"Good morning, Yoongi," Luna smiles, "How was your weekend?"

"Boring," Yoongi rolls his eyes, "Ready for work?"

"Bleh," Luna retorts as they exit the elevator, heading to their desks.

Luna and Yoongi collectively decided to pretend everything is normal at the station. This is one of those obvious assumptions considering the situation, but they did confirm between them exactly how far they are willing to go. As much as Luna would like to maintain this false façade only in the presence of the other detectives, then let it all go in Seokjin's office, Yoongi has forbidden her from doing that.

"Morning Briefing, let's go," Senior Detective Lee calls out, entering the conference room. Luna and Yoongi glance at each other before following him in. They take their usual seats at the back of the room.

Once Seokjin enters, Luna's heart begins to beat hard and painfully, the prickling sensation of anger travelling down her limbs. She glares at him, watching as he comfortably walks towards the podium, that insufferable professional mask plastered to his face. His eyes scan the room, finding her easily. She can see the smugness behind his eyes, even from this distance.

I have a gun in my holster right now.

It should be that easy, right? Just shoot him. So what if she goes away for murder? Who cares if people look down on her as if she killed someone innocent? At least Taehyung would be safe. So many people would be safe.

They wouldn't realise the sacrifice she would be making. They would see a poor man, but she would see the snake that he is, dead by her hands.

Yoongi nudges her with his knee under the desk, startling her from her murderous fantasies. Her thoughts must have been mirrored on her face for him to notice. She empties her expression, resting her eyes on Seokjin as he begins the meeting.

He assigns a few cases to the other detectives but doesn't pass anything on to Luna and Yoongi. At the end of the meeting, he dismisses everyone, waiting at the stand for Luna and Yoongi to pass. She gulps, standing from her seat, planning to walk past professionally without any eye contact. She completely forgot Yoongi's plans.

"Mr Kim Seokjin," Yoongi mutters quietly as they reach the front of the room, "I was wondering if I could see you this morning? I received some interesting information on the weekend,"

Luna pauses beside him, looking up at Seokjin blankly. Seokjin glances towards her, smirking slightly.

"Of course," Seokjin nods, "Has something happened?"

"Maybe," Yoongi sighs dramatically, his eyes darting around nervously, "Let's talk in your office,"

Yoongi is really good at this.

"All right," Seokjin agrees, "Let's go,"

They leave the room, heading towards the hallway. Luna stops at their office, unlocking the little room. This makes Seokjin halt in his tracks, frowning at Yoongi.

"Is Luna not aware of what you want to talk about?" Seokjin asks. It is currently just them in this hallway; all the other staff are off doing their work.

"She is," Yoongi nods, "Do you wish for her to join us?"

"No, it's okay," Seokjin replies dismissively, "I'm sure you have a lot to do, Luna," Seokjin mutters, that evil glint in his eyes. How has she not noticed the signs all this time? He is evil incarnate.

Yoongi and Seokjin continue towards his office, leaving Luna to enter their office alone.

Thank fuck.

She locks the door behind her, pulling a small device out of her pocket. It looks like a small hard drive, very inconspicuous. She flicks the cover to the side, revealing a line of coloured lights and a small antenna. She moves around the room, watching the little lights on the device.

As she nears the filing cabinet, it lights up, right on the corner of the cabinet. Silently, she pulls out a smaller device with a red light at the top. She hovers it near the corner, but it doesn't react.

Okay, it's not a camera.

She peeks over the side, looking for the offending device. She spots a little circular object, glue tack holding it to the top corner of the filing cabinet. It has a small green light on it with a little foam stick attached to it. It's a very cheap, easy-to-obtain audio recorder. But it definitely isn't police property, so Seokjin or one of his followers put this in here.

She moves away from it, unlocking the filing cabinet to prepare for their 'work'. She moves the whiteboard, writing in big letters: "There is an audio recording device in here".

While she sifts through the documents, she hears a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" She calls out.

"Just me," Yoongi replies.

She stands up, opening the door before locking it behind him. Yoongi instantly looks at the whiteboard and nods.

"I told Seokjin about the information you found on Taehyung," Yoongi mutters, writing on the whiteboard, "Good work finding all that,"

Luna looks at the board: He believed me.

