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Escape The Drift

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Laying in the dully lit room, Jimin stared at the ceiling thinking about his long day. He worked for a top notch modeling agency by a mysterious name that he didn’t even know. In fact, he could honestly care less. He didn’t like working through this company, but it paid him well enough and that’s all that really mattered. Jimin spent many restless nights in this darkened room thinking about what he was put through in one day. His boss, Ravi, was a forceful man who wanted everyone to work to the bone no matter what. Although he pushed everyone to their breaking point, he had a soft spot for Jimin. He couldn’t tell if it was because he was young and hard working or if it had something to do with Ravi having a fetish for young baby faced men. Jimin had always picked the latter, but one day hoped for it to be the former. Most of the time Jimin wouldn’t even be looking at his ceiling. He spent a majority of his time looking at Ravi’s face, the mattress, or even the back of his eyelids as he screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Jimin sighed, rolling off the bed. He wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight and he would rather walk around than spend a restless night on his back.

He moved silently through the warehouse where Ravi and all the models lived. Ravi thought it would be better to keep everyone together so he could “keep an eye on his loveies.” Whatever that meant. Jimin liked the night air that came from the south side of the roof. It hit his face just right and washed away the pain of the day. If he wasn’t so short on money, he wouldn’t be here. He could be free to fulfill his dream as a dance instructor. But it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon when most of his paycheck went Ravi. “What are you doing up? It’s getting late.” Jimin turned to the voice that called out to him. It was Soonyoung. He was one of the younger members in the agency. He was more of a backup since he was terrified of Ravi and didn’t want anything to do with the older. Soonyoung had bleach blonde hair that almost looked white, large dark brown eyes that shrank when he smiled, a rounded face, and pale skin. He was slim, far smaller than Jimin had ever imagined. He sometimes wondered if Soonyoung ate at all.

“Yeah, I know. I just needed some fresh air.” That was an understatement. What Jimin really needed was to get out of here. He wanted to go far away from the modeling industry, the city, and Ravi. Most of all Ravi. He was tired of having to please the older in more ways than one. He hated having to sleep with the man, not just in his bed. He hated having to act that he was happy being around Ravi as if they were friends. But most of all he hated having to look at all the other models cower in fear of their boss. He despised what Ravi had done to these poor men, pulling them in off the streets and treating them like fodder, only to act like he had done them a huge favor. Ravi was like the devil, a ruiner of lives and creator of fear. And yet, Jimin didn’t know what he would without him. Jimin knew what had happened to the others, they had been ripped from their normal lives at a young age and there was no going back, but his story was different. Ravi did save Jimin from something horrible and made himself better than he had been. The older had given him a place to sleep, work and eat. He couldn’t thank Ravi anymore, but that didn’t mean he had to appreciate everything he did, because Jimin didn’t.

“Do you know what we’re doing tomorrow? Ravi didn’t say anything.” Jimin shook his head, turning away from Soonyoung. He couldn’t even imagine what Ravi wanted them to do now. All he had heard was they were being moved to a new warehouse and he needed to keep quiet about the rest. Jimin had wanted to tell Soonyoung, his closest friend in the agency, but he couldn’t. Ravi would sure found out about this little interaction and he didn’t want to be punished.

“Nope. No clue. Ravi can be pretty secretive when he wants too.” Jimin heard Soonyoung sigh.

“I just figured since you’re his favorite that you would know something.” Jimin flinched at the word favorite. The other boys knew about the extra attention Ravi had given him, but he was not fond of it. They knew that as well. It only hurt him when Soonyoung brought it up. “Sorry, I forgot.” The younger responded, almost as if he read Jimin’s mind. He turned back to look at Soonyoung.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He tried to move the subject to something else. “Hey, do wanna sleep in the common room, we can watch that movie you’ve been dying to see.” Soonyoung’s eyes lit up.

“Really? You’re gonna watch ‘In The Light’ with me.” Jimin nodded, glad his distraction had worked. Ravi had told him something big was happening, but he didn’t want the others to find out about it. He told Jimin to keep it under wraps so the younger boys wouldn’t freak out. Jimin knew how to keep secrets. He just didn’t like too.

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Jimin waited for Soonyoung to fall asleep before turning the TV down. The younger didn’t even make it half way through the movie. His eyelids betrayed him and he curled up next to Jimin on the folding mattress. He smiled down at the younger. If he was to ever get out of here, he definitely wouldn’t leave without taking Soonyoung with him. He pulled the covers up over both of them and sunk down to sleep.

“Hyung. Hyung!” Jimin’s eyes flashed open, only to be blinded by the harsh lighting of the common room. “Something’s happening. Look!” Jimin sat up to see what Soonyoung was going on about. Jimin blinked quickly to make sure he wasn’t mistaken. Men dressed in all black were carrying out box after box of things. The only thing Jimin could think about was the photo in his room.

“Soonyoung go to your room. Grab your personal item before they can get to it.” The younger’s eyes went wide.
“Why? What’s going on?” Jimin shook his head. He actually had no idea what was happening, but it couldn’t be good.

“I-I don’t know. Just go. And meet me in the dinning rom.” Jimin quickly got up and ran to his room. These men had better not of touched his photo. It was the only thing keeping him sane in this mad house. He pushed past all the burly men into his room. They were shoving his things into boxes, not bothering to pay attention to what was in their hands. They were emotionless and careless. They obviously had somewhere else to be.
Jimin rushed to his dresser, yanking the drawer open. It was empty except a single photo of his family and a small metal bracelet won from a claw machine. He carefully folded the picture up and placed it in his pocket. He slipped the bracelet onto his wrist. He could never part with either item. They kept him alive. Jimin had his personal items and now he had to make sure the others did too.

Jimin checked on every model, even the new ones who didn’t have much on them. He was known as the Mama Bear of the agency. He was always taking care of the others before himself. As he was walking to the dining room to meet Soonyoung he passed by a room he had only been in once in his entire time here. It was a small room the models had named the Punisher. Ravi forced them there when they had done something “BAD.” The Punisher was cold, dark, and cramped. It must’ve been a closet before Ravi decided to throw “BAD” models into it. Jimin leaned into the room instantly feeling the change in temperature. “Hello?” He called out, not expecting an answer. Normally the Punisher door would be closed if anyone was placed inside.

“Who’s there? Hyung?” Jimin could recognize that voice anywhere. It belonged to the smallest boy he had ever meet, BamBam. Jimin had never known the boy to cower behind anything. He was probably the bravest model in the agency, even standing up to Ravi ending him up in the Punisher more times than Jimin could count.

“Yeah, it’s Jimin. What happened?” He crouched down in the doorway, looking at BamBam . The younger was curled in the corner of the Punisher, rubbing his hands against his arms in panic.

“Those men… Hyung, they… They tried to touch me. One of them… He said dirty things about my body.” Jimin frowned. He didn’t know who these men were or what they were doing, but he wasn’t going to stand for this. Anyone who tried to mess with the others was messing with Mama Bear and that was bad.

“Come with me Bam. I’m getting to the bottom of this.”

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Jimin held onto BamBam’s hand as they walked to the dining room. The men were gathered in the room after it, staring in at the models. Before he set foot in the room, Soonyoung called out to him. “Hyung!” Jimin smiled at him, glad the younger was okay.

“Did you get your stuff?” Jimin looked over Soonyoung, answering his own question. The lack of the star necklace meant he hadn’t gotten it. Soonyoung shook his head, frowning.

“No, those men took it. They said I couldn’t have it back unless I did something naughty.” Jimin rolled his eyes. He was getting tired of this. He released BamBam’s hand and pushed him toward the table. He was going to handle this in the best way he knew how. He wouldn’t let anything happen to the boys.

“Alright. Everyone have a seat. Jiwoo, get breakfast ready. We got to make sure we all get something to eat before Ravi gets back. We don’t want to make him upset now do we.” There was a chorus of no’s as the boys took their seats at the large dining table. Jimin turned to Soonyoung who took a seat closest to him. He leaned down to whisper into the younger’s ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll get your necklace back.” Soonyoung smiled up at him, a silent thank you. Jimin looked up at the others. They were staring at him, waiting. They wanted to know what he was thinking and how he was going to fix whatever was going on. “Eat well everyone!” He said, departing into the other room with the mysterious men.

Jimin slid the door to the dining room closed before facing the men. He placed his hands on his hips, giving them the Hawk glare, as BamBam liked to call it. “Oh, look at this pretty boy. Do you think we can have some fun with him?” One of the men spoke, stepping forward to try and touch him.

“YAH!” Jimin yelled, causing the man to step back. “What do you think you’re doing? Harassing underage boys. Didn’t your mother ever teach anything about that? I don’t think she would like having a son doing illegal things to young boys. If I was your mother I wouldn’t even say I had a son. A son? No, I didn’t give birth to something like that. How disgraceful.” Another one of the men tried to speak up, but Jimin kept going. “Can you even call yourself a man? You’re more like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. If you can even call yourself a wolf. You are more like cod or even something that I wouldn’t even be able to name.” He held out his hand as he continued. “The star necklace you stole. Give.” One of the shorter men reached into his pocket for the article but was stopped by the first man Jimin spoke to.

“Why should we listen to him. He’s just some whore.” Jimin scoffed. It wasn’t the first time he had heard that. Many people on the outside thought the agency was nothing more than a human trafficking ring, seeing as how many of the models didn’t last more than a few weeks and were shipped out to who knows where. Jimin tried to portect his good name as much as possible. He was one of the longest lasting models and he wasn’t going to have that squandered with these kinds of comments.

“And that just makes you a pedophile. The boy you tried to touch is barely seventeen and the boy you stole from is only eighteen. If you don’t give the star back, I’ll have to report you.” Jimin smirked. He wasn’t above calling the police on strangers. He didn’t care that calls were not supoosed to be made to the outside from the warehouse. He would do anything to protect the models.

“Men, I think you should listen to him. He isn’t too fond of outsiders messing with his family.” A new voiced entered the room. Jimin resisted the urge to shudder at the chilling sound of it. All the men bowed upon seeing Ravi. Jimin stood in place waiting for the older to move toward him. Ravi wrapped his arm around Jimin’s waist, pulling him into the older. Jimin reached up to give Ravi a quick kiss, knowing the older would want these men to see who they were dealing with. “I’m so glad that you could stop by and meet my precious love. Men, this is Jimin. He’s the one you will be working with on this project. I suggest you listen to him well or things can get messy.” Ravi turned to look at Jimin. “What are the boys doing?” Jimin looked up at Ravi. He still couldn’t believe that he could be stunned by the man’s looks. Ravi was tall with dark brown eyes he covered with piercing blue contacts, red hair that was fading to an off orange, high cheek bones, and full lips that were all most always set in a slight smirk.

“Eating.” Jimin answered simply. Ravi nodded, moving away from the younger slightly, still keeping his hand pressed against Jimin’s hip.

“Good. Keep them nourished. I have to leave for a few days, so keep everyone in line. These men are helping us move. If they try to pull something call me imeadately and I’ll deal with it.” Ravi turned to all the men still standing. “Don’t put a hand on Jimin or the other boys. I will find out about it and it will not be pretty for you. Got it?” The men bowed quickly, not finding their voices to answer. Jimin smirked at this. At least he wasn’t the only one scared of Ravi. “Okay, love. Take care of yourself and the others. Be good. And think of this as your vacation. There aren’t going to be any shoots while I’m away. I’ll see you in a few days.” Ravi kissed the boy on the forehead before leaving the room. Jimin turned back to the men with a smirk. He held his hand out and without a word the star necklace ended up in his grasp.

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“Hyung, you got it back!” Jimin nodded, smiling.

“Of course. I had to get it back for you.” Jimin turned to the other models. They were stuffing their faces with whatever Jiwoo had made. They didn’t ever get the chance to eat like this when Ravi was around. They ate the small meals he provided and tried not to complain as their stomachs growled at each other the rest of the day. “Okay, everyone listen up. Ravi is going away for a few days. We’re going to be on our own. That means no shoots, no Punisher, and more free time.” The boys all cheered in unison. Ravi being gone only happened once in a blue moon and they were lucky if it was more than just a day. “But I’m employing a buddy system. We have some uninvited guests and I’m not taking any chances. Three to a room, don’t stay in the common room alone, take someone to the restroom with you to stand guard, and lock your doors before bed. Report to me any strange behavior from the men. Alright, get cleaned up. It’s time to be respectable hosts and introduce ourselves.

“Fighting!” The boys yelled. Jimin felt relieved when all the models cheered. It meant they all trusted him with everything they had. It meant they were truly a family.

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“Since we are going to be living in the same facility for a while I figured it would be nice to introduce ourselves and set some ground rules.” Jimin had everyone line up in the common room to start the introductions. The boys were out numbered. It was nine to thirteen and those weren’t good odds. “I’m Jimin.” He bowed respectfully at the men. Even though they had terrible personalities, but he still knew how to respect his olders. “We’ll start from youngest and move up.” He pointed to where Chaseok was standing. The youngest boy bowed before speaking.

“I’m Chaseok. Nice to meet you.”

“Hello, I’m Jung Su and this is my brother Hyun Su.” Those boys were twins. Jung Su did most of the talking while Hyun Su did most of the action. They usually brought in the most money for cutesy twin things.

“Minjee.”

“Daehun.”

“I’m Jiwoo! Hello!” Jimin rolled his eyes. Jiwoo was always like that. Super exciteable when he didn’t have to be. Jimin watched as BamBam bowed slowly to the men. He could tell the younger was still nervous to be around them. One of the men yelled out at the moment.

“Whoa, look at him. I wonder what he would look like under…” Jimin cut the man off.

“YAH!" He was not going to have this. The models were his top priority. He pointed at the man. “You. What’s your name?” The man frowned.

“Why does that ma…” Jimin interrupted him. He didn’t have time for this. He had things to do.

“What’s. Your. Name?” He growled out. Jimin saw some of the men flinch. They wouldn’t want to get on his bad side.

“Simon.” Jimin stared at the him, a blank expression on his face. He turned back to look at BamBam. The younger was shaking with fear, but tried to keep a brave face.

“Chaseok take Bam to my room.” Jimin moved closer to BamBam. The younger gulped, swallowing down a hug lump in his throat. “It’s alright. I’ll take care of it.” BamBam nodded, walking away from the group. Chaseok followed after him, whispering something in his ear along the way. Jimin turned back to the men. “Simon, I expect a full apology to BamBam or I will report back to Ravi.” Simon gulped, sitting back in his chair. Jimin smirked, turning back to the models. He nodded at Soonyoung to continue. The younger bowed.

“I’m Soonyoung. Please take care of us.” Jimin smiled slightly. Soonyoung was the most respectful out of the nine. Always addressing his elders with the correct title even if they didn’t deserve it.

“Now that you know us, I’d like to show you boys around.” Jimin nodded at the models.

“Hyung fighting!” A chorus rang out as five boys ran from the room, leaving Soonyoung behind. The younger would rather be near Jimin than be somewhere in the warehouse hiding away.

“We’re going to show the second floor first. That’s where you’ll be staying. Follow us.”

Soonyoung followed closely behind Jimin. He did not trust these men one bit, especially Simon. He had been staring at Jimin and BamBam with lust, no more like hunger, since he had gotten here. He didn’t like it at all. Jimin had always been the one protecting them; from the outside, the Punisher, and Ravi. He didn’t have to, but did it anyway. Even though Ravi took a liking to Jimin, he still had to fight to survive. He had been close to being “EXSPELLED” a few times. That wouldn’t have been good for him or the other models. Soonyoung would try to be there for Jimin while these strange men were living in their home. It was his time to protect his hyung.

“There’s a kitchen and two sets of bathrooms on this floor. The only dining room is on the first floor.” Jimin explained to the men, walking down the long wide hallway. “On this half are three room bedrooms, one is a master bedroom that belongs to Ravi. It can not be used under any circumstances. On the other half are seven more rooms, that means some of you will have to double up. On top of that there are some rules set up by Ravi that you must follow. Soonyoung would you like to explain, I have to check on BamBam.” The younger nodded. He wasn’t going to be scared off by some strange men. Soonyoung watched Jimin rush down the stairs before turning back to the men.

“Okay, there are some rules that Ravi gives us, that I’m going to give to you. Plus some new ones that are just for you guys. So, no going into Ravi’s room ever, dining hours only last till nine, lights out at eleven, and the air must be run all the time.” One of the men snorted.

“What are we twelve? Lights out at eleven, you have got to be joking?” Soonyoung shook his head.

“Nope. Ravi says sleeping is the best way to maintain youth. But there is more y’know. These rules are just for you. There is no entrance to the dining room after eleven, no use of the common room after ten, there is no access to model rooms during the day or night, and you can’t leave the building unless requested by Ravi.”

“So we’re stuck here with a bunch of prostitutes? This must be a joke.” Another man spoke up. Soonyoung shook his head.

“We’re not prostitutes, sir. We’re models.” He opened his mouth to continue but Jimin’s voice at the bottom of the stairs stopped him.

“Soonyoung, lunch has been started. We want some of your famous beef steak.” Soonyoung smiled brightly. He bowed to the group.

“It’s time for lunch. You can come down to the dining room when you are ready.” He ran around the men to the stairs. He was glad Jimin had saved him from that with only a few words. He was really grateful.

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All the models sat down in their respectful places, making room for the thirteen men to sit down. It was a tight fit, but they would have to make it work. “Alright, everyone eat up.” Jimin didn’t even sit down to eat with everyone. He wasn’t going too, he had other things to do.

“You’re not eating hyung?” Jiwoo asked, looking up at Jimin. He shook his head.

“No, I’ll eat later. I have to go make a call to Ravi. Eat well.” All the models looked at Jimin as he left the dining area. He had never felt them on their own before. This was strange.

“Do you have any idea what Jimin is going to do?” BamBam whispered to Chaseok. The younger shrugged.

“Whatever it is, we have to trust him.” BamBam nodded, looking back at the spot where Jimin was just standing.

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“Ravi, I don’t trust these men. I’m scared they’re going to hurt us.” Jimin had never video chatted with Ravi before. Actually Jimin never had the need to call Ravi before.

“Don’t worry, love. They aren’t going to hurt you. If they lay a hand on you I will put an end to everything.” Jimin sighed. He knew what Ravi was talking about. He didn’t want that to happen even to these men.

“I’m not worried about me. The others are more in danger.” Ravi smiled slightly.

“Jimin, I will protect all of you. You are all precious to me. Besides they will only be there for a few days while I get everything set for us.” Jimin narrowed my eyes. What did that mean? Was something going to happen to them?

“What are you talking about?” Ravi shook his head.

“I can’t say at the moment. I’ll talk about it with you when I get back. For now, just take care of the others. Make sure they are eating well and getting enough sleep. And I know I shouldn’t allow this, but I trust you, if you have to go outside for any reason you can. Just take one of the cars, one of the others, and one the men that you can trust. I know it will be hard, but I know you can read people better than anyone. If you still don’t feel safe, sleep in my room for the night.” Jimin sighed. He wasn’t going to take Ravi up on his offer of sleeping his bed. It brought back too many painful memories of their nights together. He would rather sleep in the middle of the street than in Ravi’s bed. But he would definitely take advantage of going outside. It would better than only going on the roof at night.

“Okay. I-I miss you.” Jimin tried to say as convincing as he possibly could. He did not miss the older at all, but he didn’t want Ravi to know that.

“I miss you too love. I’ll be home soon. Try to be strong for you and the others. I have to go now.” Jimin watched the screen go black before closing down the computer. What was Ravi planning for them?

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“A no tracing policy, huh? That would be perfect for eight people. They need to disappear.”

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Jimin grabbed a couple hundred dollars that he had stashed in his room. He had saved around 800,000 won. He thought it would be better to save what he got from his paychecks just in case he ever got out of this place. Money was needed to survive in this world. He made his way back to the dining room. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. “BamBam and you.” Jimin pointed to one of the men who looked the least threatening. “Follow me.” Jimin left the room without another word.

“Ravi gave me a green light to go outside and get some stuff for us. I want you two to come with me. I’m going to leave one of the emergency phones for Soonyoung and the others. I have Ravi’s older phone as well, plus some extra money.” Jimin turned to the man he had chosen as their escort. “What’s your name?” In all honesty Jimin didn’t care one bit. It was all just a formality at this point.

“Woo Min. But you can call me Min. Um, Mr. Jimin, do you mind if I ask a question?” Jimin narrowed his eyes in confusion. Why was this guy calling him Mr.? He nodded slowly, curious as to what Min had to say.

“Would it be fine if I switched from being on the second floor to the first. I don’t like being associated with those guys. I honestly don’t even want to be here. Not because of all you models, but because Ravi gives me the creeps. He’s not even here and I’m scared he could still do something.” Jimin titled his head slightly. Woo Min had the same feeling as him. Did he know what Ravi was capable of? Had he worked with Ravi before?

“Before I give answer, can I ask my own question?” Woo Min nodded quickly. “Have you worked with Ravi before?” Woo Min flinched slightly. Jimin took note of that. No one had ever flinched like that when Ravi was mentioned, except him.

“I used to be a model under Ravi. I was terrified of him and escaped. I even changed my name, cut my hair and got plastic surgery so he couldn’t find me. I didn’t think that I would have to come back.” Jimin bowed respectfully at Woo Min. He hadn’t even known that someone could escape from Ravi. He had tried once before resulting in three days in the Punisher and two days of non-stop sexual abuse. He had to put on a brave face after the incident for the others, but he had almost wished he had been EXPELLED.

“You can sleep in the extra model room, just make sure you follow the other rules. Please it’ll keep us alive.” Woo Min nodded, quickly. He wasn’t going to try get the boys in trouble or worse.

