Ona's Perspective

"Why are we here?" Mickey asked as we rushed up the steps of the police station in downtown Seoul. Two cops were leading in a girl with raggedy black hair and a skirt that was too short for us being right behind them.

"I wanted to talk with Jackson." I mumbled, basically running up the steps and making Mickey struggle to keep up. I was in a desperate mood to gain more information on any progress Jackson had done, my patience with the whole investigation running thin. I usually was able to wait and see the outcome of things, but for this situation, my adrenaline spiked and I was in dire need to know something new every day. I had asked Jimin about this Office Wang, or Jackson, and he said they used to hang out here and there. I never knew about him, but Jimin seemed to trust him and that was good enough for me.

"Didn't he say he would call? We could be getting food now or blowing off homework and playing video games. Why can't we be normal college students?" Mickey groaned as they finally reached the steel doors.

"Because, he hasn't called in two days and I need answers." I sighed, pulling open the door with much force as the rush to know anything about Taehyung's charges being dropped tumbled in my mind. My heart was like a race car's engine as it beat hard against my rib cage and my breath was in quick little gasps; not from the race to get here but because anything to do with Taehyung's case drove me insane.

Its been a few days since Jungkook's news and I was all over the place since. I couldn't eat, couldn't really sleep as three hours was all I could really get. I missed the last skill evaluation at school, which caused my father to ring my phone and question me. He didn't know what was going on on this side of the fence, and for that, I was thankful. If my father knew anything about this, from me dating Kim Taehyung and him being titled a criminal, he would be infuriated beyond belief. The boys have been somewhat helpful as they tried to take my mind off of the current event. Jimin would take me to get lunch or Jungkook, Jin, and Hoseok would force me to play a game of Mario Kart to keep me distracted. Even with those activities, I was still a mess in my heart and mind.

"You know, patience is the key." Mickey joked as we walked in, almost stumbling into a group of officers that were talking among themselves as they headed out.

"Patience isn't going to get me answers." I said, maybe a little too harshly but I was determined at the moment. The foray of the building smelled of tobacco smoke and sounded of complaints and bored voices. It was like a library filled with people wearing badges and others being handcuffed.

"Ladies need something?" The main officer at the desk asked. His blue shirt was slightly wrinkled, his hair askew in some places as it held shades of caramel and chocolate brown, and his eyes were hidden behind thick rimmed glasses that could have made him the scribe of the place. His badge read 'Mark Tuan.'

"Officer Wang?" I questioned, leaning against the desk, almost like a puppy begging for scraps at the dinner table.

"He has a lot of paperwork. Is there a reason you need to see him now?" He lowered his glasses a bit, scrutinizing our faces. Mickey was too busy looking around to see this man giving us a bored look, but I was on full alert as I was getting antsy. I didn't like to push or demand, so I tried to play it nicely.

"I'm Park Ona. He knows me." I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek as he shook his head and leaned back, folding his arms. Well, he knows my brother, but I needed to get in.

"Officer Wang knows a lot of people. Doesn't mean he has time for them." He cleared his throat, looking down at the papers that were laid on his desk. As I watched him take a sip from his steaming, white mug, I inwardly groaned as I saw him write a word in a few boxes. He was doing a crossword puzzle. Seriously?

"Mr. Tuan," I turned to see Mickey getting closer and she smiled once he looked up at her, clearly annoyed at the new interruption. "This matter is quite urgent. We know where Kim Taehyung is." My eyes bugged out at her statement, as did Mr. Tuan's. He jumped a little in his chair, like an excited guinea pig would and he cleared his throat again, but more like he was preapring himself for a business meeting.

"I'll let Officer Wang know immediately. Also, the head chief." He nodded, puling the black phone on his desk out if its socket.

"Just, Officer Wang," I said, causing him to hesitate for second as he narrowed his eyes at me. "We were told to go to him since he had a special place in this case." I smiled, trying to throw him off the nervous titter of my fingers thumping on his desk. I wasn't great with confrontation or lying for that matter, but since Mickey pulled this stunt, I might as well run with it. Plus, we didn't the head chief to be involved because being interrogated wasn't in my book.

"Just sit over there and I'll message him." He nodded to a set of blue chairs to the left before pressing the numbers he needed. As the both of us turned around, I let out a shaky breath, running two hands through my straight, brown locks as I felt relieved yet also terrified. Being in a police station can make you go through thousands of different emotions. When we sat, we were in silence for a while, just weighing out the good and bad of talking with Jackson. Hopefully, he would tell me something new or just reassure me things were going to plan. I thanked Jimin over a million times for him contacting his old friend. Now, I just needed Jackson to actually pull through.