"Thank you," Luna sighs, moving towards the board, "I can't believe it's him..."

She writes: Plan?

"Hold on, I need to confirm all this is accurate," Yoongi says firmly, "I need to confirm his alibi,"

He writes: Audio recording device. Install at lunch, then meet with Seokjin.

"Do you want me to inform him?" Luna asks.

She writes: Why?

"No, Seokjin has called him to let him know he is no longer part of the task force," Yoongi replies, picking up a random folder and placing it down again.

He writes: I told him you would update him after I investigate Taehyung.

"All right, what's the plan then?" Luna sighs.

She gives Yoongi a little thumbs up, confirming she understands.

"I am going to check through his devices and check his documented locations, see where that leads me," Yoongi says firmly, "You need to stay away from him for the moment, so just help me with what I am doing, okay?"

"Sounds good," Luna smiles sadly. She hates all of this. She wants to destroy the recording device but if she does, Seokjin will know. They need to play the game.

. . . . .

Luna walks down the hallway, nervously rubbing the sweat building on her palms. Yoongi replaced the clip of her police ID with a clip containing a small camera, fitted out with a little microphone. He gave it to her at lunch, passing it to her with her sandwich. He is really good at being secretive and stealthy. It makes her wonder how he has become so good at it.

This is currently their main plan. Yoongi is in the process of looking into Seokjin's history, using a separate laptop that is fitted out with VPN and spyware protection. This is the laptop he used to look into Luna's past. But it'll take him some time, which they don't have.

So, this is plan A – record a confession.

Now, she is standing in front of Seokjin's office door, trying to stay calm so she can do what she needs to do. She knocks gently on the door, running through the script in her head.

Seokjin's muffled voice calls out, allowing her to enter. She opens the door, looking right into the eyes of the man she loathes most in this world. His eyes narrow, looking up at her through his eyebrows. He grins that evil inhuman smile.

"Sit," He mutters, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. She does as she is told.

"What can I do for you, Luna?" He smirks.

"Cut the act," Luna snaps, "You know why I am here,"

"Ah... yes," Seokjin sighs, "You're here to tell me Taehyung's alibi is solid?"

"Obviously," She growls, "Because it's all fake!"

"Luna, how could you say something like that?" Seokjin gasps, "I wouldn't give you fake information, would I?"

"Shut up," Luna retorts, "Is Kim Seokjin even your real name? Huh? Have you always gone by The Eye?"

Seokjin tilts his head, frowning at her. His eyes are narrow as he starts tracing down her body. Her instinct is to feel icky, but then she realises what he's looking for.

He has seen right through her.

His eyes land on her chest, frowning at her obviously displayed ID, clipped onto her collar.

Fuck.

He smirks, turning his chair and standing up. He slowly walks around the desk, making his way to her.

"Luna, have you always worn your ID badge like that?" He mutters, gliding his fingers across the hardwood of his desk.

"I don't know what you're talking about," She replies, averting her eyes.

Suddenly, he slams his hands onto the arms of her chair, tugging it to the side so she is forced to face him. He tilts his head again, plucking the ID from her shirt.

"Huh," He pulls the laminated ID off, admiring the clip, "This is a nice one,"

He tosses it onto his desk, picking up his stapler and crushing the clip.

"You should know better, Faith," Seokjin chuckles darkly. She watches as his arms tense, his neck and jaw jumping to attention. Before she can react, he grabs her and throws her towards the door. She hits her shoulder but catches herself, so she doesn't crash onto the floor. She glares at him, straightening up.

"Is that all you got?" She cocks her eyebrow, "Haven't been in the game for a while, huh?"

He scoffs, stepping towards her – big mistake. She kicks at his knee, making him stumble forward. She grabs his collar, using his falling weight to bring him crashing into the door. He hits his head, hard.

He attempts to tug from her grip, but she kicks the back of his now injured knee, forcing him to kneel before her.

She pulls her gun from her holster, placing it under his chin before his eyes can even widen with realisation and pain, her other hand holding his collar firmly.

