[ You finally put your phone down and notice a bunch of humans around you. You find Jimin and yoongi across you on either sides of Jungkook. Jennie sits right next to you. You almost feel like you're in a round table conference.

"believe me, it's not that big of a deal, in fact, it's not even a deal, it's stupid is what it is," jimin breaks the silence by directing these words at you in the form of an advice when he sees your concerned face. He sits like a Chad with one hand on his thigh while the other one pointed at you as he rests his elbow on his other thigh. "You'd be so done with Jungkook when you find out," he adds.

"I'm done with him already," You sigh.

"Too bad," Jennie joins in, "get ready to be disappointed coz this ain't a mystery thriller drama like u expect it to be," she warns.

"What even?" Jungkook looks down while he lets out an embarrassed chuckle as he realizes what they're saying isn't wrong even though it sounds like exaggeration.

Impatient and anxious, you scan the room for Kim Seokjin who had gathered everyone but himself on this table. You panic a little when you find him closing all the blinds. Your eyes then fall on the entrance which seems locked.

"Woah, hold on, what're you doing?" You stand up and raise your voice a little so jin can hear the skepticism in your voice from the other side of the restaurant.

"Shutting the place down for some time," he replies as he continues with his chores.

"Wow, not suspicious at all," You raise your brows as you comment. You look at other employees on your round table for an explanation but they reply with silence which makes you more anxious about your current situation. "Why though?" You ask when they fail to read your quizzical look.

"Gotta make sure no one gets sued," Jin replies, which doesn't help as it doesn't answer your question but makes things more vague in your head.

"Elaborate or I'm gonna assume you're all a part of some cult," you say as the sound of you tapping your foot out of habit fills the room.

Yoongi cackles up a little bit immediately regains his composure.

"What? Are you really from a cult? Or a mafia gang?" You joke, reacting to Yoongi's response, but pause as you calculate the probability of it being true, which is not zero. Your brain connects dots in your head to form a possible conclusion to your predicament. You could almost feel your neurons go haywire with possibilities and form scenarios of who these people might actually be.

You grab you backpack from the table and make your way towards the kitchen leaving other people confused. After some minutes of waiting for you to come back they get curious and Jennie stands up to check the kitchen but before she could go in, you slam the door open. You walk out with a tint of horror on your face. "Why'd you close the back exit?! No one's entering from that door," you turn to Jin and ask. "If you really wanted to talk it out you'd have done it by now. What's the point of all of this?" You get impatient and bombard him with questions.

"I don't want cops on my doorstep or near my restaurant. If you don't trust us, we don't trust you. We don't know if you've already called the cops or not and if they're spying on us or not. What if u call the cops or someone overhears you talking about your stupid assumptions and then they call the cops?  It's too risky for us. Also, customers will only distract us and would extend the conversation unnecessarily. Plus we already have our own shit to look out for, which I feel we need to explain to you, even though I don't want to, so you can understand the mess Jungkook created."

"great, two over thinkers arguing with each other is all we need right now," jimin mumbles sarcastically.

Silence engulfs the atmosphere for some seconds. You try to comprehend what jin said. It made sense for some part but it also created more possibilities. Like what did he mean when he said they had their own shit to look out for? Why's he so worried about the cops? He's mentioned cops so many times, your brain just keeps endorsing your previous assumptions.

"I'd like to inform you guys before this gets worse," You break the silence and warn, "if it has to do anything with my mom's cases or her clients, you're gonna suffer severe consequences."

If question mark had a face, it'd be jimin's, jennie's, Yoongi's, Jin's, and jungkook's.
Jimin, yoongi, and Jin were clueless question marks meanwhile Jennie and Jungkook, who knew your mom's a lawyer, were incredulous question marks with an exclamation next to Jennie.

"Just so you know, blackmailing her is such a coward move, you should be ashamed of yourselves," you comment casually as you take your seat.

"what now?" Jennie asks to make sure her ears are alright.

"you could be one of their pawns playing my roommate this whole time," you look at Jennie and theorize. Jennie chuckles and replies with a, "I wish," and mumbles, "working as a secret agent would've been more fun than working in a bank or this place."

"ambushing a family member, attacking them from behind, is such a coward move," you attempt to hurt their gangster ego.

"Well let me give you a mature perspective on that," yoongi puts his hands on the table and replies, "Get past your useless childish ego, and realize that one cannot be better than another. Cowardice is not bad. In fact, Attacking the enemy from behind is the more efficient tactic," he continues, "it avoids unnecessary bloodshed."

"You must be their boss," you look him in the eyes and say.

"Yoongi, you're not helping," Jin responds from the other side of the room.

Jennie sighs and walks towards the bar. She grabs something from the fridge and places it in front of you. "I don't wanna do this to you, neither do I condone this but you really need to stop overthinking right now," she says and pours some beer for you in a mug.

"really?" You chuckle, "an attempt to diminish my decision making skills?" You turn to her and say, "im not falling for that."

"They're already pretty dim," yoongi mumbles and you hear it but pretend to be oblivious as you choose to silently accept the fact.

"Jeez," Jennie massages her forehead as frustration creeps up from the back of her head, "the one time I actually want you to drink, you don't" she mumbles as she clenches her teeth.

"Jimin, why don't you ask her to have a beer with you?" Jennie turns to Jimin and forces a smile, an attempt to not lose her temper.

"S-sure, uh..." jimin pauses to think and immediately chirps with a "let's all have some!" He gets out of his seat to grab things from the bar. He decorates the table with glasses and alcohol in just a few minutes.

Jin enters the real life chat and pauses to look at the opened bottle on the table. "Who's paying for that?" He asks. His eyes seem to aggressively demand an answer or he's gonna be offended.

Everyone start to exchange looks until Jennie points a finger at you.

"What the fuck?!" You ask incredulously.

"Oh come on, you're rich," she argues.

"I'm not!" You retaliate only to add, "my parents are," in a tiny voice, three seconds later, as you scratch your head awkwardly.

"I don't mind playing a gang leader right now," yoongi mumbles to Jimin, earning a nudge from the latter's elbow.

After some seconds of bickering with Jennie, you agree to pay so Jin could finally join the conversation and explain things. You agree to have a conversation with them over drinks on one condition. You tell Jin that you need at least a door and a window open or you're gonna assume they're criminals and call the cops as locking you up with nowhere to escape from is exactly what a criminal would do. He sighs and unlocks the door which which leads employees out of the restaurant from the kitchen, aka, the Back Door.

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Before he could continue, you make sure to open the kitchen's entrance so you could dash into the kitchen and out of the back door just in case things went where your brain expect them to go.

You drag a chair and place it against the kitchen's automatic door so it could prevent the door from closing on its own.

"Aish," you hear jimin mumble before he starts snickering, "we don't bite," he jokes as he brushes his hand through his hair, pushing his hair back but they bounce back to his forehead.]

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