"Come again, I think I missed something".

" I couldn't stop her sir, she played a number on us, we didn't see that coming"

" THEN WHY THE FUCK I KEEP PAYING YOU AND THOSE USELESS BUNCH OF SCUMS FOR?"

"Sir, please just le—

"Listen, get your ass on the move, I'll give you exactly twenty minutes to figure out her whereabouts, if you fail me again, consider yourself and your clan out of this world".

The thing about ignorance is that its power comes right from the veil that blurs our vision, clouds our thoughts, and lead us on. Ignorance feeds on our naiveness, misleads our logic, gives us wrong ideas, and mostly, induces a bravado that we could do way better without.

With that being said, congratulations, your ignorance made you weigh Jungkook on the wrong scale.

Really! Why instead of sleeping you were wandering around looking for troubles?

Maybe a sudden sense of revolution that you had all the right to manifest.

Jungkook had four men keeping tabs on you, protection necessity let's say, but that wasn't the only reason, Jungkook had some major trust issues, especially when it comes to you, it's safe to say that his trust was low to none.

Maybe the past had its inflictions on him, or maybe that's how the man was, or maybe both but that doesn't matter, for you were in deeper shit and surely that wasn't the right time to question his motives.

To say that Jungkook was furious when his men informed him about your escapade would be an understatement, as he received the news he opened the hell's gate and take it upon himself to close it only when he'd bid you goodnight personally.

When he'd find you obviously.

"All right! seems like we have a winner, don't we?"

The loud voices and the useless chatters never have been that annoying, as he kept drinking from your figure and every curve trying his best to satiate the thirst alcohol failed to drench, Taehyung wished to have a tank of gasoline, as per the lighter, he was ready to sacrifice his customized one only to see the place in flames behind him.

"Guess I should give up on my internship as an aspiring monk. See you later at our spot Min".

Taehyung darted toward your seated figure leaving Yoongi with his jaw reaching to kiss the floor, the older man wasn't used to this side of Taehyung, he weighed him for a wiser individual and praised him inwardly for the amount of matureness he owned at such a young age.

"In the end, the safest place on earth is under a woman's skirt, but it could be just as dangerous baby Kim", Yoongi muttered under his breath with a smirk as he watched Taehyung towering over you, manifesting what had seemed to him a domineering behavior.

Taehyung wasn't pleased with your sudden cameo, he wished you'd spare him the uncalled-for tension, he was already as stressed as they come.

But it wasn't in you to let a day go by without troubles, no, it was just stronger than your will.

" To what we owe the pleasure sugarplum?" Taehyung asked as he ushered the bartender who was attempting to release the Don Juan in him seconds before his arrival, "one Bushmills' old fashioned extra bitter here please".

"Guess I'll answer you with your own question doctor" you retorted amused with your confident tone that was surely sponsored by the booze, "sorry, you're no longer a doctor, so let me rephrase that one, fancy meeting you here Mr. Kim".

Taehyung wasn't one to beat around the bush, he always admired straightforward individuals and loved honesty in general, but if he was forced to adopt a sneaky dialogue, he'd be always the winner in that room.

"Lured I guess", he cooed tilting his head toward you and smiling innocently, "your presence has that much effect on me sugarplum, sorta magnetic", he pouted imitating with his fingers the gravitational effect sun and earth shared.

"Oh", you gasped as your mouth formed an 'o' shape dramatically acting shocked, the more those shots ventured through your system, the more bravado pooled in your guts, and further the teasing act developed, "your earth must have stayed dark during all those years I guess, I can only imagine the natural disasters that must have happened during your sun's absence. Sad."

Alcohol is a beverage that should be consumed in moderation. That bartender should have begun his approach with that sentence.

Sometimes, it's better to maintain certain thoughts captive, adopting a Doberman and putting it right in front of one's mouth before it could run freely could also be an option to consider as it spares some troubles and unnecessary wounds from occurring. Taehyung seems to have one of these sittings right at the corner of his mouth forbidding him from spitting venom, but it seems like yours had run away long ago.

