Namjoon's P.O.V.

It's one of those calm nights, soft snores the only sound in the almost dark room. I have been staring at the ceiling for some time now, a lot of things muddling my brain but a particular message relayed by Hoseok had disturbed my peace entirely.

The words rang in my ears 'your winter sleep is soon to end. The General wants to meet.' The anxiety was getting the best of me assuming what waits for me and Taehyung. Rolling over to my side, I pulled the sleeping boy beside me closer to my chest, pushing my nose into his blonde fringes as I desperately tried to calm myself down. He shifted lightly in his sleep snuggling closer to me. He's a real fluff ball when he isn't running that sassy mouth of his. I softly rubbed a thumb on his full lips which were still red due to the rough kissing, and him trying to muffle his cries of ecstasy a while ago. I don't even know how long will I get tohold you like this. I pulled the blanket up covering him from the chill before leaving him alone on the bed.

I needed to check the package Hoseok handed me today, poor Seokjin wasn't even aware what he had handed his best friend as a gift Jungkook has sent.

Dressing up in my sweatpants and sweatshirt I tread down the stairs carrying the package with me and say myself down on the couch to begin my night's work. It amazes me how hard Jackson has been trying to work through things. There were several reports, Rayden not being the target anymore, his men busy in their wild goose chase, the investigation shifting it's course to aim at the team leader of the mission, the Major who had gone MIA but still no clue about the document or the man in the mask who tried to shoot at Taehyung that night.

This is not good. Although I was aware this would happen sooner or later.

I sat resting my chin on my knuckles as I felt the seriousness of the situation seep in. Yes, Jackson had been working hard but even his powers have limits. I know they must have cornered him to a position where he had no other way to go but to abide by the General's commands.

Four days. I have four days to come up with some remedy. I stood up as my anxiety surged, pacing along the living room. There's no use trying to run anymore, or it will be Jackson who will be put in trouble. They're already after him.

I walk up to the kitchen grabbing a glass of water, my throat suddenly feeling too dry. It is better to explain things rather than run away, if they really believe that Taehyung knows something they are going to hunt him down anyway.

Gulping down a few mouthful I exhale, I know things won't be easy but I need to try. I need to try to fix this as good as I can, if I can. Finally deciding that Taehyung does not need to know about anything, I'd rather check what it is that the General wants.

Being the senior who had recruited him as a trainee and put him to lead a team to mission it's my duty to protect the boy from any false allegations, especially after what he had been through and how miserably I had failed him the first time. Yes, it was my failure. I know he would never say it out loud but it is my fault that I agreed to put his brother on such a critical mission, Minho had warned me but I was so proud of those two. So proud.

I return my gaze to the papers spread over the low coffee table, among the various reports and snapshots one image caught my attention, it was a side profile of a man dressed in black with a mask covering his face, the one whom I had stopped from shooting at Taehyung. Checking again I realized that his profile and body proportions do not match with any of the men who worked for Rayden. Who are you? I picked up the picture and  looked intently, my mind speeding through a million assumptions.

My sleep broke as I heard hasty footsteps down the stairs, as my senses cleared from the grogginess I realized I had fallen asleep on the couch.

This was almost a regular instance for the boy, he would deny to stay over every time I would ask him to but would end up falling asleep anyway. I decide not to let him know that I was awake, this being my regular act as I lay secretly listening to his movements and murmurs. He scurried through the living room mumbling curses to himself, "Idiot Jimin! Stupid Jimin! How many times have I told you not to fall asleep! Not supposed to stay over! Not supposed to stay over!" He kept biting out the words, he really tries too hard to keep up that cheeky impassive facade of his. I can see right through it you know.

I felt the couch dip down a bit, he must be wearing his shoes and felt his eyes on me. Heaving a sigh he scooted closer to me and I knew what he was going to do next. Tsk! another of your quirks Park Jimin. Almost instantly I felt the cold tip of the marker on my skin. This was his way to leave me messages, in a world where people use post-its and text messages he uses markers on skin; thank goodness those are not the permanent ones! I have often grumbled about this habit of his but to tell you the truth, I find it kind of cute. He was out of the door the next minute, and I finally let out the chuckle I had been holding back.

Rising to get ready for the day, I grabbed my toothbrush as I walked before a mirror to check the scribbles he had left on my neck "breakfast is on me, see you at the diner Mr. Dimples!" 

Jimin and me, we have this certain arrangement. We both were neither ready for a relationship nor serious dating, so we just agreed to keep it simple, no hassle just casual sex. But somewhere along the way I think things have changed, I can feel it and I guess he feels it too. That's probably the reason he tries so hard to keep his emotions away, acting completely unaffected veiling it all under that smile of his.