“But what about the others hyung?”’ Jimin looked over at BamBam. The younger looked nervous and scared. Jimin wrapped his arm around BamBam.

“They’ll be okay. Soonyoung can take care of things. We just need to worry about us right now. Remember, what I’ve always told you.” BamBam smiled broadly.

“Keeping myself safe, keeps us all safe.” Jimin nodded, pleased.

“That’s it.” He turned back to Woo Min. “Are you ready to go?”

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Jimin smiled, looking up at the sky. He hadn’t felt fresh air like this in years. As they walked Jimin called out, “YAH! IT’S SO CLEAN!” BamBam laughed, watching the older. He was glad that Jimin was happy, but he couldn’t help feeling uneasy. Jimin looked at Woo Min. “Is this what freedom feels like?” Woo min nodded slightly.

“Almost. There’s more to it than just getting out. But I do have this feeling a lot. Being out in the air, makes me feel alive.” Jimin laughed.

“Well I like it. It’s nothing like standing on the roof at night.” Jimin wished he could do this more often. He had always been afraid to go outside ever since Ravi had picked him off the street. Ravi had always made it seem like the outside world was dirty and scary, but after finding the access hatch to the roof, he learned that the sky was beautiful, the breeze felt nice on his skin, and the world below looked so small. Standing on the street right now, made him realize more. The outside world was beautiful, the people looked charming, and everything seemed so perfect. Ravi had lied to him and the others and he didn’t know how he felt about it all.

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"Good job, Hoseok. You've done well." Hani the chief of police patted Hoseok on the back. "We would've never caught that guy if it wasn't for your quick thinking." Hoseok bowed his head slightly. He didn't care much for the praise. He was just doing his job. "I wish I could give you a break, but we've got a new development in the Model case. The file is already in your office. Go get on it." Hoseok nodded, quickly going into his office. He had been waiting for a development since the case had opened, not because he was in charge of it or because it was his job, no. He had a very personal reason and he wouldn't stop the case for anything. He opened up the file that had been placed on his desk. Inside was information about the Model case and what the station had pulled from their own minds. Hoseok ignored all of that and looked at the paper clipped stack on the front side of the file. He scanned over the information, skipping over things he already knew. He stopped when he found something interesting.

'Ex drug ring leader, Ravi, signs under a secret agency to start modeling company under unknown name. Models from all age ranges were picked by Ravi and are housed by him personally. Residents and local police have become suspicious.'

Ravi, huh? That was new. Hoseok had been trying too find the name of the owner for weeks. He really should start watching the news. He flipped the pages over, looking for more. His eyes widened at what he saw. There was a photo split in half. On one side there was a young boy sitting on the ground covered in red marks and bruises, yet he was dressed cleanly and there was a bright smile on his face. On the other side, Hoseok guessed, was a photo of what the boy would look like today. Underneath the photo was an article. He read through it quickly.

'A model under Ravi suspected to be kidnapped. The mother of said model released this statement, "Our poor Taeoh. When he didn't come home from school I knew something was wrong. I instantly called the police. I thought that my boy has to be out there somewhere trying to find his way home. My heart dropped when I saw the photo. He looks so happy, but I know he's in pain wherever he is. Please help him. He has a life ahead of him. He's only thirteen!"

Update: Model Taeoh missing from Ravi's company. Whereabouts unknown. Search to be conducted.

Update: With no leads or reasonable doubt police have called of the search of thirteen year old Tae Oh. 

Update: Hun Tae Oh presumed dead.

"What the hell?" Hoseok had never seen or heard anything like this before. How did they find this information if the company name is unknown? What is Ravi doing? Was Ravi glorifying this whole thing without coming out of the dark? And why? Hoseok had a lot of investigating to do.

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"Are you going to spend the rest of the night here or what?" Hani's voice broke Hoseok's concentration. He had been focused on the news, trying to get more information on the models and Ravi. He had to know what this guys was thinking, doing and planning. It was the only way he would be able to close this case on a good note. He hadn't found anything to incriminating, yet.

"No, I was getting ready to leave. I just..." He pushed a hand through his hair. He had been working on this case for months with nothing to show for it, but he wasn't willing to give up.

"I know. Go home, Hoseok. Get some rest, you'll need it." Hani smiled sadly at the younger. She knew what he was dealing with. He wroked through it to do his job, but it was getting harder for him, especially since the Model case. He wouldn't say why he had wanted to take the case on so badly and Hani had never asked him, but she did understand the passion. It was the same passion that made her join the force and try her best as chief.

"Yeah, I'll get going." Hoseok turned off the computer and began to pack up his things. It was going to be a long night.

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Hoseok spent most of his night researching models, modeling agencies, and Ravi. He didn't find much on models or agencies, but he did learn quite a lot about Ravi. He was almost in his thirties, he was an ex drug dealer, and he had been charged on many different accounts of possession of illegal substances, intent to sell, theft, involuntary manslaughter, and other various undisclosed reasons, yet he was released without having to pay bail or poroll from a higher up in his community. An interview was done after Ravi's last trial and Hoseok couldn't believe what he heard

' "Ravi, you've taken a plea deal, is there any reason why?" A woman with a microphone walked with Ravi as he was escorted from the courthouse by two men in black suits.

"I'm taking a new leaf. I'm going to take in those who are poor and suffering and give them a new life."

"Are you talking about a homeless shelter?" Ravi stopped walking to give a light chuckle before walking again. 

"No, that would just be a waste of my time. I'd rather go back to jail than do that. But, I am going to spread what I am doing to the world. It will be beautiful. Just wait and see." 

The video clipped ended there, leaving Hoseok speechless. Ravi was heartless as far as he could tell, only giving him more reason to finish this case as quick as possible.

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' "Don't you think this world is crazy? Like how messed up it is? Isn’t it bad, Hobi?” Donghyun spoke softly, rolling over to be closer with Hoseok. The older sighed, looking over at his younger brother.

“That’s just how it is, Jude. Not everything can be good. All we can do is try to live in the good. And that’s why I want to be a police officer, so I can try to help people live in the good.” Donghyun smiled, stretching.

“I wish I was as strong and brave as you. I would never be able to a cop.” Hoseok rolled over to meet Donghyun, the grass tickling his exposed stomach.

“But you are. You’re strong and brave in your own special way. Anyone can jump into danger and call themselves brave. Anyone can lift something up and call themselves strong. But you’re different. And that’s not bad.” Donghyun smiled again. Hoseok always had a way with words. He always knew what could make him happy. Even though they were the same age, Donghyun saw Hoseok as older and wiser than him. And in this moment, he was.

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Things got worse after that day. Donghyun tried to listen to what Hoseok had to say. It did help a bit. It made things brighter for him. But he just didn’t see how living in the good could help him now.

“Hobi, why do we have to live here?” Donghyun grabbed onto Hoseok’s hand as if his life depended on it.

“Because mom is no longer around. Aunt Mina will take care of us.” Donghyun nodded slowly. He didn’t like the idea of having to move from their house to live with someone else just because mom could no longer take care of them. It was just plain stupid and it made him uncomfortable. Hoseok squeezed Donghyun’s hand lightly, telling him silently not to be scared. Hoseok had never met their aunt before, but he knew this was the place to go. His mother always told him if something bad were to ever happen, he had to take Donghyun to Mina. It was the only way. He just wished it was under different circumstances.

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Donghyun and Hoseok hide under the bed as the yelling got louder. Hoseok wasn’t scared of the anger and fear of the two voices. He was here for Donghyun. “Jude, it’ll be alright. Everything is fine. Why don’t we go get ice cream? You like ice cream, right?” Donghyun nodded, curling into Hoseok. He was trying to be brave like his brother, but he knew he would never be able to do that. Hoseok crawled out from under the bed, pulling Donghyun with him. “We have to go quickly. We don’t want to get caught. Be careful and be quiet.”

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“Look how blue the sky is! Hobi, have you ever seen the sky so blue?” Hoseok laughed, watching Donghyun ‘dance’ in the street. It had been a while since they had been outside. Mina had always made them stay indoors for she was afraid of what might happen to them if they walked around without supervision. She thought the world was too dangerous for two twelve-year-old boys.

“Be careful, Jude. Remember to watch were you’re going” Donghyun nodded as he moved farther away from Hoseok. He was happy Hobi had thought of going out of that house. He had missed the outside air and the blue sky and the noise of cars rushing past and even the people talking loudly as if they were the only ones around. “Don’t go too far, Jude. I won’t be able to see you.”

“Okay!” Donghyun was only half listening to his brother. He skipped forward, weaving through people. He wanted to see everything before they were forced to go back inside that house. He lost sight of Hoseok quickly. He panicked trying to get back to his brother, but there was no way he could see him in the crowd. “Hobi?” Donghyun tried not to panic. He turned around, looking for his brother. “Hobi!” he ran in the direction he last saw Hoseok only to run into a man twice his size. He fell to the ground, scraping the side of his leg. Tears formed in his eyes, not from the scrap but from the thought of losing Hoseok.

“Hey, why the tears? Does it hurt?” Donghyun looked up at the man. He was very tall, with short brown hair and dark eyes. To him, the man wasn’t as scary as Mina made strangers out to be. He felt like he could trust the man. The older kneeled down next to him. “Does it hurt?” The man asked again. Donghyun shook his head. He didn’t hurt physically. He was just scared and wanted to find his brother.

“No.” He said simply. The man smiled slightly, looking over Donghyun.

“Then what’s the matter butterfly?” Butterfly? Donghyun didn’t understand the name, but he didn’t question it.

“I’m lost. I ran away from my brother and I don’t know where to find him.” The man sighed.

“Don’t worry about him. He obviously didn’t care much. He would’ve found you by now, right?” Donghyun furrowed his brows. What was the man talking about? Hoseok would never leave him alone. He would come looking for him, right?

“Hobi would never do that! He always looks out for me.” The man shook his head.

“Are you sure? Do you see him anywhere?” Donghyun looked around. The crowd of people had disappeared, only a few people were walking down the street. Hoseok was nowhere to be seen. Maybe the man was right. But he couldn’t just think that Hoseok would leave him alone. “Listen, butterfly. I’ll take you to my home. I can protect you, give you a better life than your brother can. Will you let me do that for you?” Donghyun wiped away his tears. Could he do that? Could he go with this man? In the back of his mind, he knew that he shouldn’t. Hoseok would be upset with him for talking to a stranger. But, now he was alone. Hoseok wasn’t here to reprimand him. He wouldn’t be able to go home; he didn’t know the way back and there wasn’t anyone else he could talk too. He nodded at the man. The older smiled, holding out his hand for the younger to take. Donghyun took his hand and the man help him up. They began walking down the road. “I’m Ravi. What’s your name.

“Donghyun.”

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“Jude? Jude! C’mon this isn’t funny. Donghyun!” Hoseok ran around, looking for his brother. He had told Donghyun not to wander off, because he was scared that something like this would happen. He knew this would happen, but he just let Donghyun do what he wanted. This was supposed to help Donghyun adjust to living with their aunt. He just wanted to keep Donghyun happy and safe. Hoseok tried to hold back his tears, but to no avail. The tears rolled down as he crumpled to the ground. He pulled his knees up to the chest and cried. He didn’t know what to do.

“Oh, honey. We should help him.” A woman’s voice broke through Hoseok’s tears. He wiped his tears away, not wanting the couple to see. “What’s the matter sweetheart? Are you lost?” Hoseok shook his head. He wasn’t lost, but at a loss. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to ask for help, but he didn’t want to seem irresponsible for losing his brother. He couldn’t go home without him, but he couldn’t stay out all night looking for Donghyun. “Then what happened?” He looked up at the women. She seemed nice enough to help him. He was always told never to talk to strangers, but what else could he do.

“I lost my brother. He ran away in the crowd and now I can’t find him.” The woman looked over at the man standing next to her.

“Honey, what do we do?” The man sighed, looking back over at Hoseok. He smiled sadly.

“We have to call the police, file a missing child report and go from there.”

“No!” Hoseok called out. “You can’t do that. Mina will be mad. She won’t let us out ever again.” The woman gasped. She couldn’t believe what he had said.

“Oh, sweetheart.” She quickly turned to the man once again, whispering something in his ear. Hoseok wondered what it was. It must’ve had something to with him. The man looked down at the boy before walking away to do God knows what. The woman knelt down next to Hoseok. “Do your parents know you’re out here?” He shook his head.

“I don’t have parents. All I have is my aunt.” Hoseok shivered at the thought. He barley even knew Mina, he wasn’t even sure she was his actual aunt. But his mother trusted the woman more than anything and insisted he and Donghyun go to her if there was any trouble.

“Oh. Well, What’s your name? I’m Yuri.” Hoseok smiled at her. That was such a pretty name.

“I’m Hoseok.” Yuri smiled at him. She was glad that this boy wasn’t scared. Most children wouldn’t talk to strangers so eagerly.

“And how old are you Hoseok? Should you be out here like this?” Hoseok shook his head. He knew he shouldn’t be out here alone, but he did it for Donghyun.

“I’m only twelve. I just wanted to get him out of the fighting. He doesn’t like loud noises. I promised to get him ice cream.” Tears began welling up in his eyes again. He just couldn’t believe he was gone.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll go my best to help you find him. What’s his name and what does he look like?” He looked up at her. She smiled sadly at him. She genuinely wanted to help Hoseok.

“His name is Donghyun, but he also goes by Jude. He has big brown eyes that slant when he smiles. He has long black hair that hangs in his face. He’s short and skinny. And he was wearing a blue and white striped shirt with black holey jeans and black converses.” Yuri nodded. The whole time she had been talking to Hoseok she had been sending messages to her husband. She had him contact the police with the information she was sending. She didn’t want Hoseok to know what she was doing. He seemed so scared of having the police called. She knew that was a form of abuse.

“Here, let’s start looking for him. He couldn’t have gotten far, right?” Yuri stood up, sticking out her hand for Hoseok to take. He grabbed her hand, standing up with her. She hopped her husband could get some help for Hoseok. She didn’t want him to have to go back to his house with his aunt. It sounded horrible. And she wanted to help him find his brother. It seemed that they only had each other and she wasn’t about to take that away from him too.

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Hoseok shoot up from bed. He hadn't had that dream in a long time. He hated seeing it. Jude had been missing for eleven years and he had a feeling it was because of the Model Case. Now that he knew who was in charge of it, he could finally figure out what happened to his brother. Jude was probably either dead or 'missing' by this point, but Hoseok still had to know. He looked over at his clock. The numbers read 5:42 am. His schedule didn't start for another hour, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. He threw his covers off and slid out bed. He flipped his alarm clock off. He better get ready now or wouldn't do it later. 

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"Why are you so early? It's not even six?" Hani asked, watching Hoseok grab a cup of coffee from her office.

"Thought I would get an early start. I'm still looking for more information on the Model case. I might take out a squad if I find anything important." Hani smiled, glad that Hoseok was making progress. She was proud when Somi had found the information about Ravi. Without Somi, Hoseok would have never been this close to ending the case.

"Alright. Tell me if you need anything." Hoseok gave his signature two finger wave and disappeared into his office.

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Hoseok groaned, turning to the next video page. He hadn't been able to find anything new on the case or Ravi. It had always been the same news clips or interviews. Nothing to special. He had been sitting in his office for three hours with almost four cups of coffee and half a sandwich. "Ravi renews contract with agency. New models to enter company. Ravi released with no parole, Suspected kidnapping. 'Saving poor souls and giving new life.' This is all bullshit." Hoseok ran a hand through his hair. He was just reading the same information as what was already on the file on his desk. He flipped through another webpage, not finding anything. He wasn't coming across anything new and he was getting frustrated. He did another quick search of the page he was on. "Moving to new building, models covered under protection laws. Ravi releases quick statement about magazines and company building." He sighed, moving to a new page again. He instantly stopped seeing the image on the top of the page. It was a picture of a black warehouse with a company name he couldn't pronounce in cursive on the side and street sign. Hoseok quickly scrawled the name of the street down and jump out of his seat. He needed to go to this warehouse. He didn't know if it was still there, but he would find out. He wasn't going to call for back up yet. He wouldn't need it.

"Whoa, where's the fire?" Hani stopped him at the front. He shook his head stepping around her.

"I'll be back. Dont worry about a thing." He ran out the front door of the station. This was the best lead he had in months and he wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers.

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Hoseok took his truck instead of his cruiser. He wanted to be as undectable as possible. He drove as quickly as possible, but not enough to break any laws. He knew better than to do that. He found the warehouse easily. It was a large black building in the middle of a short side street. He looked up at the building, putting his truck in park. "So this is what this place looks like, huh?" Hoseok was about to get out of his truck when a U-haul and Cargo truck pulled into a side lot behind the warehouse. To Hoseok that seemed a little sucpious for a Modeling company. He pulled out his phone to call Hani. He was going to need back-up.

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"Didn't know this is where you were going." Hani crossed her arms, glaring at Hoseok. She had been worried about him ever wincehe ran out of the station. She didn't want to lose another member ofthe force due to reckless descions. Hoseok was on the top of her list for that. 

"I didn't want to call anyone if it was a false alarm." She sighed tighenting her pony tail. 

"I don't care if you making a run to the gas station for a twinkie, you tell me what's going on. You got me?" Hoseok laughed, setting his gun into safety mode and sliding it into his pocket. 

"I'll remember that next time." Hani smiled slighty. She was glas that there would be a next time. She turned to look at the other officers. Everyone was set up and ready to go. Theyhad been looking foreward to this moment as much as Hoseok had been.

"Alright, everyone. Here's the situation. We don't exactly know what that is. Hoseok is going to go in, since he looks the least threatening at the moment. He knows more about what's going on inside than we do. He'll report to us whats happening. Be ready to inflitrate." Hoseok looked at all his collegues. They were putting all their faith into him. He wouldn't let them down.

-

"The door on the east side opens easily. I'm inside now." Hoseok whispered into his ear piece. Hani was listening in through the unmarked cars outside. "Nobody's on this floor and I don't hear much comotion. Oh shit." As he was trying to be quiet and not distrub anyone, Hoseok wasn't focused on where he was walking. He tripped over something in the dimly lit room. 

"Hey! Who's there?" A voice quickly caught up tp Hoseok's ears. He froze in his place.

"Hoseok? Is everything alright?" Hani asked. She wished she could be inside with him. 

"Who are you?" A boy way younger than himself stood in front of him, eyes narrowed and arms crossed.

"Um, I'm... J-Hope." Hoseok cam up with the first thing he could think of. It didn't sound very convincing to him, but it was all he had. The boy snorted.

"You don't sound so sure." Hoseok rolled his eyes, moving forward. He was trying to untangle himself from whatever he had tripped over. 

"And what would you know? So, you know my name, can I get yours?" The boy shrugged, looking over Hoseok. He didn't know if he could trust the older. He didn't seem threatening, but neither did Ravi in the very beginning. "Okay, you don't have to tell me. It's fine. I'm just here on business. I'm only here to look around. Um, it's for Ravi." The boy flinched at the name. He must've hit something close. "Don't worry, I won't be here long." Hoseok made sure he was talking loud enough for Hani to hear. She still didn't fully know the plan and she was waiting for surprises.

"I see. Well come this way, you're kinda in BamBam's room."

-

The boy lead Hoseok into a dining room. Hoseok looked around the room, noting ever little detail of the place.

"What's with all the boxes, blondie?" The boy scoffed, turning to look at Hoseok. 

"I do have a name. It's Soonyoung, just don't use it freely. I don't trust you." Hoseok nodded. He knew that from the moment he saw the younger.

"Yeah, I wouldn't trust me either." He mumbled. Soonyoung narrowed his eyes. He had heard the words that tumbled out of the older's mouth. 

"And why not? You don't seem bad, aside from the fact you work with Ravi. But, you'd know that." Hoseok looked down at Soonyoung. He was frowning and looking down at the floor. he could tell the younger was not proud of the position he was in. Hoseok didn't want to give away his cover, but he felt as if he should tell Soonyoung the truth.

"That's true." He lied through his teeth. He was not a fan of this. His life had always been built on truth and now he was squashing it with this job. His duty was to protect and serve not lie and cheat. "But I don't work in close relation to Ravi. He's pretty harsh when it comes to these things. I really just want a look around." Soonyoung nodded. The younger still didn't know what J-Hope had to do with Ravi and why there was this surprise inspection, but he didn't think the older could do much harm. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by a scream.

"Don't touch me!" It was Jiwoo. Soonyoung quickly ran from the room to find Jiwoo. Hoseok followed after him. The two reached a room where a young boy and a man dressed in all black were strugling.

"Stop, you little brat." One of the men in black swiftly picked Jiwoo and carried him away. "Move your asses men! We only have thirty minutes to load these whores up!" Another man took Jiwoo and began to tie him up.

"I gotta call Jimin." Soonyoung pulled a phone from his pocket and quickly dialed Jimin's number before being picked up by another man. Soonyoung screamed at the top of his lungs, kicking and screaming. Hoseok watched in horror as boy after boy was thrown around, tied, and pinned to the ground as if they had no merit. the phone Soonyoung had dropped was still in call with an unknown number. Hoseok went to grab it, but was stopped by one of the men. 

"I wouldn't touch that. Who knows where he put it." Hoseok looked toward Soonyoung. the younger huddled closer to the others. Hoseok noted seven of them, but he knew there must've been a few more missing. The man laughed, picking up the phone. "It doesn't matter the jobs done anyway." He pressed end call before chucking the phone somewhere in the room. "You must be the side man. Simon's the name. Hunting's the game. And you are?"

"J-Hope." Hoseok mumbled, pushing a hand into his pocket. He grabbed his gun, switching the safety off. "And it looks like the hunter has became the hunted." Hoseok pulled the gun from his pocket and aimed it directly at Simon. "Hani, now!"

