Bzz!

Namjoon looked down at his phone again, sighing when it was just another text.

"Yoongi?" Hoseok asked, not looking up from the paper he was reading as he sipped the coffee.

"No, it's...no one." Namjoon looked around. "Look, I know this is a super important night and all and saving Jimin is our utmost priority, but..."

Hoseok looked up. "What? You got a hot date or something?"

"Yeah," Namjoon said blatantly.

Hoseok blinked. "Oh."

Namjoon sighed. "Look, do you mind if I step out for just an hour or so? It'll take awhile for I.T. to get here and set up anyways. And if something happens I'll race back. Taehyung would come too, even as mad as he is. I'm sorry, you know I would die for Jimin but this is really important."

Hoseok nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess. Um, I'll call you then?"

"Thanks!" Namjoon raced out of the room.

Hoseok watched him go, a confused look still on his face. "Okay, uh, I'll just...stay here then..."

-

"Seokjin!" Yoongi roared, crashing down the stairs. He didn't even notice when he nearly tripped, too enraged to care. He had tunnel vision and only focused on one thing- killing Kim Seokjin.

He burst back into the foyer of the house, but Seokjin was nowhere to be seen.

"Kim fucking Seokjin!" Yoongi screamed, turning in a circle as he searched for the criminal mastermind. "Get out here, you fucking piece of shit coward! Let me kill you!"

He ran to the door and kicked it open, running into the night.

He whipped his head up and down the sidewalk, and saw a figure leaning against a lamppost, lighting up a cigarette.

Yoongi sprinted towards him, fist raised and ready to punch the man, but Seokjin just held up the familiar small device.

Yoongi forced himself to screech to a stop, breathing heavily in anger. He wanted to tear the man apart, but he couldn't afford to be put under right now.

"Wow, not only did you run to me instead of Jimin, but you hauled ass." Seokjin threw his head back laughing. "Aww, I didn't know I meant so much to you, baby!"

"You cheating, vile, disgusting monster." Yoongi spat, his fists shaking at his sides.

"Didn't your mommy ever teach you that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all?" Seokjin dropped the untouched cigarette and crushed it under his heel. He straightened up and faced the pissed off agent. "Well, I win. Again. Looks like I won't be turning myself in or letting Jimin go." His dark eyes narrowed as he sneered. "And I will break you."

Yoongi was beyond the point of talking, and he lunged at the beautiful man.

Seokjin was surprised that Yoongi would still try to attack him after threatening to put him to sleep with the device, and didn't have time to defend himself as the two crashed to the sidewalk.

"Ah!" Seokjin laughed, barely holding Yoongi back from ripping his throat out. "You're really pissed at me, huh? Haha, cute!"

Yoongi snarled, attacking the man with all the force he could muster. Jimin's heartbroken voice rang in his ears. The devastated, confused and fearful expression on the small mans face, after Yoongi had left him twice in one day.

Jimin didn't deserve that, and it was all Seokjin's fault.

"I'll fucking kill you." Yoongi snapped, his eyes wild with rage.

Seokjin just laughed.

"You don't have time for that." The man chuckled. "Not when your best friend is in danger."

Yoongi glared. "If you hurt Namjoon I won't hesitate to tear you apart with my bare hands."

Seokjin took advantage of Yoongi's 'too angry to focus' state to push the smaller man off of him, standing up and brushing the dirt off his clothes. "Tick tock, Yoongi." His eyes glittered dangerously under the streetlight. "You couldn't save Jungkook, are you really about to lose Jimin and Namjoon on the same night?"

"What the hell did you do?!" Yoongi scrambled to his feet, eyes blazing.

"Nothing you can't stop, if you hurry." Seokjin said ominously, walking back in the shadows. "Tick tock, baby..."

Yoongi was forced to let the criminal slip through his fingers once again, and he threw his head back, screaming into the night.

He quickly dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing Namjoon.

"Yoongi?" Namjoon sounded surprised. "The hell- you never call!"

"Where are you?" Yoongi demanded, running back down the street to his house, so he could get his car.

He could hear sounds on Namjoon's end; people talking, silverware clinking, laughter.

"A diner, why? What's up?"

"I know you're at a diner! Which one! Text me the address, right now!" Yoongi demanded. "Don't move, don't speak to anyone and don't do anything!"

"What? Yoo-"

Yoongi hung up, focusing all his energy on running faster.

Jimin would be okay, it was Namjoon who was in danger now.

-

"Tae?"

Hoseok paced in the room, biting his nail as he looked over the papers spread out over the large table. Without his members here with him, the room looked so vast and empty.