But for now things are better this way, I should not get his hopes up if I cannot give him what he deserves. Opting for a quick shower I head to get ready for work, my mind now clogging with all the information I had acquired last night and trying to work out a plan as deftly as possible.

I strode into the diner, heading straight for the counter where I knew Jimin would be and noticed him serving coffee to some dirtbag who kept ogling at him. Jimin looked vibrant in a yellow sweater and ripped jeans, his apron covering half of him while his blonde waves sat unruly atop his head. I walked up to him from behind and snaked an arm around grabbing his hand over the coffee pot and used another to grab a mug from the tray he held in his other hand, then guided him to fill up the mug for me in the process. He had visibly tensed at my actions as I softly pressed my chest against his back, not turning around to glare at me as he usually does whenever I try to brush away his warnings regarding any sort of P.D.A.

To my liking the ogling man was long gone and I figured it was okay to let go of him,  "I'm sorry, I'm running late" I spoke right into his ear as I leaned to check if the mug was full, my chest pressing further on him in this position. "Real smooth Sir, real smooth" he sang softly as he rose from the previous  awkwardness. I unwrapped my arms from around him with a smirk and headed to the counter to holler for some sandwich, eggs and bacon as I sipped at my coffee.

"I already packed your breakfast" Jimin informed as he came up beside me, placing the coffee pot and tray on the counter. He briskly made his way into the kitchen and came out with a takeaway box within minutes. Told you, a total fluff ball he is. I felt like grabbing his head and capturing those inviting coral lips of his, but decided to give him a smile and grabbed my breakfast, "see you later Jiminie". "Have a nice day Mr. Dimples!" I heard Joy shout from another end of the diner as I walked out, she is the only one Jimin was okay with knowing about our arrangement. I returned her greeting showing my dimples as I got inside Hoseok's car.

Hobi's P.O.V.

"So, you are sure about this" I was apprehensive about what Namjoon was suggesting, there is no doubt that he is smart and way more experienced in this than I am but what made me worry was that I could sense the fear and anxiety in his voice. "Yeah, there's not much we can do with this ultimatum he had given us. Do you expect things to magically work out by the end of this week when you all have been working so hard for a year?"

Well, I do get his point. We still had no specific clue regarding the document or the killer, the only lead being that there was definitely someone else plotting against them other than Rayden and his group, and that someone was way more cunning than some rowdy mafia dogs. "I have to meet Jackson before I go to General Lee" Namjoon says grimly "And I want you to come with me".

"Sure, I will take you to Col. Wang". "And what is this about?" He asked suddenly turning towards me. "What?" I asked thoroughly confused, eyeing him to understand what he meant. "You call Jackson 'Colonel Wang'" he said making air quotes and deepening his voice at my superior's name "while I am just Namjoon to you, eh?" I laughed at that, "after all, he is my boss and you're not" I laughed again as he shook his head at my ridiculous statement. "I remember you calling me Colonel Kim during the initial visits you made to the safe-houses, you looked scared of us back then". I actually was, but not of Namjoon. I saw a half smile on his face as he stared at the road ahead "I don't remember if I had thanked you for all the help Hoseok". My heart swelled at his praise "I was only doing my duty Namjoon, it was my job to keep you and Taehyung safe", silence took over shortly until he spoke again "I have decided that he should stay back here until we are aware of what the General actually wants us to do." "What are you going to tell him?" "Jackson sent a package and that I need to meet him" he replied curtly.

Our conversation being over I informed the details to Col. Wang and drove Namjoon to the orphanage. Jin was not here to accompany me today, Yoongi had informed me that he had left early morning with his camera and stuff. He's been here for the last three days but I barely have time to spend with him other than car rides and dinner times. I huffed dejected but still hoping to find some time to spend exclusively with my best friend.

The evening however was a whole different scene, I had planned to go back home to a quiet time with Jin and Yoongi but Jimin whined to join, egging Namjoon to join us as well. Hence I returned home with the two, only to find Jin not there and Yoongi had not returned home from the hospital yet. We had barely eased ourselves on the couch and put the TV on when I heard an engine die down right outside the house. Wait. That's not Yoongi's car.

I scampered to the kitchen window, Jimin closely following me, both of us trying to get a glimpse, I knew it! "Isn't that Taehyung's truck?" Jimin softly whispered as he stood on his tippytoes and craned his neck to look. I scowled as I saw a beaming Jin hop off the gray truck, "You can come in you know" he invited genially. "Hoseok doesn't like me" Taehyung replied almost instantly. Damn right I don't! Who would like someone who threatens to off you for offering help?! There's a reason I don't want him anywhere near Jin, he's dangerous when he's angry. Suddenly the front door opened wide and a squeaking Jimin called for the two to come inside.

Well, so much for my quiet time.

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