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Jimin instantly dropped everything when he got the call from Soonyoung. He knew something was wrong when he heard the scream. He even heard Simon's awful voice. He didn't wait for BamBam or Min, as he took off running. The warehouse wasn't far from were they had been. He passed by a group of people outside of the warehouse, unaware of who they were and why they were there. Jimin yanked open the front door, a door he never knew opened and ran to the housing floor. he had no idea what was going on, all he knew was he had a family to protect.

"Hani, now!" Jimin heard a voice through the door of the common before loud 'banging' occured. Gunshots. All Jimin could think about were the models. he didn't care about the risk on his lifeyes, just those of everyone else. His family was the only thing on his mind. He rushed into the common room, the gunshots louder in his ears. Everything happened in a blur. There was yelling, gun fire, and more people barging in. Jimin couldn't tell where he was. there were to many people.

"Jimin!" Soonyoung called out from the chaos. Jimin ran to the sound of the younger's voice. All the models were tied in a corner of the room. He couldn't believe his eyes. What happened while he was gone. He began untying them as fast he could. "Hyung, what's going on?"

"I don't know. Just stay low andown stick together." Ravi would be able to protect them if he was here. This wouldn't be happening. "Don't move. I'm gonna protect us." Jimin stood up, sliding between the wall and a hidden door Ravi had told him about. The secret room was only to be used in an emergency, Ravi told him. This was an emergency. The room has a small space, perfect standing room for someone his size. it was filled with a multitude of weapons and a huge red button. The button was an emergency shut down button. It would close all exits and entrance from the outside and inside, and the electricity would turn off for a few hours. Jimin scanned the walls of the room. he had never learned how to use a gun, but he should be able to fair well. He picked a small firearm, one that could easily fit into his pocket. He remembered to flip the switch near the trigger; safety as Ravi had once called it. He gulped before firing a few rounds, knowing the walls were thin enough for the bullets to pass through. He slapped the button on his way back out. he slipped through the door once more, looking back at the scene had laid. Red lights and sirens were flashing as metal bars and doors closed around them.

"Hoseok!" A woman's voice could be heard over the noise. "You sick bastards!"

"Hani, get... out." Another voice forced out whispered words. Jimin didn't know who they were or what they were doing here. He didn't have time to dwell of these new voices. He turned back to look for the others. He had to make sure they were okay. But they were gone.

"Soonyoung!" He called out, desperately. He couldn't lose them. They were the only family he had left.

"Hyung! Jimi...!" He turned to locate Soonyoung's voice, only to see several of the models being dragged away.

"Soonyo...!" He tried running toward them, only to feel pressure to the back of his head. He fell to the ground, black spots dancing around his vision. The last thing he remembered before fading out was Soonyoung's horrified face and an everlasting blood curdling scream.

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It was over. He no longer had any leads. Ravi was no where to be found and the only thing he got out of the whole inccident was a bullet wound to the chest. Hoseok returned to the station even after being advised against it. The case wasn't closed yet. He wasn't giving up on this. Not until he caught Ravi and put a stop to this madness. Sure, he didn't have anything to go on, but that hadn't stopped him before. As soon as he entered the main office cheers enfulfed him. He was taken back. What was this praise for?

"Welcome back man. Didn't think you'd make it back." Kogyeol, a partner of Youth Services, patted Hoseok on the back. "Hani wants you to meet with me. I don't know if you'll be happy about it." Even though Hoseok disliked Youth Services, he liked Kogyeol. The younger was the sweestest person he had meet and he didn't like to waste his time. Hoseok sighed. Unwanted praise and a meeting with Youth Services was exactly what he wanted to have on his first day back.

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"Where is Hani anyway?" Hoseok entered Kogyeol's office, closing the door behind him. 

"She took the day off. It's her first day off in four years." Ah, Hoseok thought. It had been a while since Hani got a break. And after what happened recently she really deserved it. Hoseok sighed, sitting across from Kogyeol.

"Why do I have to speak with you guys anyway?" Kogyeol frowned. He knew Hoseok disliked Youth Services. He had seen the older's file and it wasn't pretty. But this wasn't about his experiences with them. It was something more serious.

"After the incident, we found some of the models were reported missing. We sent those children home. There was only five of them." That was good, Hoseok thought. He always wanted the boys to go back. "But," Kogyeol continued, "one of them refused for us to look him up in the system. We couldn't even take him to the hospital because he doesn't want help. Don't know why but he's stubborn." Hoseok furrowed his brows in confussion. What did that have to do with him? "Hani wants you to house him as a part of the case. Since we can't send him to a home, we have to set a house temporarily. And you fit the bill."

"You can't be serious. I'm not good with kids and even worse with other people let alone myself. I'm not taking care of some model we saved. I won't do it." Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest like a child. He never refused to do something for his job before, but this was asking too much.

"Can you say that after looking at him? He needs someone to be there for him." Kogyeol pointed to the window. Hoseok stood from his chair, walking toward the one way glass window. Hoseok stared at the boy sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest. There was a plate of food in front of him and another officer, who Hoseok had never seen before, sat across from him. The officer jestured toward the food, talking quickly.

"Do you want to eat?" The boy shook his head, curling into himself more. "I'm sure you're hungry. It's been a few days, yeah?" He shook his head once more. "Look, I know it must be hard being in here, but we're trying out best to be hosbitibal and..." The boy scoffed, uncurling himself from the chair. 

"Hosbitibal? You handcuffed me to a chair! I'm not dangerous. I'm just a kid." The officer nodded. Hoseok couldn't understand what the man was trying to get out of this kid, but the way he was doing it wasn't right.

"Yeah, a kid that shot one of our best officers. Can you explain how your finger prints got on this?" The man threw a small gun ontp the table, causing the boy to jump. 

"I didn't know it had hit anyone. I was just trying to protect my family." The officer laughed, picking up the gun and putting back in his holster. Hoseoknwould have to put that back in the evidence locker. The boy flinched again, the laughter scaring him.

"Yeah, a family of whores and sluts. We know what your facility is all about. I'm not stupid." Hoseok noticed the hurt in the boys eyes. Even though he didn't want anything to do with this boy or Youth Services, he wasn't going to stand for this officers behavior. Kogyeol's gasp pulled him away from the window.

"That's awful. I'm going to go end this." Hoseok shook his head, moving toward the door.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the kid. Tell Hani, she owes me."

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Hoseok opened the door where the boy and other officer were sitting. "That'll be enough. Make sure you put that gun back in evidence." Hoseok walked to the chair across from the boy. The unnamed officer narrowed his eyes at Hoseok, but left the room without a word. Hoseok looked at the boy, sitting down. He didn't know why Kogyeol saw the younger as a helpless child. He looked pretty strong and independent to Hoseok. "You're a pretty good shot to hit me through a wall and to miss my lungs." The boy's eyes widened for a second before sliming down.

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone." He mumbled. Hoseok smiled slightly.

"It's okay. I know. Now before I continue to do my job, why don't you eat something?" The boy looked at the food, questionably. It was as if it might jump out and bite him.

"I'm not gonna be poisoned, am I?" Hoseok shook his head. He knew why the boy was being catious. He had also been on that side of the table.

"Nope. It's the same food we serve to all the in-custody mates. None of them have been poisoned. You're safe." The boy nodded, pulling the plate toward himself. He picked up one side of the sandwich. He took a small bite before taking bigger bites. Hoseok watched the boy eat with a smile.

"I'm Hoseok, by the way." The boy looked up from his sandwich.

"Jimin." He mumbled around pieces of food. Jimin, Hoseok tested. It was fitting. He let Jimin finish eating before speaking again.

"So, why don't you want to go to the hospital?" Jimin sighed.

"Because they'll see things that I don't want to share. I just want to go home." Hoseok nodded slowly.

"Alright, I'll take you home." He was more than happy to take the younger home. That meant he wouldn't have to be in charge of him. "Just tell me where you live."

"With Ravi. Take me back there. The others need me." Hoseok sighed. He knew Jimin would be attached to that place. Who knows how long he had been there.

"We can't go back there. No ones there anyway. Four others have been sent home." Jimin looked down, frowning. Four others? That meant five had been saved including himself, so the other had been taken by those men. Who had been taken and who had been saved? He had to know.

"Fine, don't take me back. But can you tell me who was taken back home?" Hoseok shook his head. That was confidential and he couldn't just let it out.

"Why not?! I deserve to know. They're my family!" Hoseok sighed. He knew he was breaking so many rules with this, but this kid seemed so determined to protect all the models.

"Look, I'll tell you but you have to do something for me."

"Anything. I'd do anything."

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When Jimin said he'd do anything, he didn't think that meant moving in with Hoseok. Ravi had always told him cops were no goodand he had to stay far away from them. He never really had to worry about that before, since he never got to see the outside world from the ground. Bur now he was living with one. He did see some positives from this though. He would be able to wear clothes without jewels and sequens, he would be able to sleep in, he would be able to eat fast food, and there was no Ravi. It would be completely peaceful. "Jimin, this will be the first time I've had someone living with me. So, I'll have to go to the market. What do you like to eat?" Jimin looked over at Hoseok. The older was focused on the road. They had been driving for a good twenty minutes now and this is the first time Hoseok had said anything to him. He sighed, looking back out the window. Hoseok didn't seem like a bad person, like Ravi made all cops out to be. He seemed geniuley concerned about Jimin.

"I like pizza and chicken." He turned back to look at the older again. "Oh, Tteokbokki and fish cakes." All the foods he listed were foods Ravi never let the models have. He said greasy and fat foods would make with ugly and he didn't want that. Jimin could barely remember what they tasted like. Hoseok chuckled slightly, looking over at the younger. 

"Alright, I'll buy it." He looked back at the road. "I'll have to buy some other things too. Man, Hani better love me for this." Hani? Jimin had heard that name multiple times. Who was it?

"Is that your girlfriend?" Hoseok snorted. He shook his head, pulling into the parking lot.

"No. She's the chief. She puts me in charge of certain things. Your case is one of them." Jimin nodded slowly. Maybe Hoseok wasn't as geniue as he had thought. He would have to figure a way out of this mess.

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"Why don't you go look for some clothes? You can't wear the same thing for the rest of your life." Hoseok pushed the cart towards the clothing section. Jimin looked up at him. Was he really going to buy him new clothes?

"Seriously? You'll buy me clothes?" Hoseok nodded. He didn't want to, but he wasn't going to let the boy wear the same thing for days on end. That was child abuse and he wasn't about to be charged with something like that. Not when he worked for the law.

"Just don't go overboard." Jimin smiled slightly. Ravi never bought them new clothes. They had to wear everything from the company. He could finally wear what he wanted. Jimin eagerly picked clothes out. He grabbed a few pairs of jeans, sweaters, shirts, socks, and underwear. He dropped them into the cart with a smile.

"Are you that happy? They're just clothes." Jimin's smiled faded slightly. He didn't expect the older to understand. He could have anything he wanted at anytime, but Jimin wasn't that lucky. He was basically locked inside a building with the promise of safely and a better life, only to have been lied to by the one person he thought he could trust. Hoseok hadn't seen it, he hadn't been there. He would never understand. "Alright, let's go get food."

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Hoseok watched Jimin scan the shelves. It was almost as if he had never been to a market before. How long had he been a model? How long has Ravi held him captive? "Jimin-ah, go pick out something to eat, a snack or whatever." The younger nodded, moving farther away from Hoseok. Jimin had never been to a market this big. He had only been to a small one with Ravi. It was the only one he let the younger go too. The younger left the aisle to find snacks. He wanted chips. As he wandered he felt uncomfortable, like someone was watching him. He kept an eye out for anyone suspicious. He didn't like this feeling. He should've stayed close Hoseok. Even though he didn't trust the cop completely, the older could at the very least keep him safe. Jimin turned around quickly, feeling eyes on him. He was ready to run back to Hoseok when someone grabbed his shoulder.

"Whoa there, little flower. Don't go running off on your hyung now." Jimin looked up at the voice speaking to him. He gasped upon seeing the face. He thought he would never see the man again, not after Ravi had fired him. 

"Seungji, I thought you were dead." Jimin pulled himself out of the older's grip. He laughed, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Nah. I would never end up that way. Not when I'm trying to find my way back to you, little flower." Jimin shuddered at the name. He hated it, worse than Ravi calling him 'Love.' Jimin scanned over Seungji once more. He hadn't changed much, except his hair was no longer the soft brown it had been when they first meet, it was all black. "I see you're finally out of the camp. Did Ravi finally let you go? That's a shame, he's missing out on a cut piece." Jimin snorted.

"I can't believe he even thought you would be a good photographer. You're just scum." Jimin wanted to to spit at the man's feet, but he wasn't going to mess up the clean market floor. He was born with manners. "And if you have to know, Ravi didn't let me go. I just left. Simple." Jimin didn't feel comfortable around Seungji. He did horrible things to him and BamBam. Things that would haunt them for life. It was worse than anything Ravi had or could've done. Ravi had made "love" to Jimin more times than the younger could count on his fingers, but he never forced Jimin to do things he never wanted to, He never involved another model. They were family, he couldn't. But Seungji was different. He was an outsider, who didn't know them. They were just kids, but that didn't matter. Seungji didn't have morals. The older chuckled.

"Doesn't bother me. Anyway, since I've found you why don't we just go back to my place. Have some fun, like the old days." Seungji reached out to grab Jimin's arm. The younger moved back.

"Don't make me scream." Seungji smiled sadistically.

"That's exactly what I want. I love 'em when they scream." The older grabbed Jimin's arms, squeezing hard. The younger began to panic. His eyes scanned all over the aisle. There was no one around to see to see the altercation. He couldn't scream, that's what Seungji wanted. He got pleasure out of it. He didn't know what to do.

"Let the boy go now and you won't get shot later."

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"Let the boy go now and you won't get shot later." Seungji turned to the voice. Jimin already knew who it was before Seungji even moved. The older moved his grip from Jimin's arm to his waist. Seungji smiled at Hoseok. The cop hadn't drawn his weapon yet, but Jimin knew he could do it whenever he needed too.

"What's your problem sir? Never saw a happy couple messing around before?" Jimin snorted, trying to move away from Seungji.

"I have, but I know you aren't." Hoseok flicked his head toward Jimin. "Now let him go. I don't want to make any arrests off duty." Seungji's eyes went wide for a split second. He quickly released Jimin.

"No need to bring out the cuffs officer. I'll just be on my way." Seungji turned on his heels and disappeared into the crowds. Jimin looked over at Hoseok.

"Are you alright Jimin?" The younger tried to hold back his emotions, but before he knew it he was crying into Hoseok's chest. The older was taken back. He hasn't had to comfort anyone for ten years and he didn't know what to do.

"I didn't think you'd find me. I was scared. You bastard." Jimin stepped away to slap Hoseok's chest before moving back into his arms. Hoseok slowly wrapped his arms around the sobbing boy.

"I'm sorry." He spoke softly. Hoseok wasn't exactly sure what to say. He should've been paying more attention while Jimin is in his care. The boy is a minor after all. Jimin pulled away once again, angrily wiping away tears. Hoseok sighed upon seeing his face. He didn't want the younger to be afraid of that man while they were here. He knew the other could still be lurking around. He pulled out the keys to his truck. "Here. You remember where we parked, right? Wait there until I'm done. Don't drive off. I won't hesitate to arrest you." Jimin snorted. He was eager to get away from Hoseok, but not that eager. He took the keys from the older.

"Don't take too long or you'll be walking home."

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The drive home was a lot more silent. Jimin had fallen asleep somewhere along the way, leaving Hoseok with his thoughts. He still had to find Ravi and get Jimin home. Not to mention finding the all the other models and missing children. He had to finish everything he started; Donghyun was still out there. He was sure of it. He just had to find Ravi's hide out. And even though it went against his moral code, he would probably have to use Jimin to get there.

He sighed, pulling into his driveway. He was glad his aunt had sold the house to him before she passed away. He was closer to Donghyun this way. Mina never changed a single about the house for past ten years. Hoseok was grateful for that. He turned toward Jimin, shaking him slightly. "Jimin-ah, we're here." The younger's eyes opened slowly. He yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before looking out the window.

"Wah!" He opened the door and jumped out of the truck. "Is this really yours, general?" Hoseok rolled his eyes at the "general" comment. He grabbed the bags from the bed of the truck and moved closer to Jimin. 

"Only on the weekends." He said, voice laced with sarcasm. "Yes, it really is mine. I pay bills." Jimin rolled his eyes, taking a few bags from Hoseok. He only asked because it didn't seem plausible to him. The older lived in such a run down neighborhood, but Ravi said cops lived like kings who always thought they were better than anyone else. But Hoseok lived somewhere simple with a whole heart. "Afternoon Ms. Oh. Lost that darn cat again I see." Hoseok was talking with a Lady living next door, as he unlocked his own front door.

"Oh, hello Jae. Yeah, Galo is always runnin' off. Hyun-Shi will go looking for him. Jimin narrowed his eyes. Jae? Why would she be calling Hoseok, Jar? The two just didn't fit together.

"I'll be on the look out too. We need Galo to keep these streets clean. Take care." Hoseok ushered Jimin into the house quickly. He didn't want Ms. Oh asking him questions about the younger just yet. He sighed, closing the door and locking it behind him.

"Why'd she call you Jae? Jimin asked, following Hoseok into the kitchen. Hoseok began putting away groceries.

"Well, it's a nickname. Ms. Oh has known me for years. I've lived next to her most of my life." Jimin frowned. 

"But your name is Hoseok. Shouldn't a nickname stem from that?" Hoseok nodded, turning to look at Jimin.

"Usually, but not always. Jae comes from my last name, Jung." Oh, Jimin thought. That makes sense. Although Hoseok didn't look like a Jae to him.

"I don't know. You look like a Hobi to me."

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"I don't know. You look like a Hobi to me." Hoseok stopped in his tracks almost dropping the bottle of cooking oil. He hadn't heard that name since Donghyun disappeared. It had completely caught him off guard.

"What did you say?"

"I said, you look like a Hobi to me." Hoseok chuckled. Donghyun had said the same exact thing.

' "I need to give you a nickname." Donghyun rolled over to his back to look at his brother. Hoseok was reading a book about criminal justice. He wanted a head start on his career choice.

"Why?" Donghyun smiled, reaching for the book in his brother's hands. He wanted all of Hoseok's attention.

"Because you gave me one." Hoseok let Donghyun take his book. He would always give into what his brother wanted.

"Mom calls you Jude too." Donghyun shook his head.

"I like it better when you say it. So I'll give you a nickname that'll sound nice too." Hoseok laughed, watching Donghyun's eyes lights up. He could see the gears turning in the younger's head.

"Fine. Think of a good one, Jude." Donghyun nodded.

"Okay, I got this.You're like my hope, right? So let's go with Hope." Hoseok shrunk up his nose. He didn't like that one. "No, you're right. That's not you. Hm?" Hoseok watched Donghyun think. The younger always closed his eyes and scruntched up his nose when he was thinking. "I got it. Hobi!" Hoseok chuckled.

"Hobi? Why?" Donghyun shrugged.

"You just look like a Hobi to me." '

Jimin frowned, narrowing his eyes. "What's so funny?" Hoseok shook his head.

"Nothing. Someone told me the same thing. It was just surprising." He finished putting the groceries away before speaking again. "Let's take a tour and set some rules."

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Jimin followed Hoseok around the house, learning about different rooms. "This is my room. Don't go in here unless there's an emergency. Here is the bathroom, its the only one." Hoseok moved through the house quickly. He still had work to do and he couldn't waste his time with Jimin. "Upstairs will be your room. You might have to clean it up a bit. It used to be my uncle's room." Jimin looked up the stairs. He had never had an open room before. He continued to listen to Hoseok until he spotted a door. The older didn't say anything about this one. He stopped at the door. It was a plain white door with tiny scratch marks and green and yellow maker lines.

"What room is this?" Hoseok stopped in his tracks to look where Jimin was standing. The younger was looking at Donghyun's and his old room. He shook his head, walking back to Jimin.

"Don't ever go in here. It's strictly off limits" Jimin looked at Hoseok. He wondered why the holder's mood changed so quickly.

"But what is it? Jimin was really curious. He wanted to know what was behind the door. He wanted to know why he couldn't go through it.

"It's private. Just promise me you won't go inside." Hoseok didn't want Jimin to know about his past. If he had it his way the younger wouldn't know a damn thing about him. Jimin nodded slowly. Whatever was behind the door Hoseok wasn't willing to tell him about anytime soon. He would have to figure it out for himself. "Alright, now that you know where everything is. I have some rules." Jimin groaned, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, I know. But this is for your safety." Jimin had heard that before. Ravi said the same thing. "I honestly could care less what you do, but I want to know what's going on. If you leave tell me before hand. Curfew is at 11:30. That's pretty much it. Oh, and clean up after yourself. I'm not a maid." Jimin snorted. He was okay with that. At least he could do whatever he wanted. "Now, I have to go back to work and I have to get your stuff from the evidence locker. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in about two hours." The younger saluted Hoseok.

"I won't move a muscle general." Hoseok rolled his eyes, leaving Jimin behind.

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Jimin stared at the white door. He wanted to know what was behind it, but he also didn't want to disrespect Hoseok. He had already wasted an hour and a half doing nothing. He didn't want to be caught snooping. He sighed, grabbing the handle, opening the door. Jimin narrowed his eyes. He was confused. Hoseok made it seem as if this room was horrible. Like he had something to hide. It was just a bedroom.