He looks down at the gun, then back up at her. His eyes are still twinkling knowingly, even after seeing the silencer installed onto the gun. He watches her for a moment, but his confidence doesn't falter. He doesn't look concerned or defeated. The laughter in his eyes causes her finger to twitch, hovering over the trigger.

"You won't do it," Seokjin grins, "If you were going to kill me, it wouldn't be here,"

"You don't know that" She retorts, her ears perked up for any noise outside the office. Surely if he is this confident, he has someone coming to his rescue.

"You won't because you're Faith," He smirks, "You're smarter than that,"

She looks between his eyes, looking for even a hint of doubt. But he's right, and she knows he is, and he knows he is. She is not that stupid. She groans in anger, punching him in the jaw. He lands on his ass, looking up at her victoriously. She slides her gun away, ensuring the safety is on and it's no longer loaded.

"I fucking hate you," She mumbles, looking down her nose at him. He scoffs, running his thumb along his tender jaw.

"Whatever you say, Faith," He smirks, "Keep fighting your destiny. I don't care... I always get what I want... and I want Faith working under me, one way or another,"

Her jaw tenses, the urge to kick him while he's down overwhelming her. She closes her eyes and leaves the office, heading straight to the nearest bathroom. She doesn't want to tell Yoongi that she failed. She doesn't want to see the disappointment in his eyes. Instead, she texts him from one of the stalls, using the burner phone.

UNKNOWN: Plan B?

. . . . . 

"I can't believe you threatened him with a gun," Yoongi whispers angrily as they reach the bottom of the steps leading from the building, "What is wrong with you?"

"He started it," Luna pouts, "He pushed me first,"

"You're lucky he doesn't use this against you," he says firmly, "Be careful,"

He points behind her with his chin before turning and heading to his car. Luna spins around and spots Taehyung. He is leaning against his car, his eyes firmly on her with his arms folded. He looks livid, beyond livid. She sighs, nervously moving towards him. She would be angry too if he disappeared, only to reappear and ignore her, and remove her from the task force.

But she can't tell him anything yet.

"Hi," She mumbles, fiddling with her bag. His eyes narrow even more as if irritated at her audacity.

"Just hi? Seriously?" He snaps loudly.

"Let's go talk somewhere, Tae," She mutters, glancing towards the nearest camera. She has no idea if Seokjin can hear her, but Yoongi said not to take any chances.

"No, I don't want you in my car," He hisses.

She frowns at this, tilting her head in confusion.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Luna snaps, "I didn't mean to ignore you, and it's not my fault that you were removed from the task force... something is happening..."

"Of course," He scoffs, "Something fucking happened all right,"

"I don't understand," Luna retorts. He is not just livid, he is fuming. Why is he so angry over this?

"Where were you Saturday night?" He demands.

"I was with Yoongi, I told you that," Luna replies calmly, her confusion mounting.

"Don't lie to me," He mutters lowly, "Where were you?"

"I'm not lying," Luna snaps, "Where do you think I was?"

"You're not lying?" He scoffs again, "Then why were you on Jungkook's phone?"

Luna's eyes widen. Of all things, she wasn't expecting him to say that.

"What do you mean?" She asks.

"Jungkook was in my garage last night," Taehyung explains, "He showed me a picture of you lying on his lap, and he had a story to go with it,"

Luna grimaces, trying to find a way to explain it all without revealing too much. She is sure that the picture of her was probably after they knocked her out.

There are too many eyes here. Seokjin will kill Taehyung the moment he knows what is happening.

"It's not what you think," Luna starts, "Okay, I haven't been completely honest with you, but something happened, and I can't tell you what..."

Ah, that sounds like an excuse. He's going to think I'm cheating on him.

"Yeah, something happened," Taehyung repeats, "You fucked Jungkook!"

Luna steps closer, dropping her voice as quietly as she can.

"I wouldn't touch Jungkook with a 10-foot pole," She whispers angrily, "I am not a cheater, I would never do that to you,"

"Then where were you?" Taehyung cocks his eyebrow, "Because Yoongi told me you weren't there,"

Luna groans with frustration.

Fuck, Yoongi!

"I was, we just can't talk about it, it's important," Luna says quietly, "Why don't you trust me?"

