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When you woke up, Suga was gone, but he had left a glass of water and a note for you on the table beside his bed. You chugged the water, grateful; you were so thirsty. And starving. You hadn't eaten for four days now, and the first thing you wanted to do was eat. You checked your smart watch. 6:30. You still had time to shower, eat, and head to work. You groaned and stretched, basking in the morning sunlight that streamed through Yoongi's windows for a few minutes before grabbing the note and opening it.

𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠. 𝐿𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦. 𝐽𝐾 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑖𝑛. 𝐼𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑡, 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡. 𝑆𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤, 𝐾𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛.

You blew out a breath and smiled. Sweet of him to leave a note. And you were happy that Kookie would be escorting you; you really wanted to thank him for the part he played in rescuing you. You crawled out of Yoongi's illegally-comfortable bed and grabbed your heels and ripped dress off the floor, holding it close to your chest as you slipped from Suga's room into your own. Thankfully no one was in the hall, but you heard activity downstairs. You showered and got dressed in a simple button-down and pencil skirt for work, slipping on modest 3-inch heels. You made your way down to the kitchen and found Jimin, Tae, Hobi, and Jungkook.

They all grinned and greeted you, and JHope pointed from you to one of the many empty stools at the counter. "Sit. Eat. What d'you want? I make a killer omelet." He beamed at you, and you laughed as the other three boys heartily agreed.

"Omelet it is, then," you said. The five of you chatted as Hobi prepared your breakfast. Suga was out in the city, taking a meeting with a spy in the Black Roses. Jin was doing better; he was off of the ventilator and breathing on his own now, thank God. Business was up. J-Hope had a dozen new recruits for his clubs, Jungkook had a big arms deal in two days, Jimin just got in a shipment of ecstasy he was going to sell in bulk to fund the repairs to the manor, and V was hunting down where your Uncle and his men ran off to. You ate as the boys talked over you, scarfing down the omelet like you'd never had one before. It was hella good. You complimented Hobi and he smiled so big his eyes closed as he whisked your plate away, plopping a second helping down.

"Eat," he repeated. You obeyed. Apparently Namjoon was defending some bigshot drug-dealer who'd gotten caught bribing politicians, and the case was going well enough, but Tae thought they should bribe the foreman. You snorted a laugh under your breath; a case about bribery? Bribe the jury to win! Naturally. You were in a great mood; last night with Yoongi had certainly helped, but it was...more than that. You were back at the Manor. Surrounded by the busy flurry of activity of Bangtan Boys rushing to and fro on Family business, the underlings all smiling and greeting you widely. You were home.

Odd, how in less than a week, you'd grown so comfortable so quickly here. But you decided to stop fighting it. It was in your blood, you guessed. But more than that...the Inner Circle were quickly becoming some of the only people in your life that you could count on. Your brothers. Family. It felt...good. Right. You smiled as Jungkook raved about the car chase last night, laughing as he re-enacted how the Boys had sent one of the SUVs into the river. Your heart swelled up and tears kissed the corners of your eyes. You were safe. You were home. You blew out a breath and pushed back your plate, laying your head on the counter sleepily.