Nothing seemed out of place here. There were two beds on the far right wall separated by a closet, and to the left of the door was a dresser stacked with picture frames. There was nothing else. The room was very simple. Jimin walked to the dresser. He ran his hands over the scratched wood. It was old as far as Jimin could tell. He picked up one of the frames closest to him. In the photo was two young boys. He knew one of them was Hoseok. That older hadn't changed that much. But the other boy was unknown to him. Who could it be? He put the frame down and continued to look over the dresser. Most of the frames were filled with pictures of Hoseok and the other boy, but one frame caught his eye. It had a single paper drawing in it. Jimin picked it up to get a better look. It was a children's drawing. The drawing was sloppy, but distinguishable. It was a person in a cape. It was colored with the same green and yellow markers that are on the door. On the side of the drawing were words that read, 'Super Hobi, love Donghyun.' Who was Donghyun? And why did Hoseok want to keep him a secret. Before he could process what he found sharp words entered his ears.

"Get out."

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Jimin turned sharply to Hoseok's voice. The older was standing in the doorway face clouded in anger. "Get out." Jimin put the framed drawing down. He looked down at the floor, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't..." Hoseok interrupted him.

"Get out! Don't you listen, brat?! You promised never to come in here. I can't even trust you to do that. I should've left you behind with that bastard. Just get out you stupid whore!" Jim was taken back. He had never expected Hoseok to say something like that. The older had been nothing but nice to him, buying him clothes, buying him his favorite foods and protecting him. Hoseok had saved him only to turn angry for something like this. He closed his eyes tears threatening to spill out.

"I'm sorry." Jimin repeated, rushing past Hoseok. He didn't understand why the older was so mad at him. It was just an empty bedroom. What was so wrong?

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Hoseok closed the door to his old room. He hadn't been in here in quite some time. He didn't want to be reminded of his childhood. Donghyun should still be here, Hoseok should be telling him to continue drawing, the younger should still be calling him Hobi. He should've protected Donghyun better. He sighed, moving toward the dresser. Jimin had been looking at the picture Donghyun drew when they first came here. The younger always saw him as some kind of hero. But Hoseok never saw himself as one, especially not now. He had yelled at Jimin for practically no reason. Sure, he had been mad at the younger for going into the room even after he told him not too, but that didn't mean he had to yell at the boy. He really didn't have to call him a whore either. He just didn't want Jimin to know about his past. Hoseok looked over the pictures quickly. "I'm sorry Jude." He frowned, movong through the room. This was Ravi's fault. It was his fault Donghyun was missing, it was his fault other children were not safe, it was his fault he was stuck with Jimin. He ran a hand through his hair. Hoseok couldn't keep thinking that way. In all honesty, Jimin was stuck with him. If anyone was to blame it was himself. He sighed, walking out of the room. He would have to apologize to Jimin. He was not looking foreward to that.

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Hoseok carried a plate with two slices of pizza up the stairs. He hadn't been upstairs since his uncle was arrested. "Hey, Jimin-ah." Hoseok spoke softly.

"Go away." Came a muffled reply. Hoseok looked around the room trying to spot Jimin. The younger was sitting on the bed, knees tucked into his chest.

"I made pizza." The younger didn't budge. Hoseok sat the plate down on the bed side table, before sitting next to Jimin. He looked so small and fragile compared to earlier. 

"Leave me alone." Hoseok smiled sadly. He knew this would happen. He said some horrible things to the younger.

"Jimin-ah, I'm really sorry." Jimin turned slightly away from Hoseok. He didn't believe him at all. He had gotten yelled at for no reason. It reminded him of all the times Ravi yelled at him and sent him to The Punisher.

"You yell really loud. And you called me a whore. I'm not a whore." Jimin had been hearong that for most of his life, but he never learned what it meant. He just knew it was something bad. He wasn't bad.

"I know. I never should've said those things to you. I was just upset that you didn't listen. I have somethings that I don't want people to know about. Things that I'm scared to think about." Jimin turned back to look at Hoseok. He was even more curious.

"How can you be scared of anything? You're a cop, aren't they all brave?" Hoseok chuckled.

"Cops can still get scared. We're human, we have feelings." Jimin nodded slowly. He believed that. He had seen it. Jimin looked down at the bed with a faint smile. He was glad Hoseok had come back to apologize. Ravi had never done that. Hoseok noticed the smile on Jimin's face. He wanted to know why, but he wasn't going too. He would let the younger have his happiness.

"I'm sorry too."

"What for?" Jimin looked up at Hoseok again. He knew the older was having a hard time adjusting to him and he was only making it harder. 

"For not listening. I was just really curious. I didn't mean..." Hoseok interrupted him.

"It's okay. I know." Jimin looked down at his feet. Hoseok sighed. In this moment the younger reminded him of Donghyun. His brother had a habit of feeling gulity even if something wasn't entirely his fault. Hoseok pushed the younger slightly. Jimin turned toward Hoseok more. "Don't look so down. You'll get premature wrinkles." The younger smiled slightly. He was glad Hoseok wasn't mad at him anymore. He wouldn't know what to do if the older stayed mad. "Alright, enough of this sappy stuff. Eat up and get some sleep, okay. I'll see you in the morning."

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Jimin laid on the bed looking at the ceiling. He didn't know the exact time, but he had feeling it was getting close to one in the morning. After Hoseok left, he ate a slice and a half of pizza and got ready for bed. But he couldn't close his eyes. He could hear the wind whistling through the walls, the floors were creaking, and the room seemed too dark even with the lamp on. He didn't like the silence. It scared him. He never had to worry about this at the agency. He usually had at least one model sharing his bed and they all have their own sleeping quirks that kept the silence away. He sat up slowly, sighing. He wasn't going to be getting sleep anytime soon, unless he did something. But what?

Jimin made his way to Hoseok's room. The older had told him not to come in unless it was an emergency. This was an emergency right? He pushed open Hoseok's door slowly. He didn't want to startle the sleeping man by being loud. "Hoseok?" Jimin whispered, moving through the dark room. The older mumbled something from his bed, but didn't awaken. The younger stood next to Hoseok's bed. It was hard to make out his features, but Jimin could tell Hoseok was sleeping peacefully. He felt really bad about waking him. "Um, Hobi?" Hoseok's eyes flashed open. The voice speaking was small and slightly scared. Why was Jimin scared? He sat up slightly, leaning against the headboard.

"Jimin, why are you awake. Don't you know it's..." Hoseok looked over at his clock. His eyes widened slightly before looking back at the younger. "1:30 in the morning." Jimin looked down at the floor. He didn't want to admit that the house scared him, he didn't want to admit that he hated sleeping alone, he didn't want to admit he was scared of the dark. He shook his head. He didn't want Hoseok to think he was a child, he wasn't. He had been forced to become an adult early on and he wasn't about to seem childish for a dumb fear. He was almost twenty for pete's sake. "Jimin-ah, I can't do anything if you don't tell me what's going on." Jimin looked up at Hoseok. He gulped before speaking.

"I'm scared. It's too dark and the sounds are weird. I don't like it." Hoseok smiled sadly. It was strange seeing the younger like this. When he had first meet Jimin he thought the younger was brave, strong, and had seen so much, but he had to remember Jimin was still a child. A child, who had seen horrible things, had to protect himself and a 'family', and had to grow up way too fast. Jimin never had a proper childhood. The only thing he probably remembered was the agency, the models, and Ravi. "I just don't want to be alone. I'm scared." Hoseok sighed. He hated this. He hated having to deal with this. He was not capable of handling so much pure emotion from this boy. He couldn't do it. He should've told Kogyeol to shove it.

"Alright." Hoseok gave in. He was tired and he had to go to work in a few hours. He wouldn't admit it out loud that he just wanted Jimin to stop looking so sad. "Just for tonight, we can share the bed. Don't make this a habit." The younger nodded slowly, climbing into bed next to Hoseok. The older sighed, scooting over to give Jimin room. The younger didn't need much, he was fairly small, too small for Hoseok's liking. Jimin rolled on his side facing away from Hoseok.

"Thank you Hobi." Jimin said around a yawn. Hoseok flinched at the name. He didn't think he'd get used to Jimin calling him that, but he wouldn't say anything. 

"Dont mention it."

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Hoseok woke to unsettling sounds and small hands gripping his shirt tightly. Hoseok had to wait for his eyes to adjust to the darkness to see what was causing the disturbance. He looked down, seeing Jimin. The younger was curled into his side, shaking and mumbling in his sleep. Hoseok didn't know what to do. He had never had to comfort someone who was having a nightmare. He only wrapped his arms around the shivering boy. 

"Please..." Jimin groaned, moving closer to Hoseok. "Stop, I'm sorry... Didn't mean it... Ravi... Sorry." Hoseok listen to Jimin talk. He wondered what the younger was dreaming about. He rubbed small circles into Jimin's back trying to soothe him. The boy's mumbling stopped but he continued to shiver. Hoseok sighed. He would have to wake up Jimin to get his nightmare to stop. He didn't want to. The boy hadn't been asleep that long and he wished for Jimin to stay asleep. 

"Jimin-ah. Wake up. C'mon." Jimin eyes popped open. He was still shaking, his eyes wide.

"Hobi?" Hoseok tightened his grip on Jimin. The younger's eyes filled with tears. 

"Shh. I'm here, it's okay." Hoseok shushed the younger. He hadn't signed up for this. He was only supposed to house the younger until the case was over. He didn't want to do this anymore. "You're okay. He isn't here. He can't hurt you anymore." Jimin wiped his eyes quickly. Jimin didnt know that Hoseok had cared so much. The older's action had bee all over the place and he could read him very well. 

"Hobi, I'm scared." Jimin shivered slightly. He hadn't dreamed in a long time and the one he just had was horrible. He didn't know if he could go back to sleep afterward. 

"It's okay. Just go back to sleep. I'll be here. Don't worry." Hoseok continued to rub small circles in Jimin's back. He was hoping the younger would go back to sleep so he could as well. Hani would beat his ass if he showed up tired. Jimin breathed deeply, snuggling closer to Hoseok. The older was warm and smelled of Strawberries. The warmth made the younger tired. He yawned, eyes fluttering closed. Hoseok sighed, resting his head on top of Jimin's. The younger was going to be the death of him.

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Hoseok woke up again, this time to get ready for work. He had woken up before his alarm had went off, which he was glad. He didn't want to wake a sleeping Jimin. The younger hadn't gotten much sleep from what Hoseok could tell. He hadn't gotten that much sleep either, but he had to push it off and go to work. He had a few choice words that he'd like to give Hani. He sighed, pushing the cover of himself, making sure the majority of them stayed on Jimin. The younger shifted in the bed as soon as Hoseok got up. He smiled down at the boy. He hoped Jimin would get used to this world outside of being a model. He hoped the younger would realize that everything was different here. He didn't have to be scared, no body would hurt him will he was in Hoseok's care. The older would make sure of it. 

Hoseok quickly got ready for his shift. He dressed in his uniform as usual, he grabbed a pair of shoes, ones that weren't a part of his code. He didn't care much today. He was still tired and he hadn't had his morning coffee yet. He made some breakfast, not for him, he wouldn't eat it anyway and left a note for Jimin. He stopped back in his room to cheek on the sleeping boy before leaving. He smiled, seeing Jimin snoring peacefully. He left with higher hopes than yesterday.

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"Morning Ms. Oh, Galo." Hoseok was glad that cat was back. He wouldn't have to go on another search for him. 

"Oh, morning Jae. Off to work early, I see." Hoseok chuckled. Ms. Oh had been seeing him off everyday for the past nine years. She had gotten quite used to his routine. 

"Can't get passed you, can I? Hoseok turned back to lock the door before moving closer to Ms. Oh's patch of dead grass. The elder never bothered to feed or water it, even though she was always in the garden patch everyday, making sure he vegetables were well taken care off. Apparently the grass didn't matter that much. "Ms. Oh can I ask you a favor?" He hated to ask her, but he had no other option. 

"Sure, Jae." Hoseok smiled, knowing Ms. Oh could do this very well. Jimin had to be taken of, first and foremost. No matter what.

"I have a guest staying with me. He's just a boy and I don't want to leave him all alone. Do you think you can check on him every now and then. Make sure he's eating. Oh and he's not aloud to leave. I don't want him getting lost in the city or something." Ms. Oh smiled at the younger. She didn't ask for any specifics on Hoseok's little guest, but she would make sure everything was okay in her neighbor's home. She had practically raised the boy, taking care of him and everything around him was her job. 

"No problem, Jae. I'll make sure he's got everything he needs, maybe let Galo visit." Hoseok smiled slightly. Jimin might like that. Ms. Oh snorted, trying to keep her laughter quiet. Hoseok must have not noticed that he spoke out loud. 

"Thank you. I have to go now. See you later." Ms. Oh waved at Hoseok as the younger got in his truck. She smiled brightly.

"Jimin, huh?"

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"Do you think you're funny? Sending me into a meeting with Youth Services and giving me a kid to take care of." Hani sipped on her coffee as Hoseok stomped around her office, complaining about every little thing he could think of. "I'm horrible at taking care of other human life. Have you seen how I live my life? You had to call our own squads to make sure that I was alive when I didn't come to work for three day because I was busy researching for the children's drugs case. I mean you forced me into an ice cold bath because I was falling asleep on the job. I don't sleep like normal people, I barely eat, I don't go to the store often, my best friend is an elderly woman with a cat who leaves when he gets bored. Do you really think I can take care of Jimin?" Hani sighed, putting her coffee cup down. She stood up, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Sit." Hoseok immediately sat down. He didn't want to get on Han's bad side, not today. It was her first day back and she had already been having a horrible morning. "Hoseok, do you know why I gave you this case in the first place?" He shook his head. He just thought it was because he was the only one who put 110% into every case they have ever done. Hani began pacing back and forth in front of him. "I did it because you know how to work well with kids. You don't see it, but the rest of the force does. Every case that involves kids you're the first one to volunteer to start the research. When we go on domestic calls, those kids that are tied up in the middle of the violence are always taken care of by you. You say you don't know how to take care of other human life, then what about all those time you took care of some stranger's kids? What about all those times you made a child smile when they were pain or scared? What about all the times you offered to be a babysitter to a single parent trying to get off the streets? What  about all the times you offered to give these kids clothes and food that you obviously didn't have money for? Hoseok, you have the biggest heart of everyone I know. You don't see it, but we do. I didn't assign this two you because I wanted to be an ass, although I could easily do it. I did it because I knew you would be the best at it." She stopped, looking down at him. "Stop trying to make up excuses and get back to work. I want a report on Kogyeol's desk by lunch." Hoseok nodded once, standing up. He quickly walked out of Hani's office. He didn't know Hani had thought that about him. He hadn't even noticed it all. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was going to be hard to shake Jimin now.

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Jimin woke up shivering. The bed had gotten ten times colder since he last remembered. He rolled over, opening his eyes slowly. Hoseok was gone, leaving Jimin cold. He frowned. The older was like his own personal space heater and he was no longer around. He sighed, sitting up. Hoseok must've went to work by now. Jimin climbed out of bed. He flinched as his bare feet hit the floor. He would have to find some socks before walking around. He went to Hoseok's dresser. He was sure the older wouldn't mind if he took a pair of socks, right? He opened the first drawer, searching through until he found a pair of warm enough socks. Jimin laughed, pulling them onto his feet. They were pink, fuzzy and twice his size. Hoseok wouldn't miss these. He stretched, walking out of the room to explore.

Jimin had never been left alone before. Not even when he lived with his actually family. It was new to him. Everything was quiet, but loud at the same time. He could hear birds tweeting, cars driving by, bicycle bells, and even the faucet dripping in the kitchen. Yet he felt so alone. He didn't know how Hoseok could do it. The older didn't have anyone to talk to. He just went to work and then came home. The only other person he socialized with was his neighbor, who was almost in her late fifties. That just seemed boring in Jimin's eyes. He could never deal with that. He liked having all the loudness that came from the models. He liked the annoying cartoons the younger ones loved to play on full blast. He liked the fights they had. He like the arguing that never seemed to end. He even liked hearing Ravi yelling when he came home. He missed it all. He sighed, walking into the kitchen. He didn't know if he would ever be able to make it back to them. But he was going to try.

Jimin smiled at the plate and bowls that sat on the kitchen table. Hoseok had made him breakfast. Or at least tried. There was rice, a soup dish that he couldn't name, and a few steamed egg rolls. The older had boasted about his cooking skills while they shopped yesterday, but Jimin could see he was lacking. He would still eat, as not to be wasteful, but he didn't know how good it could be. Before he sat down he noticed a note. He picked it up to read:

I went to work early. Make sure you eat, don't worry about cleaning. I'll get it when I come home. If you need anything don't be afraid to ask Ms. Oh, she's also coming over to make sure everything's okay. And if you need to call me or the station, I'll be there in thirty minutes. (xxx-xxx, xxx-xxx) -H

Jimin snorted, tosing the note aside. He wouldn't need Hoseok or Ms. Oh. He was very capable of doing things on his own. He was almost an adult and he didn't need to be treated like a baby.

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Jimin quickly got ready after he ate most of the breakfast Hoseok prepared. The rice wasn't sticky enough and the soup was way too salty. He wouldn't tell the older that though. He pulled his new sweater over his head. It was slightly bigger than him, but he didn't mind. He always liked his sweaters to be big, it kept him warmer. He was glad that Hoseok let him pick out what he wanted to wear. Jimin, didn't bother putting on shoes or socks, Hoseok's socks were placed in his bag. He wasn't giving them back.

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Jimin walked out of the house. He didn't lock the door. He wasn't about to get locked out of his new home, regardless of how he didn't want to be here. He wanted to feel the outside air again. He loved the sun on his face and bare feet. He never got this at the agency. It was all artificial lighting. "You must be Jae's guest." Jimin looked over at the voice that called him, Ms. Oh. He bowed respectfully before walking closer to her side of the fence. 

"I'm Park Ji Min." Ms. Oh smiled at the boy. She could see why Hoseok was worried. Jimin was very small, not just in height, but weight as well. It was almost as if he hadn't been eating properly. He could a break a bone if he wasn't careful.

"Nice to meet you Jimin. I'm Oh Chae Hyun, but call me Ms. Oh. I'm sure Jae has told you as such." He nodded slightly. "So, what has brought you to the fence, kid." Jimin smiled broadly. 

"I get to be outside. It feels nice and warm." Ms. Oh's smile faltered at the words. Had Jimin never been outside before? She didn't say anything and let the boy talk. "It's quiet here too, not like back home. The city is much louder." Ms. Oh nodded. So, Jimin was a city boy. She didn't know much about the city, she had always lived here in a little town just a short walking distance away from the nearest corner store and many miles away from the first downtown building.

"Well, you can always come over here if you like. Galo needs new friends and my grandson just got back, he's around your age maybe a year younger. He hasn't been out in a while. You can force him out. He needs fresh air." Jimin laughed. He wasn't up for something like that, but the way Ms. Oh talked was strangely amusing. 

"Yeah, that'll be cool. Um, but I have to go back inside. I have to clean a bit, before Hoseok gets home." Ms. Oh nodded, waving the boy off. She watched him walk back into the house, dirty bare feet and all. She sighed. Hoseok had a lot on his hands these days.

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Despite Hoseok telling him not to clean, Jimin did anyway. He never like leaving messes, it made him uncomfortable. Besides, he wanted a clean house for his snooping later. He needed to find a coumpter and what better way to find one than through cleaning. The kitchen was easily cleaned. Hoseok didn't leave much of a mess and Jimin didn't bother putting away any left over food. He wouldn't eat it.

He didn't have much to clean. Since Hoseok lived on his own, he wasn't always cleaning up after someone else like Jimin used to. He sighed, going back to Hoseok's room. He missed the boys. He missed Bam and his annoying laughter. He missed the twins and their matching smiles. He missed Jiwoo and his way too bright personality. He missed the closeness of Chaseok and Daehun. He missed Minjee's terrible cooking. But most of all he missed Soonyoung. The younger was the mold that kept them all together. He kept the twins from fighting, he kept Minjee from accidentally poisoning them, and he kept Jimin sane. He might've been the one the kept them all safe, but Soonyoung was the one that kept them alive. Without him none of them would have made it. He groaned, searching through Hoseok's things. This was harder than he thought.

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He eventually found the laptop. Hoseok stuffed it on a shelf underneath unopened letters and manila folders. He sat down on the bed to begin signing in. Luckily Hoseok didn't have a password and he easily made it online. Jimin loaded up Skype from internet explorer. It was slow, but it was the only browser the laptop had. He sighed, waiting. He had no idea how long he had until Hoseok came back, but he knew he didn't want to be caught.

The connection was crap, but Jimin managed to get through to Ravi. "Baby, I've missed you. Where'd you go?" Jimin resisted the urge to shudder. He still hated the way Ravi talked to him, like they were a happy couple.

"Ravi, what happened? Why weren't you at home?" He ignored the holder's question. He didn't want Ravi to know that he was housed with a cop.

"I was on business. I told you that, love. Now where are you?" Ravi wasn't going to let the younger off the hook. He needed to keep track of his most prized possession.

"I'm safe." Jimin responded. He really didn't want Ravi to know he was with Hoseok. The older would be upset with him. "It doesn't matter. I'm coming home soon." Ravi sighed. He was glad that Jimin was determined to get back to him. The other models were starting to annoy him. "I just need to know where you are." The older gulped. He couldn't reveal that. He knew Jimin wouldn't give away the hideout on purpose, but he still had to be cautious.

"I can't say baby. But there is a building where I'm meeting with," he paused thinking of how to phrase it. He couldn't tell Jimin who he was meeting. It could get them both killed. "Contractors." Jimin nodded. He was ready to go home.

