[A/N: Guys...I've sorted out the situation with my account! PHEW, panic over. My password finally worked (I KNEW I WAS USING THE RIGHT ONE! FUCKIN WATTPAD I SWEAR-) and I changed my email address.

The reason I couldn't choose 'forgotten password' was because I couldn't access the old ass email I had linked to this account- but anyway, all is good! And thank you so much everyone for the advice and support, I honestly love you lot you're all so sweet! (cries in Spanish, English, Korean, French, Mandarin and all other languages) 

I'll be keeping the backup account and will possibly post new stories there that have been sitting in my drafts for ages...So yeah, look out for my prototype BTS fanfic's and other fandom stories on that account ^^' ]

Home. 

The building that was used as the P.I.A's facility was your home and you were finally back after a long week. You felt so relieved to be back. You had to fight against the urge to leap out of the moving vehicle before Yugyeom had even parked it and run to Jisoo to give her a big old bear hug. You also wanted to see how both Jungkook and Seokjin were doing, and if their states had improved at all. You hoped that Jisoo hadn't over worked with you being gone. Your brunette friend was a hard worker and always made sure her work was completed to the fullest.

You stepped out from the passenger seat of the van and walked round to the back doors of the vehicle to let out Hoseok and Jackson who had sat in the back.

Jackson jumped out wordlessly and Hoseok winced at the light that hit his eyes, raising a hand to shade them as he stepped out carefully.

 You followed behind Jackson, leading Hoseok to the entrance of the facility, Yugyeom a few steps behind.

Hoseok looked around in awe, the bags under his eyes seemingly less darker than before. He relished in the open and brightened surroundings of inside the building, large windows allowing a lot of light in and the absence of the dry, musky hospital smells of the asylum. 

    "This place is so different from the asylum...It's warm, and homey," he spoke, taking in the area around him. He felt so at ease here. 

"I'm glad it feels that way to you. You'll be staying here for your recovery process, so we want you to be comfortable here," you spoke to him with a gentle smile. Hoseok stopped in his steps. You sent him a questioning look.

"(Y/n)..." His face and gaze was downcast.

"Yes, Hoseok?" 

He looked back up at you with a small smile. "Thank you, for bringing me here. Thank you for saving me. Both from the hospital and that...that thing," he expressed earnestly. 

"You don't need to thank us, its what we do anyway. I'm just glad you're ok, Hoseok."

"Hobi.." he corrected.

You cocked your head to the side in question. "Hmm?" 

He looked away almost shyly. "Please, c-call me Hobi."

"Of course, Hobi."

Hoseok felt butterflies in his stomach. He was over the moon that he was getting to stay here with you, while you nursed him back to health. Here he could learn more about you, become closer to you.

"I'm going to report everything to Boss man, you take Jung to one of the spare rooms. And then get yourself some rest," Jackson said approaching the two of you. Jackson's face lit up just then as if he remembered something, turning to the male beside you as he spoke,"oh yeah, and your sister's here to see you."

Hoseok's eyes widened and his mouth opened in surprise. 

"S-she is?" 

"Yeah, I think she's talking to Mr. Bang right now-"

Jackson was cut short from a shrill gasp sounding from behind him, from the hallway that led to Shihyuk's office.

"H-Hoseok?"

Both yours and Hoseok's gazes landed on the familiar brown haired female that stood a few feet behind Jackson, eyes watering at the sight of her brother, standing there.

Without another second passing she barrelled into Hoseok's arms and wept quietly.

Your heart warmed at the sight of Hoseok hugging his sister, tears peeking out from Dawon's tightly shut lids as she embraced her brother. 

Her brother was himself again. He was okay, in the most okay way he could be...

After a moment had passed, the two pulled back and Dawon sent her attention over to you.

"I honestly wasn't sure that you could save him. (Y/n)...We owe you so much, I don't know how we can repay you..." she said shakily. 

You shook your head. 

"Like I said, its our job. No need to repay us," you said offering an encouraging smile. 

To Hoseok, your humbleness was adorable, an innocent trait that needed protecting...

You told Dawon that she could reconcile with her brother properly later, for now he had to get acquainted with his new surroundings and get used to this place that would be his new home for the time being. The place he would be living in during his rehabilitation.

You led Hoseok to one of the spare rooms in the psychiatric wing (where both Seokjin and Jungkook stayed) and made sure he was comfortable, telling him that his belongings  would be shipped off to his home with Dawon, and that they would keep his essentials and spare clothes here. 

