Yoongi focus

"Why would the president hire a bunch of conmen to handle his affairs?" Yoongi asked Namjoon who was sitting at the other side of the table with an untouched steaming mug of tea in front of him. He had denied the poffee. A clear act of hostility.

"He doesn't," was the blunt answer of the gray-haired, which made Yoongi sigh at the ex-cop's hitman demeanor. It was bordering silly and he felt himself becoming more agitated with every clipped sentence that came out of this plush-lipped mouth.

Still, he tried to get some more information until Taehyung and Jungkook would arrive. "So, you came on your own accord, and Mr. Moon doesn't know his money will end up in the hands of some conmen?" he asked. If he was honest, he was a little curious about how the KFC got their work done.

Namjoon finally took a sip of the tea before he answered, "I'm their problem solver. As long as I'm doing good, no one asks." A lopsided but warm smile flashed over the tall man's face, showing a hint of the old Namjoon. So, there still was the ex-cop they've known under that layer of hitman attitude. That was kind of reassuring.

However, the statement sounded like it came right out of a movie, so he could not stop himself from making fun of the agent. "Oooooh," he whispered in faked astonishment, "their problem solver..."

Namjoon frowned. "You know I'm smarter than you give me credit for."

That was probably correct, but Yoongi could not take Namjoon serious if the man continued to act like this. He knew of the nature of their gray-haired friend's heart; he had seen him cuddling puppies and talking to kids, smiling at old women when he freed his seat for them, and chewing on the inside of his cheek when he was immersed in a good book. Kim Namjoon was of gentle nature. Thus, this cold-hearted attitude was just a skill he had learned, probably even learned from Taehyung and him when they had sent him out to act as this or that person. That thought made Yoongi a little proud.

"Maybe," he acknowledged in a vague manner and smiled a little smile, being answered by a gleam in Namjoon's ebony eyes.

Silence filled the room once more.

"You must like the KFC," Yoongi said, knowingly walking down the line of provocation, "So many dangerous strong boys around you." He did not know why he lowered himself to that level, but the need to get some more human reactions out of the taller was irking him to say it.

"I have a girlfriend," the agent deflected his childish words.

To be plain, Yoongi was shocked. It was not that he did think of Namjoon as someone who was incapable of having a relationship, it was quite the opposite, but he had not expected it to be a woman after the ex-cop had almost kissed his feet when he had threatened him with identity theft.

"Did she threaten you?" he asked stupidly.

"Yes." Finally, a lasting smile drew itself on the ex-cop's features, dimples filled with amusement. "She threatened to cut my balls off if I ever... tried something."

Yoongi snorted. "But your balls seem perfectly fine to me," he noted.

The look that settled in those ebony eyes made him squirm in his chair. "Like you said," the agent spoke, "I learned a lot from you." And a mocking half-smile curled the plush lips.

What was up with this situation? Why was, no matter what he said or did, Namjoon the one with the upper hand? Why did he feel so overwhelmed with that stupid Man in Black in his living room?

He needed a cigarette. "Did you also learn how to smoke?" he growled childishly, knowing the answer before Namjoon shook his head. "Too bad," he lied, "I'll be outside." And he hurried to leave for the balcony roof.

Cold air hit him in the face when he stepped outside. It might not be snowing in Seoul yet, but it still was butt-freezingly cold. After all, December had arrived by now. Winter was truly a hateful thing for smokers; either your fingers turn numb or your cigarette burns out before you finish it. But Taehyung had prohibited smoking inside, and because he was a good boyfriend who respected that, he always accepted the face-numbing winter breeze when he urged for a stick.

Unfortunately, the weather made his mood sink even lower, so that he decided to quit his tantrum after half a cigarette and went back inside. Better an irritating Kim Namjoon than a cold butt and numb fingers.

"How long will it take for Taehyung to arrive?" the gray-haired asked the very instant he had stepped back into the warmth.

Yoongi was about to answer that he did not know either when the door burst open and a red-cheeked, suitcase-packed Jungkook followed by a blue-haired Taehyung (without baggage) entered the room with some noise. For a moment Yoongi was stunned by his boyfriend's new hair color before a pair of soft cold lips landed on his and he was pulled into a wintery bearhug. "I missed you so much," Taehyung lilted before he plastered Yoongi's face with cold smooches.

Against the screams of his already hurt mysterious-hacker-dignity, he grinned at his lover's demeanor and allowed him to ruffle up his whole appearance in the storm of happy reunion while he watched Namjoon through the fluffy tips of the extravagant fur collar of his boyfriend's jacket.

The gray-haired was looking at them with a raised eyebrow and exchanged some glances with Jungkook. "He looks even more extravagant in winter," he heard the agent's lowered voice.

