Taehyung's Perspective

As I sat by myself in the interrogation room, eyes pondering over the bleak brick walls and the mirror that we all know isn't a mirror, I couldn't help but question why I saw Ona here in the police station. To be honest, I was more than happy, my heart had basically skipped over 50 beats when I saw her brown eyes staring back at me. But I didn't want her seeing me like that, cuffed and looking like a criminal. I just hoped she would stay away until this was all over.

I almost jumped out of my skin as the creaking from the metal door being opened was loud. Jackson and Daesung waltzed in, a ghost of a smile on the cons face to make up for the smug glint in his eyes that were covered.

I had many questions as to what went down outside of the room, but I kept my mouth shut as they sat down at the table with me. It also made me wonder where B went.

"Tae, it's good to see you," Jackson said to me. All I did was nod, not sure how to approach the matter. "Daesung has filled me in on your plan."

I furrowed my brow as I glanced over at the man in the suit, but he kept his face straightforward. "I don't think I understand." I said. Truly, I didn't.

"Well," Jackson chuckled. leaning back and glancing at me. "I know you're innocent. I don't need a psychic to tell me that. Plus, Ona and your friends have been here to see me and have made sure to prove you don't have a part in any of this." I almost wanted to scream with happiness at the thought of my friends wanting to help me. It made me miss them more than words can describe. Then my mind went back to Ona's appearance and I questioned it once more.

"That's the best news I could hear," I nodded. "But...I don't think it would help much."

"Correct," Daesung finally chimed in and he pulled out a toothpick from his jacket pocket, unwrapped it and placed it in between his teeth. He chewed on it. "A bunch of young kids pressing the police would just make things more worse, no matter how touching it is. We need to do dirty work. We need to push back at Mr. Kim."

As Daesung said that, I glanced up at the cameras in the room and to the fake mirror on the side of us. Jackson must have seen me watching them as he chuckled and waved his hand. "Don't worry. I have my team that we can trust keeping all of this information in. We wouldn't want the corrupted cops to stop us," He then cleared his throat and moved forward to lean against the table, his eyes set more serious. "Your father is a very powerful man and it will take everything we got to bring him down. A few little pleading words aren't going to do it. Daesung and I were talking in the back room and it has been decided that we need to place a mole."

I knew he wasn't talking of the fuzzy, weird looking creatures that dug holes in the ground. He wanted to shove someone into the dark world my father operated. If I remembered correctly, my father was always talking to random men in dark suits, some looking very dangerous and I once heard him talking on the phone about 'taking extra precautions' and something else that sounded like a Dr. Evil plan from Austin Powers. He wouldn't just keep things easily accessible.

"That won't be easy." I said.

"Well, darling, we aren't stupid," Daesung laughed, leaning his head back in amusement, his hair slipping a bit off his forehead to show the darkest of eyes. "I ran that place before his old ass claimed my throne." He sighed.

"Yeah, but since then, he's updated. He fired people that were loyal to you and changed everything. It won't be the same. He will make sure no one from the past disrupts his business and that everything goes his way." I didn't know much about my father's business, well, enough to know some of the people or things that went down.

"Then our mole needs to be someone he doesn't know, is a great actor and manipulator, and can do the job without being caught." Jackson decided and I shook my head as the plan was already slipping through our hands like grains of sand.

"Luckily, I think we have that one person," As Daesung said this, I looked toward him. "That beautiful creature you brought with us. That girl is the epitome of fierce. Just by knowing her for less than a day, she has already lied her way through, talked with such intelligence, and seems to be a reliable source. Plus, her loyalty to that guy of hers runs deeper than blood. I would place my bet on that pretty head of hers."

I didn't think of B for that situation, but as Daesung brought up her qualities, it seemed as though she was made for such a rogue-like job. But I didn't want anyone doing my dirty work for me, to place their necks on line for my sake. This was my father, my problem. It didn't feel right to have everyone else come up with these plans, to do everything while I sat with my ass in a chair and looked dumb. It didn't feel right.

"No," I said, which made them look over at me. "It's my problem. She shouldn't have to do that or feel like she needs to."