"You okay?" Mickey asked, placing a hand on my back and rubbing up and down in a comforting way. I gave her a small smile. I was always grateful of her friendship as she was always so sweet yet straight forward, but also cared enough to be understanding. I am still very thankful for Mrs. Choi to have sat us together for the whole year, otherwise, who knew if we would have met or who else would have been my friend.

"Just chipper," I chuckled somewhat bitterly. "Just knowing Taehyung could be banned from South Korea and imprisoned because his father is a psychopath drug dealer who holds grudges makes me so, so chipper." Mickey's lips went in a straight line at my sarcastic and sad comment. I knew she was trying everything she could, along with the boys, to help me feel better and to figure things out. I was forever thankful, but sometimes, I couldn't help the strain that tugged at my weak heart that tried to pull me away from happiness.

"We will deal with this, Ona," She nodded. "Just because things are shitty now doesn't mean they won't get better. Look on the bright side, Jackson and some others are willing to help, Taehyung figured out a plan, and we are all here for you." She smiled at me as I returned one as well. She was right in those aspects. I needed to stop living my life in the negative part and spend time in the positive one.

"Park Ona?" We both looked up to see a man in a button-down white shirt and washed out jean and dark brown hair watching us from a door a little ways down from us. He was very handsome, more than I thought. This must be a drama I am living in. "Officer Wang, or Jackson," He came up to us, a smile appearing his face that could make any girl scream and fall to their knees. Don't worry, I kept that shrill cry deep down. "You're Jimin's sister?"

"Y-Yeah," I put on a nervous grin as Mickey stared, almost like she was in a trance just as much as I was on the inside. "Can we talk in your office or at your desk, whatever you have." I chuckled. He could tell I was nervous as his grin went smaller and his eyes darted all over my face. Before anything could get more awkward, he nodded his head towards the door he came from. We followed him through it, strolling by girls popping pink bubble gum bubbles and guys with either face tattoos or a nervous expression.

This was my first time a police station, so seeing these interesting characters made me clutch on to Mickey's arm. She didn't seem too phased by anything as she kept her head held high and breathing steady. I felt like a victim in one of those crime television shows, awaiting to be counselled or talked to harshly as the cop slammed their hands on the metal table and made me cry. I was overthinking everything maybe a little too much. I was here to have a calm conversation with Jimin's old school friend and hopefully, have news.

"Take a seat." He gestured to two chairs across from an oak desk, the top was covered in paperwork, an old computer, and some nick nacs that were probably meaningful to him. One was a photo encased in a silver frame; him with a huge smile and a girl wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her tanned cheek on his chest. It was a heart warming photograph, but I didn't come here to fawn over things like that. "I know this isn't about Taehyung's whereabouts." He said as he strutted over to his desk chair, plopping down as he leaned forward and steepled his fingers.

"My brother said he contacted you to help remove the charges on Taehyung." I noted. Jackson nodded, sighing a little as he looked around the room, almost as though he was in his own world, trying to discover the reply he wished to give.

"Yes. Jimin told me about Taehyung's case and I know it is false." He shocked me as I heard him speak. So, he wasn't just doing a favor for Jimin, but because he knew it was false. That was something good for me to hear!

"You know Taehyung is innocent?" Mickey pressed, shock also evident in her warm, brown eyes.

"I knew Taehyung a little," He leaned back, relaxing a bit more and brought is hands to rest behind his head. "Trouble-maker, ladies' man," He then glanced on me, making me cough to release the embarrassment in my face. "but drug lord? That boy couldn't handle his own life. I highly doubt he could be leader for a large business that was told to us. I don't know everything, but that, is common sense." He chuckled as if he couldn't believe the rumors Taehyung's father spread and what he told the rest of the force.

My eyes closed in relief as I leaned back as well, my body feeling numb but as though it was in a euphoric and happy state. It was good to hear someone, especially a person in the police force, to say that. These past days was a nightmare that mocked me every time I passed by Taehyung's bed or heard news on the television regarding the whole thing. Yes, it was all over the news. Which, to me, wasn't good as they had Taehyung's photo on the tv. Every day I hoped that he wasn't recognized and Yoongi's contact kept him secret.

"Does anyone else believe it?" I asked, worry again etching my erratic brain.

"My colleagues, Officer Park Jinyoung and Officer Choi Youngjae, do. We all grew up with Jimin and have met Taehyung a few times. They know him to be innocent and harmless. Well, maybe not to himself, but to the people of the public? Fairly neutral." He smiled. It was comfort I felt in that moment, as if a wave of hope washed over me. It was good to know it wasn't our small group that knew him to be innocent.