Or you unleashed him the way you unleashed your demons.

As he decided to ignore your comment which ignited turmoil inside his chest, obviously wishing to maintain the discussion as civil as it could be, you thought it was a cue for you to keep provoking him edging his sanity into a cliff that he needed to avoid. Sneaking your hand to place it over his thigh, just a few inches below his crotch wasn't a move he was expecting, but he welcomed it nevertheless.

"You know about that guy? Edison was his name I think" he arched a brow as his palm rested over your hand warming it and his thigh, growing your bubble of anticipation into a cloud that could rain at any second, " he invented something useful called electricity, you may not believe it but it has lightened my darkness just fine sugarplum".

Alcohol creates wellsprings of delusions that could at times be extremely toxic, or in worst-case scenarios, capable of killing.

They kill, the moment the wellspring dries.

And it dried the moment he tossed your hand aggressively and proceeded to dust his trousers as if your hand was the stinkiest piece of garbage he ever came across. That sight was one of a kind, the amount of disgust it displayed was immense.

"Although I'm no longer a doctor, I can't forget that keeping germs away is the best precaution to avoid diseases sweet Y/N", his grin was devilish as he witnessed the tear that left your eye and rolled down your cheek, as much as it tore him apart, it was equally fulfilling, "well, goodnight I guess sugarplum".

You slammed your hands on the counter, anger filling you to the brim with thoughts nearer to madness from logic, another effect ignorance has was no other but the frustration that kept building inside you at every encounter you had with Taehyung.

You hurried following in his steps with one only target as clear as sunshine in your head: getting to the bottom of the truth that led toward such an unexplainable hatred he showered you with.

"Stop", you ranted as you grabbed a hold of his arm with all your might, forcing him to halt the momentum right before he could enter the car brought by the valet at the entrance of the club, " you must have valid reasons for this change of demeanor and you ought to explain them, tonight".

He jolted your hand aggressively while showing a severe case of annoyance, "are you dumb or playing as one?" his brows furrowed as he enclosed the leftover space between you while his index dug into your shoulder, " engrave it in your brain, I refuse being touched by your fucking hands, and I definitely don't owe you a thing Y/N".

You were astonished to the point where your words refused to cooperate, just why? But giving up was for losers which you weren't and you had no plans on becoming at that moment, so with that mindset you stormed inside the car as he was about to close the door and instructed the driver to take off before he could protest.

Jimin couldn't be happier in his slumber, he longed for his bed ever since the alarm went off that morning, his week has been packed and he didn't wish for a thing more than a peaceful weekend which odds seemingly have had plans on ruining.

He surely didn't expect to receive a call at four in the morning from an unknown number, and as much as he wanted to act kindly toward the caller, the vibes were just missing and he didn't find it in himself to pretend further.

"Is this Park Jimin's phone number?"

"Hello! Excuse me but you are?"

"Oh, I'm really sorry for the caused disturb, but I have a subject to discuss which could be of mutual interest".

"I have no interesting arguments to discuss at this hour so I invite you to never call again, goodnight to you too".

"Kim Y/N, I mean miss L/N Y/N as she's a widow now, unfortunately, aka your ex-patient"

"Who are you, and what do you want from me?"

" My driver is waiting for you in front of the main gate of your house, please give me the pleasure to welcome you to my humble residence to have a deeper insight into the situation, see you soon Mr. Park".

Jimin usually woke up at least two hours in advance so he could get ready, he was the type of man to pay extra attention to his appearance, his signature was his elegance and he enjoyed to the fullest the eyes that showered him with appreciation courtesy of his devotion to fashion, and surely to his dashing looks as well, but he discarded all of that just to make sure he'd be at his house's entrance in less than ten minutes after having hung up the phone with the stranger he had a conversation with.

"To where's the lead?"

"We will reach the destination in less than twenty minutes, sir".

