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"MORNING, hana," yoongi greets me as i walk into the kitchen. namjoon waves at me as he munches on a piece of toast.
i simply smile, proceeding to pour myself a cup of coffee. i lean against the counter, quietly watching as yoongi desperately attempts to flirt with namjoon. it's too bad that namjoon can be so oblivious at times.
my eyes wander around the bleak room, trying to land on something that will capture my interest. nothing. i decide to give up and just stare at the ground.
life here at the house of cards organization has drained all of the trace amounts of joy left in me, those being memories of jin. but now that i've decided to forget about him, i feel empty inside.
"hana can tell you all about it, right hana?"
yoongi's voice snaps me out of my trance. "hm?" i hum, grabbing onto the white mug in my hands.
"are you okay, hana?" namjoon courteously asks, a hint of worry in his voice. "you just seem... out of it."
as i begin to think of an answer, taehyung walks into the room. i close my mouth shut immediately. yoongi and namjoon both greet him, but i remain silent.
"morning, hana," taehyung greets me, walking towards the refrigerator. i take a long sip of my coffee, pretending to have not heard him.
taehyung looks at me from above the refrigerator door, waiting for my response. seeing that he isn't receiving one, he shuts the door abruptly.
"what's going on, hana?" taehyung huffs, quickly losing his temper.
"you should be asking yourself that question," i retort, bitterness evident in my voice.
one good lesson that i learned from this whole mafia thing is to not be a pushover and to speak up for myself. i was going to give taehyung the silent treatment, but that's what the old me would've done. the new me wont't let taehyung walk all over me and play the victim.
"why were you so hard on me during training yesterday? and what for? it's not like we have a plan anyway," i begin to rant, stepping in front of him confidently. i don't even notice that yoongi and namjoon have left the room, most likely out of fear. taehyung opens his mouth to speak, but i quickly cut him off.
"it's been three months, taehyung. three months! and nothing. no plan. no looking for the cyphers. no jin... have you forgotten about him, moved on? or better yet, have you given up? given up on your own brother-"
"stop! stop it!" taehyung exclaims, his voice breaking. i take a step back, noticing how his eyes are full of tears.
perhaps i have grown too cold during these past three months...
"i lost my brother, hana. this has been just as rough on me as it has been on you. i don't need you tearing me apart on top that. and then you have the fucking audacity to say that i've given up on him?!" taehyung snaps, his cheast heaving heavily as he grows angrier.
"this whole organization is built up on what you lack most: trust."
i bite down on my lip to hold back my tears. he's right. i've been selfish, only thinking about myself. but still, i have a point of my own.
taehyung's dark eyes soon leave my own once he exits the room. unwilling to end our conversation like this, i run after him.
"taehyung! taehyung please stop!" i yell after him. his pace quickens as we walk through the twisting hallways of the building.
his figure soon comes to halt in front a worn out door. i've never been here before. taehyung turns around to face me, his gaze still intense. he proceeds to unlock the door and walks inside.
i hesitantly walk in as the door is shut behind me. for a second i believe that my eyes are deceiving me, but they aren't. this is all real.
all around the walls and scattered across tables are pieces of paper and photographs. they are all related to one thing, or better yet, one person: jin.
my eyes gloss over some of the papers as i walk around the room, taehyung carefully eyeing me from behind. i see pictures of old buildings, jungkook and his goons, and old newspaper articles, presumably of the cyphers themselves.
"as you can probably tell, i do have a plan," taehyung states, approaching me with his hands behind his back. "i didn't tell you any sooner because i wanted to make sure everything was perfect, as to not give you any false hope. but now, everything's set. and that's why i was so hard on you yesterday, i'm just feeling a lot of stress at the moment. i apologize for taking it all out on you."
"no, i'm sorry, taehyung," i admit. "i am sorry for doubting you and for accusing you of giving up on jin. i am such a jackass."
"no you're not, i would've acted the same way if i had been in your position," taehyung slightly smiles. "we're pretty similar, you and i. determined, yet hotheaded at times."
i can't help but chuckle. "yeah, i guess so."
"hey, i'm glad jin chose to break the rules by dating you. you clearly made him very happy. so thank you for that, sis."
my hearts swells up with joy at the sound of taehyung's words. he called me his sister. that is all of the validation i need from him.
without even thinking twice, i engulf taehyung in a hug. i wrap my arms tightly around him as i rest my head on his shoulder. "thank you, tae. for everything... i trust you."
"i trust you too," taehyung admits. he parts away from the hug first, but still holds onto my hands.
"so what does this all mean?" i ask, looking straight into taehyung's eyes. he loos back at me with a confident gaze.