The two looked at each other for a little while before Jackson turned to me and smiled a little. "It isn't just you, Taehyung. It's my job and my fellow co-workers' jobs to make sure innocence doesn't get run over by the evil this town has to offer. I would do this for anyone and I'm sure your friend would do the same," He looked down, as if mulling over his next few words. "But we will ask her and if she says no, we'll find someone else or think of a different plan...agreed?"

I nodded,. liking the idea for B to have an escape option. She was close with Yoongi and he had her hide me away, so I trusted her. But even if she was fierce and flawless with her lies and quick wit, it didn't mean she wouldn't be eaten alive by the people that worked under my father. They were criminals and while she may have her own track record, theirs was longer by miles.

"Sounds good." I nodded and that made the both of them loosen up. Jackson left the room to go and find B and bring her in.

"This is going to go well, Taehyung," Daesung said, grabbing into his inside pocket to pull out a carton of cigarettes, the box being brand new and waiting to be used. As he unboxed them, pulling one out, he chuckled. "You'll be out of your father's grasp before the end of the week and I will reclaim everything stolen from me."

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Ona's Perspective

A few officers asked if I needed help with anything, curious about the girl who just stood there, biting her nails in nervousness and eyes that watched every figure that came from the door to the left. I couldn't even imagine what Jimin and Jin were thinking as I ran off, but when I saw Taehyung, I didn't even think. I needed to see him, to know how he was, to just lay eyes upon his handsome face.

I closed my eyes as I let out a desperate sigh, my hands running up and down my face as I tried to calm my rapid heartbeat. I felt like I ran a marathon from the way I was facing the unexpected adrenaline, but it was almost as if it was natural. With Taehyung nearby, it tended to act up and made me feel out of breath.

"We need to speak to you." I opened my eyes, expecting to have someone needing me, but as I turned around I saw the familiar face of Jackson talking to a girl with flowing dark hair, almost black ochre but chocolaty and her legs were clothed in thin, black knee high socks. I saw Jackson follow the path other officers that held onto Taehyung took, so I wondered what was happening. If Taehyung was under arrest or if they were planning something else. Jackson knew Taehyung was innocent, so I expected him to have something up his sleeves.

"It's about time." The girl shook her head, walking away from Jackson to go to the door that Taehyung had went through earlier. As Jackson turned to follow her, his eyes met mine and they widened slightly. I could tell he was surprised by my presence and I watched him make his way to me, purpose in his strong walk, I froze.

"Ona, what the hell?" He whispered, his hand placing itself on my shoulder.

"I saw Taehyung. What's happening?" I didn't even want to beat around the bush or lie about why I'm here. If I could trust anyone, it was Jackson and I needed him to cooperate and tell me anything he can spill.

"Don't worry about it. I'm going to settle things." He tried to push me towards the building's front door, but I resisted as best I could which made him stop and give me pleading eyes.

"Can I see him?" I asked, my voice sounding all of a sudden small, like a child needing to be reassured. Jackson sighed, looking down as he struggled with what to say. "Please. I haven't seen him in almost three months. I just need to know he's okay. I beg you." I would have begged on my hands and knees if need be to get this opportunity. This was my chance to see him, to capture every last it of him before something else happens that drove us apart and I can't do anything. Taehyung was the best thing that happened to me and knowing he could be kicked out of the country or anything just as bad, terrified me.

I could feel my phone in my pocket buzz, probably Jimin or Jin trying to contact me and drag me back. I'm shocked they didn't follow me, but after how I've been, I knew they wanted to give me space. Today was the only time they really got me out of the corner of my couch.

Jackson had been standing there, deciphering on whether or not to keep me away or allow me inside. I almost demanded him to allow me with a strong voice, but then I felt his hand clasp mine and dragged me through the door that held the room of Kim Taehyung.

As we came through the door, a hallway presented itself to us, multiple doors leading to various rooms. The lights were dimmed like from your favorite horror movies, giving the building a more spooky vibe and I almost expected the twins from The Shining to appear at the end in their blue dresses and identical fashioned hair.