"What." Taehyung answered on the last ring, obviously not happy.

"I know you're still pissed at Yoongi, but can you come back in and help me?" Hoseok pleaded into the phone.

"Where's Namjoon?"

"Left."

Taehyung sighed. "I'm only coming back to help Jimin, before Yoongi gets him killed too."

"Thank you." Hoseok decided to keep the peace by not arguing with the agent.

"And, Hobi."

"Yeah?"

"If you want to stay alive, you'll quit too."

-

Yoongi smashed his car window open with his elbow, not even feeling the shards of glass cut into his skin.

There was no time to unlock his front door to run in and search for his keys. He reached through the broken window and pressed the unlock button and opened the door, sliding into the seat

He dug into the secret compartment he had sewed in to the ceiling of his car for occasions exactly like this, pulling out a duplicate key. Jamming it in the ignition, he twisted the key and the car roared to life, headlights shining.

Yoongi threw the car into reverse, peeling down his driveway. His heart was pounding, and it never did that.

God, please, not Namjoon...

He couldn't lose the person closest to him into his world, especially not to Seokjin and especially not after their last encounter had been a fight.

Anyone but Namjoon...

-

Taehyung looked down at the phone call he had missed as he had been driving back to Hoseok.

It was unknown number and he swiped it away, pocketing the device as he entered the conference room.

Hoseok was amid a sea of papers, all the files and information they had on Seokjin.

"Tae!" Hoseok looked relieved. "I'm so glad you came back!"

"I'm out of here as soon as Yoongi comes back." Taehyung warned him, taking up a seat. "Now, did you discover anything new?"

"Namjoon and I concluded Seokjin had to be staying somewhere close by, and we narrowed down the list of possible renters and buyers to find out where he's at." Hoseok summarized. "Then Namjoon had to leave, and you know Yoongi's always off doing his own thing."

"Classic." Taehyung muttered, scooting his chair over. "Anyways, got that list? I'll take a look at it and see if I can narrow it down more."

Hoseok handed it to him. "I.T. is also looking into Yoongi's computer to get some more information about him, since we think Seokjin based every move he makes off of Yoongi. It might only be a theory but-"

"Hey, I'm always down for invading Yoongi's privacy. Let me know if they find anything good." Taehyung scanned down the list.

Hoseok sighed, but stood and hurried to Yoongi's office, where a nerdy looking intern was clicking around Yoongi's computer.

"Crack the password yet?" Hoseok asked, walking over.

"Yeah, finally." The boy snorted, pushing his glasses up. "His password was over four thousand characters long! I mean I get you need security when you work at the FBI, but that's overkill. It's like he's hiding something."

Hoseok shooed him away, taking the seat in front of the monitor. "Okay, thanks kid. See ya later."

The kid pouted, but packed up his things and stalked out the door.

Hoseok rummaged through some files on the home screen, but they were just reviews of old cases. A lot of more recent ones were locked, but they didn't seem interesting anyways.

Yoongi didn't have any pictures saved to his computer, or even anything bookmarked. If Hoseok didn't know better, he wouldn't have guessed this was even Yoongi's computer.

And then, nearly an hour later, he stumbled upon a file that had been carefully hidden under layers and layers of boring, data filled file decoys.

It was labelled, Dear Team, and had been created five years ago.

Hoseok frowned, clicking on it.

It was password protected and he groaned.

If Yoongi's computer had been locked with a four thousand character password, there was no way Hoseok would be able to guess the password for this file.

He sat back, thinking about everything Namjoon had told him about Yoongi.

"Yoongi is private. He doesn't want to let anyone in. For the first year I knew him, he never even told me if his hair was naturally brown or black until I finally snooped and found the empty hair dye boxes in his trash. He acts like he doesn't care because it's a defense mechanism. But he does care. He just never shows it, and sometimes I think he doesn't know how to show it. Last year, he randomly told me 'It's so much easier to type the things you can't say, like I love you.' That was the first time I ever heard him say those words, after knowing him for so long. As for his family, I know he has a mom and a dad, because otherwise he wouldn't exist. I don't know if he has a brother or sister, or even a pet. He chose this path because injustice and serial killers sicken him, and he wants to rid the world of people like that. I don't even know of he has a middle name, and I'm his best friend."

Hoseok sighed, putting his head in his face.

That was almost no info at all!

How the hell was he supposed to-

"Oh my God," He sat upright suddenly, eyes wide.

No...it couldn't really be...

He quickly typed in his guess.

