M - Mature

"Are you ready to give Seokjin that summary?" Yoongi asks, slowly organising all the documents so they can file them away into the filing cabinet.

"Seokjin?" Taehyung frowns, "Is this like a weekly thing?"

"Yeah," Yoongi sighs, "Each Friday I give Seokjin a rundown of what we have found and what we're looking into. He did say that he wants daily updates, but that's too much work for me,"

"True," Luna chuckles, "Plus, Friday is the only day Seokjin doesn't have an afternoon meeting,"

Yesterday, Taehyung joined the Mafia Task Force to help take down The Eye as they have surfaced in Korea, violently trying to take territory from The Reapers and other local mafia groups. So far, there have been very few whispers about the other local and international mafia groups that usually work in this area. The Eye seems to have silenced them very quickly.

The Reapers are still quite powerful in the area, a lot of this being charged by the notorious J Hope. Yoongi has suggested on numerous occasions that they should find him so they can use him as an informant. But Luna knows Hoseok too well. He wouldn't work with them even if his life depended on it. Plus, he hasn't heard much from The Eye in his area of work. Which might be because of his infamy.

Luna hasn't voiced this to Yoongi. She just tells him that expecting an arms dealer like him to work with the police is insane.

Today they have done a lot of work. Yoongi has been wasting time trying to figure out who J Hope is, which Luna redirected to trying to pinpoint the main base for The Eye. Taehyung has been combing through court documents that mention The Eye, which has provided them with some interesting information.

Apparently, 5 years ago The Eye seemed to change what they were doing, which is how they ended up in Korea. They are not sure what the change was, but something important must have happened. Luna can't help but wonder if the death of her father is what brought on the change.

Luna has been working on deciphering Yoongi's notes on a few of the cases. The chicken scratch scattered across various notebooks has been difficult to read and understand. But she has managed to gain a bit of insight into the past few months of work he has done.

He interrogated a member of The Reapers, which yielded no results. He also arrested a follower of The Eye, but he stayed quiet, going to jail in complete silence. He was killed within a week of his arrival at the prison. That is all Yoongi has been able to find, other than the other suspect that was killed the other day.

No wonder Seokjin is being rushed by his superiors.

"Am I coming?" Taehyung asks nervously.

"No," Luna smirks, "He's not your supervisor. But if he asks for you to join, we'll bring you next time,"

"Thank god," Taehyung sighs, "I'll be out at the car,"

"Okay," Luna smiles as Taehyung places a quick kiss on her forehead, leaving the room.

Yoongi finishes sorting out the files and locking the filing cabinet. Then they leave the room, heading straight to Seokjin's office.

They knock and enter, revealing Seokjin typing at his computer, completely exhausted from the long day.

"Oh, hey," He smiles weakly, "Have a seat,"

They sit down and wait for him to finish typing. Once he is done, he looks up at them expectantly.

"So, what have you got for me?"

Yoongi explains everything they have done over the past few days, pointing out patterns in behaviour and specifics in the cases they have found. Yoongi suggests that they focus on finding J Hope, while Luna suggests they focus on the radius of heightened crime and try to narrow down a base, maybe even talk to more criminals.

"What if J Hope can help us?" Yoongi demands, looking at Luna with frustration, "He could be the key,"

"He is also an infamous weapons dealer, Yoongi," Luna snaps, "A notorious criminal in charge of all weapon movements in Korea. Do you really think he would want to help us? He'd more likely kill us,"

Seokjin watches them argue, his arms folded as he tries to come to a decision, given the options.

"Mr Kim, what do you think?" Yoongi says suddenly, turning his attention to him, "Should we look into J Hope, or into the crime radius?"

Seokjin watches them impassively, not showing any signs of emotion. He could be completely ignoring them for all they know. But eventually, he speaks.

"I think you should focus on the crime radius," Seokjin says firmly, "In your notes, you confirm J Hope as being a member of The Reapers, correct?"

"Yes," Luna says, excited that Seokjin prefers her idea.

"So, he won't be much help in finding The Eye, would he?" He cocks his eyebrow at Yoongi.