The carpet squished under his feet softly, a fresh clean smell of recently washed linen entered his nose as he stepped further into the room.

You were just happy that you didn't have to take him into the confinement room on his first day here like Jungkook had... Unlike the younger male, Hoseok seemed to be coping in a better way...So far.

"If you need anything- anything at all, don't feel pressured to ask me or my colleague Kim Jisoo. She's really cool, I'm sure you'll like her," you said to the male as he took a seat on the edge of the freshly made bed. He picked at a stray thread on the duvet thoughtfully. 

"I'm really glad to have met you, (Y/n)."

The expression on his face was unreadable now. "Stop putting yourself in danger, for the sake's of others."

"But I did for you? And you're saved...Why is that such a bad thing?" You quizzed, not quite understanding his words.

"I didn't say you couldn't for me...I feel like I must do the same for you..." His voice was airy, like he was talking to himself and not actually realising he had been conversing with you a second ago.

You weren't sure how to reply, so instead, you changed the subject, and planned your escape, not liking the sudden change of atmosphere in the room. That and you wanted to lie down, these talks making you feel dizzy. 

"Let us know if you need anything Hoseok. Jisoo will be with you shortly to make sure you have everything for the afternoon and night."

He didn't reply, his attention stuck to the floor. 

You left quietly and closed the door gently behind you, not able to remove the conversation you just had from your mind. That conversation was...really strange.

You began to make your way back to the foyer, where your bags had been left, leaving Hoseok to his own devices for a while. 

Said male fell backwards onto the comforter gazing up at the ceiling, a gentle but giddy smile on his face.

The wind knocked on his window like an old friend wanting to be let in, along with spots of rain faintly tapping on the outside of the glass.

A sleek black car pulled up outside of the building, a smart, polished shoe stepping out of the vehicle.  

Jungkook raced out of his room, ignoring the fact he wasn't supposed to roam around unattended from the psychiatric ward of the facility, and dashed down the flights of stairs the second he saw a car pull up outside the building. The pros of having the window of his room looking out over the drive way of the facility... 

He halted in the foyer, unconsciously bouncing on his toes and the thought of you walking though the entrance door, only to be gravely disappointed and confused as someone else strode with a confident step through the twin doors.

Jungkook deflated then, the smile on his face dropping into a thin line. Jungkook knew who this man was, who didn't?

Where was (Y/n)?

Callously, Jimin looked Jungkook up and down as he entered, Jungkook being the first person he laid his eyes on inside the H.Q of the P.I.A.

"What's a small fry like you doing here?" Jimin inquired with a risen brow.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed. "Small fry? You're shorter than me. And I'm only two years younger than you!"

Jimin continued to provoke Jungkook."Ah so you've heard of me? And yet you show such disrespect. I guess a mere two years can affect ones maturity," he gibed.

Jungkook's tongue poked the inside of his cheek in irritation. He did not like this one. Park Jimin was known to be a busy man, so what business could he have with you that made him stick around as long as he did?

"Hmm, I guess he's gone for good now then," Jimin pondered as he surveyed Jungkook closely. "But he's definitely left his mark on you." He smirked.

"What are you talking about?"

You reached the foyer only to do a double take at the people who stood in front of each other near the doorway. Shoulder's were drawn taught, chin's raised and eyes narrowed.

You couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about and if they knew each other. What ever it was, the interaction didn't seem friendly.

Jungkook jumped at your hand that you placed on his shoulder, silently telling him to step back from this. A gasp had almost spilt out of his mouth at your arrival, he hadn't seen you in days.

You looked tired, skin and complexion dull, eyes without their usual glimmer and hair ever so slightly unkempt. It made his heart drop at the sight.

Looking at you with his wide doe like- coffee coloured eyes he backed off hesitantly, acutely conscious of how close you stood to him. 

You turned your attention over to Jimin, mentally preparing yourself. "What are you doing here?" You asked.

"I've come to speak terms. I've funded a lot of money into your little association, you could be a little grateful, darling."

You felt your blood rise to a sudden boil, your hands clenching. You pointed your chin up and looked directly at him with a pining stare causing Jimin's eyes to widen a fraction in surprise.

"Little?" You began lowly, causing a strangely pleasurable shiver to run through Jimin. 

"How dare you say that about our work! We have worked for years putting ourselves at risk to help people in need. We work tirelessly when others would be too scared to do anything of the sort!"

You suddenly felt that you may be overreacting slightly and that you shouldn't let this man get under your skin. He was clearly fishing for this sort of reaction from you judging by the entertainment jumping in his eyes and the amused half-hearted smirk.