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Hoseok went home with a heavy heart. Hani listed all the reasons why she trusted him to take care of Jimin. No matter how much he complained she wouldn't budge. He was stuck with the younger boy.

Hoseok skipped over the meeting with Kogyeol, he was going to avoid Youth Services as much as possible, and tried finding Jimin in the database himself. It was hard at first since he didn't know Jimin's last name and it seemed Jimin was pretty common. He didn't know it was mostly used for girls though. The first fifteen, at least, were all female: Kwon Ji Min, Oh Ji Min, Hong Ji Min, and so on. He eventually came across a news cast about a missing boy of the name Park Jimin.

"Today, residents of a local neighborhood in Busan report their son missing after fire broke out in their home. We now go to Kim Ilhan on the scene."

"Thank you. I'm standing here with brother Park Jihyun. Can you tell me what happened.

"Early this morning there was like a loud expolsion somewhere down stairs. It woke us all up. And then there was a small fire and smoke. Luckily my dad has a fire extinguisher."

"And what about your brother?"

"After my mom calmed down my dad and fire control said it was safe, we went back inside and that's when we noticed Jimin was gone."

Hoseok stopped the video. He knew this is what he was looking for. Jihyun looked exactly like Jimin. He was surprised that the news cast was dated ten years ago. Jimin's been missing for ten years. Hoseok had to put a stop to Ravi now or this would keep happening.

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He pushed a hand through his hair stepping out of his truck. Ten years and they were still looking for Jimin. He couldn't believe it. "Welcome home. Long day?" Ms. Oh greeted, as usual. He smiled at her. How many times a day could a person water their garden?

"As always. How's Jimin?" She smiled at Hoseok. She had really grown fond of the young boy.

"He's good. Such a charming boy. He should be coming back out soon. He wanted to get a treat for Galo." Ms. Oh scrtached the large tabby who was laying on the only flat part of the fence. Hoseok nodded, opening his mouth to speak, but a chirper voice stopped him.

"Ahjumma, I have it!" Jimin ran from the front porch to the fence, a small bowl in hand. He completely ignored Hoseok and straight toward Galo. "I didn't know what type of fish he might like so I have Sashami and grilled Salmon." Jimin patted the top of Galo's head getting his attention. The cat peeked at the bowl and Jimin immediately gave him a piece of fish.

"Galo likes anything." Hoseok mumbled, remembering summer cook outs and his missing bell pepper. Ms. Oh laughed, taking a piece of grilled Salmon, giving it to Galo. The cat was pretty pleased with all the attention. Hoseok rolled his eyes, looking over at Jimin. He looked happy, unlike yesterday when he looked angry with the world. His clothes were less tight and he looked cleaner. Hoseok's eyes stopped at Jimin's feet. They were bare, scratched on the top, scared on the sides and dirt covered. "Where are your shoes Jimin-ssi? It's still cold." Jimin looked up at Hoseok, then at his feet and back.

"Didn't want to wear them. I like it like this." Hoseok sighed.

"You're supposed to wear shoes. You'll get sick." Jimin scoffed, going back to feeding Galo.

"Oh let him be, Jae." He's not hurting anything." Hoseok rolled his eyes. He didn't want to argue with Ms. Oh. He wouldn't win. "By the way Jae, I'm having a dinner to welcome back my grandson. I would like it if you and Jimin could come over." Hoseok nodded, looking at Jimin again.

"Sure, I need to get out of the house. We'll be there."

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"Do I have to?" Jimin asked, watching Hoseok search through his dresser. He didn't know how he ended up in Hoseok's room or on his bed, but he didn't plan on going anywhere.

"Yes, you do. There's no getting out of something like this. Not with Ms. Oh. Besides, you can't just stay inside all day." Hoseok turned to look at the younger. Jimin was sitting cross-legged on his bed.

"But I haven't been inside all day. I was out with Ms. Oh and Galo." Hoseok laughed. That was true. He couldn't get the younger to shut up about his day outside.

"Yes, I know. But we have to meet her grandson. He's around your age I guess. Ms. Oh hasn't stopped talking about him for three days." Jimin groaned, throwing his hands in the air.

"But why? Its like she's trying to make us friends. I don't need friends." Hoseok snorted. He had said something like that before Jude was taken.

"You never know. You might like him. Just give it a chance, yeah?" Jimin sighed. He really didn't want to. But Ms. Oh was persistent and he wasn't going to get on her bad side.

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Hoseok didn't force Jimin to wear shoes, but he made sure the younger put on socks before stepping foot into Ms. Oh's home. "Welcome Jae, Jimin." The pair bowed respectfully.

"Hello Ms. Oh." She smiled brightly at Jimin. She didn't know how Hoseok got the younger out of the house. She could tell Jimin wasn't exactly fond of meeting new people. Ms. Oh turned from the two, gesturing for them to follow her.

"B, come meet the neighbors!" Ms. Oh called up the stairs as they passed. B must've been a nickname.

"Coming!" Came a muffled reply.

"He's such a sweet boy. It's so sad what happened to him." Jimin frowned. What happened to him? Hoseok and Jimin stopped outside of the dinning room. The older sighed, taking in the sights. It had been a long time since he had been in Ms. Oh's home. Jimin sighed as well, but for a whole different reason. He didn't want to be here. He just wanted to find Ravi and see his family. That's all he wanted, to have his family back.

"Gram, did you need help?" B's voice came from the kitchen. Was there another door?

"No. Go greet our guests. Stop worrying about me." B chuckled, moving through the dinning room.

"Okay, okay." B stopped in the door, bowing. "Hi, I'm..."

"BamBam?" Jimin cut the boy off staring wide-eyed at him.

"Hyung?"

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BamBam engulfed Jimin in a hug. The older gripped him tightly. He couldn't belive BamBam was here, alive and well. "Wait, you know him?"Jimin snorted, releasing BamBam.

"Way to ruin a moment. Yes, I know him. We were models together." Jimin turned back to the younger. "I thought you were taken. I saw you being dragged with Soonyoung." BamBam sighed.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you later. But, I fought back like you taught me. And I tried to save him too, but all I got was this." He reached into his pocket, revealing a piece of jewerly. Jimin gasped, taking it from the younger.

"Soonyoung's necklace." He quickly clasped the item around his neck. The star swung slightly before resting in the middle of Jimin's chest. He sighed, thinking about Soonyoung. He must be so terrified. He narrowed his eyes, those men were going to pay for what they did to the models, his family. 

"Hyung, I have something else to tell you." BamBam looked up at Hoseok. The older was staring at the pair intently. He wanted tp know what was going on between them. He didn't remember where all the models had been sent to and honestly he didn't even know BamBam was one of them. The younger boy might be a big help in the investigation. BamBam frowned, leaning over to whisper in Jimin's ear. "I'll tell you after dinner. When we don't have listening ears." Jimin looked up at Hoseok. He shook his head. Why was he still standing there? That man was going to get on Jimin's nerves sooner or later.

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After dinner, BamBam asked Ms. Oh if he could show Jimin around the town. It took a lot of convincing for Hoseok to finally let in. He thought it might be dangerous, but he also didn't fully trust this BamBam kid either. He didn't mention that out loud. "Remember your curfew Jimin." Was Hoseok's last statement before the two boys left the house.

"A curfew? Seriously?" Jimin ran a hand through his hair.

"It isn't so bad. I guess he just doesn't want me to get taken again. I can't really blame him though." Jimin had heard some very interesting things about Hoseok that he didn't expect. Those officers he works with don't really care about privacy much.

"Whatever. You're not turning soft for police are you?" Jimin shook his head, scoffing. 

"Absolutely not. I don't trust him, but he hasn't been that bad. He bought me clothes. And food. But other than that, he's still a cop. No good can come from him. So Bam, what exactly did you want to tell me?" The boys had been walking for a short while now, BamBam leading them to a park. 

"It's about Ravi." The younger spoke harshly. Jimin frowned. What could BamBam possibly say about Ravi. He sat down on the swing, waiting for the younger to say whatever he had to. BamBam placed his hands in his hoodie pockets and stood in front of Jimin. "He wasn't running a modelling agency. We were in a human traffic ring."

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Jimin couldn't believe what BamBam was telling him. There was no way Ravi could do that. Sure, he had done bad things to them, to him especially, but he wouldn't go that far would he? "I saw it before I ran away. There were so many of them. All 'models.' Just suffering. We were the lucky ones, hyung. Ravi treated us better, but we weren't safe. Those men, the ones in the black suits, were the transporters. They were there to take us somewhere to be sold. Ravi was trying to sell us off. All those models that left before Chaseok and the twins got there were just being sold. Ravi lied to us. He wasn't going to move us somewhere bigger. He was going to sell us. He was going to make money." Jimin listened, closely to every word BamBam was saying. He couldn't believe it, but he knew the younger had to be right. He had seen it. "The worse part was he was going to keep you. I heard him. He wanted us gone and he wanted to keep his 'good little pet.' " Jimin shuddered at the thought. He wasn't an animal and he definitely wasn't someone's pet.

"Well that settles it." Jimin stood up from the swing, dusting nonexistent dirt from his jeans.

"Settles what?" BamBam asked, head crocked to the side.

"I'm saving our family."

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"What do you mean no?" Jimin once again found himself on Hoseok's bed. It was really nice here, not like his room upstairs.

"Exactly what I said, Jimin. No." Hoseok was trying to get ready for bed. He was tired after chasing around Galo. That cat needed to learn not all food was his. 

"But, I wanna know what it's like to work as a cop. I wanna see it. Please." Jimin lied through his teeth. Well, it wasn't completely a lie. He really did want to know how Hoseok worked, but he also wanted to know what happened to the rest of his family. Those cops should know about it. They sure knew a lot about other people's private lives.

"It's dangerous. You never know if you'll live or die. There, now you know what's like to be a cop." Jimin sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. Hoseok wasn't being fair. He had been locked up for most of his life and now Hoseok wasn't going to let him out.

"But you said that you wanted me to get out of the house. Wouldn't this be a good time to do it?" Hoseok turned to look at Jimin. The yonger looked so small, with his oversized sweater and puffy lips. He sighed.

"Fine, just don't get in the way. The station is a very busy place."

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Hoseok wasn't kidding. The station was a big bundle of noise and people scattering around. How was he supposed to go snooping if there was so many people. He stuck close to Hoseok's side. The noise didn't sit well with him, in fact it scared him just a tiny bit. "This is my office. Stay here for a bit. I have to go talk to Hani." Jimin nodded, walking into the small office. He sat down in the chair facing the computer and watched Hoseok walk to the office directly across from his own.

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"You brought him back?!" Hoseok sighed, siting down at the desk. He knew that Hani was going to get on his case for this.

"I didn't have a choice. He practically begged for me to bring him." She rolled her eyes, moving to the window that faced all of the other offices and cubicals. She looked directly into Hoseok's where Jimin was sitting at his desk. The younger looked up at from the computer, meeting her eyes. He smiled slightly at her and gave her a small wave. She smiled back before turning to Hoseok.

"Did you find anything else?" She wouldn't waste her energy on something like this. She had bigger things to do. 

"Yeah." Hoseok looked up at her through his bangs. She sighed, looking back out the window.

"Bring me the files. We have a lot to discuss."

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Jimin stared at Hoseok and Hani through the window. The two seemed really close. Closer than an 'officer' and 'chief' should be. He wondered what all of that was about. He worry about it later. Right now he had to do some research. While he was stuck in Hoseok's office, he could go through all the older's files. He felt slightly gulity about it, but what he was the most worried about was being caught. He could get in so much trouble for this. It was way beyong illegal. He shook his head, opening up files that had been left out in the open. Hoseok should really clean up his work space. 

File after file, Jimin continued to search and found nothing of importance. Most of the files were on drug busts and domestc violence, all closed cases. This was getting pointless. He wasn't going to be able find anything on Ravi and the other models at this rate.

"Hoseok! I'm b..." A voice started to call out for Hoseok, but stopped short, eyes falling on Jimin. The boy looked up to see a man standing in the door way arms crossed. He gulped, closing the file he had been looking through. He was in so much trouble.

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Jimin stared at the man that stood in the door way. He tried to slump further into the chair he was sitting in. He wanted to hide away from him. Even though he put on brave face for his family, he didn't do it very well on his own. "Who are you? And what are you doing in Hoseok's office?" The man closed the door before moving further into the room. Jimin looked over the man once more. He was shorter than most, still taller than him, he had slightly curly bleached blonde hair that fell over thin circle frammed glasses, freckles lined his pale cheeks, and he was dressed casually, holey skinny jeans, a black hoodie that had 'Sorry Bae' written in light green cursive on the center, and gray converse. Jimin bit his lip, looking down at the floor.

"I'm Jimin, sir." He didn't know what to call the other man. He didn't even know how he knew Hoseok or why he was here. The other snorted, pulling up a chair in front of Jimin. He sat down, eyes never moving off the small boy.

"Don't call me sir. It's Yoongi. Hyung's even better." Jimin looked up at the man again, a small smile forming on his face. Yoongi still looked intimadating, but he wasn't as scary as before. "So what are you doing in Hoseok's office." Jimin frowned. He didn't want to let Yoongi know why he was here. He wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. He just pressured Hosoek into letting him come.

"I'm part of a case Hoseok is working on. The model case." He stated. Yoongi smirked, leaning back in the chair.

"He's been working on that since I left the force. He hasn't given up I see." 

"You were a cop?" Jimin asked, confused. He couldn't see someone like Yoongi as a cop. The older shook his head.

"Nah, don't trust cops. I was a private investigator. Didn't like it much." He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I worked with Hoseok a lot back then. Gave him inside information. If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be on this case." Jimin hummed in response. He didn't know that. Actually he didn't know much about Hoseok, other than he had a younger brother that dissapeared, as was told by some fat guy in a uniform. "Jimin?" Yoongi's voice broke the younger's thoughts.

"Yes?" He blinked at the older. Yoongi's face had softened slightly as he looked over Jimin.

"Go easy on Hoseok. He's had a hard time. He always tries to do everything by himself even when he needs help. He always thinks that he has to prove his worth. He hasn't been the same since," He shook his head. "You seem like a good kid. I can tell by the softness of your eyes. Just," He let out a shaky breath, leaning forward to rest his head against his hands. "Take care of him from time to time. Okay? Can you promise me that?" Jimin nodded slightly. He didn't know what Yoongi was talking about, but he knew Hoseok must've meant a lot to Yoongi. He wouldn't let the older down.

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Hoseok made his way back to his office, numerous files in his hands. He would have a long night organizing them. He sighed, opening up the door to his office. He was hit with the strong sounds of laughter and voices. "A dancer, huh? I don't think so. Try again." He scruntched up his nose, re-closing the door once he stepped inside. The other two people inside didn't even notice his arrival.

"Okay, how about a math teacher. You have the glasses for it." Hoseok snorted. Whoever Jimin was talking to thought the idea of being a teacher was such a joke.

"Not even close. I never liked math much." Hoseok sat his files down on the desk, finally catching the pair's attention.

"You didn't like school much either, hyung. Let's not leave that out." He flased the Yoongi a bright smile, before pulling up another chair. He sat down next to Yoongi. The older shook his head with a sigh.

"Aish, this kid. Interrupting our conversation. Can you believe it Min?" Jimin nodded, looking over at Hoseok. The older looked tired, more so than this morning when he rushed the both of them out the door. Yoongi turned to look at Hoseok, placing a hand on his thigh. He gave a quick squeeze. "Didn't think you'd still be working this early Seok. Still don't sleep." Hoseok shook his head, laughing.

"I get more sleep now that I don't have you lounging in my bed." Yoongi snorted.

"Don't tell me you didn't like it." Hoseok rolled his eyes, pushing the older's hand off his leg. He turned to Jimin. The younger smiled slightly at the two, as if found out a big secret that he couldn't wait to tell the world.

"So what have you two been doing in here while I was busy doing something productive?" Yoongi fained a hurt heart, pressing his hand against his chest. Jimin gave out a small chuckle watching Yoongi.

"I'll have you know. Jimin-ah and I have been having a very interesting conversation. He was telling me about his family and before you showed up he was trying to guess my job. So far we've gotten accountant, dancer, and math teacher. But he's still wrong." Jimin scrunched up nose. Yoongi reached over and pinched the younger's cheeks. "Too cute. Can't believe this mochi is stuck with a prude like you. He'd have a lot more fun with someone like Sang Hyun." Hoseok snorted, processing what Yoongi had just said. Something about Jimin's family. 

"Yeah, I bet. Hey, Jimin do you want to see more of the station? You can go bother Hani for a tour." Jimin perked up at that. He nodded, enthuastically. "Just go to that office over there." He pointed out the window. "You can't miss her." He was prepared to take the heat for this later as well. But he didn't mind if he could get some information out of it. Jimin stood up and bowed to two older men. 

"See you later Yoongi-hyung." He said, rushing out of the room. Yoongi smiled, watching the boy leave.

"What a cute kid." He mumbled, turning to look at Hoseok. He sighed slightly, notcing the face the younger was making. "What do you want to know?"

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Yoongi sighed, leaning back in the chair. Hoseok really hadn't changed much since the last time he had seen the younger. His hair was slightly longer and he should probably get it cut soon. Hoseok didn't waste anytime getting to the point. "What did he tell you?"

"Not as much as you think. That kid locks himself up more than I do. A good trait, honestly. Can't trust anyone." Hoseok rolled his eyes. Yoongi had always been known for his skepticism. The older could never open up for anyone. He barely did for Hoseok. "He just said that he used to live in Busan before going to Seoul and that his brothers, all eight of them missed him. He also said he had just found out one of the eight lived next door to him and he really wanted to go back to see the others. But he doesn't exactly know where they are. Did you know anything about that?" Hoseok nodded, slowly.

"There were nine models in that building including Jimin. The rest of them were like family to him. He'd been living in that building for ten years. One of the models is my neighbor's grandson. The other seven are still out there somewhere. We sent home a few so four are still missing." Hoseok pushed a hand through his hair, pulling a file from the huge stack. He flipped it open and slid it over to Yoongi. "I know you're not on the force anymore, but this is really important. Park Jimin, eighteen, family of five, hometown Busan. Can you try to locate his family?" Yoongi sighed, looking down at the file. He narrowed his eyes. This wasn't a Youth Services folder.

"Hoseok-ah, are you going off the books?" The younger nodded slightly, looking through another folder.

"I have to. They know nothing about Jimin. He wouldn't even let us take him to the hospital. Wouldn't even speak of his family. It was as if they didn't exist." Yoongi smirked, closing the file.

"Can't blame him. I'll try my best. What do you want me to do if I find them?" Hoseok looked up from his work to turn to Yoongi.

"Just ask about their son. Don't tell them we found him. I'm still looking into the agency he was from. Tell them we're doing as much as we can to bring their son back, that the kidnapped boys are slowly being recovered. Don't give them false hope. You know how to do your job." Yoongi sighed. He didn't mention to Hoseok that this was no longer his job. He left the force because of things like this. He couldn't handle all the hurt families. He might've looked cold-hearted, but he honestly wasn't and he knew Hoseok couldn't take much more of this. He didn't have a heart for things such as this. He stood up, picking the file up as well.

"I'll see you later." He turned to walk out of his office, but stopped short of the door when he remembered something. "Oh, and Hoseok. Keep an eye on that kid. He might look shy and quiet, but he's pretty cunning." Hoseok opened his mouth to ask what the older meant but he was already gone.

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Jimin followed Hani to the Youth Services room. She hadn't even asked what he had wanted before dropping him off. "I'm going to kill him. Stay here and don't move. Kogyeol will be back soon." She quickly left the office, mumbling, "I don't have time for this." Jimin snorted watching her leave. Hani was a pretty nice person, she didn't give Jimin a hard time for barging into her office. She just didn't have time for him at the moment. He could only assume she was super busy, being the chief and all. He sat down in a chair and patiently waited for Kogyeol.

"Hey Kogyeol-ssi." Jimin spoke as soon as the older entered his office. The man squeaked, surprised by the voice. Jimin laughed, noting the Kogyeol's slightly awkward defensive stance. He sighed, pushing a hand through his hair.

"What are you doing here Jimin-ah?" The younger smiled. He pushed his hands into his lap, feigning innocence.

"Hoseok got to busy for me and unnie said to wait here for you. I need someone to entertain me." Kogyeol sighed again, looking down at all his paperwork. He honestly didn't have time to watch after Jimin, but he couldn't send to him anyone else.

"Okay. How can I entertain you?" Jimin smiled, swinging his feet back and forth.

"Can you tell me about the other models?"

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Kogyeol was breaking all sorts of rules, but Jimin wouldn't get off his case about it. "We found their homes and sent them home. Four in total. You're the only one who wouldn't let us send you home." He wanted to ask why Jimin didn't want to go home, but would be unethical. Jimin slumped back in his seat. He hadn't found out what he wanted to know. Kogyeol had only told him stuff he already knew. He sighed, scrunching up his nose.

"I can't go home." He said simply.

"And why not?" Kogyeol was back in advisor mode. He needed this sort of information for his file.

"They don't want me. Jihyun was the only one there for me. Besides I have another family that I have to take care of." Jimin pursed his lips in thought. Kogyeol was the last person he could get anything out of, but the older wasn't going to budge. He had protocol to follow. Jimin wasn't even going to bother asking him at this point. He'd just have to figure it out on his own. "But it doesn't matter. Thanks Kogyeol-ssi." The older smiled slightly at Jimin. He didn't have anything else to say. He had never been at a lose for words before. He sighed, looking down at his files. Even though he didn't know what to say. He knew what to do. Kogyeol was going to try his damnedest to get Jimin back home if it killed him.