"Were you able to influence anyone else? I'm sorry, I just have to know." I said, my voice more confident now that I knew there could be hope that Taehyung's bounty might be stomped out like a flame that burned for too long.

"Some are feeling more inclined to agree with us, but this other officer, Officer Lim Changkyun, is trying to start a whole thing. A man that's been on the force shorter than me and yet he seems to have more of an upper hand," Jackson looked annoyed at this officer's name, as if it was vile and deserved to be wiped off the face of the earth. "He keeps insinuating that Taehyung and his list of allies are playing us as fools. That the innocent act of his is exactly that--an act. I must say, and I hate doing so, but his persuasion is one for the history books." Jackson shook his head as he leaned closer to his computer, typing some random words in and stared engrossed as if it was so interesting.

"That would mean us," Mickey furrowed her brows. "We're his friends."

"Don't worry," He looked over at the both us. "No one knows your relations with him. They do know about Jimin though," He looked over at me, a sorrowful look in his hauntingly, beautiful almost black eyes. "I don't know if they know you're his sister, but it won't take long for them to find out. They plan on questioning everyone in your group of friends."

"What?" I got worried more all of a sudden, a pain hitting me straight in the gut as if a swarm of bees pierced me with their stingers.

"Obviously, I know you guys don't know where Taehyung is, which makes things better for you guys," He ruffled his hair with a free hand; causes Mickey to stare in fixed adoration. I elbowed her arm, causing her to also clear her throat and look around everywhere but Officer Wang. "But, with his photo flying every where and people now getting a good amount of time to get familiar with his face, I don't think they will need your information in order to have him turned in."

"This is insane." I whined, placing my head in my hands. Its like I stumbled into a world that had only bad dreams and darkness; no happiness or luck. I never thought I would be put into position that required a missing boyfriend and a bounty that hung over his head like a visible halo, but was placed there by devil horns.

"Is there anything we can do?" Mickey asked, feeling hopeless just like me. I could tell on her face she seemed tired and upset as well. She grew to be great friends with everyone. She loved hanging out with the boys as they teased each other or fought over the remote. She was just as worried.

"Hang tight," Jackson shrugged. "Right now, I need to figure out the next move with my two officers. If I am able to get the head chief alone, away from Officer Lim's hands, I could make him see reason. It won't be easy as Officer Lim has been at hip with him since this whole thing started."

My mind wracked with multiple ideas and concepts that could either help the situation or turn it into a big flop. I was so drained, like a vampire at sucked away my energy and made me just an empty vessel. I couldn't even deny the dark spots under my eyes from the lack of sleep or the way I could care less about my classes. There was too much to do in so little time.

"What about Taehyung's father?" Mickey spoke. I saw her casting glances my way.

"Mr. Kim? What about him?" Jackson asked her, tilting his head.

"I heard he's quite the friendly face here. We know he was the one to set the charge on Taehyung. He's the true leader of the whole thing!" Mickey raised her voice, but I grabbed her arm to quiet her down. Who knew who was listening even with a door and walls around us. This place was infested with cameras and I wasn't sure if Jackson's office held any. I didn't want that risk.

"Without factual proof, it's a dead end," Jackson looked like he wanted to agree with her, but I knew he didn't want to sound crazy to his colleagues and boss without actual evidence. "Taehyung's dad is very powerful and rich. He helps around here sometimes and it shows him as an idol. I already knew something was wrong about him, but going off on a tangent without something to back me up, isn't smart."

"What about Byun Baekhyun?" Mickey offered again. I looked at her. How did she know his last name and would even think about suggesting him? "He's a business man with connections. He has people that work for Mr. Kim and it could be useful information." She grinned as if she accomplished the world's biggest mission. To be fair, I forgot all about it as I remembered Namjoon saying something of the sort.

"Byun Baekhyun isn't a stranger here," Jackson said. "We do know about his business and how he runs things," He stared at her a little harder this time, causing Mickey to turn away again as if she was a child that was scolded and put into time out. Silence swarmed us, everyone's brains working over time. Jackson let out a loud sigh as he shrugged. "But it wouldn't be hard to try. I'll message him through email since he doesn't see a phone as a priority." I remembered Taehyung always complaining about that. That just made me miss him more.

"Thank you." I whispered, feeling grateful of his help. Jackson gave me a reassuring smile. We talked some more, trying to see if we could come up with anything else that could be used. It was another thirty minutes before Mickey and I bowed our heads in thankfulness and we left back to the apartment.

