.

"Stay... for a bit." She felt vulnerable asking, but the softness in his eyes compelled her to continue. "Finish your coffee. Keep me company."

"Alright, needy," he winked at her, her lips pursed in flirtatious annoyance.

"Don't make me regret it, already."

Jungkook just laughed. "You've regretted every night you've spent with me so far, why change now?"

It was a question Hana wasn't able to answer. Truthfully, she'd had zero regrets about the time she had spent with him. She regretted the conflict of interest, and she regretted the fallout she knew would inevitably come from this, but she didn't regret him.

At least, not yet.