The humidity created by our lovemaking remains, even long into the next morning.

I awaken slowly, with gluey-eyes and a pleasant ache. Taehyung is still fast asleep. I can't help but smile as I watch him slumbering so peacefully. In this state he looks so peaceful, and so innocent. Hard to believe that this is the same man that drove me so crazy mere hours ago.

With gentle fingers I push his bangs out of his face, lovingly placing a kiss upon his brow. The way that his brow subconsciously furrows in response makes me truly want to laugh.

But there is far too many disconcerting things to think about right this moment, and I am utterly incapable of laughter.

We'd needed to forget. To think only of us, and we had. But now it is time to be alert, and cognizant. I'm certain that Jacob has already realized that I am missing, and it won't be long until he finds us. 

He'll look into our home first. "Our home?" I muse to myself. 

But really, when did it become our home?

Pushing that thought aside for another time, a time in which self-introspection won't get all of the people I care about killed, I push forward through what I know to be fact. 

Though we'd used different names to book our hotel rooms, and even paid in cash, I'm still certain that it is only inevitable that Jacob will come crashing down upon us. We'd chosen a hotel near the one he'd initially imprisoned me in, something that will likely play to our advantage. It will be the last hotel that he checks, of this I am certain.

I won't harbor any intentions of sacrificing myself to save my boys, because such behavior will do nothing but allow the boys to die in vain. There is no other option, Jacob must be stopped. If he isn't then there is nothing anyone could say or do to spare the Kim family from death. The moment I allowed them to care for me, they were doomed. He will kill them, or he will die trying.

My spirit wilts a bit at this realization, combined with the knowledge that I honest don't have any clue what I should do. I can't run anymore, and even if I could I no longer want to, thanks to Taehyung. Of course, I'm not all alone in this. I have people to rely upon now. 

Suddenly, it hits me like a ton of bricks. Yoongi is a cop, but he hasn't always been. In fact, according to Jin, Yoongi was a huge trouble maker back in the day. And although Jin never explicitly said so, I'm willing to bet that Yoongi must have been brilliant in order to get away with half the shit that he has. If anyone can help, Yoongi can.

The sound of the sheets rustling behind me alerts me to Tae's own awakening.

"What are you thinking about so deeply over here?" He asks groggily, rubbing his eyes before resting his chin upon my shoulder.

"Honestly," I tell him, "thinking about my next move."

Sobering nearly instantly, Taehyung wraps his arms around me and pulls me back into bed.

"You're going to be okay, I promise." He tells me softly. "We all will. You'll see."

"I really want to believe that Tae," I reply calmly. "But the truth is that it doesn't matter at this point."

I wait for the inevitable response. The one in which he berates me for thinking in such a manner, and tells me not to give in to despair. I wait for him to tell me that such a statement is tantamount to defeat, and that the good guys will always triumph in the end. I wait with baited breath for him to utter every cliché word of comfort in the book because I know that if Taehyung says it, this time I'll believe it. 

I've come to expect such responses from Tae, who looks at the world and sees such a beautiful place. It really makes me want to see things his way. But what I don't expect are the words that actually come out of his mouth.

"You're right," he tells me quietly. 

There is no sorrow in his voice, no anger, no condemnation. 

"It really doesn't matter," he continues, ignoring the way that my body has tensed in shock. "It doesn't matter because no matter what we are together in this. I love you, and you love me. My brothers and I are doing this because we care about you. No matter the outcome, this is what matters. No matter the outcome, I could never regret loving you."

"I love you too Tae," I whisper, barely controlling the emotions threatening to overcome me. "I really do."

"I know," he tells me cheekily. "But now, don't you have something that you need to do?"

"You're absolutely right," I reply with a small smile. This isn't the end yet, there is still something that I can do. "I think that it's time for me to share everything. Do you think Yoongi is still awake?"

He chuckles in response, smiling against the skin of my neck as he speaks. "Does it really matter?"

And with a chuckle I realize that he's right.