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Taehyung's Perspective

"I feel absolutely ridiculous." I groaned, folding the cuff of the suit Yoongi's girl got me. I stared at myself in the dusty restaurant mirror; the stripes on the suit a white on top of a royal blue. She had this "great" idea to meet with my father's old mentor, but to dress nicely. I could care less if I was wearing a stained shirt, two different shoes, or even rainbow hair. I have never met this guy at all, but apprently she was able to trace him. I was now questioning everything about Yoongi and this girl as well.

"You look ridiculous, too," She jested as she watched me from the table next to the dirty bathroom. While I had to dress like some undercover James Bond, she was pleasantly relaxed in her velvet skirt and falling knee highs. I fought her on getting dressed up as well, but she only threatened to send me to cops if I got her into a dress. Knowing how unpredictable she can be, I didn't want to push it, but sighed and went along with her plan to fetch me a suit and to put myself int it. "You need to seem serious."

"I am serious. A suit doesn't make the situation more so." I rolled my eyes as she pointed at my hair, basically telling me to fix it. I ruffled it a bit, smoothing down the stray hairs that decided to stand weirdly. I pulled on the neck a bit before buttoning the tux. I haven't seen myself in one of these since a formal party my parents had back in the day. I never liked suits; they were either too tight, stuffy, or just really itchy. This one was probably the best I have worn, but I still preferred the comfort of a beanie and large shirt.

"A suit means business," She grinned, hopping off the table and looking at me from head to toe. "Plus, no one can resist a guy in a suit." She grinned, as she played flirted. I moved around her, my heavy foot falls slamming around the empty space. I hated being here. Sleeping in a rubber booth with her running out to get us noodles in a cup every once in a while wasn't how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. My mind went back to Ona again; her sweet smile, her laughter, the way she would hide her face behind her hands as I said something romantically cheesy. It's been a week since I have seen her. A full week. God, it felt like an eternity. It reminded me of when she wanted time away from me, before we were together. It was hard then, but that was before I fell in love with her. Now, I was a trainwreck inside.

"Suit or not, we might not even get what we want," I looked through the cracks of the boarded up windows, seeing some homeless people pass by with trolleys and even some with dirty dogs strapped to the handles. "Life isn't that easy."

"Maybe not," She nodded, coming around to be in front of me. "But with a little persuasion and the batting of eyelashes, a lot can happen." She grinned, batting her lashes at me like she said. I couldn't help but chuckle at her childishness. How she was going to win Yoongi over was beyond me. Late at night, I would ask her questions about their "friendship". All I got was that they worked with each other and they met at her cousin's wedding. Besides that, it was still drawn as a blank.

"You're going to need more than eyelashes to win over a man that worked in a business like this. You'll need to be cunning, stubborn, and somewhat of an asshole." I whipped out my phone to see if anyone messaged me, but all I saw was the picture of me and Ona, smiling happily at the lens. Our cheeks pressed together, her cheeks blushing madly. I sighed as I stuffed it back into my pocket.

"See? I knew you had what it takes!" She patted my shoulder, earning a glare from me.

As we got set, she motioned for me to wear the black face mask I had the night we met each other. I nodded as I pulled it over my mouth, my warm breath not even level with the heat in my chest. I wasn't ready to face someone my father learned from. He could be even worse or maybe he could be useful. I never set eyes on him before, so what to expect wasn't clear.

She was able to hail a taxi that just happened to be in the dark neighborhood. As we clambered in, she told him an address that even I wasn't familiar with. When I asked her how she knew where this guy was, she only gave me vague answers of 'I know everything' and 'Conacts' with a shrug. She was very reserved when it came to information. Now I see how Yoongi kept her around. She was honestly the female version of him, whether he cared to agree or not.

It was around thirty minutes before the taxi stopped in front of a large building with so many stories you'd have to strain your neck to see the top. She threw some money at the driver, causing him to curse at her as it hit his head. She only climbed out with me, not even caring, a smile on her face as she tugged up her black knee highs for the hundredth time.

"Are you sure this is the place?" I asked her, refolding my cuffs again in a nervous habit. It wasn't every day I talked with leaders of drug deals and other illegal activities.

"Yes. I never get things wrong when it comes to this. I heard this is where he stays." She didn't even hesitate as she strolled forward, having me need to keep a fast pace with her. Even though she was small, she was quicker than even the fastest bird.

As we walked in, the silence was the most stressful thing so far. Natural light spilled in, creating a golden glow through the place as a young woman at a desk typed away; her make-upless face concentrated as her eyes bore straight into the computer.

