"Can't fuckin' breathe around here," Jimin grumbled, discarding his mask on the concierge table of Hana's minimalistic hotel suite. 

They had spent so long on the island that their lungs had forgotten what the pollution of the city could be like. It bothered Jimin more than Hana, but she was in a constant state of near suffocation anyway. 

"What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger," Hana laughed gently from her bed, where she was sitting with a sleek silver laptop in front of her, tapping away at last months invoices. "How's it looking out there?"

Just shy of a full moon, the night's sky had greeted them back into Seoul, a little later than planned. There had been some logistics issues with a shipment that was due to go out that evening, and Jimin was too much of a control freak over his fleet to let it go unsorted. They had a reputation to uphold, after all.

"Yeah not too bad, way too many drunk kids about," he said casually, opening up the mini-bar that was installed in her room. He began to clatter through the glass bottles, trying to find something to soothe his anxieties of being back. "Remind me again why the fuck we chose to stay in Itaewon?"

"Location, location, location," she smiled, imitating her best real-estate tycoon voice.

The Round Table meeting was being held just around the corner at Namsan Tower, plus it put them in the heart of the city. It was convenient more than anything.

Hana chose not to tell Jimin that it also meant they were only a few blocks away from the CCTV stream she had set up on the TV monitor. It had become such a common occurrence that he had just ignored it, standing in front of it to obscure it from her view. The beer that he had swiped from her fridge was cold in his hands as he bit the cap off with his teeth and spat it into her bin.

"We've been here 5 minutes, and you're already reverting back to your old ways," Hana teased. There was something about being in the city that, despite the nerves, felt homely. Comfortable.

"You can take the boy from the city," he took a swig on the bottle. "But not the city from the boy."

Rolling her eyes, Hana exported her invoices and shut the lid of her laptop down. "You reckon it will be weird? Being around people like that again?" She asked, alluding to the gang members they were due to have dinner with.

Jimin shrugged. Honestly, he hadn't really considered it all that much. Sure it was going to be weird, but since when had their lives not been?

"Best thing to remember is that we're not there as Dal Pa," he took another sip of his beer as Hana held her hand out for him to pass it to her. He did so absent-mindedly. They shared everything these days.

Well, almost everything. She still hadn't told him about her phone call from that morning. In her eyes, it was inconsequential. No good came from it, but no bad, either.

"We're there as the managing directors of Yuseong Logistics. That's it. Simply business," he reached to retrieve his bottle from Hana.

Sighing, Hana accepted what he said. She had considered the small empire that the two of them had built, the hard work and labour that had got them to where they are now. They wouldn't have been able to do it without Yoongi's hard drive and his contacts, that was for certain, but just because they used Pa data didn't make them a Pa. 

Their business was all above board and on the books. It was their clients who were bending the laws, not them. They simply provided the vessels and containers that their customers needed. What they filled them with was none of Yuseong Logistics' concern. 

"Still don't think we should present ourselves as Yuseong Pa?" Hana queried. They had discussed it numerous times, whether or not it would be more beneficial to act as a Pa with Yuseong Logistics being their cover. Ultimately, they had wanted out, and they got out - to go back 'in' now would just be a waste of everyone's time.

"Yuseong Logistics," Jimin reinforced, raking his fingers through his dark hair. He was in black cigarette trousers with a loose white t-shirt tucked in, belted securely in place with a strip of black leather. A silver chain hung loosely around his neck, falling just shy of his neckline and Hana couldn't help but be reminded of the Jimin she used to joke around with, in their dingy old kitchen. 

They had come so far, and yet they still felt like the Dal Pa kids who would party all night and piss off their adoptive parent.

"He would want that," Jimin continued quietly, eyes rested on his feet, both hands clasping the neck of his bottle. "He didn't want that life for us."

"You think he'd be proud?" Hana asked optimistically. It was the one constant, unachievable goal she always strived for. She liked to imagine that he would be, but there was no way they could ever know.

"I dunno, squirt," he replied honestly, casting a look over his shoulder to the television that was still streaming CCTV footage. "I don't think he'd be too fond of this, though."

It had taken Jimin quite a while to realise why Yoongi kept tabs on 32b. Even after he found their bodies together, read through their notebook full of plans and stared at polaroids of their inexplicably happy teen faces, he still didn't want to acknowledge the torment that Yoongi must have gone through.

He hated that their lives could have been different, that Yoongi could have been living the life that he and Hana were now if only they had gotten out sooner. He also hated that Hana now faced the same reality.

Jimin pressed down firmly on the wall socket switch, cutting the voltage from the screen. In the vast darkness of the empty monitor, Hana could see her own reflection staring down at her.

"You should see him."

She looked across to study Jimin's face, and she could tell he was being earnest. He didn't want her to keep secrets, not like she had done before. More than anything, he didn't want Yoongi's sacrifices to have been made in vain. 

The suggestion hung in the air for a moment, until he continued. "If you don't see him before the meeting, you're gonna be off your game. We both know it. I'm not gonna pretend to understand the way you're feeling, but I'm not gonna invalidate it, either."

Fiddling with the label on his bottle, Jimin had never been so diplomatic. His growth had been exponential, and Hana couldn't help but feel in awe of him.

Whereas she was stagnated, fixed at zero. 

Eventually, he left her to her thoughts, flicking the monitor back on as he left. Hana wanted to turn it off, to shake herself of the habit, but she stayed transfixed on the door until she saw her former lover grace the hallway once more.

Grabbing her shoes and a jacket, she cursed at herself as she switched it off and headed for the door. 

a/n: Yuseong (유성) refers to meteors. I wanted to keep the celestial theme going lols x