But then you remembered what the others and yourself had been through and witnessed over the years in this line of work. Things that stayed with you, and scarred you mentally.

You decided that, no, you weren't overreacting.

"So next time, think before you imply insulting things like that," you finished, your features steely as you looked at the silvernette.

You found some satisfaction in Jimin's bewildered expression. It wasn't everyday that someone (let alone a girl) rendered the young CEO momentarily speechless.

Jimin wasn't used to this- people chatting back to him. Usually they'd end up backing down with their tail between their legs or dead in a ditch somewhere from an unfortunate 'accident', but coming from you, he felt a bubble of excitement erupt in his chest. Heat rushed up his neck and to his cheeks.

He coughed, clearing his throat. "Well...I-I didn't realise I'd insulted you. I apologise, (Y/n)."

"I suspect you're here to see Mr. Bang?" You questioned, ignoring his apology.

"Y-yes, I am," Jimin stammered, kicking himself at the way his voice wobbled.

"Straight down the hall, up the stairs and turn left. Its the larger door with his name on it, hard to miss."

He nodded, still slightly speechless.

You felt suddenly exhausted from the interaction, surroundings becoming uneven and murky. You shook your head to concentrate. 

"You need to return to the patient wing, Jungkook. You can't be wondering round on your own," you said as you turned to look at Jungkook. He immediately noted the sudden tiredness in your voice.

"I- I just wanted to come greet you-" 

You cut the young man off, "I'm really sorry Kook, but I'll have to catch up with you later. I'm really worn out right now. Can I trust you to return to your room on your own?" 

Turning puppy eyed, Jungkook nodded sadly.

You picked up your bags that had been left at the entrance doors and turned to leave towards the direction of your room. As you started to climb the stairs, you felt your legs wobble. 

Soon enough you found yourself breathless and falling.

If someone had caught you, you wouldn't know, as your eyes had forced themselves shut and your brain had switched off before you had finished collapsing.

Not again...

You realised instantly that you were stuck in your world of dreams in your slumbering state, due to the memory that played out before you. One that you wouldn't forget easily.

"You're fucking insane! You need to get some help!"  Words sharp like knives came from your father's mouth directed towards your mother who stood her ground.

You coward behind the door frame watching your parents quietly, warm tears running down your puffy cheeks, feeling your world become very unbalanced from your parents arguing. 

Sure, adults argued, but parents were the pillars that held a child's world up right, and yours felt like it was wobbling as you watched your mother and father scream and snap at each other.

You couldn't understand why they were fighting like this....

"You have a four year old who needs you, Summer! You need to stop chasing after things that don't exist!"

Your mother, doe eyed and young, hunted ghosts for a living.

"If you can't stop following danger, do it for our child! Or you leave me no choice but to take her from you!" 

"No, you wouldn't dare! She's my daughter!" Summer growled with tightened fists. "And the fact that you think I would ever think of putting her in danger makes you insane!"

"She's mine too! And you already have! You've filled her head with fantasies and unreal things! She said she's been seeing dead people!" 

They went on, back and forth like a game of vicious dodge ball with their words, not realising you had been watching the whole thing play out.

Your father, having had enough stormed his way through the entrance hall and out of the front door. You flinched at the loud slam the door made as it shut behind him. 

Rubbing her face and running her hands through her hair in desperation, you mother turned to you and crouched down, cupping your cheeks gently with her hot palms. 

"Shh baby, everything will be ok," she cooed softly, choking back a sob of her own.

She was inexperienced and rarely ever knew what to do with you, but she loved you wholeheartedly, just like any mother would love her child. 

You looked up at her with wide innocent eyes, watching her own eyes glitter with tears.

Mother is God in the eyes of a child. You couldn't help but believe her words instantly and without doubt or question.

You peeled your eyes open to dim morning light shining though your curtains, adjusting slowly to the images your eyes were taking in which were blurry with sleep. Although you had slept, you felt un-rested. Your head held a dull ache. It was morning about seven-ish, yet you felt like you had slept for days. 

The dream had left you with a melancholy feeling in your chest, that you would probably feel for the rest of the day.

You felt relieved to be in your own bed in your own room, feeling at ease for once. 

You eased yourself up from the warm (borderline hot and sweaty) covers from being in one position that had felt like years and got out of bed. You threw on some comfy, baggy lounge-ware clothing and groggily made your way out of your room and to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep dust out of your sticky eyes. 

You walked through the kitchen entrance with heavy steps, dragging your feet as you went.

