Hana's leg jittered nervously as she drank in Seoul's energetic ambience from the back seat of a taxi. 

The muffled sounds of party goers vibrated through the glass, only serving to shake her leg even more than it already was.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jimin could see the involuntary movements. Her body was speaking the words that she felt she couldn't. Nerves were to be expected, of course they were, but this was different. Hana was terrified.

Hooking her fingers underneath the gold chain of her necklace, she raised it and let it rest taut against her chin.

"You'll ruin your lipstick," Jimin spoke calmly, knowing that she was about to push the necklace upwards. A nervous tick that he had noticed many years ago, Hana would let her jewellery rest in her mouth, hooked behind her front teeth. It was a fundamental flaw that stemmed from her cognitive development; her brain needed to alleviate the pressure in her jaw. The proprioceptive input calmed her, focused her and soothed her nerves.

Letting the necklace fall slack, Hana twisted the chain around and unhooked the clasp. She couldn't be giving away such obvious visual clues, not tonight. She needed to look valiant.

Jimin held out his palm, just over the centre seat as to not encroach on her personal space, and she let the chilled metal slink down into his hand.

"Wanna talk about it, squirt?" Jimin posed the question casually, trying to make it seem reasonable. They both knew things were far from ordinary, but she appreciated the effort. She shook her head silently.

What was there to say?

She was going to be in a room with her worst nightmares; the woman who wanted her dead, a man who deserted his "family" for personal gain and - perhaps the most terrifying of all - the love of her life.

She considered how Jungkook would behave, or if he'd acknowledge her presence at all. Everyone knew what had happened between them - everyone knew that their declarations of affection had been the catalyst to the demise of the Gala.

Together, they had remapped the very fabric of Seoul's underworld, at the expense of two of its brightest and best attractions; Yoongi and Jin.

Almost as if he could read her thoughts, Jimin broke the silence in the car once more.

"You've got nothing to worry about. You've already seen the boy, you know things are fine."

A sharp breath exhaled from Hana's nose, soundtracking a laugh that didn't appear on her face. Yes, things were fine with Jungkook, but Hana wasn't stupid - she never counted her chickens before they hatched.

"I've seen Jungkook, no-one else," she reminded him. "Saffy doesn't really value our lives all that much."

"Perhaps not," Jimin spoke calmly, subduing his own nerves. "But he's not going to let anything happen to you... and even if he does, I won't."

This time, Hana did smile. Reaching across to the hand that was resting in his lap, she squeezed his fingers gently. They were cold from the air conditioning but silky smooth thanks to his obsessive habit of staying moisturised.

He worked hard and did more manual labour than most bosses, but he'd be damned if he let anyone outside of the business know that.

She'd barely been able to soothe her rapidly beating heart before they arrived at Namsan Tower. Taking the elevator until they were 236 metres above the city, there was no turning back now.

Smooth jazz echoed faintly around them as they looked in awe at the city lights beneath them. Neither of them had ever known such luxury in the city before. It was hard to believe how much had changed since they called this city home.

Dimly lit, the candles were almost completely liquid from a day spent burning at the wicks. The was a slight smokey scent to the air, but it was probably better attributed to the cigars that were clamped securely between the lips of the men around the table.

At the end closest to her, there were men Hana didn't recognise. Just two of them, they seemed older and wiser than most of the attendees. They must have been the new gang that Namjoon had mentioned to Jimin on the phone - traditionalists who were sick of the way the 'kids' were running things.

Opposite them, at the head of the narrow table was Namjoon. Tall and poised, he suited his position. There was an air about him that demanded attention, his sultry eyes daring anyone who looked in his direction to look for just a little bit longer. Those cheekbones were a force to reckoned with.

Hana's anger from the previous year had subsided, and instead of being irritated by his presence, she was glad for it. She was pleased that he had been okay in the long run. She didn't recognise his associate, but then again, she wasn't surprised. Most Dal Pa members she knew had been killed by Hae Pa over the last year. It was just her and Jimin left on the hit list.

Jimin let his hand rest on Hana's back, nudging her forward with him. Now was not the time to look complacent.

It would have been impossible to not stop in her tracks if she saw Jungkook in business attire, so she carried on walking without a glance in his direction.

Jimin, on the other hand, stared them down.

There were three of them, sat with their backs to the window on the longest side of the table. Closest to the entrance was Hoseok. Stern and brooding, he took great interest in their arrival, but particularly in Hana. It wasn't hard to see what had attracted Jungkook to her in the first place, that was for sure. Yet he still couldn't quite comprehend that this small, delicate woman was the force of nature that had disrupted all of their lives quite so dramatically.

In the middle was Saffy, dressed in an emerald slip dress that Jimin recognised immediately - it was almost identical to the one that Hana had worn on the night of her mission to seduce the Mayor's secretary. He wondered if it was coincidental. The smug look on her face as she took Jungkook's cigar from his lips and inhaled its smoke would suggest that it wasn't.

