Namjoon held a light, caring smile on his face when spotting the woman walk about down the hall. She seemed stressed, yet light-hearted as she swayed her hips and danced with joyfulness. Just her face made him want to smile; innocence, purity, and hope are what he saw when staring at her baby-like face.

"Aoroma?" Namjoon chuckled, catching her stare as she froze and looked over at him standing in front of the BigHit elevators.

Her face gleamed when spotting him. Like he expected, she skipped over with a cheerful smile and bright eyes. Greeting him, she asked where he was headed in the middle of the day.

"Meeting the boys for an important meeting," Namjoon slowly clarified, not wishing to give too much away. He quickly changed the subject to her well being. "But more importantly, how have you been? Are you close to healing?"

"It was just a graze oppa," she chuckled out feeling giddy over him worrying. "But thank you for being so sweet and caring since I was shot. It means a lot."

"Of course," he chuckled, "at this point, with everything you've done since we've been back... I would feel awful if I don't check up on you."

His face softened. "I mean, you were there for her most when we were out there." He talked about you.

Aoroma's face fell. Smile twitching at the ends of her lips a little as her teeth grit. "You care for her a lot huh?"

Namjoon licked his lips, blushing, "Y/N was under my watch and I let her go. Who knows what she's going through at this very moment."

Aoroma nodded. Forcing her smile to leave her as the amusement clouded within her petite body. She was quick to show empathy as she nodded and saddened her shoulders with a slump. "Hopefully she is found soon."

Namjoon nodded, clicking the bottom to the slow elevator to approach faster. Suddenly the urge to leave and meet everyone that was waiting for him quicker, wishing to care for you and save you was ignited in his mind.

Aoroma watched the man grow tense and jumpy. Seeing him frustratedly push at the bottom some more, her brows furrowed a tiny bit. "Easy," she giggled, "the button didn't do anything to you."

He sighed, nodding and accepting as he simply waited. That didn't stop Namjoon's feet from tapping impatiently, however.

Aoroma's confusion deepened. She tested her knowledge for a brief moment before sparking conversation just as the doors to the elevator finally came about.

She watched him walk in before asking, "Where did you say you were going again?"

"Meeting the boys," he said, smiling tightly before letting the elevator doors close on the curious face of Aoroma.

He felt the mechanics move and go down. Sighing dramatically alone, he glanced at every corner in front of him before mumbling to himself.

"Meeting the boys," he started, "...and seeing a way to Y/N."

-

It felt like you hadn't left from the first time they had taken you. The same delusional presence you kept, along with the same aggressive torture that they kept—eating you up the more they tried to get answers from you.

You didn't break.

After everything, after Kennah sacrificing himself with his death, to Namjoon growing closer to you and trusting you with information that remained unclear to him...to Sarah who sat beat beside you, you couldn't afford to break now.

So, you let them hit you, water you down, suffocate you, and pin you to your breaking points but never did you slip past those points. You would halt at the edges of your sanity and hope that they'd stop. That the world would stop. And that your life would stop.

It got to that point.

You wished to die knowing the truths rather than spilling any of them in forms of secrets.

But your mind was too strong to even collapse on itself, no matter how much your. Oft wanted you to do so. So here you were, weeks and weeks of absolute torment; unable to find pecan with your reality and what as almost real when away with the boys once upon a one.

Your days with the idol group seemed to far away....like it never even happened.

"You thinking about Namjoon again?"

It was Sarah's groggy voice. She was awake again.

You took a while to look over at her. Usually, you would flush, grow defensive, or deny. But your body was too tired to do any of it As you

Nodded and Shifted in your

The seat you had been tied to forever.

"I'm guessing it's been a while since your crazy ass has talked to dead Kennah...?" She referred to the time she spotted you talking to mid-air. Now knowing of your situation, she was more like a mirror as you talked and talked about anything so you wouldn't go mental.

Kennah was gone and unable to keep you sane any longer. So you used Sarah who was next to you as a way to clutch into any humanity that you had left.

"When he gets you out of here, invite me to your wedding," she joked, choking on the dry blood that crept at the back of her throat.

"You ain't coming to my wedding no matter who I marry," you mumbled back. Your voice sounded demon-like; it sounded lost and unknown from what your body was naturally used to.