Jimin couldn't help but roll his eyes as he scoffed, sassiness was second nature to him and he couldn't prevent it from showing as the driver refused to answer his simple question.

"Bro, have you been speaking to me? Sorry but I confused you with the robot in google maps, I must still be sleepy and with your announcement and all..I guess I was hallucinating".

Jimin gained exactly what he had expected, which was no reaction at all, the demeanor of the driver was enough of a hint to down him with the confirmation that whatever he was being led toward wasn't at all ordinary, an assumption which he had made ever since he received the call and the invitation.

He said it was humble...

Jimin was face to face with a real mansion and he figured it out as the railed gate opened, and the car drove into a runway until it reached the main door, a fountain right in the middle of the front yard masked the eeriness of the place with a burbly sound, dimmed lights coming from the sconces made the whole place seem just like a castle, while the prominent source of light was the one coming from the crystal chandelier hung in the hall that separated the yard from the main door. It oozed luxury.

He was motioned to follow one of the maidens to reach the second-floor climbing through the marbled stairs, Jimin's eyes were busy checking every piece of art from decorations to paintings while intaking the design of the house which was per se artistic, he wondered who was the person at this level of richness that was summoning him at such a late hour of the night, discarding each time another name from the list he mentally made as he became sure that no one of his entourage could afford such an extravagant lifestyle.

If this is Tae playing tricks on me I swear to God...

"Your guest is here sir"

"Let him in"

The maiden motioned Jimin inside the study of the mansion's owner wordlessly and bowed before retreating, the further his steps took him, Jimin realized that Taehyung was not at all in the picture, and in his stead, right behind that large desk, sat a man whom age couldn't be more than thirty, clad in a black suit paired with a white dress shirt with a few open buttons exhibiting his sturdy chest. The man's demeanor was a whole different story, calm and collected, simply radiating confidence.

"Please have a seat Jimin-ssi".

Jimin obliged while opting for silence, his job's nature thought him how to test the waters before indulging in any kind of verbal engagement without baggage, he knew better than turning the conversation barren with useless curiosity that was bound to be satiated when the time comes.

" Hmm, let me guess, whiskey straight?"

" Chilled actually, but straight would do as well".

"I'm sorry for interrupting your sleep", said the man as he walked toward Jimin and stretched his hand that was busy holding a glass, "here".

"Thank you".

"Is it to your liking?" He asked as he took a seat on the couch across Jimin, " it's a fine whiskey I got as a gift from a very dear friend", he glanced at Jimin as he shifted his eyes from the glass he was twirling between his hand with a cunning grin, "Kim Taehyung".

Jimin placed his glass on the table after having taken a sip from the liquor he had been served, steadily, he leaned his upper body to meet the backrest of the leather sofa, not breaking the eye contact not even once nor depriving his interlocutor the smile that had adorned his lips and succeed in masking whatever uneasiness inside him.

"Such a fine drink indeed Mr.. ?"

" Oh my bad, I should have introduced myself first thing, Min Yoongi, it's a pleasure meeting you Mr. Park", Yoongi reached to shake hands with Jimin who was trying to recollect if he ever had a Yoongi in his life that he may have forgotten about.

"Pleasure is mine Mr. Min".

" It's already late as it is, keeping in mind the disturbance I have caused you, I'll cut to the chase and dig into the topic without further do, although I must admit I'm taken aback by your lack of curiosity or interest I'd say?"

" Let's say I'm giving you time to prepare for the conversation, it's not in my nature to induce pressure you see".

Yoongi let a simper escape his lips amused by Jimin's words, " I must admit, you're very different from him, I mean don't get me wrong, I like you both, but it seems to me that you're hmm..how shall I put it, easier to deal with?"

It wasn't false, Taehyung always had a facade that held hints of intimidation, he wasn't the type of guy you would easily approach whilst Jimin was more on the comfortable wave, he knew however exactly where to draw limits when needed.

"Here", Yoongi pointed toward the envelope that he placed near the glass Jimin had previously left on hold over the table, "please take a look".

