Getting out of the police station proved to be quite an easy task for Hoseok. The lady who witnessed the two fainted police had ran out of the station and was currently talking over the phone, and Hoseok assumed that she must have called the nearest police station. She had her back facing the entrance of the station and Hoseok used the chance to escape from the crime scene before another pairs of eyes were set on him. 

Under the black hoodie, Hoseok's eyes darted from the couple walking in front to him to the closed shops he was passing by. The police uniform he had on back in the police station was dumped besides the fainted police before he made his escape and he was back with his hoodie and jeans. It was pretty dark on the alley that he was walking and from a stranger's perspective, he looked more like a teenager who just escaped from home, looking for a place to hang out than a fugitive on the run. Or that was what Hoseok was hoping.

There were some shops getting closed for the day but that did not make the crowd roaming around the streets any lesser. Loud music could be heard blaring from a nearby nightclub with a lot of young lads hanging around with their friends at the entrance of the club, trying to hit on the pretty girls they laid their eyes on. Hoseok would love to hang around the bar, preferably getting himself drunk and have fun dancing like the way he used to whenever their team completed a mission but he knew now was not the right time to do that. 

But that did not stop him from entering the club after looking at the flashing multicolored neon sign for a few seconds. His name wasn't Jung Hoseok if he wasn't the type of person who loved to go against the laws, or the choices normal people usually made under his conditions like right now.

Hoseok dragged his feet over the dance floor where dozens of bodies were moving and swaying along to the music and found his way to the bar. Ordering his favourite kind of wine, he sat on the tall wooden stool and waited for his drink to arrive.

Namjoon had told him that there was a spy in their team. He needed to let the others know. The bartender handed him his glass of wine and offered him a smile before getting to the other club-goers and Hoseok replied with a tiny nod. Hoseok stared at his glass but his eyes weren't focused. His mind was racing a mile a minute, thinking of what he had to do. He needed to get the message to his teammates, no doubt that but the problem is, who is he suppose to tell? Who can he trust? Namjoon doesn't know who is the spy, and he's still locked up in the detention room back in the police station, so how is he suppose to know who is the spy in their team?

A thousand questions spiralled in his mind but none was getting an answer. Hoseok lifted his hand and rested his head on it, gently rubbing his temple to ease the pounding sensation of a headache away. If he told the wrong person, for instant, the spy lurked around his friends in the team, he was going to get them killed. So the main question is, who should he tell the secret information to?

"Damn it!" The glass of wine was smashed down quite hardly by Hoseok unconsciously as he cursed, causing the some of the liqour to spill in the process and a nearby man to stare at him in shock. Hoseok murmured an apology half-heartedly. He went through the faces of his teammates in his mind as he tried to choose the best candidate. Jungmi was definitely out of option. Not only she was the newest recruit in their team, they barely know much about the said girl besides how she could manipulated others into doing her bidding. Besides, she gave off a vide that Hoseok never really liked and seeing how Jungkook was getting all protective over the girl did not help ease his suspicions toward her. And there was Jungkook. The 18-year-old who thirst for blood more than anyone Hoseok ever meet in his whole life. If Hoseok claimed himself as the fire, then Jungkook would be the ice. The cold attitude and the lack of emotion in him made Jungkook looked olders than he really was. In addition to that, Jungkook had merely joined their team not long ago. Hoseok decided he could not trust the boy enough to tell him that.

That narrowed the list down to Seokjin, Yoongi and Jimin. Oh, and he almost forgot about Taehyung. Well, on a second thought, it was best not to let Taehyung know about that. Hoseok never really was able to communicate well with the weirdo. That was what he called Taehyung personally. Yes, there were times they could absolutely talked away with the randomest stuff in the world while on the other times, they could barely understand each other's logic. Or more likely, it was Hoseok that couldn't understand the younger's logic. Scratched his name, and that left Seokjin, Yoongi and Jimin. And Hoseok found his eyes trailing along a small figure that moved across the dance floor who's back looked similarly like the young red-haired boy in his team.

Hoseok squinted his eyes, trying to make out whether he was just seeing things or was it really Jimin who was in the nightclub. There were a lot of teenagers who dyed their hair red and Hoseok certainly wouldn't want to embarrassed himself by calling the wrong person. At that moment, the guy he had fixed his eyes on turned around and Hoseok could immediately told from his features that it was none other than Park Jimin himself.

The wooden stool was pushed back with a screech sound as Hoseok stood, weighing his options between revealing himself to Jimin and remain hidden and 'dead' to the rest of the world. Unknowingly, his feet started to move, bringing their owner nearer to the tuff of red-haired that was almost covered up among the rest of the dancing crowd.

"Jimin."

Jimin sprung aroud at the sound of someone calling his name. He could see no one at his back, no one that was looking for him beside the crowd of teenagers that were deeply immersed in their own dance. Perhaps he had heard wrongly. No one should be here looking for him, anyway, since he had texted both Seokjin and Taehyung that he was out taking some fresh air and won't be back until probably after midnight. He did not have a family, after his sole guardian, his grandfather had passed away. Jimin had never met his biological parents before and he doubt that they will come and find him in this very nightclub at this moment. So he was definitely hearing things.

Jimin was about to turn back and went over the bar to take a short break after dancing on the dance floor when an arm s around his neck and a huge hand covered his mouth, muffling his surprised yelp. He started struggling and the hand tightened with another snaking around his waist before someone breathed against his earlobe, "Calm down, Jiminnie. It's me. Hoseok."

"Mha-" Jimin stopped his struggling at the mention of 'Hoseok'. He let himself be dragged over to a corner by the man behind him and was forced to sit down on the leather couch. The man released him and moved to sit on the couch opposite him. He pushed the cap that he was wearing a little higher to let the beams of neon lights fell upon his face. He was unmistakenly the man that Jimin had thought had died in the accident not long ago. Jung Hoseok.

"Y-you're...alive." Was all the poor shocked boy could managed.

Hoseok wiggled his brow, "I am." And before he could talk furthur, he was engulfed in a tight embrace. Hoseok couldn't help but chuckles at Jimin's actions. This kid missed him like a puppy missed its owner. And Hoseok was touched.

"Man, you're gonna suffocate me, Jimin." Hoseok patted the younger's head and laughed when he broke the embrace and sat back with blushed cheeks. Jimin was happy that Hoseok wasn't dead, grateful that he had somehow escaped from those cops who were after him the day when they were trying to save Jungmi. He leaned forward and carefully asked, "How did you escaped, hyung? We all thought yo-you're dead. The explosion was huge and I...I thought I've lost you." His voice was barely above a whisper at the end of the sentence and if Hoseok had not had good hearings, he might had missed what Jimin had said.

"It's a long story, little boy." Jimin nodded his head in anticipation, waiting for Hoseok to continue and so he did. He told Jimin how he managed to jump off the car in the last minute before it exploded, how he had suspected  that the package was a bomb in the beginning and how he ended up in the dark alley before he was found by someone who was surprisingly willing to take care of him and never asked anything about him.

"But long story short, I am safe for now." Hoseok paused to have a drink of his wine. He vividly recalled how he first met the younger boy and how he helped him fought off those gangsters before bringing him to Namjoon. Jimin joined BTS Investigator Team because Hoseok invited him to. But Hoseok had his reasons for inviting Jimin to join and for making Namjoon agreed on letting Jimin into their team. When he first saw him being cornered at the deserted road by five guys whom were all at least 5 inches taller and twice as big as Jimin, Hoseok hadn't thought of helping the boy. He was mor