"Ouch. We're getting tortured together and still haven't bonded close enough?"

You wished to laugh but couldn't. Instead, your face was tired, drained, and looked like you could give less than two shits.

"I'm waiting for my girls to come and save my ass," Sarah continued, sighing, "They should be close to figuring out where their pimp ran off to." She laughed.

Again, you couldn't move your face. You simply allowed yourself to stare in her direction.

"Is it true Jin attending your brothel?"

Sarah grinned. "Clients are kept anonymous my dear," She explained with amusement, "I can't say."

You nodded. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Why you worried though?"

You tried to scoff. You couldn't, your face was glued still. "He's on the USB. Of course, I should be worried. You should too. If your brothel meets the eyes of the public, you'll—"

"Chill," she mumbled, tired herself. Sarah still smiled. "The USB is in good hands."

You grew irritated behind the mystery of the same sentence being thrown at you over and over. "Why huh? Why is it so safe in the hands of Jules? The real Jules..."

"Don't worry about it."

You found your face to successfully move into a glare.

She smiled larger. "If I tell you, your Namjoon smitten-heart will break and grow confused. I'd rather not."

That made your skin crawl. Instead of anger, instead of curiousness or confusion, you were left with uneasiness. "What does that mean?"

"Promise you won't be too dramatic about it?"

"Sure," you whispered, waiting for the bandage to be ripped.

"Well first off, she's a reporter so of course," she lamely began, "second, she's on the USB so she'd obviously want to save herself from the aftermath if any of the contents were to get out. Third..."

"The reporter, Jules, the real Jules," Sarah started, teeth shining past the brown blood crusted at her gums, "she's pregnant with the leader's baby. And I know a soon-to-be-mother would do anything to protect her future baby."

-

"What?!" Namjoon barked, eyes wide and smile huge as he looked over at the reporter who was tense before him.

Not able to help himself, Namjoon instantly allowed his thin arms to wrap around her as he picked her up in excitement. She was uncomfortable as he did so, receiving a few shaking heads for the rest of the boys as they separated the two.

Taehyung smiled sheepishly in the woman's direction, apologizing on behalf of Namjoon who grew eager over the news she presented at this meeting.

They were all in her office. It was a weird sight, but Jules learned to move on from it fast. She smiled before presenting her back straighter and ignoring eyes on the excited man before her. Jules had just told them that she might have news on where you were, and Namjoon hadn't been happier. It was an interesting sight for her to see how he truly seemed to care about you.

"How did you find yourself such information?" Yoongi asked, skeptical as he was hidden behind his mask and hood.

Everyone had come out of their guarded up attire, but he stood in it.

"I finally managed to get in touch with the girls at the brothel you attended," she pointed at Jin who was familiar to her in the pictures. Jin tensed.

Hoseok burst laughing and Namjoon couldn't help but side-smirk.

"They told me about their partner, Sarah, who has been missing a little earlier than Y/N...they also lead me into believing that Sarah was the one to send me the USB in the first place."

Namjoon deeply absorbed the information being presented to him. Sucking in his breath and trying to understand, she couldn't help but ask, "Why to send it to you?"

Jules grew quiet at that. "That doesn't matter," she said softly before looking over at the others, she tried not making eye-contact with Namjoon and he noticed the hesitancy.

"The important bit to focus on is that with the extra information on Sarah, and the leads the girls at the brothel had, we could either join them in the action or go earlier and save both."

"Wasn't it dangerous?" Jungkook asked, staring at the woman, "you shouldn't have gone alone."

"Yes, you shouldn't have." Jin finally spoke.

Hoseok smirked. "You should know how dangerous it is there, yeah?"

Jimin nudged Hoseok to remain quiet as Jin blushed a tomato colour and shifted his gaze to the ground.

"Excuse them," Taehyung piped, present and trying to learn all that he could from this situation.

"I can take care of myself well," Jules answered with a gentle smile, "but thank you for the worry."

Jungkook blushed now from the older woman's smile. He nodded.

"What do you have exactly?" Namjoon asked, finally getting Jules attention again. "Clearly state what they have told you."

Jules pursed her lips.

"I now know where to find them."