Jimin opened the envelope only to be shocked in multiple dimensions, if his interest was missing before well it had certainly come back as he kept swiping between the fold of pictures he has been handed.

Ignorance is sometimes useful and very much needed, but the thing about it is that it keeps fleeing every time it's deemed necessary just to create perfectly tailored troubles.

"Spotting some familiar faces Jimin-ssi?"

"Ho..w..how did you get these?"

"See Jimin-ssi, I really love birds, pigeons especially, I look after them a lot", Yoongi stood up leading his way toward a distressed Jimin with a grin, he knew he aimed right in the bull's eye, "so one of them brought these right to my window, guess I'm lucky".

"You're not telling him, he can't know about this".

"No, now I don't want you to get me wrong Jimin-ssi, I'm only after explanations" he patted Jimin's shoulder trying to get him to calm down, " I think you owe him that much".

Secrets don't know what forever means, secrets are the first promise-breakers.

Yoongi had instructed his men to carry on the mission that failed because of the hacker guy they were previously torturing along with Taehyung, the blueprint the man had found made it easier to break into the server room which allowed a smooth hack situation to take place, giving, as a result, a fold of pictures and files that were an exclusivity only Jungkook afforded the luxury to have.

Jungkook was a thorough man, he never allowed a mosquito to fly near his belonging so let alone pieces of information he worked hard to obtain. He wasn't very sane either, he had a knock on spying more than necessary, and stalking was one of his many hobbies to kill time, which in other words meant that the success of the said operation resulted in the discovery of a hidden treasure that contained instead of gold, dirt.

When Taehyung was busy expressing his immense love for you, Yoongi was handed an envelope and a few hard drives, to say that the content was juicy would be an understatement, it was a scoop.

But what shocked him the most was seeing the exact woman Taehyung was sitting with, in some of the pictures inside the file, spiking further his curiosity was the captures in which you appeared with Jimin outside of the hospital whilst you were supposedly serving your sentence for murder, he just couldn't understand what you were doing at the gynecological clinic without the police officers you should have been accompanied with, nor could he figure out the reason behind the secrecy that tinged the situation.

Taehyung never spoke about you to Yoongi, the deal was clear, he was out to get revenge for his brother who had been taken away from him very soon, with a motive as clear as this one, Taehyung didn't find it necessary to provide more grounds. However, Yoongi wasn't a man you could earn his trust easily, not to mention how much of great importance details were to him, and how much he despised it when those were missing from the table, therefore, he dug until he figured out the complete story about you and Taehyung.

Or at least a big part of it, the rest was still downloading.

"You can trust me, there will be no harm coming from my side" Yoongi assured, "we do business together, I'm no betrayer".

"The way your digging around him suggests otherwise Mr. Min".

"The last time I checked doing background investigations on partners was no crime Jimin-ssi, one needs to be careful in our field".

"Why you're so interested in someone's else personal life? As far as I know, other business associates' personal life doesn't get you to gain dollar bills, correct me if I'm wrong".

Yoongi was most of the time calm and quiet, and that was his source of strength and the wellspring of the intimidation he radiated, but at that exact moment, he was losing all his cool and battling ferociously to keep whatever little was left.

"What were you doing with Taehyung's little doll outside of her imprisonment at the obstetrician Park", he propped his body forward resting his elbows on his thighs, "you don't want me to get my answer from him directly now do you?"

"Try it, but before, I'd rather you come out with a valid explanation for your reasons, he won't buy the one with the background shit".

A loud simper echoed in the large room as Yoongi facepalmed dramatically, it took him a few seconds before regaining control over his panting self from the hysterical guffaw that got Jimin thinking he needed serious help, however, Jimin soon realized that the one in need of help was himself and definitely not the man standing across with his hand stretched to give him the file it was holding.

"Care to explain why a female prisoner diagnosed with schizophrenia was getting an abortion Park, I'm sure as hell Taehyung would be just as curious to hear your answer".

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