As she placed it back between her partner's pouted lips, Jimin followed her movements and acknowledged Jungkook's matching satin tie. They looked good together, that was a given, but it was all pretend. Jungkook's eyes were only on Hana. Dark and predatory, he was begging for her to look his way. He was addicted to the high that he got from drinking in her soul, but she wasn't playing ball.

It made him crave her even more.

Studying her body, he was desperate to know what the black, skin-tight velvet felt like against the contours of her waist and was unbearable jealous of the position Jimin was in. He considered how it would feel to take the thin straps that held her dress in place between his teeth and sink them down her toned arms.

Her hair was curled loosely, in a style that he'd never seen before. Wearing just a single gold bracelet, which hung supinely from her thin wrist, she looked sophisticated and elegant. Her understated look demanded his attention. He was furious at her for looking so good at a time like this.

How was he supposed to conduct business when all he could think about was pleasure?

Instinctively, he sank a little further back into his chair, spreading his thighs in a bid to make himself more comfortable. Saffy took his cigar for a second time, noticing his wandering eyes and wanting his attention again. Her hand rested on Jungkook's thigh, grazing a little too close to the hardened bulge in his suit trousers, but he couldn't object. Causing a scene with Saffy would undermine his one true mistress, the only thing he was really committed to: Hae Pa.

It wasn't until Hana took her seat, directly opposite Saffy, that she dared to look at Jungkook. Her peachy lips parted slightly, as she raised an eyebrow. 'Didn't know you smoked?' her smirk suggested.

Reaching into his blazer pocket, Jimin withdrew a cigar of his own and passed Hana her cigarette holder.

At home, they just chain-smoked crappy menthols, but tonight called for some class.

Hana's cigarette holder was vintage, one of the relics she had adopted from Yoongi's old room. Its curved length was adorned with intricate markings, which served to accentuate the dragon's head shaped clasp that held her cigarette in place. Jimin passed her a Djarum Black, her smoke of choice for such affairs, and lit it for her.

Observing with great amusement, Jungkook raised his eyebrow back at her playfully. He didn't know she smoked either.

He supposed that there was lots they didn't know about each other.

Suppressing a grin, Hana took a long toke and listened carefully as Namjoon began to conduct the meeting.

"Glad to see we could all make it," he stood, voice echoing around the room. It was empty except for the attendees and a few waiting staff. The restaurant was owned by Dal Pa, so Namjoon had had the entire thing shut down to the public for the night. "As you can see, we have some familiar faces returning," he turned towards the two defectors of Dal Pa, palm raised to signal precisely who they were. "Why don't you introduce yourselves?"

Jimin stood, placing his burning cigar in the ashtray. Hana remained seated, letting him take the reins. He was the face of Yuseong Logistics, after all.

"It's a pleasure," he began, nodding towards Namjoon, who had returned to his seat. "Park Jimin, Managing Director and Chief Executive Officer of Yuseong Logistics. I'm joined with Kim Hana, my business partner and Chief Operations and Financial Officer. We're here to discuss shipments of ours that have been tampered with and to discuss how to best conduct business with you all going forward. We're the market leaders in our field and are unrivalled in what we can offer you; however, our services require discretion, loyalty and honour."

Hana raised her chin, focused on Saffy. Her eyes bore into her competitor, willing her to feel incompetent when comparing Hana's achievements to her own.

Saffy was hanging off Jungkook like a Christmas tree decoration, and it pissed Hana off. She had been out of Pa life for so long now that she had almost forgotten the importance of keeping up appearances. It didn't sting any less when she realised that this was the message Jungkook had been conveying with Saffy for the last year.

Togetherness, power in numbers, unity, whatever he wanted to dress it up as - they looked like a couple and it made Hana's blood boil.

Suddenly her achievements didn't feel all that grand - not when Saffy had already won the grand prize. She had Jungkook's loyalty. All that Hana had with him was fleeting moments of passion, sandwiched between longing aches in her chest.

Hana was unaware that Saffy, too, was feeling an uncomfortable discord within her chest. She could smell the sweet vanilla tones of Hana's perfume, which matched Jungkook's aftershave. The combination of scents, his slightly muskier than hers, was all too familiar. It took her longer than she would have liked to admit to realise that it was the same combination of scents that she had sensed in his apartment a few days ago.

Her nails dug tenderly, yet deliberately into his thigh, causing him to shift slightly. Hana's gaze flicked across the table, noticing the movement. Saffy's hand was unmistakably in Jungkook's lap, his eyes looking somewhere across the room - anywhere but on Hana in that moment.

"Very well," Namjoon took the reins once more. "Let's get down to business."

a/n: business-talk-jimin is my favourite jimin