"Where are you going?" Jungkook's voice was hoarse, watching Jiah's back as she stomped into her bedroom.

"I'm going to sleep, what else did you think?"

"We haven't had dinner," his voice got louder when she closed the door behind her, "I made kimchi the other day, we have to finish it before it gets bad."

"Hyung!" another voice groaned and Jungkook's head snapped to the direction, seeing a seventeen-year-old boy walking out of his bedroom, scratching the back of his head and looking at the older with one eye opened.

"Jiyoung! I'm so sorry, did we wake you?"

"Why are you guys always so late? I swear I haven't seen you two at all this week," he walked over to the bench and sat opposite Jungkook, taking pieces of his food as he ate.

"Sorry man, your sister and I have been so busy with work."

The younger rolled his eyes, "I know, I know, it's always the same thing," he sighed, "has she gone to sleep?"

Jungkook and Jiyoung both looked to her shut bedroom door before looking back at each other. Jungkook's lips quirked up in a gentle smile as he stared at Jiyoung's features. He wondered how he could look so much like his sister and yet have so many differences. Their hair. Same dark black, wavy yet silky, but hers would be slick back more often than not and his would be messily hanging all over his face. His lips, the same size and shape as his sister's, however, were always upturned in a smile and hers, never was. And lastly their chocolate brown eyes, his a warm, inviting, shade of caramel, while hers - although the same colour - were a cold, intimidating copper.

"Probably not," Jungkook replied, knowing her too well.

Jiyoung nodded, pulling his hoodie up and that's when Jungkook saw a faint dark patch on the back of his neck peeking from under his hoodie.

"Jiyoung, turn around?"

"Huh?"

"What's that on your neck?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing," he got up and shoved his hands into his pockets, "Okay gotta go, don't wanna sleep in and be late to school."

"Come back here," Jungkook's voice was firm and Jiyoung now didn't dare ignore him.

He slouched as he turned, "What?"

"You know what, show me your neck."

Jiyoung sighed, pulling his hoodie down to reveal a large purple splotch, smack in the middle. And further down just lining the top of his back Jungkook could make out a few fresh cuts that have formed some scars.

"What is this?" he asked, grabbing the back of his hoodie to turn him around, not to hard as to hurt him, however.

"Nothing," Jiyoung mumbled but Jungkook's gaze didn't falter.

"What happened, Jiyoung?" he asked again and the younger rolled his eyes.

"Just some assholes at school, nothing more."

"Why did they do that to you?"

"I dunno," he shrugged, and when Jungkook raised an eyebrow he repeated, "I really don't know, hyung. I don't know why they do this to me."

"Does your sister know?"

"I... don't think so."

That was when Jungkook stormed to her door, knocking on it and without waiting for her to reply, opened it.

"What are you doing!" Jiyoung ran after him and they were now both in Jiah's room, watching as she stared back at them in shock from bursting in.

"You're awake?" was the first thing she said to her brother, walking over to him, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Yeah," he looked over at Jungkook annoyingly, "I'm going to sleep. Good night."

And before Jungkook could say anything further, he was out the door and in his room.

"Okay now please explain why you barged into my room like that?"

Of course the two of them, with living in the same apartment for the last three years meant that they had some ground rules. The most important being that if the door was shut, they must knock before opening.

"When was the last time you spoke to Jiyoung?"

"Just then. You were there."

"No I mean really spoke to him, Shadow, his back is riddled with scars, he's being bullied."

She winced, and although that was all she did, Jungkook knew her enough to be able to say this was a small but significant crack of the wall she had built around her heart.

Jiah knew it too.

If she wasn't careful this crack was going to cause the whole wall to fall, sharp edges against her heart and make it rip open, make it bleed. The one thing she feared more than anything else.

—

Jiah was sitting at the kitchen table when Jiyoung opened his bedroom door, and of course he was surprised to see her there.

"Good morning?" his tone was more of a question, this hardly ever happened. It was a pleasant surprise for him in all honesty.

"Hey, uhm, Jiyoung I want to talk to you."

He saw where this conversation was going, "I need to go to school, maybe later?"

"You still have an hour before you need to be at school, we can talk for fifteen minutes, please?"

She wasn't used to this version of herself, the one who was begging someone to stay with her.

"O-okay," he slipped into the seat in front of her, clasping his hands together. "What's up?"

"Jungkook told me that you were getting bullied, what happened? Is everything okay?"

His eyes fell, expression turned bored.