It didn't take long for Jackson to pull me into a room that was a bit darker with computers lining the wall in the back, their blue lights the only source of real brightness in here. Two other officers stood their, one with hair darker than midnight in a comma bang hairstyle while the others was more bowl shaped. They gave Jackson questioning glances but he shook his head and lead me to a window that peered into a brightly lit room. I blinked a bit to adjust my vision and noticed the girl from the room, a man with a bowl shaped cut of hair as well but a more auburn color and in a dark suit, and...Taehyung.

I rushed closer to the window, my mouth agape and my eyes travelling over how his eyes looked tired and his face a little thinner, but not by much. He was looking down at his cuffed hands while the other two spoke. I knew he couldn't see me. If I remembered correctly from tv programs, there was always a one way mirror in rooms like this. I could only see him.

"You can stay here while I talk to them." Jackson said to me as he made his way to the door.

"Am I able to speak to him after?" I asked, making him turn his back.

"We'll see." He then left, moments later appearing in the room ahead of me and sitting next to the girl with the knee highs. Taehyung lifted his head up, his eyes watching Jackson as if he was a perfect God that would deliver him all of his wishes on a silver platter.

"If I am going to do this," The girl spoke up, straightening her back and making her eyes search every mans' face that was in the room. "I want something in return." At that, Taehyung rolled his eyes, but the man next to him chuckled like she was a comedian.

"And that is?" Jackson asked, turning to face her.

"You clear all of my employer's past charges." She noted.

"What the hell has Yoongi done?" Taehyung spoke up, making my knees weak after not hearing the deep vocals in such a long time. But what also caught my attention was Yoongi's name being brought up. This must be his contact -- the one taking care of Taehyung. I did hear her voice once but that was a while ago.

"None of your concern." She smirked a little but I saw Jackson nod in agreement. "I also want guaranteed protection after this. People might be after me once they figure out I'm spying on them. I need that reassurance."

"That's fine." Jackson sighed.

"And lastly, I want that abandoned restaurant building in Myeong-dong. The one off of the street of apartment buildings that are being renovated. If you can't find it, I'll show you." She crossed her arms, making her requests final.

"We can't just give you a building." Jackson was already looking fed up with her, but he was keeping himself together with the wringing of his hands and how his left leg moved up and down in a jittery fashion.

"Then it looks like we have to find someone else, but I would be the best for the job." She shrugged.

Jackson was about seconds away from exploding, the way his lips went into a thin line said it all but before he could erupt into a rage, the man in the suit cleared his throat and pointed at her. "I will buy you that building and you can use it for whatever you want, my dear. I don't mind spending a few grand in order for this to work."

I didn't even know what they were planning but I was eternally grateful for this man's determination. It also seemed to be appreciated by the girl as well as she smiled, turning her head to Jackson and nodded, probably agreeing to whatever plan they conjured up in this small amount of time.

"Then it's settled. You'll get your rewards once the job is done and Mr. Kim is officially in our custody, nothing before." He then lightly hit the table in confirmation. Everyone else seemed hyped up for the plan, even Taehyung whose eyes became more bright.

I felt my phone vibrate once more, making me take one more glance inside the room before I pulled it out and saw a few texts from Jimin asking me why I ran off and if I needed him. I smiled at his caring words. I didn't want him to worry much longer, so I sent him a quick text, letting him know I just had a small freak out. It didn't take him long to text back and wanting to come to me, but I held him back with the 'I need space' text which made him stop the conversation there. I felt bad I wasn't telling him about Taehyung's current situation, but if Jackson was hesitant on letting me in, then allowing anyone else to know about this would make Jackson upset. I felt like he might find out sooner or later through the news anyway.

"Are you okay?" I looked up to see one of the officers in the room, his nametag reading 'Jinyoung', looking over at me.

"Yeah." I nodded, pocketing my phone. I noticed the girl and Jackson were gone, leaving Taehyung and the man in the suit alone. They were having a hushed conversation that I didn't care too much about.

