#9 We're Not Detectives

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"Wait," you protest, as Hoseok hooks your arm and Yoongi the other. "What about Haneul and Ayden? They're at a play date right now. I'm supposed to get them at noon."

Your march towards the elevator halts.

"Oh," Yoongi says, "hadn't thought of that."

"Could you have someone else get them?" Namjoon suggests.

"Everyone's busy with things," you tell him.

"Perhaps she could go and get them, take them to Jimin's house, and have TaeMin babysit them for a couple of hours?" Jin suggests.

Taehyung groans.

"I thought we'd emphasized it enough that me and Tae will not be referred to as that," Jimin says, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation.

Jin shrugs his broad shoulders and smiles teasingly.

"It's settled then," Yoongi says.

He turns on his heel and pushes you back the other way, toward the expensive vehicles.

"Tell us the truth, Y/N, which of us handsome men do you want to chauffer you?" Yoongi teases.

"Um," you say.

"Wait, wait," Hoseok buts in, "let's have her pick the car and see who she gets."

"That's not fair," Taehyung argues, "she already knows which are mine and Jimin's."

"Which will it be, Jeon?" Namjoon asks.

You look around at the parking garage, at the seven fancy cars. You walk over to a car, having made your choice.

"This one," you say. You're standing next to Jimin's orange Chevrolet.

"Looks like she likes Jimin the best," Taehyung sighs, dropping his head.

"Actually," you say, "I like Jungkook the best."

"His was that one," Jin says, pointing to a purple Mercedes.

"They still have his car?" you choke back a sob.
Then you realize something.

"Why does Jungkook have a fancy, purple car and yet never tell me about it?" you ask, "How do you all have expensive cars?"

"We'll explain everything when you get back," Namjoon reassures you.

"This way," Jimin says, jangling his car keys. You laugh a little and he grins.

Haneul and Ayden are just as excited to see Jimin as they are to see you. Over the past few days of living in his mansion of a house, they'd grown closer, through playing games and playful teasing.

"Jimin," Haneul says, as she sits on your lap in the backseat of his orange Chevrolet.

"Yeah?" Jimin replies.

"I'm just glad you're helping us find Daddy," she says, beaming cutely.

You kiss her cheek and squeeze her tight.

"Anytime kiddo, anytime."

You arrive at Jimin's house and are picked up by Hoseok's red Mercedes, leaving your children in the care of "TaeMin."

"So, Hoseok," you say, as the dark haired man drives in silence. "Are you and Chaehyun married yet?"

"Yep," he says, smiling, "we've been happily married for a little over a year."

"Does Namjoon have any kids? Is anyone else married?" you press.

He chuckles slightly.

"A lot can happen in two years, huh?" he says. "Namjoon has twin boys. Taehyung briefly dated someone, other than that, nothing else has changed."

"Wait, what are his kids names?"

"Seojun and Hyunwoo, and they're almost a year old," Hoseok replies.

"That is just so cute," you can't help smiling.

Soon enough, you arrive back at the "headquarters," and park in the garage.

"Everyone's waiting for us," Hoseok says, opening your car door. "An explanation awaits for you." He offers his hand to you.

"I don't understand what needs to be explained to me," you argue, "I know Jungkook was a detective and you all were part of team that took part in dangerous things."

"That's the thing, Y/N, we're not detectives, we're specially-trained assassins. And so was your husband, two years ago," he says, grinning.

"Wh-what?" you splutter.

"There's a lot that you've been kept in the dark about, Y/N. We're going to drop it all, no holding back, and it's going to be a lot for you."

"You're assassins?" you say, still in shock. "H-how?"

"Like I said, follow me to the elevator and everything will make a whole lot more sense to you."

You take his hand, firmly. You need explanations now. Was your husband an assassin your entire marriage? What did he do that got him kicked out? Did he kill people?

That last thought scares you, as the elevator doors close.

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