"No, I guess not," Yoongi grumbles respectfully, "But he might know something,"

"I don't know," Seokjin sighs, "In my experience, arms dealers deal the weapons and wipe their hands clean of them. He probably knows very little about where his weapons go,"

"I guess," Yoongi nods.

"All right, so let's focus on finding this base," Seokjin claps happily, "Surely, identifying The Eye would be the easiest route, but maybe if we look into locations members frequent, we might find something,"

"We should be able to find something," Luna nods in agreement, "We have the location history from the phones of 3 perps that we are sure are members,"

"Perfect," Seokjin grins, "I'll leave it to you,"

Luna and Yoongi go to stand, but Seokjin stops them.

"Oh, lastly," He looks down at the notes, "You mentioned an informant providing you with some information, but you don't have a name?"

"Oh, they wanted to remain anonymous," Yoongi chimes in quickly before Luna can react, "We have promised them that, considering the situation,"

Seokjin narrows his eyes, looking between them curiously. He obviously doesn't like not being in the loop. The unnamed informant is Faith, aka Luna. Seokjin can't know the true identity of the anonymous snitch.

"I don't like this," Seokjin mutters, "They could be lying,"

"You meeting them won't change that," Yoongi chuckles, "I promised them, sir,"

Seokjin bites his lip, contemplating this for a moment. Luna starts to worry Seokjin isn't going to let this one go.

"Fine," He mumbles, "But once we find The Eye, I'd like a name at least,"

"Yes, sir," Yoongi grins. They stand and bow towards him before leaving his office.

For some reason, Luna has a bad feeling about all this. What if Seokjin's office is tapped? What if the mole is one of his bosses?

"Hey, are you okay?" Yoongi asks as they leave the building.

"Yeah, just worried that's all," Luna smiles, "I really want to find the corrupt officer,"

"Me too," Yoongi sighs, "But we need to leave it to Seokjin,"

"I know," Luna replies as they reach Taehyung.

"How did it go?" Taehyung asks.

"Good," Luna grins, hugging him, "Seokjin chose my suggestion,"

Yoongi rolls his eyes, groaning loudly.

"Don't rub it in," He mutters, "I'm going before I vomit,"

"Bye, Yoongi," Taehyung says happily, taking his hand off her back to wave at him.

"Bye bye!" Luna calls out cheerfully.

Yoongi mimes vomiting as he saunters away, leaving Luna and Taehyung alone.

"Let's head home, okay?" Taehyung says. Luna nods, letting him go so they can get into his car.

They go to Luna's apartment so she can grab some clothes. They are going to stay at his house tonight.

When they reach his apartment complex, Luna looks up at the building in awe. It is definitely much more expensive than her place and located in the richer side of the city. It has a line of glass windows up the side with the rest made of metal. It curves and spikes, like an architectural beauty. This place screams high class. What is Taehyung doing here?

"How can you afford a place like this?" Luna mumbles as he drives into the underground parking.

"I saved up while I was in America," Taehyung mutters, "So I decided to buy a place here,"

"Seriously? You purchased an apartment here?" She asks.

"Yep," He grins, "I thought I might as well, right?"

She frowns at him, pouting a little at the show of wealth. She didn't even bother saving over the past 5 years. How much do prosecutors make?

Maybe I should have stayed in university and attended law school...

He parks and they head up to his apartment. Once she is inside, she is even more shocked. This place reminds her of the little apartment he had before with little fancy decorative items. But now, he has a marble bench top and slick tiled floor. From the foyer, they enter a small hallway that leads to the kitchen. Across from the kitchen island is a dining room, and beyond this is a wall that separates the dining area from the living area. She spots 2 doors on the other side of the living room.

Taehyung leads Luna towards the right door, revealing a large bedroom and a doorway that leads to an ensuite.

He tells her where to put her belongings before going back out into the living room. She follows him out, looking at the last door.

"What's that one?" She asks.

"My office," He shrugs, "But also a spare bedroom,"

"I see," Luna nods, her eyes wide as she takes in the space. He is doing really well for himself.

"Top-notch security too," Taehyung grins, "which is part of the reason I chose it,"

"Oh? That's good," Luna smiles.

Taehyung moves into the kitchen, pulling out a container of food from the fridge.

"I have some leftovers for dinner," He lifts the container, "I made it last night, would you like some?"