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Hoseok didn't waste anytime looking for more leads. With Yoongi's help he could probably close this case in a month or two. He would just have to work extra hard. He ran a hand through his hair, sitting down at his desk. But where was he going to start?

Every video clip, every newscast, every interview only gave him the same information he already knew. He was getting frustrated. Hoseok clicked on another link, hoping it would give him something useful. The page loaded slowly, increasing Hoseok's frustration. He didn't have time for this. The page finally loaded, revealing a very interesting head line.

'Ravi reveals new company building.'

Hoseok skimmed through the article trying to find a picture or address but Ravi wouldn't be that dumb. It took months to find the last building. He wouldn't just give it up so easily.

' "It's not open yet. We lost a few models in a bust while I was in a conference but we're hoping to open in the next few days. I'm glad Seoul has so many open warehouses." '

Warehouses? Hoseok stopped looking through the article. He only knew one place in Seoul that had empty and abandoned warehouses. Ravi wasn't as clever as he thought.

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"You're gonna be the death of me Jung Hoseok." Yoongi waited outside of the station after his meeting with the younger. He knew Hoseok was just itching to find Ravi and end this case. He wanted to find Donghyun. That's call he ever cared about. Yoongi had told him thousands of times, Donghyun was long gone there was no way a boy his age and size could survive in the clutches of Ravi, but Hoseok refused to listen to him. He had focused most of his career on finding his brother regardless of what his boyfriend, or well ex-boyfriend told him. "Three, two, one." Yoongi counted down Hoseok's appearance and sure enough he emerged from the station doors, keys in hand. Yoongi stared at the younger as he crossed the parking lot. "Where is he going fully loaded? Hoseok, I swear..." Yoongi slowly pulled put of his parking spot, following behind Hoseok's truck. He was really going to be the death of Yoongi.

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Hoseok pulled up to the last abandoned warehouse in Seoul. He was in the red light district and he felt very uncomfortable. This was the run down part of Seoul no one wanted to be in. The part that he had been advised never to go into alone. He sighed, getting out of his truck. This had to be the place all the other warehouses had either been torn down or were condemned. He made sure he had everything he would need if he had an encounter with Ravi. He began to make his way toward the building, but a voice stopped him. "Are you fucking stupid?" Hoseok quickly turned on his heels to be met with very angry blue eyes. He fumbled with words causing Yoongi to snort. "I'll take that as a yes. Do you even know where you are? People here would just love to eat up a pretty boy like you. God Hoseok, don't you ever think before you something?" Hoseok stared hard at Yoongi.

"What are you doing here Yoongi? Shouldn't you be going to Busan?" The older scoffed, pointing a finger at Hoseok.

"Y'know I shouldn't be doing your dirty work. And I'm here to make sure your dumbass doesn't do anything stupid." Yoongi moved closer to Hoseok. He had half a mind to punch that stupid look off his face, but he kept his composure. "You should've at least called for back up." Hoseok chuckled at how soft Yoongi's voice turned. Even after all they had done to each other Yoongi could still get protective over him.

"GiGi, i'm fine. I can handle things myself. My belt's loaded." Yoongi sighed, wrapping his fingers around something in Hoseok's belt. He pulled the object out and pointed it at the younger. It was his gun.

"Are you sure you can handle things? What if someone does this?" Yoongi flipped the safety off, pointing the gun lower. Hoseok laughed.

"There's no bullets in it." Yoongi rolled his eyes, twisting the gun with his wrist.

"So you were just going to walk into a warehouse owned by a drug gang leader with a gun that isn't loaded. Typical." He sighed, pressing the trigger lightly. "but I don't believe you." Yoongi moved the gun down to Hoseok's feet. "I'm sorry Hoseok."

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“You’re both idiots.” Hani smack Yoongi on the back of the head and flicked Hoseok in the forehead twice. “How could you go looking for Ravi on your own? And how could you shoot one of my best officers in the foot? You’re lucky you’re not on the force or I’d fire you. No I’d make you clean up after Sang Chul. God, I can’t believe you.” Hoseok smiled slightly.

“Sorry, Hani.” He reached out to grab the older’s hand. She snatched it out of his grasp, frowning.

“Don’t. Sorry won’t cut it this time. I’ll think of a punishment for you. And you,” Hani turned to Yoongi. “you’re in charge of him until his foot heals.” She sighed running a hand through her hair. “Kogyeol should be dropping Jimin off soon. Don’t do anything else stupid.” She huffed, leaving the room. Yoongi sighed, sitting down in a chair near the hospital bed.

“I’m sorry. I just…”

“I know.” Hoseok interrupted him. “I was just so focused on finding Donghyun and ended this case. Jimin needs to go home. I just want to put a stop to Ravi.” Yoongi shook his head.

“That doesn’t excuse me from shooting you in the foot. Seokie, I put your career on the line. You heard Hani.” Hoseok snorted, smacking the younger on the arm lightly. He didn’t miss the way Yoongi called him Seokie. It was a nickname the older had used only a few time when they were dating.

“Stop worrying about me so much, okay. I’ll be fine. I’m…” A loud sobbing sound stopped Hoseok’s voice. The pair turned to the door to find Jimin standing there, face red, eyes watering, and chest heaving with sobs. “Jimin?” The younger ran to the other side of the bed. Jimin was still raked with sobs as he looked at Hoseok.

“Bastard.” He slapped the older on the chest lightly. “Do you ever think of anyone but yourself? What if he missed? You would’ve left me alone. Who would I have gone too? You can’t get hurt. You can’t leave me alone. You just can’t.” Jimin yelled at Hoseok through ugly tears. He threw his arms around the older’s neck, mumbling out another ‘bastard’ against his chest. Jimin wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was genuinely worried about Hoseok. In the three days the two had known each other the older had completely opened his home for Jimin. He took care of the younger even though he didn’t have too. Jimin couldn’t just lose that. Even though he didn’t want to trust Hoseok, even though he wanted to back to Ravi and save the other models, he needed Hoseok. And that terrified him.

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“I’ll be back Hoseok.” Yoongi whispered, looking at the younger’s hospital bed. Jimin had curled up next to Hoseok, refusing to be separated from him. Yoongi had found it slightly annoying, but Hoseok understood. Jimin hadn’t had a stable relationship since he was young and Hoseok was the first most reliable person he had meet.

“Alright. I’ll be here.” Hoseok mumbled, flipping through channels on the T.V,. Yoongi rolled his eyes, leaving the room. Hoseok sighed, putting down the remote. There was nothing on T.V anyway. He rolled slightly in the bed, facing Jimin. The younger had been tucked into his side since he got to the hospital after strings of ‘bastard’ and ‘asshole’ He had practically cried himself to sleep. “Ah, Jimin what am I going to do with you? It’s gonna be harder now, y’know. But don’t worry, I’ll make everything better. I promise.”

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It took two whole weeks for Hoseok's foot to heal and even then he still had to wear a boot and had to use crutches. Hani refused to let him set a toe in the station until he lost the boot. And Jimin had stayed with him through it all. Yoongi had seen him a few times before he left for Busan. Even though he thought Hoseok was crazy, he still promised to help. The younger was grateful.

-

Jimin sighed, pressing his hands down against Hoseok's legs. The older had begged him for a massage. He couldn't believe he agreed. "Do I still have to do this. My hands hurt." Hoseok sighed, sitting up in bed.

"Yeah, yeah. Man, your hands are wonderful. I won't have to take that medicine anymore." Jimin shook his head, sitting cross-legged in front of Hoseok.

"You're gonna be okay, right?" Jimin asked, shoulders slumping and face sullen. Hoseok laughed softly, nudging the younger with his foot.

"Why are you so concerned about me now? What happened with wanting to go home?" Jimin frowned slightly. Before, going back to Ravi was the most important thing, but after talking to BamBam and spending time he had with Hoseok, it wasn't important anymore. Sure, he still wanted to save the pthers, but Hoseok could help. Hoseok was starting to become a constant. He didn't want to lose that.

"You are my home."

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Jimin curled up next to Hoseok that night. The older wouldn't let him move. He never wuld have imagined Jimin to say something like that. Not after their first encounter at the station, but those days evaporated after Yoongi had shot him. They had grown closer, something Hoseok had nevr thought possible. He sighed, wrapping his arms around the younger's waist. Jimin jerked, pulling out of his arms. "No, don't want. Please Ravi." Hoseok stared down at the younger. "Ravi, stop." Jimin moaned, rolling over to face the older. This was almost like their first night. Jimin was having another nightmare. He moaned again, swinging his leg in between Hoseok's thighs. He thrusted against the older's legs and Hoseok could feel Jimin's ever growing hard on. He was way beyond shocked. Was Ravi actually doing this to them? Jimin may have been a few month off from being legal but he was still a minor. He shouldn't be going through this. "Ah, please." Jimin rutted against Hoseok's leg harder and faster. The older was still in shock. He wanted to wake the younger, but his body wouldn't move. Jimin's moans were getting louder, his actions getting desperate.

"Jimin." Hoseok spoke softly, trying to wake the younger as easily as possible. Jimin didn't even budge, continuing his menistrations, grabbing onto Hoseok's t-shirt and pulling himself closer. "Jimin-ah please wake up." The older shook Jimin slightly, pushing the younger's legs off his own. Jimin had already gotten off, Hoseok could feel it, he could see it in the way the younger's eyebrows furrowed and his low whining. Jimin's eyes fluttered open. He looked up at Hoseok innocently. The older's face was covered in worry and shock. "Jimin-ah are you..." The younger blinked away sleep not focusing on Hoseok's question. What happened? Why was he hot? and why was... Jimin sat up quickly, curling away from Hoseok. He pulled his knees up to his chest, trying to hide his 'accident.'

"I'm sorry Hobi. I didn't..." Hoseok carefully pulled Jimin from his postion against the headboard. He placed the small boy into his lap, wrapping the sheets around both of them.

"Shh. It's okay. You were having a dream. A bad one." Hoseok rubbed small circles into Jimin's thighs, moving slowly up to his back. The younger relaxed into his chest. He knew what he had done, He rememebred clearly after looking at Hoseok. He had a nightmare turned wet dream. And had used Hoseok as a way to get off. He knew exactly what had happened. He could feel the dampness of Hoseok's leg on his thigh. To say he was an embarrased would be an understatement. He was mortified. Not because he gotten off on Hoseok or because his dream had been about Ravi. But because he actually enjoyed it.

"I'm gross." He mumbled, pulling at the sheets with his hands. He honestly just wanted to curl up in Hoseok's sheets and sleep forever.

"Oh. Do you wanna change? You must be uncomfortable." Jimin chucked humoressly. It sounded more like a forced breath than a chuckle.

"No." He stated. "I mean, yes. But I meant gross in a different way."

"What do you mean?" Jimin twisted around in Hoseok's lap, fists twisting in the older's shirt.

"I liked it Hobi." He mumbled against the older's chest. "It felt good. That's disgusting. I'm disgusting." Hoseok sighed, pushing the younger away slightly.

"You're not disgusting Jimin-ah. You could never be." Jimin blinked up at him. 

"But I am. Maybe everyone is right. Maybe I am a whore." Hoseok cupped Jimin's face, rubbing his thumbs across the younger's cheeks.

"Don't say that." He knew he was breaking all sorts of rules right now. Jimin was a minor and he was a part of the case, but Jimin was a pure angel that had been marked to many times by the devil himself, and yet Hoseok would be there with glue, feathers, and paper mache, ready to put back together his wings that he desperately needed to fly and he'd be willing to get thousands of paper cuts if that meant Jimin could have his wings back. "You're not a whore. You're so beautiful and charming. Ms. Oh loves you. Hani adores you. I think - I think I'm starting to like you to Jimin-ah." The younger stared at Hoseok, eyes wide, face flushed. Hoseok blinked, clearing his thoughts. What was he saying. He cleared his throat, moving his hands off Jimin's face. "I mean you're not as annoying as I thought you were. You're still a brat." Jimin laughed, pulling away slightly.

"Sure, hyung. Whatever you say."

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Hoseol sighed, looking over Jimin. The younger looked so small in his over-sized hoodie and fuzzy socks. He hadn't even noticed them missing. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging hardly on the strands. How had he gotten here? Catching feeling for a former model that was under legal age and strictly off-limits. Jimin stretched, looking up at Hoseok. "You're gonna pull your hair out doing that. Stop." Hoseok laughed, laying back on the mattress. 

"Shouldn't you be asleep? It's almost two in the morning." Jimin sighed, sitting up for the second time that night. He pulled his knees up to his chest, making sure to keep his boxer-covered butt out of view of Hoseok's watchful gaze. 

"I could be saying the same thing about you. Aren't you going back to work tomorrow?" Hoseok sighed, rolling over to face Jimin. He pursed his lips, trying to think of something to say, but nothing came to his mind. He wasn't above lying, but for some reason he couldn't do it to Jimin. The boy had been lied to most of his life and he just felt that it wasn't right.

"Yeah, but I just wanna lay here. And loo..." He stopped himself mid sentence. He couldn't say that out loud. It could get him in some serious trouble.

"And what? What is it Hobi?" He groaned, running his hands over his face. It was getting harder to control himself. After all the time he had spent with Jimin was just breaking him. He started noticing all the cute things the younger boy did during his days off. Jimin sneezed so softly, like a kitten, he loved playing with the tips of fingers and his toes almost like a child, he napped more times than a normal person should and his voice was smaller and softer when he was tired. He stood on his tip-toes more often than not and all his sweaters were too big for his body, covering his hands and giving him sweater paws. Hoseok honestly hated everything Jimin was, but loved it all at the same time. It was hurting him. He wanted to give Jimin all the love that he had never been given, but he couldn't. It went against every code he had set in his mind. Never date a minor, someone a part of the force (which he had broken with Yoongi), or someone that was a part of a case he was working on. Jimin was definitely in those parameters.

"Nothing. Minnie, please just go back to bed." The younger frowned, pushing Hoseok over, quickly throwing himself on top of the older. He straddled Hoseok's waist, legs bent at the knees to keep the older down.

"Hobi, tell me." Hoseok let out a shaky breath. He hadn't been this close to someone since Yoongi. He could practically feel Jimin's breath mixing with his. He had to hold himself back or he would end wrapping his arms around the younger's hips.

"Look, Minnie." He didn't know when he started calling Jimin, Minnie, but it fit with all his small attributes. "I'm tired and I have to work in the morning. Can we just go back to sleep?" Hoseok tried to moved the Jimin off of him, but the younger had some strong thighs and he was pinned.

"Not until you tell me what you were going to say. I have thighs of steel. I can hold you here all night. Now tell me Hobi." Hoseok sighed. He was going completely insane. Jimin was driving him insane. He just wanted to be able to hold him, touch him, kiss his nose, and tell him how beautiful was. But that was against all his rules and morals, there was no way he could... "Is this about my dream? I said I was sorry. That I didn't mean to do it." Jimin's face fell slightly as he looked down. "I knew it. You think I'm disgusting too. You just said all those things earlier to make me feel better, didn't you?" Hoseok shook his head. No, he couldn't see Jimin sad. It crushed his resolve. He sat up more in bed, grabbing Jimin's chin, lifting his head so the younger was looking at him.

"No, I really meant them Minnie. Every single one. I just..." He blew out another breath. "This is something I can't do. I barely know you, but I, but I think I like you. I just want to keep you safe and I want you to know that you're beautiful and lovely and I just, I just don't want you to get hurt." Jimin smiled slightly leaning back, pressing his hands against Hoseok's chest.

"And why can't you do this?" Hoseok closed his eyes in thought. He honestly didn't even know why at this point. He was trying to keep his morals in check. The way his mother would've wanted him too. But there was no way he could keep up with that anymore. Not when Jimin looked so nice in his over-sized hoodie and fuzzy socks.

"I don't know. Minnie, I just..." His sentence was stopped by a pair of lips. His eyes flashed open, meeting Jimin's closed ones. The younger pulled away slightly, looking down at Hoseok. "What was that?" The older whispered, slowly placing his hands on Jimin's hips.

"Me, telling you its okay. You don't have to worry about your morals or codes or rules for me. I don't want you too. Everything will be okay, I promise." Hoseok chuckled, bring Jimin in for another kiss. He was supposed to be telling the younger that, but he was glad that he didn't have to

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Hoseok woke up again, finally getting a full six hours of sleep. He sat up slowly, taking a glance at his alarm clock. It read 7:27 and he smiled. He had never been able to sleep in till seven before, always having to leave for work by 6:15. It was a new feeling and he honestly wished it could last, but today would be the only day he got to waste time at home before finally trekking into work. He told Hani he would be late today, she responded with a grunt and 'you better be here before eleven.' Hoseok knew he was still being hung over high waters, but Hani was no longer angry with him. He sighed, moving carefully out of bed, making sure not to wake Jimin. For as many naps as that kid took, he was always sleeping. He decided it would be a good idea to check his emails before officially getting ready for the work day. He never really checked them. He just let his email get cluttered, it was mostly junk mail anyway. He opened his closest, pulling his old laptop from the shelf. He would eventually need to get a new model, but this old bear had been doing him good and didn't see the point in getting something new if the old one worked just fine. She was a little slow, but it was manageable. He powered it on, sitting back down against the headboard. It loaded slowly, as expected, and he waited patiently. Slowly, a screen appeared that was new to him. Hoseok narrowed his eyes in thought, he didn't remember this happening to him before. 

FORCED SHUT DOWN; WOULD YOU LIKE TO RESTART YOUR OLD SESSION?

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Hoseok picked yes, wondering what the last session was. He hadn't used this laptop in months and couldn't remember what he was doing last. It couldn't have been too important. Probably a lame YouTube search at three in the morning because he couldn't sleep. He had to wait what seemed like twenty minutes before the old session restarted. One tab on internet explorer opened, Skype. Hoseok frowned, he didn't have Skype. Never saw the need to have one. It was pointless, why would you video call someone if you could just see them in person. He didn't have many friends that he needed to talk to over a computer screen. He narrowed his eyes, reading over who had been talking. It was only two people: MobRa and Cuemochi. The messages were short and then a video call was made. Hoseok quickly read the messages. He didn't like what he saw, not at all.

Cuemochi: Are you here?

Cuemochi: Did you see what happened to us?

Cuemochi: I'm sorry.

Cuemochi: I tired to keep us together.

MobRa: Love dont worry about it

MobRa: i shouldve been more careful with you all

Cuemochi: Where were you? 

CueMochi: We were so scared. I was scared.

MobRa: i know love

MobRa: im sorry

Cuemochi: I can call right?

Cuemochi: I need to see you.

MobRa: of course love

MobRa: im always happy to see you jimin

Jimin had been talking to Ravi without his knowledge. It had been a while ago, but that didn't change anything. Jimin had been talking to Ravi. That was the end of the story. He ran a hand through his hair. He didn't want to believe Jimin would go behind his back especially after what had just happened, but Yoongi had told him to be careful around the younger. That he was cunning. He knew now that was the truth, but he still had to figure out the rest of the story. Maybe there was something he was missing. He couldn't jump to conclusions just yet. He wouldn't.

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"Wake up sleeping beauty," Hoseok threw a pillow at Jimin's head, startling the younger awake. He tumbled out of the bed, catching himself before his faced smacked against the hard wood floor.

"Yah! What was that for?" Hoseok snorted, watching the younger adjust himself. He looked like a hot mess, hair sticking up everywhere, shirt pulled up revealing a slightly toned abs. Jimin settled back on the bed, legs crossing over each other. His eyes dropped slightly. Hoseok sighed, knowing he shouldn't have woken Jimin yet. The younger was faced with way too many nightmares and he looked as if he hadn't gotten any sleep last night. But, he still had to figure out what was going on with his conversation with Ravi.

"You need to stop sleeping so much. It isn't healthy." Jimin yawned, nodding.

"I'm sure. You need to stop sleeping so little. That isn't healthy." Hoseok narrowed his eyes. He didn't have time for this petty banter. He had things to do. "Hey don't look at me like that. I was just returning a point." He sighed, pulling on his blazer. He didn't need his full uniform, Hani wasn't putting him on calls until she deemed him fit to do so. He looked back at Jimin once again. He didn't want to bring up what he saw, but he couldn't avoid it. He didn't want to.

"Minnie, I saw you talking to Ravi. On Skype." Jimin's whole face changed, fear washed over all his features.

"N-no, I-I never..." Hoseok smirked, moving to the bed. He sat down in front of the younger. He pressed his hand against Jimin's thigh, thumb rubbing a soothing pattern into his skin.

"I'm not mad. I just want to know why." Jimin gulped, running a hand through his hair, pulling a few strands out in the process. He looked down at his lap, he didn't want to look at Hoseok. It would make it harder to explain himself.

"I just wanted to go home. But, this was before you got shot. It was right after I moved in, before I saw BamBam. I wanted to see if I could go back, to see Soonyoung," His hand instantly went to the star around his neck. He needed to give this back to the younger. "But then BamBam told me some stuff about Ravi. And now I know what he was really doing to us. I want to save the others, Hobi. They need me." Hoseok smiled slightly. He knew there was something else going on. He knew there was a bigger picture that he was missing. 

"Don't worry. I'll put an end to Ravi and save your family. Just be paitent."

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"Didn't think we'd see you back here hyung. You're in big trouble or at least that's what I heard. Hani is pissed." Hoseok sighed, filling his cup up with water. He didn't need the extra dose of coffee that morning. Jimin made sure he had enough energy. The younger made him coffee and even fixed breakfast for the both of them. He just needed to get though this day alive so he could finish this case and take his vacation that he had been saving since he started working on the force. 