And the file unlocked.

-

"Who was that?" The handsome man across the table from Namjoon chuckled.

Namjoon looked at his phone for a moment longer, still confused. "Uh, just a friend. He..." He shook his head. "Doesn't matter." He set his phone down on the table and turned his attention back to his date, smiling at him. "So, you were saying?"

The man smiled back. "Nothing important. I would rather talk about you, gorgeous."

Namjoon flushed, giggling to himself. "There's nothing interesting about me. I'm just a basic elementary school teacher. You're an agent! That's so cool! So, do you like, have a gun and stuff?" He gushed.

The man laughed again. "I do, but not on me. But I don't need one to kill someone."

"Whoaaa," Namjoon's eyes glittered. "But that's such a dangerous job! What if you get hurt?" He reached across the table and grabbed the mans hand, setting it on top of the table. "Like this! Did this happen during hand to hand combat fighting a terrorist?!" He pointed to the bandaid on the mans inner arm.

The man grinned. "Actually, I donated blood."

"Aww, Sam, you're just the greatest," Namjoon cooed. "Tell me more, please! Who do you work for? You said he was a very powerful man!"

Sam retracted his hand. "Yes. He is. I don't want to talk about him in public, or to you. You're too sweet to hear about my job."

Namjoon pouted. "But it's so interesting! Who is he? The president? Some secret higher president that no one knows exists?"

"You've probably never heard of him," Sam shrugged. "He works mostly in the shadows."

"Try me," Namjoon grinned.

"He's been called Moriarty by some, and lot crueler names by others. But his real name, and the name he prefers is Kim Seokjin."

-

Taehyung shot up in his seat suddenly.

He gripped the paper tightly in his hands, rereading the second to last entry a million times.

He jumped up, racing down the hallway and bursting into Yoongi's office, where Hoseok was reading a document.

"This one," he pointed, shoving the paper into the mans face.

Hoseok blinked, trying read the small print when it was so close to him. "What?"

"This one. This is him. It's Seokjin." Taehyung insisted.

"How do you know?" Hoseok jumped up.

"This address was just bought two weeks ago, and it's right next to Diana Seawells house." Taehyung explained seriously. "I remember her address, and it explains how Seokjin was watching everyone that day. How he knew when to blow up her house. He was right fucking there!"

"Okay, okay, that's all circumstantial though," Hoseok reminded him. "We won't be able to get a warrant with that as our only evidence."

"There's more," Taehyung said. "The name."

"Jim K. Okensi?" Hoseok read.

"It's an anagram." Taehyung grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing all the letters down, but in a different order, spelling out a different name.

Kim Seokjin.

Hoseok stared. "Fuck. Let's go."

-

Jimin hung his head, having long since run out of tears.

He had given up trying to break free, and just let the ropes hold him to the chair.

What was the point, anyways?

Seokjin already won.

Yoongi had run to him.

And not Jimin.

It had hurt more than enough the first time Yoongi had left him, he really didn't need this slap in the face too.

"Yoongi..." the boy whimpered. "Couldn't you see I was trying to save you? Why did you choose him? He's only going to break you..."

-

Hoseok sped down the street, the sirens above their black sedan blaring.

He risked a glance to Taehyung who sat beside him in the passenger seat. "Has anyone picked up yet?"

Taehyung, his face lit up with the light from his phone screen, shook his head. "Neither Yoongi or Namjoon are answering."

Hoseok swore and slammed the gas pedal to the floor.

Taehyung was about to speak again, but then his screen lit up with another call from that unknown number.

He debated answering it, but decided not to in case Yoongi or Namjoon called him back.

He declined the call and swiped it away.

Hoseok screeched to a stop in front of the house next to Diana's and they quickly climbed out, drawing their guns.

Hoseok led the way, peeking through the dark windows. It was clear.

He kicked the door down and the two barged inside, guns brandished out in front of them.

"Jimin?" Hoseok called. "Yoongi?"

Taehyung checked out the kitchen while Hoseok hurried up the stairs, looking up and down the staircase.

It was clear and he walked quickly down the hall, checking all the broken open doors that led to empty rooms, before he finally saw the light on at the end of the hall.

"Taehyung!" He called, hurrying to it with his gun held out in front of him. "Here!"

He burst into the room and froze just like Yoongi did.

Taehyung came racing up the stairs and joined him a moment later. He stopped as well, his eyes widening.

"Fuck..."

Jimin raised his head at the voices, still blindfolded. "H-Hobi? Tae?"