She nods, not wanting to hassle him into cooking. As he heats it up, a beautiful aroma fills the kitchen.

They eat dinner, talking about the exhausting day, before heading into the living room.

Taehyung moves towards the large corner sofa, flopping down right into the corner. He gets comfortable before looking up at her, grinning. He opens his arms and pats his chest, just like he used to. A whole film of memories flits across her mind with this one simple action. She smirks, climbing onto the sofa right into his arms.

"What do you want to watch?" He asks.

"Whatever you'd like," Luna grins, snuggling into his chest.

He plays a random movie, just interesting enough for Luna to pay attention, but not exciting enough to draw her attention away from him. The feel of him as she snuggles into his arms, the warmth of his embrace, and the tickling sensation of his breath gliding over the top of her head. Everything is heightened with sensitivity, every single movement. His breathing makes her rise and fall slightly. The pumping of his heart in his chest, the small noises of laughter when something funny happens on the TV. She can't help but notice all these things and fixate on them.

She smiles contently, turning her head so she can nuzzle into his chest. He chuckles, giving her a brief squeeze.

After a while, he picks up the remote to pause the movie.

"Comfortable there?" He mutters, tightening his grip around her. She nods, her face prickling as she rubs her face on his chest with the movement.

"Ready for bed?" He asks. She lifts her head and frowns at him.

"But we haven't finished the movie," Luna mutters.

"You're not even watching it," He chuckles, "You look so comfortable. You're going to fall asleep in my arms soon,"

"I know," She sighs, relaxing even more in his arms.

"Let's go shower, okay?"

"All right," Luna groans, sitting up and getting off the sofa. Taehyung follows her, leading her to his room.

She moves straight towards her bag, pulling out the sleepwear she brought with her and her toiletries bag. She moves into the spacious bathroom, placing her belongings on the vanity, before turning to close the door. She pauses in the doorway, frowning as she starts to finally notice the one thing missing from this bathroom. A door.

She peeks into the room, looking left and right, searching for the door. But there isn't one.

Her cheeks heat up as she looks up at Taehyung, who has been leaning against the doorway into his room this entire time. He has this playful smirk on his face, his eyes darkening as they make eye contact. She gulps.

"There's no door..." She murmurs.

"I know," He replies casually, still watching her. As she begins to feel the heat radiating off of her face, she storms towards him. The smile slowly slips from his face as she makes her way across the room, stopping just in front of him.

"Out," She snaps, "Now,"

"Babe..." He smirks, "I won't look, I promise,"

She grabs the door to his bedroom, cocking her eyebrow at him threateningly.

"Out," she says firmly.

He pouts at her, his eyes widening pleadingly.

"One..." She smirks.

"Urgh," Taehyung rolls his eyes, turning and moving into the living room. She closes the door behind him, chuckling at his behaviour. How can a guy request to do something so lewd with such cuteness?

She showers quickly and gets dressed before leaving the bedroom.

"Your turn, Perv," she says cheerfully.

He blinks at her, jumping up from the sofa defensively.

"Perv? How am I a perv?" He demands, trying to conceal his grin.

"Off you go," She chuckles, patting his shoulder so he moves before flopping down onto the sofa. He heads towards his bedroom and stops, turning to look at her. His eyes have become hooded, a playful spark glinting at her.

She is unsure what he is planning, but his expression is almost carnal.

He walks into the bedroom, disappearing from view. She can hear him rustling around his clothes, then the patter of his bare feet on the tiles of his bathroom. After a moment, she hears the shower turn on. At this, she realises what he is doing. If she leans to the right, she would have a direct line of sight into the bathroom, right to the shower.

She turns her attention to the TV, which still has the paused movie displayed on the large screen. She focuses on it, ignoring her reddening cheeks and the heat radiating off her. She folds her arms, taking in every detail of the frozen actor.

He has a little bump on the side of his jaw that she didn't notice before. It looks like a pimple covered with makeup.

Huh, I guess celebrities are human too, huh?

She hears the shower turn off, pulling her from her wandering consciousness. She glances towards the bedroom door, expecting him to step out into the living room in just a towel again. But all she can hear is the whispering of fabric. Eventually, he leaves the room, making her blush again.