"Clay, what did you hear from Hani? Has she said anything about punishment?" Hoseok turned to look at his dongseang. Clay had recently started as an intern, he was in an exchange program from America for his schooling. Clay did have a dream to become a dispacher and he was doing an amazing job, especially for someone who recently learned Korean. The younger shook his head.

"No. She went through your office though. She grabbed a bunch of files." He leaned a bit closer to Hoseok. "They weren't standard files. Were you off the books again?" Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair. How did everyone know he was going off the books. He had been careful not reveal that. He nodded slightly.

"Sometimes you have to go against code to do what's right. Remember that when you get your job here. okay?" Clay nodded with a small smile. 

"You better go see her, before she drags you by the ear." Hoseok sighed again, throwing his cup in the trash. He hadn't even taken a drink from it. Hani was going to murder him. And there would be no witnesses for his upcoming death. They wouldn't even find fingerprints, he was sure of it.

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"What? Hani, you can't do that. I'm the only one that will take that case." Hoseok was forced down into the chair in front of Hani's desk. She walked around her office, pulling at her braid. She sighed, stopping in front of him.

"I'm doing this for you. You keep putting yourself in danger, and if you get hurt or worse die, how do you think I'm gonna feel. I'll have to attend the funeral of my friend and best officer? And what about Yoongi, how would he feel  if he found you dead. Or Jimin? Do you want us to send him to an orphanage or back to those streets. Or even Ms. Oh? Do you think she'd forgive me if I just let you do whatever you wanted. Hoseok, you're going off the books. You know you can't do that. We have an oath, a code that we all have take before we set foot in the line of duty. And you broke it. I honestly had no other choice but to suspend you from the case and revoke your duty to finish this case. You are no longer in charge and we are closing the case until further notice." Hoseok shot out of his seat, pushing the chair back as he did so.

"You can't close this case! We have a lead. An actual addres and conformation that Ravi and all the other missing models are in the area. We can't stop this now. We're so close to finishing it." Hani gave out a bitter laugh, turning to her desk. She picked up a file before turning back around. She threw it Hoseok, anger pilling up in her bones.

"Is this your lead! Some blurry video of Ravi saying he moved the models? You idoit! Hoseok I can't believe you're throwing out all your morals for this." She looked shook her head, undoing her braid. "This is about Jude, isn't it. You know tha..."

"Jude is stil alive Hani. I know he is. He has to be. And if going off the books get me closer to finding him, then fuck my morals! I will not rest until Jude is brought back and Ravi is rotting in hell." Hani shook her head again.

"I'm sorry Hoseok. This case is closed. And you're suspened." Hoseok smiled sadly, picking up the file Hani threw at him.

"Even if you suspened me, it's not going to stop me from putting an end to Ravi. You'd have to kill me first." He said simply, before walking through the door and slamming it in return.

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"Are you sure? Can we even trust that cop?" Jimin had left the house to meet up with BamBam at the park. He wanted to tell the younger his plan.

"Hobi knows what he's doing. He wants to save us too." BamBam scrunched up his nose.

"Hobi? You really call him Hobi?" Jimin nodded, puffing out his cheeks. He didn't need to explain himself to BamBam.

"So what? His nickname has nothing to do with this. Hobi is going to take me to Ravi's meeting place where I'll be able to save the other and Hobi can do all the cop stuff. Arrest Ravi and whoever else he needs to. If you what you said was right our family is danger." BamBam sighed, sitting down in front of Jimin. The older was right. They would need a cop's hand in this.

"Just don't get yourself killed, okay."

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Hoseok sighed, getting out of his truck. He had been on calls all day, Hani didn't want to see his face for the rest of the day. She really wanted to send him home, but he had already clocked in for his hours and she didn't want to waste his effort. She was really upset, Hoseok knew that. He was sorry about the hell he put her through, but this case was very important to him. Not only did it get him closer to finding Jude, but it was putting an end to the missing children epidemic. He locked his truck and began walking to the front door. Ms. Oh wasn't outside at the moment, giving him some time to bask in his thoughts. Hani had let him finish his shift today, but he was suspended for the next week. He didn't know what he was going to do. He had already been on bed rest for two weeks and now he was suspended. He ran a hand through his hair. He had never been off work before in his life. He never called off, he never took a vacation day. What was he going to do. Maybe he should've listened to Yoongi. He sighed  again, before opening the front door. "Galo, you have to go home. Ahjumma misses you." Hoseok chuckled, seeing Jimin chase around Galo.

"You won't catch him Minnie." Jimin sighed, stopping in his tracks. He clutched his side, breathing heavily.

"You should've told me that a long time ago. I've been doing this for twenty minutes." Hoseok snorted. Galo jumped up onto the couch and meowed, laying down.

"You fed him more fish didn't you?" He asked, slipping his shoes off. Jimin nodded slowly. Hoseok shook his head, walking into the kitchen. He needed something to drink. A beer or a shot of Soju. "Am I going to have to buy more?" Jimin's footsteps caught up to his in the kitchen.

"No I didn't use much. Just enough for a small bowl." He climbed up on the counter to watch Hoseok move through the kitchen. "How was work?" The older sighed, pulling a bottle of beer from the fridge. He hit the top of the bottle against the edge if the door. The tab fell to the ground and bubbles formed at the neck. He quickly took a swig.

"Well I'm suspended for my stupidity. But I'm still working on your case." He turned to look at at Jimin. The younger was sitting cross-legged on the counter. He was wearing one of Hoseok's hoodies and fuzy socks. "Are you wearing mg hoodie?" Jimin nodded.

"I got cold. And I missed you." Hoseok smiled. He sat down his beer before moving toward Jimin. He wrapped his arms around the younger.

"You know you can call me anytime. I don't mind." Jimin shook his head.

"I don't wanna bother you at work. You're always getting in trouble because of me." Hoseok snorted. That wasn't it at all.

"Nah. I'm getting in trouble because of me. I'm dumb and uncareful. But once I get you and your family safe, my recklessness will go away." Jimin giggled, pulling Hoseok closer.

"Are you sure, Hobi? You just seem like you'll always be reckless." Hoseok laughed, running his hands over Jimin's hips.

"You're probably right. Let's just hope I don't get too carried away. Especially when it comes to you."

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Hoseok decided to take a break for a day or two before going to search for Ravi and his 'lair.' He wanted to wait longer to see if Yoongi had found Jimin's family, but he didn't know how long that would take. If he had the whole week to finish this case. He would do just that. But it hadn't been that easy.

Jimin kept having nightmares. They were getting worse. He called out to Ravi multiple times a night, trying to get the man to stop whatever was happening to him. It even happened durning his naps. Hoseok felt so bad and he didn't want to leave the younger alone. It had been two days since his leave and he hadn't been able to get any work done. Most of the time Hoseok would just let him sleep it out. He didn't want to wake him, Jimin already had a hard time getting more than fives hours asleep a night. He just thought it was better to let him sleep through it. It might've been painful to watch, but at least he was still sleeping.

Jimin wanted to take a nap, but he didn't want to be alone. Hoseok agreed to lay with him while he tried to do more reseach on Ravi and the other models. "I'm sorry that I'm keeping you up at night. I don't mean it." Hoseok shook his head, opening up his laptop. 

"No, don't say that. I'm more worried about you. Are you sure you don't want to go see someone?" The younger shook his head, curling into Hoseok's side.

"No, I'm fine. There just dreams. I had them before I lived with Ravi. Just rub my back and whisper good things to me. I'll fall back asleep peacefully." Hoseok sighed, ruffling Jimin's hair. 

"Alright. Then isn't it nap time." Jimin nodded eagerly, eyes already drooping. Hoseok snorted, running his hand through the younger's hair. "Sleep well Minnie."

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"You found something?" Yoongi had called Hoseok later in the day, around Jimin's third nap. That boy slept as much as Yoongi used to. It was ridiculous.

"Yeah. I found his brother, with great difficulty. Appearantley there was another fire in their home. It was started by the father, and he released a statement the police saying he started the first one to forgetting that they had a fire entiguisher in the home. He wanted to kill his wife for alleged adultery. It was really fucked up. The wife is currently in the hospital in the ICU for smoke inalation and could possibly die. The father has been arrested and was charged with two cases of attempted murder, two cases of arson and one case of child abuse. The brother wanted there to be two cases of child abuse because of the first fire, but Jimin was reported as missing so the police reported as he wasn't even in the house during the first fire. The brother is staying at their grandparents in a selcuded area of Busan. It's hard to find and even harder to get in. The survailance is real deep, I guess a lot of robberies happen here." Hoseok sighed, looking down at Jimin. The younger had actually slept well for being waken up by an extremely intense nightmare only twenty minutes ago. What was he going to tell him? "Seokie, this is getting to deep. Are you sure you can still do this?" He nodded even though Yoongi couldn't see him.

"I have to do this. It's not just about stopping Ravi anymore GiGi. This is about Jimin and his family too." Yoongi sighed.

"Are you sure this doesn't have something to do with Jude too?" Hoseok groaned. He forgot the older knew about his brother.

"Look, I know Jude is still out there. But that's not the only point in this case anymore. Jimin needs to save his family and I have to get him back home. There is no other way. If I can't do this, then what's the point of me being a cop. I should just be a dancer like in highschool." Yoongi snorted.

"Your logic is so flawed. But I can see yout point." He sighed, a click of a lock sounded through the speaker. "Alright, Seokie. I'll let you do this. But you better not die, I'll kill you if it happens." Hoseok fought back a laugh. And Yoongi thought his logic was flawed. "And don't get your hopes up about Jude. Ravi isn't the type to keep his toys around." Hoseok nodded again. He knew that, but he stilll wouldn't let his hopes of finding Jude again fall below 50%. There was still a chance he was alive.

"Okay, Yoongi. I'll try not to. Get some sleep when you get back, you sound tired. And make sure to eat." Yoongi laughed. He knew Hoseok would still be like this. He doesn't know why he couldn't suck up all his hatred back then and still be with him. He's such an idiot.

"You're still the same. But sure. I'll try to take care of myself. I'll talk to you later Hoseok. Call me before you do something else stupid." Hoseok smiled slightly. Yoongi might've acted like he didn't care at all for Hoseok, but he knew deep down the older would drop everything he was doing just to make Hoseok wasn't in harm's way.

"Sure thing." He spoke softly before hanging up. He tossed his phone onto the bedside table. He sighed, laying back against the bed. Tomorrow he would have to call Yoongi again. He was going to catch Ravi for good this time. He was sure of it.

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Hoseok waited until the next day to put his plan into motion. He felt bad using jimin, but it's the only thing he could do. "Alright Jimin I need you to get something for me. Go to Kogyeol. He won't suspect you to be up to anything." He wasn't going to mention the fact that he couldn't do it himself was because of his suspension, but Jimin already knew that. The younger noddded, pulling on the hem of his sweater, he was dreading the time that he would have to take them off for more revealing clothes. He was getting comfortable in wearing Hoseok's hoodies and shorts that actually covered his thighs. "Ask for ear pieces and a walk box. He'll know what that is." Jimin sighed, opening up the truck door. He slid out onto the ground. He hoped Hoseok's plan would work. The older watched Jimin walk into the station with a heavy heart. He picked up his phone, dialing Yoongi's number. He picked up on the first ring.

"GiGi, I'm going to do something stupid."

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"Oh Kogyeol!" Jimin called out ti the older man once he entered the Youth Services' office.

"Ah! Jimin-ssi, you scared me. Don't do that." The yonger laughed, sitting down across from Kogyeol. "What brings you here?" He didn't ask how he got here, knowing that Hoseok would be around regardless of what Hani had ordered him to do.

"I need you to get me something. I need two ear pieces and a walk box." Kogyeol sighed, slumping against his desk. He already had a bunch of stuff on his plate. Yoongi had sent him information reguarding Jimin and his family, of course it hadn't been for Youth Services but for Hoseok. He sadened that people forgot that it was his job to help these kids, but he knew Yoongi wouldn't go to him with this stuff first. Yoongi didn't trust Youth Services almost as much as Hoseok did.

"This is for Hoseok, isn't it?" Jimin smirked, crossing his legs over each other.

"Can't get anything past you, huh? Look, I just need you to get them for me. Don't think about Hoseok. This is for me. Please oppa." He gave Kogyeol a quick wink. The older groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"Fine, I'll get it for you. But you better tell Hoseok not to be playing any dumb tricks. I won't hestitate to become a rat." Jimin nodded with a smile.

"Deal."

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"So you want Hani to know you're going against her rule. Do you want to get fired?" Hoseok chuckled.

"She'd kill me if I didn't call back up regardless of her rule." Yoongi sighed, thinking of all the things that could go wrong. Jimin had told him that Ravi would stop at nothing to keep the model together. He didn't want Hoseok getting hurt.

"Seokie are you really sure you wanna go through with this? I mean Ravi is no longer in your jursidiction. Why don't you just let private investagators take care of the rest?"

"GiGi, you know I can't. I have to stop Ravi. I have to. This means s..." Yoongi interrupted him, anger rising in his voice.

"You're making this way to fucking personal. I know what you're trying to do. This isn't about the models, or Ravi, or even Jimin. This is about Jude. Hoseok, Jude is dead. You have to let go. It's been eleven years. Move on." Hoseok shook his head. No, he wouldn't believe that Jude was still alive. He was.

"No, Yoongi. You don't understand. Jude is the only family I have left. I can't just let go. I won't." Yoongi sighed.

"Okay." He spoke softly, feeling defeated. Hoseok was almost as hard headed as he was. He wouldn't be able to change the younger's mind. "Just be safe. I'll be there when you need me. You know the hi-sign." And before Hoseok could respond the line went dead. He sighed, knowing Yoongi would get upset about this. He never approved of any dangerous activity that involved Hoseok. He smiled slightly, glad that Yoongi still cared about him. Even if it wasn't worth it.

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"But I like your dark hair." Jimin said, holding a bottle of 30 volume devolper. He was getting ready to bleach Hoseok's hair. He hated the thought of the older's hair becoming lighter. He just didn't think it would suit him.

"I don't want them to recognize me. This is for our safety Minnie. Light strawberry is very different than just blonde. Plus I'm weraing make-up and a mask. I just wanna cover all the bases." Jimin sighed, mixing the devolper and bleach powder.

"You better go back in two months." Hoseok laughed, looking over his shoulder to glance at Jimin. He looked absolutely perfect in a light gray crop top and tight black skiny jeans holes cut right at his thighs and knees, revealing warm honey colored thighs. He was also wearing make-up dark blue and gray eye shadow covered his lids in smoky pattern, he had black winged eyeliner that made his eyes wider, his lips covered in a light coral color and it looked absolutely stunning. Hoseok wondered where he learned how to do it.

"I will. I promise."

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Jimin stared at the building from the truck window. He sighed, turning to Hoseok. The older had dressed up, all a part of his plan. He was wearing more relaxed clothing, a suggestion from Jimin. His hair had successfully been bleached, colored, and styled. Jimin had done his make-up as well, not as dark and powerful as his, but something more mysterious. With his clothes, hair, and make-up he looked like a whole new person. It was slightly intimidating if Jimin hadn't known the type of person Hoseok really was. "Hobi, is this gonna work? What if you get hurt? What if they get hurt?" Hoseok chuckled slightly, grabbing Jimin's hand.

"And what about you. Are you not worried about yourself?" Jimin shook his head. He was never worried about himself. He didn't have to be. Ravi would never hurt him intentionally. He knew that. He was just worried about what he could or has done to the others. He was worried that BamBam would try to follow them after he explained Hoseok's plan to the younger. He was worried that Hoseok would get hurt way more than a small bullet wound to the chest or the foot. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to give Soonyoung his necklace back. He was worried that they wouldn't make it out alive. He was worried that Ravi would leave unscathed. But, no he wasn't worried about his own safety. He didn't have enough room in his heart to worry about himself. His family always came first.

"I'll be fine. Everyone else is what I'm worried about. Ravi is a sick man, you already knew this. We have no idea what he could be hiding behind those doors. We have no idea what he's done to my family. And if he somehow manages to escape, I don't know what I'd do. Probably go crazy and hunt him down. I'd kill him myself if I could get away with it." Hoseok smiled sadly, looking at building. It was small, probably an old Ma and Pa shop that closed due to bad business, but big enough for Ravi to hold however many 'models' and henchmen he needed.

"Don't worry about the Minnie. I'll take care of Ravi and getting everyone out. You just need to worry about keeping everyone else distracted. Yoongi will get the rest of force on the outside and we'll have Ravi right where we want him. My plan will work. It has too." Jimin turned in the seat to face Hoseok better.

"Hobi, will you kiss me?" The older furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He had kissed Jimin a few times, not enough in Jimin's opinion, but Hoseok was not ready to give in all the way just yet. Jimin was still young and he had all the time in the world to figure out what he wanted. He hadn't even been in the real world yet, still hold up in Hoseok's house with one of his few friends living right next door. He could always change his mind about wanting to be with Hoseok. And the older wouldn't keep him if he wanted to be with someone else. He could just be his hyung, the person he looks up to, and his friend that let him crash at his house until something better was set up for him. He would do that for Jimin, had always that thought that was it for them. He didn't think it would come to this. He didn't think he would get used to the younger sleeping in his bed, he didn't think he would get used to his nightmares, or how he would always find a hoodie or two missing from his wardrobe just because Jimin was cold, he didn't think he would get used to be called Hobi by someone other than Donghyun, he didn't think he'd get used to hugging someone as small as Jimin or their random dance sessions in the living room to the oldies on the old radio Hoseok refused to get rid of. He didn't think he'd get used to Jimin and everything he was. His bright eyes, full smile, pixie nose, toes that were way too small for his feet, thighs that could kill man, a body heat that was just right in their cold bed, a voice like an angels yet gruff in the morning right before breakfast, the way he talked too fast when he was excited, his love for Galo and of course his love for Hoseok. A love that had begun has hatered and an unwillingness to open up. They both had it. Neither of them wanted this. Hoseok never wanted to house Jimin and Jimin just wanted to go back to his family. But now they were here, fear of losing the other to the person that pushed and threatened to pull them apart.

"Minnie, I-" Jimin immeadtely interuppted him. This was something that he needed before stepping foot inside with Ravi. He didn't want to forget this feeling with Hoseok right now. He didn't want to lose sight of what he really wanted. Ravi could pull him back under his spell at any moment he was sure of it, he was known to do that. He wanted Hoseok to convince him that he would always have a place to go back to. He needed to know Hoseok would be his home now and later.

"Hobi, please. Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me like you're scared of losing me. Kiss me like this is our last day on earth. Please, I need to know that you will always be here. Will you kiss me with everything you have?" Hoseok bite his lip. He didn't know Jimin had kept this locked away. He sighed, throwing all his caution to the wind. He pushed his seat back as far as it could and pulled Jimin to his lap.

"Don't worry Minnie. I will always be here for you no matter what. Don't you ever forget that." Hoseok slid his arms around Jimin's neck and pulled him down, pressing their lips together. He kissed Jimin, really kissed him for the first and who knows maybe the last time. He kissed Jimin with all the pent up frustration he had for the boy, all the times he wished Jimin didn't look so good in his own hoodie and fuzzy socks, for all the time he wished Jimin would sleep so close to him with his leg wrapped around his waist, for all the times he wished Jimin was just a bit older so he wouldn't have to worry about looking like creeper as a minor for a boyfriend even though they weren't at the stage of a relationship yet. He pushed Jimin's mouth open with his tongue. He let the younger explore his mouth, he let Jimin take over, knowing the boy was more afraid of losing him than Hoseok was, yet Hoseok was just as scared but he wouldn't tell Jimin that. And Jimin kissed him too, for all the times Hoseok deined him a kiss, for all the times all he wanted was a cuddle but the older was too busy with work, for all the times he wanted to love but Hoseok was worried about society. He kissed all his anger away. His anger at Ravi for denying him a childhood, for also denying him the love that he could only find with Hoseok, the anger at his parents for not looking at where he was during a fire, for losing him to the hands of a monster, the anger at the police for not sending him back to what he used to call his home. But he also kissed just because he loved Hoseok. He loved the older for giving him a second chance, for helping him save his family, for bringing him back to the real world. The pair finally pulled apart, out of breath and their feelings all laid out together.

"Hyung, I-" Hoseok shushed him with a chaste kiss.

"It's okay, Minnie. I know." Jimin smiled, leaning his head against the older's shoulder. He still had time to figure everything out. If they made it out of here alive. They still had time. Everything would be fine, Hoseok would make sure of it.

"Let's go get this bastard. And put an end to this all."

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Hoseok watched Jimin walk into the building. Their ear pieces were the only thing keeping them connected at this point. They could hear each other perfectly. "Okay, Minnie, tell me what's going on." Jimin sighed. 

"It's crazy in here Hobi. There's smoke and too many doors. There's only one floor though. No basement stairwell. There aren't too many guards either. Ravi's men and shippers must've dwindled. They're probably dead. But I don't see, AH!" Jimin squealed, making Hoseok jump he was ready to rush into the building. "Hyung you scared me."

"Jimin, you're still alive! I thought you had died in the fight. Ravi's been doing so much to keep everything quiet. I don't know what's going on. How did you even get back?" Jimin sighed again.

"Woo Min, where is Ravi?"'

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Jimin followed Woo Min through the building. He looked at the doors as they passed, most of them looked dark and damp, but there was no one inside. "Um, hyung. Where are the others?"

"They're on the other side of this mad house. Ravi is keeping them for something, but they won't last long." Jimin gulped. He needed to hurry this whole thing up. His family was on the line. "He's in there." Woo Min pointed to a white swinging door. Jimin shivered, thinking about having to be face to face with Ravi again. "If you can, find me after you're done, I'd liked to talk to you. Catch up a bit." Jimin nodded slightly, knowing he's probably never see Woo Min again.

