Yeosang looked around the room Yunho had taken him to and studied it with his trained eye. There were cameras in the corner, which didn't surprise him, but the room was empty.

"What's going on?" He asked, turning to the taller.

"This is going to be your room. Hongjoong wanted you to have a look at it so you could get a feel for the kind of set-up you want. If you noticed, we walked for quite a ways. This building isn't attached to the precinct directly so there's no way to tie it with us. But it is connected by that underground tunnel so you can get back and forth without going outside."

"Wow. You guys have put a lot of work into this, haven't you?"

Yunho rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah, we are really hoping this is going to work."

Yeosang glanced at him and saw a lot of unsaid thoughts in his eyes, but he didn't pry. It wasn't his place. "So, I can ask for... Anything?"

"Yes, and we will do our best to get it. I can't promise anything, but we will do our best."

The hacker quickly accepted the pad and paper Yunho offered him before turning back to the room, trying to envision what he wanted in there.

He turned to one side, decided that's where his main desk would go. If he could have anything, he wanted to go all out, especially if it meant protecting his team.

"Ok, I'm thinking at least six monitors to start with. More if you guys can spare them. Also, drones. Lots of them. I can keep lookout from high above and cover areas Seonghwa might not be able to see. I would like a bed so I have a place to rest but I can be close by, if that's ok?" He glanced at Yunho.

The taller pursed his lips and looked around the room. "I don't see that being a problem. It would make it handy for you to be here if we need you to look up some information for us. Now, I want you to know, we are probably trusting you the most out of anyone because Hongjoong is planning on giving you full access to our system." His tone grew harsh as he crossed his arms.

Yeosang felt the heat come to his face as he looked down. He hated that judgmental look. "You don't have to keep reminding me. I know what I did was wrong, but I had me reas-"

"Yunho, get back here now." Hongjoong's came from their bracelets.

The pair looked at each other before turning and running down the long hallway they had taken to get here.

Even running it took them over ten minutes to get back to the precinct. They were both out of breath when they got there but kept up the pace of a jog until they saw Hongjoong pacing outside of a room with Jongho, Mingi, and Seonghwa leaning against the wall.

Mingi's eyes watched Hongjoong nervously and Seonghwa looked upset.

"What happened?" Yunho asked, running over to the group and grabbing Hongjoong's shoulders. He scanned his friend quickly and brushed his thumb against some of the scraps on his face.

"It was a trap. It was a fucking trap!" Hongjoong growled, shoving Yunho's hands away.

The taller stepped back as hurt flashed across his face. "What..."

"They had everything planned out." Seonghwa answered as Hongjoong started his pacing again. "I think this was a trap to try and draw the police out. I... I don't think they expected a team like us, because I was able to rattle them a little with my shots. But they had an advance device that disabled all the cameras in the area and even messed with my scopes. I don't think the guns were the actual target."

Yunho paled as he looked back at Hongjoong.

"We did manage to capture one of them." Jongho said softly, cracking his knuckles. "He's in there." He jerked his head at the door across from them. "Hongjoong already tried talking to him, but he isn't giving us any information. He even tried to kill himself before we could get him properly restrained."

Yeosang turned to Seonghwa, hoping he'd have some insight on what was going on. "Do you know him?"

The older shot him a quick glare but shook his head. "No. I don't. But it all puts a bad taste in my mouth." He turned to Hongjoong. "I really think we need to prepare a little more. If the gangs are all working together then we are in way over our heads."

Hongjoong's shoulder's sagged as he leaned against the wall. "I know. That's what scares me the most. And you still won't give me any information?" He glanced at Seonghwa, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"No." Seonghwa snapped before walking away.

Yeosang watched him go, slightly worried about him.

Hongjoong sighed and ran a hand through his blue-black hair. "I messed up..."

"None of us could have predicted this would have happened." Mingi said, taking a step forward. "You showed us the information from your contact. Everything seemed legitimate."

The older looked up at him and his shoulders seemed to relax for a second before he shook his head and started pacing again.

Mingi looked at the ground and returned to his place next to Jongho, who said, "Mingi's right. I think we need to be prepared for one hell of a fight. And we are all still learning. You can't take it out on yourself too much Hongjoong."

"The prisoner isn't going to give us anything?" Yunho asked softly, still keeping his distance from his friend.

"No. He refuses to talk, which is his right of course and we can't force him." Hongjoong glared at the room and sighed again before turning back to Mingi and Jongho. "You guys did really well tonight. Get some rest and we will try to figure out a game plan tomorrow." He turned to walk away and Yunho took up position behind him as he always did.

Yeosang glanced at Jongho and Mingi. Both had defeated looks on their faces. "Was it really that bad?"

"It's hard to say. I think his pride is wounded more than anything. He was expecting things to go smoothly and it didn't." Mingi said, staring at where they cops had vanished around the corner.

"He's right though." Jongho said, clapping Mingi's shoulder. "Let's try to get some sleep and clear our minds."

The three of them slowly made their way to their wing of cells they had been given. Since they had their bracelets, they were kept in an area where their doors could be unlocked and they could come and go freely.

Yeosang stopped outside of Seonghwa's room and knocked gently. The older answered after a few seconds and his hard face seemed to soften a little. "Are you ok?"

"I don't like being surprised." The gunman grumbled before stepping back into his room. "And the thing that gets me is that I could have taken them all down easily." He let out a cold chuckle. "And normally I would have."

Yeosang hummed and moved to sit next to him on his bed. "So why didn't you?"

