"So," Yoongi asks "in your personal opinion, what do you think we can expect now?"

I've just finished recounting my entire tale, and I have to admit that it is extremely freeing. It's just a step, and a small one at that, but for once I almost feel like I can actually breathe.

"Three days," I reply with grim confidence. "I'd say that we have maybe three days before he discovers where we are."

Looking to the ceiling I sigh, trying to remain calm despite my mounting terror at the prospect. 

"Jacob has never been a patient man," I continue, still staring at the ceiling. "And he's never been this deeply humiliated. He's going to be very angry."

"Angry enough to charge in here without a plan?" He inquires hopefully.

"Maybe," I answer uncertainly. "But I think that he will probably make a personal appearance this time."

Allowing my head to drop to eye level with the man before me, I continue thoughtfully. "Most of the time he has someone else do his dirty work, but in all the years that I have been running from Jacob I've never allowed anyone close to me. He was so angry Yoongi. I think that he'll probably want to execute Tae himself. He's sick like that."

Shuddering, I pull my knees into my chest and will myself to stay calm.

"Well," Yoongi says gently, placing his slenderly fingered hand upon my knee in an awkward attempt to comfort me. "Nobody is going to die. Just trust me, and everything will be alright. I won't let anything happen to you, and especially not to Tae."

His efforts bring a strained smile to my face. Though weak, it is still a smile nonetheless and I feel my spirits lifting as a result.

"So, what's the plan?" I inquire, straightening my spine and gathering my courage.

I've come this far, there isn't any turning back. 

"We wait," he answers simply, devilish smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

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"It's day three, so be on your guard." Yoongi tells us calmly.

The entire Kim family and I have gathered in these final moments to discuss what we can expect. We are all squeezed onto the couch, watching Yoongi who paces before us with determination. The sizable suit that Taehyung and I have been staying in seems tiny when crowded with this many people.

Beside me Tae squeezes my hand, a silent reassurance to steel my obviously scrambled nerves. To the other side Hoseok yawns, ignoring Jungkook who continues to harass his sleepy brother.

"Do you really think he'll come Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin asks, fidgeting with his fingers nervously.

"I don't think, " he replies. "I know. It's only a matter of time. I've been having some of my old colleagues keep an eye on the man, and by all indications he should be on his way right about now."

Jimin visibly pales, swallowing harshly in response.

Namjoon and Jin, who have been silent since arriving, look to each other pointedly. Namjoon is the first to speak, asking the question that must have been shared between them.

"So why is it necessary for all of us to be here?" Namjoon asks.

There is no malice in his voice, it is simply a question. I've never been one to read too deeply into things anyway, so when Namjoon gives me a sheepish look I pay it no mind.

"I mean, no offense, but the rest of us don't really have any sort of valuable skill set that can help in this situation." Namjoon elaborates. "Won't we just be in the way?"

"I don't know Joonie, " Jin replies. "You're destructive capabilities might actually come in handy for a change."

As a result, Namjoon blushes furiously, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Actually, " Yoongi answers. "The reason all of you are here is two-fold. One, it is easier to keep all of us safe this way. And two, no matter how rotten my higher-ups have become, there isn't any way they can sweep seven testimonies away so easily."

Namjoon tilts his head in acceptance of Yoongi's logic.

"Chances are that he will be armed. I can't say as to what kind of weapons he'll be packing though. I'd assume a gun would be too loud, too messy even for someone as rich as he is to cover up." Yoongi adds thoughtfully.

"No, " I speak up. "He won't use guns."

I take a moment, tapping my chin while thinking deeply.

"I think we might even have the upper hand. Holding a hostage while forcing someone to commit suicide is more his style. He's rarely ever killed in such a public place, so his main mode of operation is usually abduction." I reveal. "It'll be harder for him to get away with such tactics with all of us here though. Likely he'll stop by the house and attempt to capture whoever might be there."

"But we're all here, " Jimin replies, curiosity shining in his eyes. "So what now?"

"I've already taken such a thing into account, " Yoongi replies with a smirk. "I've even placed for him the perfect hostage."

We all look at him quizzically, not understanding his statement in the slightest.

But we are not afforded the opportunity to question him before our door is suddenly being thrown open.

Hired mercenaries flood into the room like so many cockroaches, and the last person to enter is Jacob himself. I knew he'd be unable to resist being here this time around, but my satisfaction is short lived.

"Wow, " Yoongi replies cockily, sizing Jacob up with eager eyes. "I guess money really can buy everything."