Mrs Jeon's POV-

"How do you know he will?"

I turn my head in Chanyeol's direction.

"He was my husband's best friend."

"Wait, you know him?!" Hoseok asks in shock.

"Yes. I obtained about a dozen pictures of Irene where she had her security around her and in only two of them showed this one man I thought I recognized. He didn't seem to be part of her regularly seen detail and I think these two photos just happened to have caught him on a day when he was out with her.

"At first the pictures were rather grainy so I wasn't certain, I didn't even have a way to confirm that he was Hyuk, but I got some help from a friend to clarify the photos and I am certain it's him.

"I know this man very well and his skill set along with his military connections fits perfectly with how Irene has been able to get ahold of the information she has been able to."

"H-he was friends with your husband?" Jimin asks in a quiet tone.

I move my eyes around the room to fall on each of them as I start my story. "He and my husband were Black Berets. Special Ops Agents in the military that would often get sent on missions and have to work together to gain intel on terrorist groups and organizations that were classified as dangerous and enemies of the country.

"On these missions they would be put in direct contact with dangerous leaders of these groups and be expected to gain their trust to infiltrate their organizations. They would get intel on the groups plans and operations to report back to our government.

"They went on many missions together and had a high success rate. They were rather well known for their contributions to our national security in the military circuit, but Hyuk slipped up on their last mission and they were exposed as spies.

"They were both held captive for months but they ended up escaping together through extraordinary effort. My husband was wounded badly during the escape and Hyuk carried him out. He saved my husbands life. My husband loved him dearly. We both did." I say, feeling the loss wash over me. The loss of my friend and my husband.

"When that terrorist leader found out our names we, he as well as my husband and myself, were given new identities. We became Jeon Jihoon and Jeon Taehee and apparently he became Jung Hyuk.

"We weren't told each other's new identities so the last I'd seen him was nineteen years ago. I was in complete shock when I saw the picture but I am certain it's him."

"What kind of connections do you have that you can find and confirm all of this?" Yoongi asks skeptically.

"My father is a General in the Army. He has security alerts set up to inform him if ever there is a threat to mine or Bunny's safety. Everything about he and I is on a need to know basis.

"Nothing is public record and any information on us is definitely not easily found. I was amazed when they even got ahold of that medical record.

"Everything on us is encrypted and you can only have certain security clearances to find as much as they did, which is another reason I'm certain Hyuk is who I think he is.

"I'm sure he has kept in contact with a few old trusted military colleagues just as I have. What they've found shouldn't be possible for just anyone to do.

"An alert was triggered when Irene started digging into our past. I was relieved to find out it was her doing the digging instead of the man that was after my husband, but she is a threat nonetheless.

"My son was still almost killed. I don't know why he is helping her, but I have to believe it's for a good reason. The man I knew would never help anyone do such awful things."

"None of that guarantees he will help us though. How are you so sure?" Jimin asks.

"I just am." I say in a tone that I hope portrays my absolution.

I can tell none of them are very fond of my answer, but that's all the information I'm going to give them for now. They don't need to know more unless I think it's necessary.

"How do you plan on contacting him?" Taehyung asks looking up at me.

I smile at the question and he smiles back knowingly.

"When are you meeting him?"

"He will be in Busan in three days."

Yoongi's POV-

"You arrogant mother fucker! You really think I would go so far as to have someone killed for you? I've done a lot of things Yoongi but I would never do that. You honestly think..."

I look down at my watch while Irene continues her tantrum. I got back from our meeting downstairs almost two hours ago, she got here about thirty minutes after I arrived.

I did a lot of thinking in our meeting as well as after I got home so when she got here I went right into confronting her about what's happened.

I did exactly what I wanted to do tonight. I listened to what my friends have found as far as evidence to prove that this was indeed not a suicide attempt and instead a murder plot.

A lot of the things they said, the things they pointed out to me that didn't add up, made sense.

They saw things that I was much to blinded to see. Like the suicide note for example.