"Don't move Jimin." Hoseok whispered, holstering his gun and walking slowly, carefully into the room.

Jimin froze instantly. "Why? What is it?"

Taehyung followed behind him, his hands held out carefully. "Don't worry, we'll get you out of here. Just hold still and don't panic."

Jimin tensed. The fact he couldn't see what was having them so on edge was killing him.

Hoseok stepped up to Jimin and laid a hand on the boys thigh comfortingly, letting the boy know he was right there.

"I'm going to remove the blindfold now," Hoseok told him softly. "Are you ready?"

Jimin was more than ready, but he forced himself to stay still as fingers worked on the knot behind his head, and then the fabric fluttered to the floor.

Jimin blinked a few times, getting used to the new lighting.

He was surprised to see he was in a bedroom.

"What-" He tried to look behind him but Hoseok grabbed his head and forced him to stay looking straight ahead.

"No, don't turn around." He ordered gently. "Just let us get you out of here."

Jimin frowned, wanting to see what Taehyung was cursing at behind him but decided to listen to the older agent.

Hoseok worked quickly on the ropes, but Jimin saw how his eyes nervously darted up to something on the wall behind him every few seconds.

Finally, he was free and both boys grabbed Jimin, pulling him out of the room.

As they pushed him out, Jimin turned around, his blood turning cold when he saw what had been behind him the whole time.

A message written in blood on the wall read: Yoongi- leave Jimin and run to me or I'll kill him. Which him, do you ask? Up to you- leave Jimin and I'll spare Namjoon. Save Jimin and I'll kill Namjoon. Your choice, baby

A camera was set up in the corner of the ceiling, facing the chair. Beside it, a loaded crossbow was pointed, swiveling to follow the movements of the retreating boys.

There was a TV on a small table behind the chair Jimin had been tied to. It's image was in black and white, but Jimin clearly saw Namjoon sitting in a booth at a restaurant, across from a guy who was holding a gun at him under the table.

-

Namjoon cocked his head, blinking. "Who?"

Sam chuckled. "Told you. Order some dessert baby, then let's head back to your place."

Namjoon picked up the menu, but his eyes weren't scanning the items listed. He glanced up, casting a calculating look at the man who busy checking his phone, his own face also serious.

Everything was going smoothly, but then Yoongi had called.

Yoongi never called.

Ever.

Obviously, something was terribly wrong. You didn't have to be a genius to piece that together.

But Namjoon couldn't get distracted- he was finally getting so close to cracking one of Seokjin's men. All the info he could get from this guy would immensely benefit their case, and could possibly even lead to Seokjin's downfall.

As he eyed the man, he couldn't believe Seokjin had ever recruited him.

He had loose lips, and the way he held himself was definitely not the way a real agent would. He should know. Sam was too casual, too laid back. What did Seokjin see in him?

Something didn't feel right with the real agent's instincts, and he frowned. Had he missed something? Overlooked a detail somewhere?

As he racked his brain for an answer to his unease, Sam suddenly sat upright.

"Hey, let's skip dessert and just head out." The man suggested.

"Aw, but I want cake." Namjoon pouted at him.

"We'll get that next time, baby." The man assured him. "Come on, we can have more fun somewhere else."

"Why do you want to leave so suddenly?" Namjoon cocked his head, feigning innocent ignorance.

His question was answered when a gunshot suddenly went off.

-

"I know that diner!" Jimin said, climbing into the backseat and leaning forward to talk to Hoseok and Taehyung. "It's right down 125th avenue! Take a right up here!"

Hoseok obeyed, the sedan turning on two wheels as it careened around the curve.

-

Over the sound of shattering glass and the sound of people screaming, Namjoon heard one voice ring out, louder than everything else.

"Get the fuck away from him!" Yoongi shouted, keeping his gun brandished out, stalking closer to the table.

"Yoongi?"

Namjoon slid out of his seat, and as soon as he turned his back, an arm suddenly wrapped around his neck, pulling him tight against a body.

"Well, it's about time you showed up!" Sam laughed, pressing the barrel of his gun to Namjoon's temple.

Namjoon winced as the pressure around his neck increased, slightly choking him. He grabbed Sam's arm, trying to yank it away, but the gun pressing harder to his head made him still.

"Let him go." Yoongi narrowed his eyes, not slowing his pace.

"Freeze, or I'll fucking shoot him!" Sam shouted.

Yoongi kept his pace up, his eyes glaring fire. "You'll be dead before your finger even pulls that trigger."

Sam just smirked. "Want to see who's faster?"

And then a gun went off and Namjoon's world exploded.