It didn't take long for the door to our room to open up and reveal Jackson once more, a clearer look in his eyes and the frown that painted his face to be de-stressed. One nod from him and the other two officers cleared out, taking with them a few papers that had scattered the table behind me.

"What's happening?" I asked him, pulling back some hair that shifted across my face.

"We're going to bring down his father. I won't say the details just in case, but it should work." He told me and I nodded, feeling my happiness bubble up inside me, under all of the desperation and sadness that controlled me these last few months.

"Can I see him?" I asked him, hoping he will notice my distress. I didn't want to push my chances, but knowing Taehyung was an arm's length away from me and I could see every detail of him in front of me, it killed me that I couldn't actually speak with him.

Jackson seemed to be struggling a lot with his thoughts today and I felt terrible that I gave him that feeling.

It seemed to work though as he gestured his head for me to follow him and I swear I almost sprinted to the door that would lead to Taehyung's room. I could feel pins and needles course through my body in excitement, already feel his hair brush against the side of my head and how his hands would grip me in the warmest of embraces. This was a moment that I was dying for ever since he never came home that first day, the day I found out he bought our special house, and all of the times the boys would mention they were going to do everything they can to bring him back.

Jackson told me to wait outside the door for a second as he got the other man out. It didn't take long for the man to ease his way past the door, giving me a smug little smile, his eyes running up and down my figure, but not in a disgusting way, just one of pure interest.

"He'll be happy." Was the only thing he said before walking down the dimmed hallway and out the door.

Jackson soon came back, lightly closing the door and looking down at me. "I uncuffed him for the time being. I don't know how long I can give you, but I'll keep this room under guard for as long as I can." I nodded, giving him an appreciative smile as I grasped the door handle and opened it slowly, feeling my heart basically try to break through my chest. It was a moment that I felt like would never happen again, but now it was real.

As soon as I closed the door, my fingers removing themselves, I heard the loud scrap of the metal chair, heavy running footfalls, and the attack of a tight hug, so familiar. I almost fell if it wasn't for Taehyung's strong arms and perfect balance keeping me upright.

I let out a crying gasp as my arms wound their way around his neck, bringing him as close as possible. He smelled of a different cologne, but I still reveled in it. I could feels his lips press against the hollow of my neck, over and over again his lips dotted my flesh and I could feel the goosebumps rise over my body from his loving touches. Tears poured from my closed eyes, dripping down my chin and possibly onto his shirt, but I could care less. He was here, I was holding him and him to me.

I was soon pushed back against the door I came through, Taehyung's body pressed closed to mine and leaving no space. I was in a dream, yeah, that was it. This couldn't be happening. I would be a blushing mess and shaking from such contact. But instead I was just wanting him closer and threading my fingers through his soft, brown locks in an admiring way. It was as if my shy self was pressed below that confidence I kept locked away. I was relishing in the closeness of our bodies, the heat from his encasing mine and how his lips coated my neck. It was paradise.

"Ona," His deep voice mumbled and I almost died as my name came from him. "I've missed you so much." His voice wavered and I could tell he was an emotional wreck as well. I almost whined from how he moved back, but it was so he could look at me. His eyes were glassy, but held back tears. His full lips were in a loving smile. He was still so close, his nose barely inches from mine. His hands moved themselves up to cup my face, thumbs caressing the flesh of my cheeks and I soft sob left my mouth as I felt the gesture.

I didn't know what to say as cries wanted to just leave my body, cries of relief. Taehyung's brown eyes studied my face, leaving my lips last to hold his gaze. He didn't even stop himself or ask if it was okay as he pressed his lips down to mine, capturing every sob that wracked through my body as his lips moved against mine, mine responding to his in the same fervid manner as his. We were both so frenzied in the way that we kissed, almost as if trying to grasp the other's last breath.

My hands tugged lightly on his shirt, his moving from my cheeks to the slant of my hips and digging his fingers into them, making me want more. I almost forgot how intoxicating he was and how everything about him gave me life. He was the reason of my happiness, my confidence, my glow in the dark, my breath of life. He gave me a way out of my shell of comfort, gave me a more open minded sight to the world. Living without him was the hardest thing I had to do and being with him here and now, gave me more strength than comforting words.

