Yoongi went over to the kitchen when he heard the sound made by the microwave, signalling that the food was heated and was ready to be eaten. He took the bowl of black bean noodles out and took some for himself while leaving the rest on the kitchen table. Going back to his laptop, Yoongi plopped himself down and made himself comfortable before he started to gobble down the noodles.

A message popped out on the screen and Yoongi clicked it. It was a series of code but Yoongi was able to translate them perfectly. He was making contact with his superior using the code that only they knew. In fact, this was how the pale-skinned guy had been informing his superior of all the progress he had made during these five years as an undercover.

How is your progress these days? The message read. 

Yoongi swallowed a mouthful of noodles before typing back, No progress. You should have informed me that they were going to put the suspects namelist on the website. Especially Hoseok's name.

There was an immediate reply from his superior. I've no idea they did that. Have your team members find out who you are then?

The stupid cop in charge of the site put all our real names on it. Of course they would have suspect me. But I managed to get away with it thanks to that Jungmi girl. 

Yoongi rolled his eyes at the stupidity of whoever that placed their real names on the sit before continued, Anyways, that girl knows my identity. But she promised to help me in my mission.

There was a moment of silence before another message popped out. Yoongi could almost hear his superior's voice that sounded worried yet stern at the same time as he read the last message.

Do be careful and keep an eye on the girl. If, if by any chance your identity was revealed, you won't be able to get back to your real identity as a police anymore. This is a warning.

The last word had Yoongi narrowed his eyes. His superior had sent him a warning. That had never occured in their conversation before and it made him uneasy. Was his superior trying to dump him if he failed? No, no way, Yoongi shook his head, forgetting that he still had a noodle dangling from his mouth. It swayed dangerously with the movement of his head and he immediately slurped it up. Anger was building up in him as he thought about the possibility of getting dump by his superior and for the first time ever, Yoongi felt a small hint of fear deep down inside him.

He had worked so hard, throwing away his normal life and went undercover under his superior's order. He had risked his life so many times in the past, and did everything as best as he could just to get nearer to the Death Note. He was not going to let his efforts go in vain. By hook or by crook, Yoongi will get the notebook in his hands.

"Hey, are there any extra black bean noodles?" Yoongi turned around so fast that he almost sprained his neck. Seokjin was standing a few steps behind him, the older one was tilting his head and his nostrils flared as he took in the scent of the noodles.

"At the kitchen table." Yoongi replied and yawned immediately. Seeing that, Seokjin joked, "Don't tell me you fall asleep while eating black bean noodles."

"Well, I do fall asleep with eyes open sometimes.."

Seokjin couldn't help but laughed hearing that. Walking to the kitchen, he exclaimed, "It's been some times since I saw you sleep with your eyes open. You must be quite exhausted, huh, Yoongi?"

What Seokjin did not notice as he took a bowl of noodles for himself was Yoongi heaving a sigh of relief and the way he deleted the whole message on his laptop in the speed of lightning before taking his empty bowl to the kitchen to wash it. On the couch, Jungkook stirred and opened his eyes, his gaze followed Yoongi's back as the male walked to the kitchen.

He had noticed the way Yoongi reacted ever since Seokjin talked to him from his faked slumber for the last few minutes.

Jimin had been staying in the small room for as long as he could remember, racking his brain to recall any important details that he might have forgotten about the papers left by Junhong. The two pieces of paper were laying perfectly still on the table and the short guy wandered how long he had stared at them. His mind was in a blank state. He wanted to solve the mystery of the handwritings but no matter how hard he thought about it, he could not come out with a good reason as to whom the handwritings actually belonged to. How he wished Namjoon was here with him. The leader was the brain and Jimin believed that Namjoon could came out with some good and useful suggestions.

Frustrated, he stormed out of the small room, figuring that getting some fresh air would do him more good than being trapped in the small room. There were small chatters coming from the kitchen and a quick peek showed that Seokjin and Yoongi were having a small conversation among themselves. Jimin's eyes wandered to the couch to find a still sleeping Jungkook. He shook his head in disapproval.

"This brat. He should have at least take a blanket if he wants to sleep on the couch. What if he catch a cold or something?" Muttering to himself, Jimin removed a blanket from the small cupboard that stood at the corner of their office and spread it over the younger boy's sleeping figure. Even though he wasn't really close with the youngest male in their team, Jimin wasn't one to ignore his friends' well-being so he felt that it was his responsibility to at least keep Jungkook from getting a cold. Jungkook stirred. Jimin stopped in his track, eyes locked on the sleeping figure, worried that his action might have disturbed the sleeping boy.

Seeing that the young boy did not wake up from his sleep, Jimin heaved a sigh of relief. He then proceed to the door before half-sneaking out of their office.

Standing in front of the apartment, Jimin realized that he didn't really have a place in mind that he would like to go. Plus he did not own a car, unlike his same-aged friends Taehyung and Jongup. He briefly wandered where Taehyung and Jungmi had been. He hadn't saw them in the office just now. Jimin looked around, unsure of where he wanted to go. A few female workers passed by him, chattering and giggling over something funny and to his left, a middle-aged worker was cleaning up the dried leaves and rubbish on the stone pavement.

Jimin followed the female workers to the crosswalk, waiting for the lights to turn green. A few other pedestrians soon joined and a small crowd was formed. It had been some time since Jimin had last walked around the city and the thought of being able to wander alone by himself cracked a smile across the red-haired boy's face. All of a sudden, he felt like a caged bird finally getting a taste of freedom. The roads were busy, lined by vehicles each waiting for the lights to turn green. After all, it was rush hour. People were on their way back home after a long tiring day of work and it was normal to see lines of stationary traffic at this hour.

The pedestrian light finally turned green. Jimin walked with the crowd across the pedestrian crossing. A small girl was carried by her father in front of Jimin and he made a funny face at the girl before he could stop himself. The small girl giggled and Jimin's smile only gotten wider. He spotted a cute-looking cafe at the far end of the street, half hidden by the shades of the trees and figured that he should check the new cafe out because, why not?

As the red-haired made his way over, he failed to notice a man in a grey hoodie that had followed him ever since he stepped out of the apartment building and entered the newly opened cafe minutes after he entered. Jimin ordered himself a taro milktea. Choosing a table that was located near the corner of the cafe, Jimin leaned backwards on the chair and stirred the milktea using the straw given. He turned his arm and took a look at the watch he was wearing. 18:48, the digits flickered.

From where he was sitting, Jimin could get a clear view of the apartment building where their secret office was located. Unlike BAP whoms hideout was a cottage located at the outskirts of Busan, theirs was situated in the center of Seoul city, where the hustle and bustle of the city could be felt from the deafening noise of vehicles that the roads never seen to be void of to the blinding light from the neon lights coming from almost every single shops and road stalls that stood proudly as the night draws in. Even in the late hours the streets never seem to be empty and cold. Youngsters and party-goers can often be seen crowding in front of the nightclubs and the big parks attract young and old couples alike.

However, despite the city looking all lively and cheerful, it has its disadvantages. People here remain busy. Everyone is a stranger to others and hardly anyone knows who their next door neighbours are, not to mention how their neighbours look like and what they do as a living. Which was why their secret office was founded in this city by Namjoon at the first place. Because nobody cares, and that was exactly what they needed.

That was how Seo