"I don't know, Luna, maybe it's because Jungkook knows things about you that he shouldn't, or maybe it's because you dated the guy you said not to worry about, or maybe it's because you refuse to explain anything and keep expecting me to just blindly trust you!" Taehyung yells, "If you just tell me then maybe I can trust you!"

So, this is it, isn't it? This is why Jungkook did that. It's all intentional. Either she tells Taehyung the full truth and he dies, or he thinks that she is cheating on him.

Would I prefer he hates me, or that he is alive?

"I can't..." Luna sighs. Before she can continue, Taehyung turns around and storms towards his car. He slides in, slams the door and starts it before screeching out of the parking lot. Luna watches him go, her chest aching and her hands shaking.

She pulls out her phone, calling the first person that comes to mind.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jimin, I need you to do something for me," Luna mutters.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Jungkook is in town, and I need his address, now," She mutters, moving towards the subway station nearby.

"He is?" Jimin sighs, "Why? What happened?"

"Don't worry about it, I'll explain everything later," Luna replies.

"What are you going to do?"

"What I should have done a long time ago," Luna mumbles, "Kill him,"

. . . . . 

Luna heads up to her apartment, glancing at her phone every few seconds. But Jimin hasn't responded.

She slams open her front door, angrily throwing her bag aside. She wants to run, scream, punch something, do anything. She can't keep sitting here doing nothing. She needs to act, now.

"Wow, someone is angry,"

Luna spins around, watching as Jungkook saunters out of her bathroom, that disgusting grin on his face.

It only takes a brief moment for her surprise to fade, to be replaced with guttural, animalistic rage.

"Good, my target has decided to come to me," Luna mutters, "Perfect,"

She storms towards him, grabbing the nearest object to attack him with. Luckily, it's a sturdy wooden broom.

Once he notices that she is actually being smart this time, her muscle memory kicking in, it's too late. She swishes it around, smacking him across the face with it. He is shoved into the wall next to the bathroom by the force, a little startled by the intensity of her anger.

"I'm going to kill you, Jungkook," She mutters. His eyes widen slightly, coming face to face with Faith, not Luna, as the broom hits him hard in the gut. He crumples, covering his face with his arms and protecting his neck with his hands.

She continues, hit after hit, using all of her anger to push her body to its limits. She shoves him into the middle of the room, smacking his legs, his arms, his back, his side, everything she can reach. He makes a few painful noises, trying to move away from her. But he has had this coming for a long time, and all she can see is red.

Eventually, the broom snaps over his back, breaking into three separate pieces. Jungkook uncurls his body, looking down at the broken broom. When he looks back at her, he is chuckling.

"Not bad... Faith," He smirks.

Instantly, she pegs the end of the broom she is still holding, right at his groin. He manages to deflect most of it, twisting his leg, giving her the perfect opportunity. She kicks the back of his knee, forcing him to kneel before her. She slams his head into her knee and shoves him away. He falls onto his back, clutching at his nose as blood pours out of him.

He groans, slowly sitting up on the cold hard floor, only to come face-to-face with a gun, the same gun she was going to kill him with all those years ago, the one Hoseok gifted her.

She holds it away from her body., her breathing ragged and heavy. He looks at the gun, before looking up at her. The smile slips from his face, his eyes widening. She must look maniacal at this moment.

"Luna...?" Jungkook chuckles half-heartedly, "You're not going to kill me... right?"

She stares at him, her finger hovering over the trigger. But the longer she looks at him, the more she shakes.

I can't do it...

She lowers the gun slightly, aiming at his leg.

"Leave," She mutters, "Never come back... I don't want to see you ever again; do you understand me?"

He frowns, nodding at her request. Slowly, he gets to his feet, holding his arms up as much as he can so she doesn't shoot him. He backs away, moving towards the front door. Once he reaches it, she speaks again.

"Also, Jungkook," She mutters.

He looks up at her, his brow furrowed with confusion.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Leave this life," She says firmly, "Run away, and don't look back,"

His eyes shake, obviously confused by the sheer amount of mercy she is showing him, even at this moment. He opens his mouth to ask one of the million questions he has but closes it quickly.

He nods curtly, turning and leaving her apartment.

(A/N) See ya tomorrow 🫰🫰🫰