"You're only asking because hyung told you?"

"Wait, no, that's not what I meant, you know that."

"Yeah I'm getting bullied at school, what are you going to do about it? People there are saying that you're some kind of drug dealer, and they're always asking me for drugs. When I tell them you're not," he sighed, "well yeah, everything else follows."

There was that crack in the glass wall of her heart getting stronger and more firm, aching her in the slightest.

"Is that why you go to school an hour early everyday?"

He blinked, biting his lip, "It gives me enough time to sneak into Teacher Jung's classroom before they get there."

"You think I can talk to your teacher about this?"

"Only if you want me to be humiliated in front of the whole class, sure, go ahead."

"Jiyoung-,"

"Okay, I really should get going now," he stood up and threw his bag over his back. "See you later."

"Yeah," she gave up for now, "Okay see you."

When he was gone she was left to stare at her apartment alone. The wallpaper peeling off the edges, last reminds of their parents' ambitions of giving them a normal childhood. Piles upon piles of Jiyoung's old books and school equipment on the ground, neither of them ever bothered enough to get rid of it all. And the old television in the corner, hadn't been used since their parents had passed away, they weren't even sure if it still worked, but there it was rotting away much like everything else in that apartment. Much like themselves.

—

Jiah and Jungkook were called into a proper meeting that morning, one of their leaders had to talk to them about their next steps. And already after their last mission on this job the two of them were not looking forward to this.

"We're going to need to get you two even closer," he started, Jungkook, Hoseok and Jiah were standing in their headquarters back room, all three of them with their hands in the front pockets of their black cargo pants; their unofficial uniform, with their captain leading the discussion. "Last week one of our members were successful in disabling the president's secretary, rendering him somewhat unfit for the job."

All three of them raised an eyebrow - Hoseok with the addition of tilting his head as well - but they all knew what that meant.

"In the hopes that they look for people outside the company to fill that spot."

And they knew where this was going.

"This morning we saw the listing on their website so we're in luck."

"Jungkook, this is yours," Jiah put her twenty cents in, but was shot down.

"And Shadow, we've put through a resume for you and signed you up."

"Wait what? Why not him?" she pointed at Jungkook.

"Because we decided they might not want a scary, buff, tattoo-ed neck gangster as a secretary."

Jiah turned to look at her friend who filled his cheeks with air and tried his best to look back at her cutely.

Rolling her eyes, she nodded, "Okay but how long for."

—

"Wait he looks familiar," Hoseok said, pointing at the photo on the board.

"Yeah, he's the poor soul who's penthouse we broke into a few weeks ago."

"Oh, that's him?"

"That's him."

"What else do we know about him apart from his job status?"

"He's best friends with Kim Taehyung," the captain pointed at the top of the chart drawn onto the whiteboard, "I'm guessing they're in the kinda relationship where they talk about unofficial business deals in their leisure time. Everything we're trying to figure out, these two talk about over brunch."

"What is it exactly, that we're even trying to find out?" Jungkook finally asked, knowing that question was hanging over their heads ever since they got the mission.

"You'll know in due time," was all he replied, "For now we need you to get that job, and you two can help her and just sit back. And before we get any further, let's get some code names sorted. We're gonna need one for Park Jimin, on the director's board."

All three of them looked at the photo. Jiah couldn't help but notice his well-coiffed hair, and how the brown locks curved around the front of his head, leaving the middle of his forehead exposed, broad and clear. His lips sat in a small smile, although slightly awkward, was compelling. She could tell he didn't seem like the person to smile a lot, however his looks would draw you in anyway. Finally, his eyes, dark brown, save for the contradicting light brown oval shaped band around his pupil.

"Saturn," Jungkook had said, seeming to notice everything she had as well. For when Jimin's eyebrows were furrowed the way they were in the picture, these bands seemed to look like little storms, swirling in the abyss of his eyes. Much like the oval shaped storms of Saturn.

They looked to their leader, who simply nodded and wrote it down, pointing at the next photo.

She stared at the photo of Taehyung, her eyes not shifting from his. They were alluring, and seemed to hold her gaze despite only being a picture. They glistened brightly, cold and metallic, rivaling the most excellently polished suit of armour. The sclerae that surrounded them were pristine, untouched by red. They were pure. They were cold. They were beautiful. They were much like-

"Diamond," her words came out, but her eyes never left his.

The leader didn't have a thing to say again, his fingers tightened around the marker as he wrote it down underneath his picture.

Diamond.