"Oh," Taehyung let go of Yoongi to show off his new coat properly, "That's a Fendi. Marvelous, isn't it? They also have a black one that would go perfectly with your... all black new style." The artist took some seconds to scan over the new appearance of their old friend. "Suits you," he mumbled approvingly before he looked back at Yoongi with a warm smile that made the hacker's heart grow big. He had missed his boyfriend, too.

Namjoon looked amused but said nothing while Jungkook looked completely disinterested, typing away on his phone. "I'll be gone," the raven said and slipped out of the door before anyone could even open their mouth to protest.

"Greet Jimin from me," Taehyung said weakly with Jungkook no longer in sight. "Well, whatever. Namjoon! What a pleasure to have you back!" Yoongi studied his lover's face when he heard that but found nothing of the happiness the words had tried to convey. Taehyung was nervous.

"I hope I didn't interrupt some important job," the gray-haired said politely and rearranged his posture to talk business.

Taehyung's smile was forced. "No, I was just teaching my new student how to find-"

"Not important," Yoongi interrupted.

After a look at Yoongi, Namjoon apparently decided that it was indeed unimportant and fixed his eyes back on Taehyung. "As you already know someone broke into the presidential safe and stole some important documents. Don't ask me about those. I know as much as you do. All that was told to me was that those documents are to be brought back or, if that's impossible, at least to be destroyed."

Yoongi nodded, seeing Taehyung mirroring him from the corner of his eye.

"Do you have a suspect?" Taehyung asked, slowly switching into mission mode.

"We already captured him and asked for his employer's whereabouts," Namjoon said with a satisfied expression.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. Now that was interesting. "How did you catch him? He was able to break into the country's most heavily guarded safe, so how could he possibly have given away his identity?" he asked. Do Kyungsoo was a master of his profession, there was no chance he had gotten caught so easily.

"He held his face into the surveillance camera," Namjoon stated matter-of-factly, surprising Yoongi once again.

He chuckled drily. "D.O. did what?" he blurted in disbelieve. This had to be a joke.

The agent's face turned cold. "How do you know this alias?"

Well, fuck. Namjoon looked like he was about to pull out his gun and arrest them, so Yoongi lifted his hands from the table in surrender and tried to explain. "There are three people in this country who're capable of something like this and he's the number one," he said, almost knotting his own tongue by trying to speak as fast as possible. "I just guessed." Nervous he watched every twitch of their gray-haired friend's face.

"He had two companions. How do I know it wasn't you?" the man asked straightforward, radiating that awful menacing energy of a mafia boss that made Yoongi feel like a powerless underling.

Taehyung felt it as well and jumped to his favorite coping mechanism. His boyfriend stood up with a melodious hum and pulled a Spanish rosé wine from the shelf to pour himself a glass. "When did it happen?" he asked with the drink in hand and sat down again, legs crossed and leaned back like nothing could shake him now that he had a drink to calm his nerves.

"Four days ago," Namjoon said and looked like he understood that Taehyung was about to deflect his accusation.

"I have photos of me and Jungkook in Sendai on that day. We were celebrating the first snow. Yoongi sure has some browser history that can prove that he was busy with shopping some electronics during that time. And don't you dare pull Jimin or Hoseok into the game because those two are innocent to the very core!" his boyfriend said with emphasis on the last sentence, pointing a ringed finger at the ex-cop as a warning.

Namjoon sighed defeated. "I'm sorry." The dark rings under his eyes were showing again when he pulled the glasses off to rub over his face. "You should've seen his face," he mumbled quietly and put the slim frames back onto his nose, leaving the conman duo in the dark about whom he was referring to.

"Well," Taehyung continued, "Now that we've cleared our name, what do you have for us?" He stretched out a hand to receive a slim metal flash drive (of the kind waterproof and indestructible) from one of Namjoon's inner jacket pockets.

Then he winked at Yoongi, "Go fetch your favorite toy. We have a country to save."

Perplexed by the fast change of Taehyung's behavior, Yoongi looked back at his lover before a push against his shoulder made him move and get his laptop to look through the data. Apart from a scan of Kyungsoo's prisoner file, the flash was filled with unnecessarily many photos of an elegant Japanese guy, who seemed to be around forty, and a glass tower as well as pictures of what had to be the building's ground plan and the table of companies residing inside.

Taehyung whined quietly, "I just visited Japan! Why did you call me back?" And a frown distorted his handsome features.

Namjoon ignored the artist. "Our culprit is Yamamoto Takumi," he began to explain. "Mr. Yamamoto works for a law firm in Tokyo but has ambitions to go into politics. I'm sure stealing the documents is politically motivated. With the current economic situation between-"

"We know the situation. Thank you," Yoongi interrupted. "Continue with the relevant stuff."