Upon turning around to see you standing there, Jisoo almost lost her grip on her plate of breakfast with a gasp.

"(Y/n)! You're awake!"

"I mean I don't feel awake, more half asleep if anything," you chuckled softly, stifling a yawn afterwards.

Jisoo gave you a look like you had grown a second head. 

"You've been asleep for two days! We couldn't even wake you up I feared for the worst!"

"...oh wow. That's a while..."

A darkened dangerous look shadowed over Jisoo's angelic appearance. You sucked in a breath, and without another thought, made a dash for it, your sleepiness and headache forgotten momentarily. 

She chased after you around and round the table like a hungry lion after her prey, the both of you knocking into chairs and counter corners of the kitchen.

"That's all you have to say!?" Jisoo screeched, fingers twitching in the wish to wrap her hands around your neck and squeeze the life out of you for being so careless. This, coming from the usually kept together and slightly timid Kim Jisoo.

"What's wrong with you (Y/n)!? Why don't you look after yourself!?" 

You felt your heart squeeze around a ball of guilt as you caught the slight glimmer of wetness in Jisoo's eyes. You skidded to a halt, Jisoo bumping into you and wrapping you in her arms in a bear hug, the light-hearted situation turning serious in a flash.

"You idiot," she sobbed quietly, hugging you tighter.

"I'm sorry, Ji," you murmured.

After the both of you had calmed down, Jisoo made you some nettle tea, burned some of the incense Soyeon had gifted you and cooked you up a small breakfast, all the while filling you in on what you had missed in your absence. The t.v muffled quietly in the background as she spoke. 

"Of course, Mr. Bang has put you on a sick leave kind of thing. He doesn't want you taking on new cases for a while."

You grumbled softly in frustration. But what had you been expecting? This was the second time you had lost consciousness after an exorcism. What was it about these spirits that made them so powerful?

The brunette placed two full plates of food on the table and you both tucked in. 

Jisoo continued, "Mr. Bang went away for a few days on one of his own cases, I think it was something about a haunted car with no driver that drove into vehicles on the highway, causing quite a few accidents."

"hmhmm," you mumbled between mouthfuls of food.

"And Seokjin and Jungkook..." She trailed off.

You looked up from your plate as she hesitated. Jisoo inhaled stiffly and laced her fingers together on the table.

"Jungkook seems to have gotten worse since you left..." she started again, looking to the side as she was trying to put her words together. "I'm not sure if its just because he's missing you or if he's at that stage where it 'gets worse before it gets better', that sort of thing."

"That doesn't sound good...I can assess him along with you if you like? And I'll check on him later...And what about Jin?" You asked concerned about the two boys.

"He seems to be on edge about something, I can't get it out of him though. He doesn't exactly want me to be his therapist anymore," she explained. You looked at her surprised with furrowed brows.

"What does that mean? I don't understand, why would he say something like that? Has he said the same for me?"

"Not exactly...He was more or less asking for you instead. I let him use the kitchen once in a while, he's been muttering something about making an exquisite meal/recipe with or beside the right person. Whatever that means," she sighed in exasperation. 

"Well although Mr. Bang has put me off duty for field work for the time being, I should be able to return to my therapy work. I'll try and speak to him, I hope he hasn't given you too much grief Jisoo, you seem stressed," you said sympathetically. 

"I mean, its my job but the only person he seems to want to talk to is you, if you can consider it a compliment and not just that you're the only person he can tolerate."

You ran a hand down your face. What was going on? 

Jungkook seemed to have formed an attachment to you and Seokjin seemed to be acting like a woman on a everlasting menstruation mood swing.

You finished your breakfast off and helped Jisoo clear the plates, the soft clatter and clinking of the cutlery echoing in the kitchen and walk-through lounge, as well as the sound of the t.v in the background.

"A jail-break has occurred in Seoul's prison.-" 

Your ears pricked up at the start of the news report. You turned around to watch the screen, a juicy breaking news report always caught your attention, especially when it had to do with cop car high speed chases and action.

 "Three men have escaped including a man by the name of Kim Namjoon who had been arrested last week for a robbery, only to be tried with murder for the incidences a few months ago. The investigation had traced back to him while he was in jail. The police are on the lookout for the criminal as we speak, along with his two accomplices who have also been convicted for murder.

If you see anything suspicious do not hesitate to conta-"

The blare of the t.v was drowned out in your ears as all you could think of was that you remember that man very clearly from the grocery store a few weeks back. Your intrigue was switched to jittery nerves. 