Taehyung gave me one final deep kiss, making it slow and meaningful, before pulling back, both of our breathing ragged. He pressed his forehead against mine, our noses nudging. I soon felt his thumb come up and brush the tears that escaped from my eyes.

"I've waited too long to do that." He said and I let out a pathetic laugh.

"Even now, you're still cheesy." I said and that caused a smile to appear on his face. It was a smile I desperately needed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice in a whisper. His eyes stared into mine, searching for anything and I sighed.

"I was with Jin and Jimin across the way at the cafe. I saw you going up the steps. Taehyung, I needed to see you. I wanted to know what was happening. I needed to make sure you were okay" I didn't know what he thought about that, but it was the truth.

Taehyung kissed my nose before he spoke. "I'm okay," He nodded. "We have a plan and once it's done, I'll come back to you."

"And go to our house that you graciously bought without my consent?" I saw his smile turn into a smirk, a playful glint in his eyes as I spoke of our house.

"I know you cried when you saw my little note," He smirked bigger when I rolled my eyes. "But yes, that's what I have on my mind. Go there and play house with you," Taehyung then leaned forward and kissed me lightly, almost as if I was made of glass or porcelain. I was feeling light headed from hos slowly each kiss was and I knew that if he continued, I would be a slave to every single one of them. When he pulled back again, his smile was gone and his eyes were shut. "You have no idea how sorry I am. You shouldn't be going through this, not you or the guys."

"Taehyung--" I tried but he spoke over me.

"I will make sure my father pays for it all. I won't let him go to prison without a beating from me." His voice was hard and his jaw set as he thought about the scenario of talking to his father. His face strained and I brought my hand from his neck to his cheek, immediately feeling his muscle soften from my touch and smiled a little at that. "He just makes me so angry. The wounds he gave me just keep getting deeper and deeper anytime I think of him like broken glass that I can't reverse," A single tear falls from his closed eyes and I saw the hurt cascade over his face. "It hurts everyday and I feel bad because you are the one to be punished in my stead. You're so delicate and fragile and I'm so sorry, Ona."

It was so poetic yet so heart-breaking the way he said these words that another set of fresh tears fell from my own eyes. "You could write a song with those words," I sadly teased and he let out a sob-like laugh. "You don't need to apologize to me. Your dad is the reason we are all like this. Don't be sorry because you're related to him. I blame him, not you."

It was in that moment he hugged me closer, his face burying itself in my neck. It hurt me to know Taehyung was in this deep, dark depression that was caused by his father. I wanted nothing more than to just snap my fingers and make everything disappear. All the sadness. All the heart ache. It was a never ending roller coaster that made us sick every time.

A knock from behind us came from the door. We moved away as it began to open, still holding each other. Jackson poked his head around the door, a solemn expression in his eyes as he saw us, but was covered up by a more professional look.

"I gave you as much time as I could. They're requesting Taehyung to be put in a cell." I hated that word and wanted to fight against it, but Taehyung seemed more lenient towards it. I nodded, wiping tears away with the back of my hand as I looked up at Taehyung.

He gave me a sad smile, bringing up my hand to kiss, so tenderly. I needed more. I reached up and pulled his face to me, not even caring Jackson was watching. Taehyung kissed back with such a passionate press of his lips and I knew I wouldn't be feeling them for a little longer.

After a few seconds, we moved away. Jackson clasped handcuffs back around Taehyung's wrists, making my boyfriend wince from the harshness of the metal against flesh. I wanted to rip them off, but I held back.

I followed them back out into the hallway, down the corridor and through the door that led to the lobby with people milling around like it was the busiest day of the year. Probably was as they now have Taehyung, "lord of a drug cartel", now in their grasp. As Jackson led Taehyung away, he looked back at me, a look of love and helplessness in his brown iris' before they disappeared behind the corner.

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oh hi. hello. yes i am still here. i hope you liked the little reunion. life has been dark recently but i promise i am still writing and plan to finish this. thank you for all of the support and adding this story to your lists <3 love you!