Kook never calls Taehyung by his full name like it's written in the letter. And he only calls his mother Eomma. And he wrote Yoongi instead of Yooni.

All elements of personalization were missing. The only thing that might have made it passable was the handwriting, but with how much information Irene can get her hands on, matching handwriting seems like an easy feat.

"Honestly I-" I begin to try to stop her whining but she cuts me off.

"No, you know what Yoongi. All I do is help you and I get nothing in return. I get accused of horrendous things I didn't do and no thank yous for the things I do do for you.

"I have kept you away from terrible people and you haven't even thanked me. Do you have any idea the types of people you surround yourself with?

"Like that boy a few years ago, Chanwoo? He was going to use you for money. He was in debt to loan sharks Yoongi. They were sending him threats and they would have used and endangered you to get to him.

"He didn't even like you. That's why he left so easily when I offered to pay his debts. And yes, I offered. I didn't hold him at gunpoint and force him to cash the check. And you remember Suran."

My jaw drops when she mentions Suran and my eyes snap to meet hers as she stands over me while I am sat on the edge of my bed.

"She used your name to get nominations. She used you to help her dying career. Her company negotiated with yours that she would do a feature for you and you would produce a song for her. Well you tell me who got the better end of that deal.

"You got a song for your mixtape and she got nominated for the biggest awards of her career and became relevant again. Because of your hard work.

"That's all people ever want to do to you Yoongi. They see you as weak and take advantage of you. And you allow them to. All I've ever done is help you get stronger."

Her voice begins to soften as she kneels down in front of where I am sat on the bed, looking up at me with her big, shining eyes.

"With every heartbreak you've suffered you have come back stronger and more capable than you were before. With my help, along with your amazing work ethic, you have come so far. It kills me to see people trying to take advantage of your hard work for themselves.

"You are a true success story babe. You have come so far from that shy trainee I met all those years ago. No one should get credit for your work or benefit financially from it but you. You deserve so much more than that."

I'm quiet as I think over what she's said. I'm stunned into silence, but not because I believe a word of what she's said. I'm stunned because it's as if I'm listening to her with new ears. With a clear mind.

I think this is the first time I've ever in real time as she's feeding me lies and bullshit, been able to so clearly hear the manipulation. The way she words things to make herself look like a saint. Like an angel sent down especially for me.

I had an angel and she tried to take him away from me. I know in my heart she did.

"Irene" I say in a deathly calm voice as I look her in the eyes. "I don't need your help. I never did. So get the fuck out of my house."

She narrows her eyes before she raises her hand and slaps me across the cheek before standing up.

I chuckle at the action as I look up at her.

"Are you fucking Taehyung?" She asks with rage filled eyes.

My lips turn up in a smirk and my brow raises at this. "That's really none of your goddamn business." I stand up.

"I know you are. You'll stick your dick in anything that shows you attention. You are a weak, selfish asshole and you wouldn't be anything without me-"

"That's strange. I thought you just said I had 'amazing work ethic.' So much so that others try to profit from it. Which is it babe?" I say in a mocking tone. "Am I a weak, selfish asshole or am I a strong, hard working, award winning success story?"

"I don't need this kind of treatment." She says as angry tears start to stream down her cheeks. She leans down and grabs her suitcase from under the bed. "I'm going to go to Seulgi's. Call me when you've thought about how you treat me."

She cries more of her crocodile tears as she rushes around my room angrily packing. When she finished she stomps to the door. I follow her with my hands in my pockets so I can escort her out.

She reaches for the door handle, turning her head in my direction as she says, "You better have a fantastic fucking apology for me when you come to your senses Min Yoongi."

"I'll send your shit down to the front desk. I'll have them let Seulgi know when you can pick up whatever I haven't burned or broken." I answer back unemotionally.

She looks at me with widened eyes before she sticks her chin out in a scowl and walks out the door. As soon as she crosses through the doorway I slam and lock the door behind her before going back to my room to retrieve my phone and call Taehyung.

*RING**RING**RING*

"Hel-"

"I'm in. Come to my place tomorrow."