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Jimin stood in the door way naked under Ravi's piercing gaze. He wanted to cover himself up, but he couldn't. Ravi wanted to see his favorite 'toy' in all of his glory. "How have you been love? You look bigger, you haven't been on a diet have you?" Jimin shook his head. Hoseok didn't like him skinny, he said it made him look like death and he loved all the food Hoseok tried to cook for him. "You still look good love." Ravi licked his lips, looking Jimin up and down. The younger scoffed, walking toward the older. He didn't like this situation, but he knew if he didn't make the first move they be here all night.

"You don't have to act like that oppa. You can just take me whenever you want" He gagged internally. He hated this. He hated being with Ravi. He would much rather be at home curled up next to Hoseok, watching Finding Nemo for tenth time, just because he wanted to see the Jellyfish forest. But if this helped him get his family out of this hell hole he would be willing to do anything with Ravi. The older grabbed Jimin's hips, pulling the younger into his lap.

"God Jimin, I've missed you." Ravi whispered against the younger's skin.

"I missed you too." Jimin lied through gritted teeth, forcing out a moan. He would hate himself later, but this was all part of the plan.

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Hoseok was ready to rip his ear piece out and barge in there to save Jimin. The moans and screams of pleasure (mostly from Ravi) were angering him. But he kept himself calm and waited for his que. Jimin was supposed to tell Ravi that he was saved by a man named Dongmin and give his phone a call. That was his que to text Yoongi and enter the buliding armed with nothing but a small pocket knife. He just had to be patient.

A final groan echoed through ear piece and he sighed. They were done, Jimin grumbling about he gross he was. Hoseok chuckled softly. "We'll get you a shower later Minnie. Keep focused." The younger sighed, shuffling for something on the other end.

"Love, you never told me how you got here." Jimin giggled, more shuffling appearing louder.

" Oh. Another model agency picked me up. My manager Dongmin took me in and he was waiting for the right time to bring me back. I can bring him in if you want to thank him. Actually he'd like to see some of the models." Ravi hummed in thought.

"Sure call him. I'll be around, checking on the others." There was a clicking sound and a small thud. "Don't take too long." A slight pause occurred before Jimin chuckled.

"I better get a nice warm bubble bath after this Hobi."

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Hoseok texted Yoongi 'BAMG', their hi-sign from years ago (a long inside joke that happened from a drunken autocorrect) before pulling up his mask and leaving the truck. He wasn't ready for this but it had to be done.

He walked slowly into the building. He was taking note of all the entrances and exits. "There's only four guards, i'm not sure if they have weapons though. And don't worry about Woo Min. He's with us." Jimin was still updating him on what was going on even though he was already inside. "Be careful Hobi. Ravi's coming towards you." Hoseok chuckled.

"I'll be fine." The older looked around the building there was multiple people running around, dancing to loud music. He knew these people were not the models. They were probably groupies or ex-criminals that Ravi kept in 'good' company.

"You must be Dongmin. I'm Ravi." Hoseok turned to the sound of an older man's voice. He was meet face to face with Jimin's tormentor. He chuckled softly, bowing slightly. He was playing up his character as the soft spoken manager.

"Ah, yes. Ravi, Jimin has told me a lot about you." Hoseok shoved his hands deep into pockets. He wasn't going to use any formalities. Ravi didn't deserve it.

"I hope it was all good reviews. I'm glad you took care of him. We were all so worried about." Ravi's voice was smooth, slippery as if he couldn't hold an ounce of truth. "Jimin tells me you're looking for new models. I think I have someone that'll fit well with you. Come with me."

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"Hobi, you're going to the opposite side of the rest of the models. He might be hiding more. Tell me when Yoongi is ready. I'll have us out." Hoseok hummed in response. he hadn't had time to check his phone for conformation, but Yoongi and the whole station should be around.

"Here. This is one of our most prized models. He's one of the best, but the contract is almost up so maybe you could help him continue. For a price of course. But I'll give you time to decide." Ravi opened up a plain wooden door and gestured for Hoseok to enter. "I have to check on something, please take your time." He disappeared back into the mess of people. Hoseok sighed, walking into the room and closing the door. He pulled out his phone quickly looking at his messages. Yoongi had responded to him with 'The station, a van, and two ambulances are ready. Don't die." He chuckled, flipping to the to other message from Hani. 'You're fucking dead Jung Hoseok.' He smiled. Hani was pissed at him, but what else was new. He put his phone away and looked around the small room. There wsa nothing in it aside from a kid sized mattress, which an adult sized figure was laying on. "How can I please you sir?" The figure spoke, voice drowsy and syllables slurred. The man sat up, blanket falling from his body. Thankfully, he was dressed, even though the shirt was twice his size.

"No, no. None of that. I'm here to save you." The man looked completely out of it. Almost as if he had been on drugs. Which Hoseok wouldn't have put it pass Ravi to do.. He moved closer to the male, searching for any signs of abuse. There were no physical marks on him, but it was obvious that he was malnourished. He scanned the man once more stopping to look over his face. He looked very familiar, as if he had known him. Hoseok narrowed his eyes, still trying to figure out what was so familiar when he noticed a mole on the man's upper lip similar to his own. "Jude?"

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Hoseok almost lost his composure. He couldn't believe Donghyun was still here and alive. He had always kept his false sense of hope, knowing Dongyun might've been dead like Yoongi had said, but he was still here, sick and basically comatose, but still here. "Jimin, I have one more person going your way. Have Woo Min distract Ravi."

"Alright, I'm sending them out now. Hurry, I don't know how long I can keep Ravi at bay." Hoseok nodded as if the younger could see him. "Just send him through one of the back exits. I'll be there." Hoseok removed his mask and placed it around Donghyun's mouth.

"C'mon Jude. I'm taking you home."

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Hoseok struggled to get Donghyun outside swiftly. It took way too long because the younger was way too drugged to function properly and Hoseok was practically carrying him out. "Hoseok!" Yoongi ran up to the younger, taking Donghyun from him. "Wait, is this Jude? He's alive?" The older shook his head. "That doesn't matter. Jimin ran back inside. He was worried about getting caught. You'd better go back too. I'll take care of them. Hani has an ear piece connected to your walk box. Just talk to her and be careful." Hoseok nodded, running back into the maw of the devil.

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"Jung Ho Seok, I can't believe you did this behind my back. I should fire you for this." Hoseok chuckled, moving through all the bodies. He needed to find Jimin get the hell out of here.

"You can lecture me later. Right now I'm trying to end this case. Just be ready to bust in." Hani groaned before laughing slightly.

"Get that bastard Hoseok." He hummed in response, stopping in his tracks. The atmosphere had changed, the music stopped and the people dispersed. Something was wrong. He began to turn around to see what was going on when he heard the click of a gun's safety being turned off. He stopped moving, shoving his hands into his pocket. He had to remember he was still playing a character. There was a soft chuckle as the barrel was set to the back of his head. "Do you think I'm that fucking dumb, Jung Hoseok?"

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Hoseok sighed not showing his fear for Ravi. He had no idea how the older knew his name. He turned around slowly, the gun still planted firmly to his skin. He chuckled, pushing the gun slightly away from his field of vision. "Of course not." Ravi laughed, removing the gun and waving it wildly before settling it back in front of Hoseok's face.

"Did you think I didn't know who you were? Did you think I wouldn't find out what you were trying to do. Your slut brother gave you away years ago. You and that bitch have always been causing problems. I should've sold him after I used him. Hoseok narrowed his eyes, lips curling in anger. "And you even managed to manipulate Jimin. What a cunt. What did you have to do? Did you fuck him, feel how good his ass was? That whore could never keep himself away from a dick. He scoffed. "I still can't believe he thought he could get away from me. I'm his master. I own him. I w- argh!" Ravi's body contorted as fell to the ground, dropping the gun.

"You don't own shit." Jimin's voice was strong and powerful, something Hoseok had never heard from the small male before. Hoseok looked up from Ravi to see Jimin standing in front of him, shaking and hands covered in blood. "Hobi I-" Hoseok shook his head, picking up the gun Ravi had dropped.

"We'll talk about it later. C'mon." He grabbed Jimin's wrist, pulling him through the masses of people. "Hani, send them in."

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The next few hours were a blur hand cuffs and bullets were transferred all over the place. Hoseok kept his focus on Jimin. The younger hadn't stopped shaking since he stabbed Ravi. "Hobi, am I bad person?" Hoseok shook his head, wrapping a blanket from the ambulance tightly around Jimin's small frame.

"Of course not Minnie. You did the right thing. You saved our lives." The younger sighed, leaning against Hoseok. He shuddered looking up at the older. He didn't know that they'd make it this far. He was completely shocked. He opened his mouth to say something, but another voice took over.

"I can't believe you're this stupid. I really should fire you over this." Hani made her way over to the ambulance the pair was sitting in. "But seing as how you're still alive and you even called back up I'll cut you some slack. You're on mail duty." Hoseok groaned, smile taking over his features. He was okay with that. As long as he still had a job he was completely okay with that.

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' "Ravi was arrested late tonight on several accounts of child abuse and neglect, one account of statutory rape and multiple accounts of human trafficking. We have Hyun Woo on the scene. Hyun Woo?"

"Thank you. I'm here with the chief of Police, Hee Yeon. So you have just stopped one of the biggest human trafficking rings in South Seoul. Do you have anything to say?"

"Well, it wasn't just me. We have a good team and a little help from the inside. We will always continue to work to keep the city safe."

"I'm also here with a former member of the ring, Woo Min. It must've been hard. Can you tell us what happened?"

"I had so many feelings. It was hard working for Ravi, knowing I could've done something to stop it all. But tonight we fixed that. I, along with the others, put an end to Ravi."

"Ravi has been taken to Sangdo Region Medical Center for a stab wound to the shoulder blade and will be moved to Seoul County Prison after complete treatment. I am Hyun Woo, Channel 5, News in Seoul."

 

Hoseok turned off the t.v., scooting closer to the hospital bed. Donghyun had been care flighted to the nearest medical center. He had an overdose to an illegal amount of a drug that no doctor knew how to name. It was revealed that he had overdosed on it multiple times before and it was a surprise that he managed to still be alive. He sighed, looking over at the window bed. Jimin refused to leave Hoseok's side. He was still shaken up after everything had happened. He smiled slightly, watching Jimin's chest rise and fall with every breath he took. They were alive, they were all alive. "You must really like him." Kogyeol's voice made Hoseok jump.

"Aish, you can't do that." Kogyeol chuckled softly, sitting down next to the older. He had been there ever since the first 'model' had arrived. He was trying to find all their families and homes. He would have so much paperwork to do.

"You didn't answer my question." Hoseok sighed, looking over at Kogyeol. There was nothing getting past him. He nodded slowly.

"But I'm waiting. I have too. He's still a minor. And I'll wait. I'll probably always wait for him. Man, Kogyeol, I'm so in love." The younger chuckled, patting Hoseok on the back.

"It's alright. It's only a few months away. You'll be alright." Hoseok nodded.

"And what about the others? Are they gonna be okay?" He quickly changed the subject, trying not to get too mushy with Kogyeol.

"Hmm, they'll be okay. It's going to take a while to get them home. But yeah, they'll be okay. We'll all be okay."

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Months have passed since Ravi's arrest. All the boys had been returned home with exception of Soonyoung, who had made it into Ms. Oh's home. Kpgyeol had found his home, but his parents were unfit to take him back according to Youth Service's policy, his father had a mental illness and his mother was currently incarcerated. Ms. Oh gladly took him in, saying BamBam and Jimin needed their family around. Kogyeol also made sure each boy had the others numbers and they set up a family reunion of sorts, that each family was required to attend every two months. The boys didn't complain. Jimin went to Busan (with Yoongi's supervision) to see his mother and brother. He stayed through his birthday to relax by the ocean. He made sure to take pictures to show Hoseok when he got back. Donghyun had recovered from his overdose and was integrated back into society. Hoseok helped him fix their old room into his own, with paint and new furniture. Kogyeol made sure Hoseok had gotten a check for fostering Jimin for the last few months and another for caring for Donghyun. He had been labeled mentally handicapped by doctors for the slight brain damage he got from the overdose. He really didn't need them, but he kept them and put it into savings. Hoseok still hasn't taken his vacation yet, but with Jimin and Donghyun's medical bills he wouldn't be able too. He begun working on something new right after Ravi's had ended. It was tiring work being a police officer, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

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"Hyung thank you." Donghyun spoke softly from his spot on the couch. Hoseok looked up from his file, to look at the younger.

"For what?" Donghyun wasn't much for giving out thanks, at least from what Hoseok could remember.

"For saving me. I thought you had given up on finding me. It took so long. I thought I was going to die." Hoseok sighed, shaking his head.

"I never stopped looking Jude. Everyone told me too but I didn't, I couldn't. I knew you were out there somewhere. I didn't care where I had to go to find you. I was going to find you." Donghyun smiled softly, looking down at his feet. 

"Still thank you. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't come. Ravi said something about an ended contract. I guess that was his code for selling me." Hoseok smiled at his brother. He was glad that he had saved him too. He can finally call off his hunt for Donghyun, Yoongi could stop bitching at him for being ignorant, and Hani could get completely off his case about a revenge deal.

"You're welcome Jude. Now, how about you get some rest. I'll wake you when Minnie gets back."

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Jimin had busted through the door of the house with the force of a small whirlwind. He slid off his shoes, sliding across the floor in Hoseok's fuzzy socks that he only took off to wash. "I'd be careful Jimin." Yoongi called after the younger, throwing down his bags, but Jimin wasn't listening. He only had one thing in his mind, kissing Hoseok with all his might. He had missed the older since he had been gone and now that he was finally an adult Hoseok couldn't deny him a thing. He could love him with all that he had. He wasn't a minor anymore and there would be nothing holding him or Hoseok back.

"Hobi!" He called, rushing into their bedroom. He smiled upon seeing Hoseok sitting on the bed, glasses firmly upon his nose, book in his hands. The older looked up to the door, smile spreading across his face.

"Welcome back Minnie." He spoke softly, placing the book onto the bedside table. Jimin smiled broadly, climbing into the bed and practically throwing himself into Hoseok's lap.

"I missed you so much Hobi. I wished you could've come to Busan with me. You would've loved the water. And you could've meet my brother and mom. They would love you. My mom has great taste, probably where I got it from." Hoseok chuckled, kissing the top of Jimin's head. He had missed the younger so much.

"Maybe next time Minnie. When I'm on vacation." He opened his mouth to say something else when Yoongi's voice called from down the hall. 

"I'm taking Donghyun out if you don't mind. I think he needs some Jajangmyeon." Hoseok laughed, looking down at Jimin. The younger nodded, winking.

"Fine, but be careful." Hoseok called, pressing his lips against Jimin's skin. God, how he missed the smaller boy. He would never let the younger leave without him again. Jimin moved closer to him, kissing the older on the lips, slipping his hands into Hoseok's hair. The pair heard the door close and lock before pulling apart. "Was that your idea?" Jimin nodded with a smirk.

"I wanted to be with you. Alone." He whispered, ghosting his lips down Hoseok's neck. The older sighed into the touch. He had been waiting for this too. Jimin wasn't the only one wanting this as well.

"Me too Minnie."

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Jimin had never looked more beautiful than he did now. He was laying back against their pillows, naked and breathing heavily. Hoseok was taking his time to admire the younger. He wanted to imprint this image in his mind. It was Jimin's first time in an actual relationship and he didn't want to mess it up. "God, Jimin you look absolutely gorgeous." Jimin instantly covered his face with his hands.

"Hobi, please don't say that." Hoseok chuckled, slowly removing the younger's hands from his face. He pressed a quick kiss to Jimin's forehead.

"But it's true." He left a few more lingering kisses, before taking Jimin's mouth. He pressed his mouth opened, shaking his tongue inside. Jimin moaned into Hoseok's mouth. He wrapped his arms around the older's neck, pulling him closer. Jimin could get lost in Hoseok's kiss. He loved it so much that it was intoxicating. The older pulled back to breathe. He smiled down at Jimin, licking his lips. He loved everything that he was seeing. He moved down the younger's body, leaving small kisses as went. He wouldn't leave marks, Jimin already had way to many of them from Ravi and he didn't want to bring up last memories. He moved even father down, ghosting over Jimin's member. The younger trembled at the feather light touches. He had never been touched this way before. And it felt nice. He shuddered more as Hoseok left kisses to the inside of his thighs. He had loved them since day one, and was angered that he could never touch them. Now, he could have them whenever he wanted as long as Jimin would let him. He stopped to marvel at how thick they were. He would never get over how nice his skin was. Hoseok reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the bottle a lube he still had stashed in his room. When the bottle uncapped Jimin shot up from the pillows, and he grabbed onto Hoseok's wrist.

"Hobi wait." The older looked over at him. He immediately stopped what he was doing and sat back on his calves. 

"What's the matter Minnie?" The younger gulped, letting go of Hoseok's wrist. He shook his head.

"I don't think I'm ready. I mean Ravi did some pretty bad stuff to us. And I just don't think I can. Not now." Hoseok nodded. He understood. Jimin just left a twisted falsified "relationship." He knew it could take some time for Jimin to feel completely comfortable with doing these things.

"Okay Minnie. We don't have to do this." Jimin pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. Now he felt bad.

"Are you sure? You seemed so excited. Maybe I can-" Hoseok cut him off with a kiss, shaking his head.

"No. Baby, if you're not ready I'm not going to force you. We have time for that. I'll wait until you are completely okay with it. Don't ever think you need to do something like this just for my sake. I'm here to make you feel safe and loved." Jimin smiled, kissing him quickly.

"Thank you Hobi. But maybe we can do something else?" He smirked, wrapping his arms around the older's neck pulling him back down.

"Oh, like what?"

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"Ah, Hobi!" Jimin moaned, bucking up into Hoseok's mouth. He was the one that had suggested this, but he didn't think that Hoseok would be a pro with his mouth. He ran his hands through the older's hair, twisting his fingers into the pale blonde locks. Hoseok hummed along the younger's length, causing him to shudder at the feeling. He released the member with a soft 'pop.'

"Does it feel good, baby?" He asked, licking a long strike down the throbbing bulge. Jimin's breath hitched as he tried to answer.

"Please.. Don't stop." Hoseok smirked, pushing his gums over his teeth once again and pushing his mouth over Jimin's length. He pushed himself all the way down the younger's member. Jimin wasn't exactly big, but he was thick and he did have a chance of choking, which had, but it only gave him more saliva to use to make the drags smoother. Jimin didn't seem to mind. He was too lost in the feeling to notice much. He would probably ask if he was okay later. Hoseok had always been good at this, he always thought it was his big mouth, Yoongi claimed it was his tongue, but now Jimin might've said both. "Ah Hobi, I'm gonna-" Hoseok prepared himself for Jimin's release, following out his cheeks and flattening out his tongue. He caught as much as he could before choking. He pulled off, letting the left over drop down his chin and onto Jimin's stomach. He swallowed the rest and sighed. It had been a long time since he had done that and he ad no idea how to feel, but he wasn't exactly opposed. Jimin smiled slightly up at Hoseok. "You didn't have to do that. It's kinda gross." Hoseok shrugged, grabbing tissues from underneath the bed.

"I'm not bothered by it." He responded, carefully wiping off Jimin's body and then his own chin before throwing the used tissues toward the trashcan. He picked up his boxers from the floor and pulled them on. He also picked up Jimin's boxers and a shirt that belonged to him. The younger really had a thing for wearing clothes that didn't belong to him. He put the clothes onto the younger before pulling the covers over them both. Jimin curled into Hoseok, throwing his leg in between the older's. Hoseok sighed wrapping his arm around Jimin's waist and kissing the top of his head.

"Are you okay? You didn't choke too bad right? Am I going to have to make honey tea tomorrow?" Hoseok snorted, kissing him again.

"No, I'm fine. Let's try to get some sleep. We have that family reunion tomorrow, I'll finally meet your family." Jimin giggled, pressing a kiss to Hoseok's cheek.

"Oh, they're gonna love you almost as much as I do." Hoseok smiled at this. Jimin hadn't outright said 'i love you,' but he knew the younger would when the time was right. He already knew how much they loved each other and he would be completely fine if Jimin never said it at all.

"I'm sure they will. Goodnight Minnie." But Hoseok was talking to thin air. Jimin was already asleep and snoring lightly. He smiled, kissing the younger's forehead once more before closing his eyes. Things had been crazy for him, but he would never change a damn thing. 

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Hey everyone it's been a while since I've seen you all. I hope you are getting enough rest and eating your meals.

Anyway I have a question for you beautiful people. I was wondering if I should edit this fic to make it better. Have longer chapters to make it shorter and explain the detail better or should I just leave it the way it is. Just wondering.

Continue to do well loves.

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So i am gonna edit this story, it will take me about a month or so to do it and once it's done this horrible version will be deleted and the new one will take it's place.

 

Thanks so much to everyone who read and enjoyed it the way it is. I hope you will come back and re-read once it's updated.

 

I love you all!

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It's actually taking me a lot longer than I thought to do the rewrite. I was hoping to be done by the end of October but there is no way I'll be done by then. So I'm aiming for before Christmas. Yes a whole two more months to wait for this horrendous piece of work to most likely get worse. Lol I'm kidding (or am I???)

Anyway I hope you guys are handling the wait well with some other awesome reads.

I do recommend Up We Go by Oh_Hey_Tae. The author is super amazing and that fic had me waiting for every new update.

And I also wanna plug my own wonderful fic, Or Dragons. It's a long read just like this one but I don't think you will be disappointed. 

Thanks so much guys, I hope you all are having a wonderful day and I love you!