Yoongi's girl went right up, folding her hands on the counter top, placing her chin on them and smiled a little as I stood behind her, fidgeting like a child on tons of candy. The place looked legit, as if it was owned by some higher power. Two crystal chandeliers hung over head, flashing off on the walls like a disco ball. To my left was a small sitting area with sleek, white chairs and a wooden coffee table while on my right led to a lengthy hall that had rooms upon rooms possibly holding dangerous people.

"May I help you?" The woman asked. Her voice was deeper than I expected and her eyes stared at the both of us like we were lost. Well, I wouldn't doubt it. Two young people that are dressed in a suit and knee highs, you've got to question.

"Appointment with the big cheese. Under the name Byun Baekhyun." She grinned. My eyes narrowed at her after hearing my cousin's name leave her smirking lips. How did she know my cousin? I did mention him when I thought he employed her, but I felt like that isn't how she knew the name. How many spies or employees does Baekhyun have? Was Yoongi one too?

"Mr. Baekhyun?" The woman, her name tag reading 'Sujeong' asked, her eyes studying my face.

"I hear Mr. Kang doesn't like to be kept waiting. Especially when it comes to this partner," She pointed a finger back at me. "I would let him know immediately."

"Right," Sujeong nodded, using her phone to make our presence known to this Mr. Kang. We didn't hear a reply but with how she nodded at the response, it looked like we were in. "He'll see you now. 27th floor." She gave us a shy smile as we both nodded at her. Just like that, we both walked down the long hall that connected to an elevator at the end. She was practically skipping next to me, making me raise an eyebrow at her.

"Byun Baekhyun? How do you know him?" I asked her.

"Eyes, Taehyung. I am the eyes of this operation. I met him at a party and we became great friends. And no, I don't work for him. I know you're thinking that." She smiled at me, humming a low melody.

"Is he how you found my father's mentor?" I couldn't help as more questions formed in my mind. She had that influence as once questions get answers, more questions to create. She was a walking mystery that yearned for a boy that was exactly the same.

"Can we focus on the task at hand?" She groaned after pressing the button for the elevator many times, finally opening. I remained quiet the ride up to the 27th floor, staring idly at my regular sneakers as I tried to gain my composure. This was would be a perfect time to have Ona beside me. I could use her encouraging words and lovely smile. That's my motivation. Knowing that once this was all over, I could return to that; hold her in my arms, smell her strawberry fragrance I adored, and just be content. Thinking of her was what got me through this whole week.

It didn't take us long to exit the elevator and to walk down the hall until we saw a door with just the name 'Kang" inscribed on the metal plate. This was the moment. I was going to be meeting the man that started it all, that taught my father, that had power beyond belief. I didn't know if he was going to be cruel, evil, or even somewhat nice.

"Go ahead." She smiled at me, motioning for me to knock.

"You're not coming with? What about the whole 'batting of the eyes' thing?" I joked, seeing her with a ghost of a smile as she cleared her throat, shrugging.

"I never said that I would be the one to do it." She giggled as I sighed angrily at her. She stood to the side as I knocked. Not long after, a muffled reply came from behind the heavy door, making my breath catch in my throat. I would be lying if I didn't say my heart raced so fast that it could explode. What was I supposed to say? What was to come of me at the end of the conversation...or worse, at the beginning?

I shook my head to rid myself of the negative thoughts before entering the office, almost gasping at the huge size. The walls were pure window as it overlooked the twinkling city of Seoul, the room was black and white from ceiling to floors. It was pristine as if no one even dared lay a stained on in it. A single desk sat in the middle, a man hunched over as he inspected something on his desk. Light brown hair hung over his face as if he never saw the glint of a barber's scissor's as it also looked like someone ran their hands through the locks multiple times. I gulped as I watched him; no sound nor movement from his side. Was the noise heard not real? Is he dead?

"Don't just stand there. Sit down." The voice was lighter than I thought, almost friendly. It was enough to get my ass in the seat across from his. My feet danced on the floor, my hands tapping against the fabric of my suit. It was an eerie silence for me. God, I wish Yoongi's spy came with me.

"Welcome to the world of business," He looked up flashing blazing brown eyes at me, hiding under a fluff of brunette locks and an amused smile that was almost like a sour expression. "Mr. Kim Taehyung."

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Hi! I hope you haven't forgotten about me and my story <.< But yes! Daesung is our mentor here! I never said Taehyung's father was younger than his mentor. I love Daesung so much and I found he fit this role I was making! I have been dying to have him in this story for so long and finally! It's here!

I don't know if this was a filler chapter or not, but I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you liked it and trust me, it gets better! I love you all and thank you so much for surpassing 40,000 reads! That's insane! I love you all!