"You have a meeting with the directors of the cosmetic's department at nine o'clock, the entertainment department at ten and the technology department at eleven. I've scheduled your lunch at twelve, and after you have your meeting with the transportation department at one, and finally your bank meeting is at two," Jiah had read out Taehyung's day as soon as he had walked into that office - late - that morning.

"I forgot today was that day," he groaned, spinning in his chair and turning his monitor on, "Could you please do me a favour, for my meeting with the bank, at," he looked over the computer to her.

"Two."

"Two," nodding, he started typing, "could you just go through the following accounts I'm sending through to your email, and do some checks to see if they are just paper companies, or if they are real?"

"Huh?" her mouth was slightly open.

Part of her was confused as to why he was asking her to do that. And the other part was starting to feel something, something she couldn't name.

Because he trusted her. Of course he trusted her. She was his secretary, after all.

But he trusted her with the one thing he really shouldn't have.

Shaking the thoughts, she looked back at him confidently, reminding herself not to think that way. She was put there for that exact reason, and she wasn't going to back down now.

She wasn't like that.

But there were his eyes.

Strong. Silver. Unnerving.

"Can you... can you do that for me?"

"Yes, just send them through, I can run the background checks."

—

The first two meetings finished on time, Taehyung strolled back into his office, but not before waving hello to Jiah. She prepared his documents for his next meeting so as he was exiting a few seconds later; she passed it to him over the counter.

"Thanks," he started walking away, but stopped, turning back, "How far along are you on those accounts, by the way?"

She looked down at the list on the table that she had printed out, before looking back at him.

Not far. The list was rid of annotations.

"I should be done soon," she forced a smile, and he nodded.

"Alright, thank you for that."

And walked off.

Turning her phone on, she called Hoseok to see how far along he was with the list.

"Yeah?" was how he answered, and Jiah could hear the crunching of chips in his mouth as he did so.

"Are you done with the list?" she snapped, "I need it soon."

"You said I could finish it by one," he sighed, "I still have three hours."

"Are you taking this lightly? Hoseok, you need to hu-,"

"Jiah, you know I'm not taking this lightly, I'm serious about this too. We need to know if this is information is detrimental to us, I don't need this man finding out about our mafia involvement in his bank as well."

"Wait, what did you say?"

"I said I don't need him finding out- fuck, wait, you didn't know, did you?"

"That we use his bank? We use his bank?" She was whispering now, "I'm really out here, working for him when we are more involved in this than I knew?"

"Jiah, don't-,"

"I can't with you guys... when did you find out?"

"That day you brought us those accounts, Kkangpae was one of them. Of course, it's a different name and also a fruit and vegetable company on paper..."

"Since then, you knew? And you still thought it was a good idea that I'm coming here every day?"

"Jiah, what's wrong with that? You definitely can handle yourself if anything were to happen. If he were to find out, you would be up and gone before he could say anything more."

"That's not it, you know that's not what I mean. Hoseok, you guys are not telling me anything anymore, don't you think I should know what I'm facing?"

"Why are you acting like it's dangerous? If anything you're more dangerous than they are."

"Hoseok, I said, that's not what I'm talking about."

That was when a figure appeared from down the hall, and Jiah recognised the man walking toward her with their hands in their pockets, and she quickly hung up.

"Jiah, hey!" he was enthusiastic; it tired her out.

She just simply smiled politely and bowed.

"Is Tae inside?" he asked, his hand resting on the great metal door handles.

"He's in a meeting right now, but he'll be done soon and then it's his lunch break."

"Perfect! I'll wait inside for him then," he grinned at her, and she nodded.

He disappeared behind those grand sombre doors. She thought back to the many times she watched them both - Jimin and Taehyung - sliding into his office. And how the colours seemed to suit them so well. So dark, masking the possibility of so much more happening behind the surface. She couldn't help but wonder what Taehyung knew; he did print out those accounts, he was asking her to look into the bank deeper, just what did he know?

--

"You're finally back," Jimin sighed, looking over this shoulder as he lounged on the couch when Taehyung walked into his office.

"I'm so glad I have you waiting for me," Taehyung teased, flopping into the seat opposite his friend.

"As if," Jimin snorted, "You've got dozens of girls waiting for you, when were you ever glad you had me?"

The side of Taehyung's mouth lifted in a small smile. Because he knew how grateful he was to have Jimin as a friend, and Jimin knew that too, they had the kind of friendship that never needed to be expressed in words for the other to understand what they were thinking.

"Anyway," he rolled his eyes, "What's up?"

"I think I know what happened when those people broke into my place."

"Finally, took you long enough. What happened, did they steal your blankie?" Taehyung joked, and Jimin shook his head, leaning forward.

"They copied data from my laptop, Tae."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

When Jimin nodded, Taehyung asked, "First of all, why? And secondly, how do you know?"

"Truth is, I came across something weird with this one Fruit and Veggies company using our transport trucks a few months back. I've been doing background checks and stuff on them for a while."

"What was the weird thing you found?"

"They didn't have any credit history before signing with us."

Taehyung thought about it, "Maybe they didn't need it? Maybe they weren't in debt?"

"They're moving millions and millions of dollars in and out of their account, Tae, I'm sure they needed to have some kind of loan before starting up."

"Okay, how did you know someone had copied the files though?"

"Well I thought that information should remain confidential so I encrypted it, and put a code that would notify me the next time I opened the documents if there had been an attempt to delete them or if they had been copied, just for security reasons or in case I accidentally deleted them. When I went to open them today, it notified me that it had been copied onto a USB drive."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded, "But I need to figure out who it was. Do you really not remember anything?"

"You're the one who told me that it's fine I don't remember back when I was beating myself up about it."

"Yeah, I know," he sat back in the couch and crossed one leg over the other, "At least we know what they did when they came into my place. And whoever it was, I wonder what they're going to do with that information."

Taehyung quickly got up and walked to his computer, "Wait, what was the name of the company that you were suspicious of?"

Jimin followed him slowly, "Kkang's Fruit and Veggies," he shrugged, "not a very weird name."

"It isn't, but," he turned his monitor to Jimin, "It's on my list."

"List? What list?"

"All these accounts were linked to that one we found out to be that Italian mafia's account," Taehyung explained, "And I wanted to do background checks on all of them to see whether or not they are connected in any way."

"So, are they?"

"Not sure yet, Jiah's just going through the list now."

"Okay, when will she be done?"

He pressed his intercom by the phone.

"Hello?" Jiah's voice was surprised as she answered.

"Hey, when do you think you'll be done going through that list?"

"Oh, I'm done."

"Really?"

"Yeah, would you like me to come in and give you my notes?"

"If you could, thanks."

Soon enough, the door was pushed open, and Jiah appeared, bowing to them both before walking to the table where they stood, passing the papers to Taehyung.

Before she could leave, however, his eyes caught hers. And that was the first time she could see through them clearly.

He had walls, just like she did, walls built so strong around his heart, around his mind, around his everything. With one look in his eyes, she could see, he was trusting her. He was making a small gap through that cement structure around his heart, and he was letting her in.

That's when she felt another crack in her own wall. If she didn't rebuild it, she knew it was going to crumble down and leave her bare.

She really didn't need that.

She didn't want that.

Or did she.