Seonghwa was quiet for a long moment. "I've done a lot of killing in my life. I'm tired of it. I want to try and change." He rubbed the back of his head. "As crazy as that sounds coming from someone like me. This whole second chance mumbo jumbo must be getting to me."

"I don't think its mumbo jumbo." Yeosang whispered. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be a better person or try to do something to help others."

The older cocked an eyebrow and looked at him, but then he turned away and sighed. "You don't know what I've done."

Silence fell over them again. Yeosang wanted to know what he was talking about, but he knew it wasn't his place. He had his own secrets he wanted to keep.

So instead, he just reached over and too Seonghwa's hand and let the comfortable silence continue.

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Mingi paced in his room for a few minutes before growling and storming out and in the direction of Hongjoong's office.

He didn't like seeing the older so distressed. It did things to him that he didn't fully understand himself.

Was he crazy? He had to be if he was marching to see the chief that had knocked him out for hugging him.

But Mingi couldn't help it.

"Dammit." He grumbled to himself as he made his way through the winding halls. "You're such a fool."

And yet he soon found himself in front of Hongjoong's office. He knocked gently and opened the door.

A small smile crossed his face when he saw Hongjoong sitting at his desk with his face buried in his hands. And Yunho wasn't there anymore.

"Hongjoong?"

The older just groaned into his hands. "I thought I told you to go rest Mingi."

"I wanted to make sure that you were ok."

Hongjoong parted some of his fingers and peeked at Mingi through them. "I'm fine."

"That's a blatant lie." Mingi said with a chuckle. "I know... I know you may not necessarily trust me, but I want you to know you can talk to me. I-If you want to."

"Mingi." Hongjoong said with a warning tone as he covered is face again. Then he sighed and dropped them. "I do trust you. I trust until you give me a reason not to. And I'm ok. Just frustrated."

"You can't dwell on it. We are all going to make mistakes. I've obviously made many, my worst moment getting slammed in the face with a shovel."

The corner of Hongjoong's mouth curled into a smile that he tried to fight. "Yeah I heard about that."

"What can I say? I panicked. I wasn't expecting for the cops to find me."

"Can I ask you something?" Hongjoong stood from his desk and came to stand on the other side of it. He leaned into it and crossed his arms as Mingi sat down in the chair while nodding. "Your jobs. I've always tried to figure out your motives. You've never worked like a regular thief. There were always so many objects that were left behind, and most of the time they were worth more than what you actually stole."

Mingi sighed and ran his hand through his faded read hair. "I'm what I like to call a contract thief. I didn't steal for myself. I stole for others."

Hongjoong's eyebrows rose in surprise and his arms fell to his side.

"And the items I stole were ones that had been stolen from the person who contacted me. I discovered at a young age that I was good at sneaking around and picking locks. My house was robbed when I was a kid. My dad had some gambling debt and a few thugs trashed the place. My mother hid me in the storage closest and I sat there and listened as the men..." Mingi swallowed and looked at the floor. "They raped my mother and forced my dad to watch before killing them both."

"I'm so sorry..." Hongjoong whispered.

"I ended up tracking down some of the possessions they took. Mainly my dad's ring." He held up his hand to show the gold ring he wore on his right ring finger. It was a simple gold band that had 'Song' engraved into it. "It was that day that I wanted to help others work through the same pain I had been through. I know it still wasn't the 'legally right' thing to do. But I believed it was because I was helping others get things back that they had lost."

Mingi glanced up and saw Hongjoong's face soften a little. "And the people you killed?"

"Thugs who tried to harm me when I tried to steal possessions back. I only did it if they attacked me first. You can chose to believe me, or not. But that's the truth."

"I believe you." Hongjoong whispered. "Like I said, I trust until you give me a reason not to." He paused for a moment and bit his lip. "Why did you protect me?"

Mingi's heart started to pound. "I think you know why."

Even though Hongjoong's face turned a little red, he shook his head quickly. "No. Mingi, you need to stop. It can't work." His tone turned harsh as he moved to walk away.

Mingi stood and grabbed his wrist, making sure to grab his right one so he could cover the bracelet. "Why? Why couldn't it work?"

Hongjoong spun around in surprise. "Let go of me, Mingi."

"Why couldn't it work?" He asked again. If Hongjoong gave him a good enough reason then he would stop.

Then his head snapped to the side and his cheek stung. Mingi used his free hand to rub where Hongjoong had slapped him.

The older looked shocked that he had even done that and he opened his mouth. "Mingi, I-"

Mingi yanked him closer and connected their lips in a heated kiss. He placed his hand on the back of Hongjoong's head to keep him in place.

Hongjoong tried to push him away and pull his wrist free, but his attempt was feeble.

Mingi didn't push it too far, just wanting to kiss him. Their lips moved in sync for a moment before be pulled back and smirked at Hongjoong's flushed face. "You didn't give me a reason... So let me give you one. I'm not a bad person, Hongjoong. I've done bad things, but I'm not a bad person. You're already giving me a second chance at freedom, so if you'll give me a full chance, I promise I won't let you down. You're going to need someone watching your back, and I can do that."

Hongjoong blinked several times and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Just think about it. And don't dwell on tonight. We will figure things out." Mingi whispered, pulling Hongjoong's hand to his mouth and kissing it twice before turning to leave.

As he walked back to his room, he couldn't help but smile. He had no idea where this sudden infatuation had come from, but Mingi felt like he might actually stand a chance with Hongjoong now. Maybe, just maybe.