It was the same man who had stared directly into the camera and seemingly through the screen at yourself.

There was no reason to be worried

right?

There was nothing but the muffled sound of the radio emitting from the speakers and the soft patter of rain on the roof of the car. 

Namjoon played with the lollipop in his mouth with his teeth, lolling it side to side in idle thought as he typed on his phone.

Ahem- sorry, stolen phone. And stolen car too. 

"Great weather for a breakout..." Namjoon mused.

His friend didn't reply as he stared expressionless out of the front windscreen. 

He sighed. "You're no fun," he grumbled, stepping out of the car and into the rain, relishing in the cold, fat drops that landed on his hot skin.

Reaching his hand up to the lollipop stick poking out of his mouth, he thought back to earlier that day- on the run after their prison-break...

"You seem to know exactly where you're heading," the first accomplice commented to the ringleader of the three, that being Namjoon himself. The first accomplice was of a bigger build, rippling in muscles, toned and skin littered with tribal tattoos. 

"I have some unfinished business with someone that got me into this mess in the first place." Namjoon replied in a nonchalant manner.

"Seems like a stupid plan to me. You should lay low for a bit, man."

"I didn't ask for your opinion. Keep your mouth shut and we won't have any problems."

"Oh yeah? You' been gettin on my nerves since you first showed up," he spat at Namjoon, whose blood began to shoot with irritation. "You think you're the shit now you broke out of prison? Listen pal, don't get cocky now-"

Out of nowhere, Namjoon's seemingly steady temper just, cracked.

He must have blacked out for a moment, because the next thing Namjoon knew was the man's beaten body he had shoved to the ground, cut and bruised and beaten.

Namjoon pulled his bloodied fist back and threw it forward again. He repeated this action again, again, again and again and again, until red covered both his fist and the victim's still face.

One wrong move, one wrong word and it was like a thin, taught string in him that snapped. In a blind rage he attacked his accomplice, the sickening crack of his companions nose from his fist only satisfying him slightly, but not enough. Although the first man had been of a bigger build than him, Namjoon easily outwitted him, in both his mind, strength and swiftness.  

"Don't," Namjoon huffed, breath coming out quick and short with his fists shaking with dying adrenaline. "-fuck with me." 

He forced his anger to simmer down, trying to calm his kicked hornet's nest of a mind, although it would always be unsettled. 

He worked out the knots and stiffness in his neck, cracking it side to side and rolling his shoulders. Namjoon turned to his last accomplice with a deadly calmness that hadn't been present a second ago, like a switch had been flipped. The other man looked at him in fear, feet twitching to run if Namjoon were to turn on him or even shoot him a wrong look.

"Get a car- any car, I don't care. As long as it runs and has more than half a tank of gas."

The man nodded vigorously before sprinting off to hijack a vehicle.

Namjoon strode to the passenger side of the car, and opened the door. 

His last accomplice sat there with a frozen look, mouth open and eyes wide in shock, although now they just looked...blank, like a dead fish. 

Oh, sorry I forgot to mention- Namjoon's third dead accomplice.

He had killed the second associate after he had found the two of them a car. Namjoon hadn't anywhere to hide the body at the time, so he drove to the Han river to dispose of it there. 

Pulling the body out of the car with effort and wrestled it over the edge of the bank into the river.

There was a loud splash as the body hit the water, a red substance being washed down stream from open wounds.

Namjoon let out a calmer exhale and took the lollipop out of his mouth, dangling it in front of him with a disinterested look. Apathetic, he dropped it into the river, where it fell in with a plop, and sunk down after the body that would soon float back up. Like a bloated, decaying balloon.

He got back into the car, now that his dead friend was taken care of.

Kim Namjoon sat there with a lighter, clicking it on and off with unrest, his mind putting together an imaginary face in the blank space of the windscreen. A blurry rendition within the rain running down the glass in front of him of your face.

His irritation spiked. Like a needle pointing upwards, trying to break through his skin.

"Where are you hiding, little lamb?" 

A starved wolf, is a desperate and dangerous thing...

Sorry for the late update guys, some stuff happened and I hadn't the time to write. Its all good now though! I hope you enjoyed this one!  -Rikki

p.s I gave your/reader's mother a name because...well, reasons to make writing easier for me later on ;)

double p.s - can we also just appreciate how much of a queen Hwasa is from still performing 'Maria' even though she seriously hurt her back? like wtf I'm in awe T-T stan a dedicated woman

UNEDITED 

July. 25. 2020