Jimin had finalised all the duties he had planned for that day, he had met with a couple of other department heads and discussed significant mergers, and it was finally time for him to get on with the miscellaneous section of his to-do list.

First was checking through the couple of profiles he had stumbled across earlier. The faint memory of meeting up with their company's representative (Kim Seokjin, was it?) played in his mind. He left that day reassured that there was nothing to worry about, but he didn't stop keeping tabs.

Opening his laptop and clicking on the encrypted documents, he was taken aback at the message displayed on the screen.

The documents have been copied onto a USB.

But when?

He never let his laptop out of his sight. He only ever took it to work and then back home.

Shutting his eyes, he remembered that night Taehyung had witnessed two intruders breaking into his home.

So this is what they did?

Getting up out of his seat right away, he was out his door and charging down the stairs to Taehyung's floor. It was only two flights below his, and he didn't see the use of taking the elevator. Besides, he wanted a bit more time to toss around the thoughts in his head.

It all appears to be more severe than what he was initially thinking.

Firstly, their bank already contains accounts owned by the Italian mafia, and potentially several others.

Secondly, the information he had on a company he had suspected of drug trafficking had been infiltrated. Maybe it wasn't only drug trafficking that it was linked to?

The only thing that could top it off was if there was a mole right under his nose.

He got to Taehyung's floor and started for the corridor that leads to his office.

But something stopped him.

Or rather, someone.

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

The voice belonged to Taehyung's secretary.

And when he realised, Jimin smiled a little. Taehyung never allowed his past secretary to be able to use his phone on the job.

Maybe his best friend's loosening up a little bit.

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

He was about to continue walking through the hall, but this made him freeze.

Jimin didn't jump to conclusions but 'here' surely meant his office, and he didn't want to believe she was insinuating it was somehow not safe.

Why wouldn't it be safe?

"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?"

What she's facing?

He thought again.

What was she on about?

Was he crazy to assume she was talking about their company when she said 'here'?

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

Jimin had had enough and forced himself to walk out now.

Sure, he was intrigued, he was confused, and he was curious to know what she was talking about.

Except, there was always a little part of him that just didn't want to know that there was any bad in the world.

A little part of him that believed ignorance is bliss.

He couldn't have missed the swift way Jiah hung up the phone and slapped it on the desk, standing up.

Taking in a deep breath, he slipped his hands into his pockets.

"Jiah, hey!"

He narrowed his eyes at her ever so subtly and searched them. But they were just as they always were; void of any emotion.

"Is Tae inside?"

Jimin turned away and grabbed the 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," Jimin forced a smile - which she obviously didn't return - and entered Taehyung's office, heading straight for his couch.

He noticed that she never really did smile, nor did she sound too enthusiastic when speaking.

Was she some kind of robot?

His head fell back over the sofa, and he stared at the ceiling.

He didn't know what to do. Should he bring it up with Taehyung now? He might just be jumping to conclusions, and he didn't want to say anything in case he was wrong.

The door opened a short while after and he waved hello at his friend.

Maybe he should just wait until he was sure.

He had to be more sure.

Jimin didn't act on suspicions.

--

It weighed heavy on his mind, however. That night Jimin cancelled the plans he had previously made to meet with his date and instead stayed in all night, alone. Which wasn't something he'd otherwise ever do.

Pacing up and down his penthouse, he started to clean the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room and also his bedroom as he tossed and turned the conflicting pieces of information he had collected over the past few months.

He couldn't come to a conclusion, though.

The only thing he could say was that this was bigger than him, bigger than him and Taehyung combined, it was bigger than World Enterprises. It was something he needed to get to the bottom of, and there was no one way to do it.

But first, he needed to get closer to Jiah. He needed to either confirm or deny his suspicions before getting anyone else involved.

--

While Jimin was finally in his robe - he had showered after cleaning his entire house - he heard a loud knocking at his door coupled with someone hysterically yelling out his name.

Calm down; he thought, thanks for telling everyone in Russia where I live.

"I swear to God you better have won the lottery or some shit for getting me out of bed at this hour," sure, the getting out of bed bit was a lie, but he didn't need to worry his friend over the fact that he hadn't had any sleep.

Which shouldn't have even been a concern because it looked like Taehyung hadn't had any sleep either.

"Jimin what the fuck is wrong with me?" his eyes widened at the sudden question.

Immediately everything Jimin had been worrying over was sucked out of him as dirt in a vacuum. Instead filled with all the little insecurities that grew inside his best friend through the years of knowing him.

Only Jimin knew of his vulnerable heart. Taehyung had done an excellent job of mimicking a professional architect in building a steel cage around it.

Much like a jail and his heart a prisoner.

But Jimin knew the depths of emotion Taehyung had felt when his parents died. No one understood their relationship, the parents who gave no love, and the child who received none, why would he even mourn after them?

And yet he did mourn, in the quiet of the school gym, on the staircase of their old apartment, the outskirts of the Han river.

No one else would understand.

Jimin's heart clenched at the sight of Taehyung's eyes. They were a carbon copy of the day of his parents' funerals.

But he could breathe, for when he blinked it was gone and now slightly softer, however still conflicted.

"So have fun," Jimin shrugged, looking at Taehyung. There was suddenly only one thing running through his mind now. "Why don't you have some fun?"

"What?" Taehyung seemed just as confused as Jimin would have been if he wasn't fueled by his own plans.

"Maybe you'll learn she's not as amazing as you've pinned her to be. Maybe you'll learn all these feelings you thought you had, were just a side effect of you finding out about all that criminal activity happening right under our noses. Maybe that's it."

"Jimin, what are you saying?"

"Do I need to spell it out, Tae? Have fun! Have fun with Lee Jiah, and see if that confirms what you're thinking. I can assure you, you didn't know what to do when you found out about the mafia accounts, and Jiah walked into your life just at that second. It's a coincidence, and your heart is playing tricks with your mind."

Taehyung winced, and Jimin knew why. His best friend would never admit that he had feelings; he would never admit that he was capable of feeling such things.

"But maybe you are going to need to face it to understand the truth."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

He wasn't sure. He really wasn't.

But he saw the opportunity to get closer to her. While it wasn't him doing the scooching, he knew Taehyung wouldn't spare any detail if he asked.

So, he shoved all that away with one simple sentence.

"Have any of my ideas been bad ideas?"

He knew he was going to be sent to hell for trading his best friend's vulnerable heart with his own needs.