Namjoon chewed on the inside of his cheek, looking a little annoyed, but continued nonetheless. "He's known for his unorthodox methods in obtaining evidence, his fierce way in court and his workaholic nature. Comes to work first, leaves last. No wife or girlfriend, no kids, not even a pet. We heard from his colleagues that he takes all his meals in the restaurant of this tower, so he literally never leaves the building. He seems to use his apartment only for sleeping," Namjoon rambled like he was reading a script.

"What a cliché," Taehyung murmured, eyes glued to the laptop, and Yoongi could only agree. In their line of business meeting the cliché seemed to be the standard.

"You were fast," he approved of Namjoon's work. If the pull had only happened four days ago, the speed of the KFC was incredible compared to the police, inhuman even. They had found the thief, interrogated him, and had sent people to Japan to spy on the man behind the curtain. But then again, Kyungsoo had held his face into the camera which was really making it easy. And if he had willingly shown his face then he sure did not hide too well either.

"It didn't make you wonder that he looked straight into the camera?" Yoongi had to ask. There was something fundamentally wrong with the course of happenings. For a master thief to reveal their face willingly, something at least life-threatening had to happen, so what in the world could scare Do Kyungsoo enough to give up his treasured ghost-existence?

"Of course, it did," Namjoon answered, "but we would've been stupid not to follow the trace."

Yoongi had to agree on that. He would have done the same. Still, it was bugging him. But even if he wanted to ask, Namjoon had said that he knew nothing about the content of what they were supposed to save. It was all rather strange.

But one more thing he could ask. "What did D.O. want in exchange for his confession?"

Namjoon just looked at him for a moment before he said. "A single cell."

A single cell. Self-chosen isolation because it was too dangerous to live with others? Or simply because he wanted to be left alone? It was easier to break out from a single cell. No human deadweight attached...

"So," Taehyung interrupted his thoughts after he had looked through all the photos, "Any plans on how to approach this problem?" his boyfriend asked the agent.

Namjoon leaned closer. "We checked his apartment and didn't find any safe, and given how his work-life balance looks like, we assume that he stows the document in a safe at the law firm." Taehyung and Yoongi nodded. "The company celebrates their twentieth anniversary on the weekend after this one, so-"

Yoongi sighed at the short preparation timespan. "You want to go in during that weekend?"

"Yeah," Namjoon admitted with an apologetic smile. "The circumstances are optimal. The party will be held at the tower restaurant on the top floor with music and a buffet and all that stuff, and I don't think that even a workaholic, much less a top lawyer like Yamamoto, will be allowed to leave early."

"Fine," Yoongi agreed. "What can you tell us about the security measurements of the tower and law firm?"

"One security check at the ground level of the tower and cards for all elevators and doors. Also, cctv for the hallways and elevators. The feed is checked from the ground level terminals," the gray-haired answered.

"Fucking cards everywhere," Yoongi growled. He was getting sick of those. But of course, for a company it was easier to handle their people digitally than to hand out a key for every employee. Even more so for a whole tower.

"That makes it easier," Taehyung said nonchalantly and sipped at his wine. "Most personnel carry their cards on the outside of their clothes or in some outer pocket because it's functional. Easier to steal some."

Yoongi thought about it. "True, but if you plan to steal Mr. Yamamoto's card, we'll need someone at the party. Otherwise he'll notice it's gone and run for his office."

Taehyung nodded while he stared at the picture with the company signs of the tower. "So, we need a waiter, an office worker, a delivery man, and a caretaker, I think," he said after a pause.

Yoongi still tried to understand the mix of people when Namjoon sighed. The agent looked done with them. "Just explain it already," the man growled.

Taehyung smiled brightly. "You'll see." Namjoon looked like he wanted to punch the artist, and Yoongi could understand him a little. Whatever it was that kept their old friend awake at night, it was draining him out of humor and patience.

"Do you trust us?" he asked the gray-haired in an offer for peace.

Namjoon nodded weakly. "Of course. I wouldn't have come here if it wasn't for me believing you could pull it off." He rubbed over his eyes once more.

"Perfect, "Taehyung beamed, "Now go and get some sleep and then buy us five tickets to Tokyo for Monday. First class. I guess, your... institution has the money."

"I suppose there's a reason for it to be first class?" Namjoon asked. He finally looked like every ounce of energy had left him and Yoongi almost wanted to pat his back and tell him that everything would turn out well.

"No, but I like travelling first class. You owe us," Taehyung cheered blithely and stood up to open the door for the agent. "After all, we're going to save our country."

Namjoon's face was even gloomier after that statement. "Then make sure to keep your promise," he growled before he got up to take his leave.

Once the door closed, Taehyung spun around like a hyperactive child. "I'll call Kook. We have a trip to plan. Make a new checklist," he instructed Yoongi who had given up on understanding his boyfriend's plan. He would learn about it early enough.

"Anything else, your majesty?" he asked sarcastically.

Taehyung just stared at him for a moment. Then, "Yeah, forget that for a second and kiss me!"

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