He is only wearing pyjama pants that hug at his hips, his entire upper body bare. She looks down at her lap, feeling like she has a sunburn on her face.

He moves so he is standing in front of her. All she can see is his covered legs, and she'd like to keep it that way. Then, his hand comes into view, gently lifting her chin so she is looking up at him. He is smirking that secret little smirk, watching her knowingly.

"Bedtime?" He mutters lowly.

Sitting in front of him like this, the firmness of his body that has aged so gracefully right there, all she can do is nod.

He grins, sliding his hand down her arm to grasp her hand, lifting her and guiding her to his room.

She isn't often this shy. She can flirt at the drop of a hat. She only flirted with him the other day when they were at her house. But now that she is here, she can't function. She wants to take control, push him onto the bed, and let her body communicate the desire she has felt since she first laid her eyes on him. But when he is looking at her like that, she reacts automatically. She blushes and wants to hide from his eyes. Longing, desire, and confidence go out the window, leaving her with squirming heat.

Why does he make her feel this way? How does he make her feel this way?

He lets her hand drop to her side, sliding gracefully into the large bed. He shuffles to the side and starts to get comfortable. Once he is ready, he looks up at her expectantly, tapping the empty space beside him. With the blanket so high on his chest, he looks naked.

Blushing even more, she decides it is time to hide.

She climbs clumsily onto the mattress, pulling the blanket up over her head with her back to him. She can hear him chuckle, manoeuvring through the fluffy, heavy blanket to reach her.

He grabs her waist and tugs, making her squeal. He pulls her right into his arms, flush against him. She claws at the bed, trying to leave a little space between them, but he lifts his leg and wraps it around hers, pulling her even closer. She gives up, turning her head so she can see him. He pushes the blanket off, resting his chin on her shoulder. As she relaxes, he slides his arm under her head, so she is completely immersed in him.

"What's wrong, Luna?" He mumbles, moving to kiss her cheek.

"Nothing," Luna replies too quickly, making him chuckle darkly.

"Why are you blushing then?" He whispers against her cheek. He gently runs his lips down her face and her jaw, right to her neck. She gasps loudly as he opens his mouth slightly to nip at the sensitive skin.

She blubbers and mumbles, making a concoction of incoherent noises that were meant to be firm demands.

Suddenly, she is rolled onto her back so he hovers over her, his hands on either side of her head. Her hands are clasped on her chest, unsure what to do with them. His gaze is dark and sensual, full of a longing she is mirroring back, hidden just behind her flustered expression.

"I'm not going to lie," He breathes, his eyes wandering over her, "I really want you right now..."

"Oh," She squeaks, making him grin cockily at her, knowing that he is the cause.

"Can I?" He croaks, "If you say no, I will stop right now and move as far away as you want... I promise,"

Those two simple words are the definition of their entire relationship. The beginning, the end, and the beginning again. She stares into his eyes, so deeply that she can see his imagination ticking over. Desire, heat, promise. So much promise. She shivers involuntarily, her embarrassment leaking out of her with her resolve. All that is left is lust.

She pulls her hands apart, resting them on his bare chest, sliding them up to his neck. He smirks, watching and waiting. She traces little circles on his collarbone with her thumb, his breathing becoming deeper.

Watching him react to her tips her over the edge. Her eyes light up and she smirks, giving him a firm nod.

The barriers break down, the walls of willpower collapsing as it all comes rushing out of him. He drops to his elbows, his lips slamming into hers in an instant. His lips are firm, his silky tongue slipping through comfortably. Her skin flashes hot and cold, prickling as he glides his hand down her body, leaving nothing untouched, exploring expertly. She reacts on command, like his hands are conducting her, plucking at her nerves. He drops his hips onto her, making her moan aloud. He chuckles gutturally, as if her responses are affecting him just as deeply.

She loses herself in him, the intoxicating sensations making her feel dizzy as her blood pumps and buzzes through her entire body. When his hand returns to her neck, holding her in place, she can't help reacting.

Finally, after so long, their desire is freely moving through them like electricity.

(A/N) This is about as smutty as my writing gets, 100%. This was difficult to write 😅

If you know me, and you're reading this, no you didn't. This is never to be mentioned.

Damn, this is a long ass chapter... 

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