𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 | 𝗯𝘁𝘀.

• Job AU •

(In case someone doesn't know, an AU is an alternate universe)

Jang-Mi tapped her fingers against the smooth wood surface, her nails making clean clicking noises. Her dark eyes were trained on the clock, waiting.

Finally, it was six.

She pressed the phone button on her desk, calling her assistant. "I'm going home now, okay? Don't stay too long."

"Of course, ma'am. You have a nice night."

Jang-Mi was out the building in a flash. She drove a different route to usual, not going home just yet; she had somewhere very important to be.

She parked her car outside a familiar house, the smile on her dainty lips growing larger. She pushed the door shut, walking up and entering the home with the spare key she always had.

She dropped her keys on the side table, setting her bag on the floor and hanging up her jacket. She heard a set of voices coming from the kitchen, so she made her way over.

"How've you boys been?"

The two men stood there whirled around in shock, which Jang-Mi was kind of surprised at; her heels weren't exactly quiet. Either way, she grinned and held open her arms.

Taehyung dropped the fruit he'd been eating onto the plate, dashing into her hold. Jimin also set down his glasses, waiting patiently for his hug. Once she'd gotten them both, Jang-Mi had a small step back to look at them both.

Taehyung worked for a news company, and he was still wearing the pant-shorts, dress shirt, and bow-tie. His glasses were a bit messed up from the hug, and he reached to fix them.

Jimin was a teacher, in math. He still wore the black slacks and white shirt, seeming to have abandoned his tie. His shoes were still on as well, unlike Tae- who must've kicked them off.

"Did you here a little while ago?" Jang-Mi asked, sliding out of the heels. Her nude tights provided a little protection against the cold floor.

"I've been home a for a little while." Jimin shrugged and gestured to the papers on the dining table; tests that he was grading.

"I've been here, like, five minutes." Taehyung smiled. He shoved more orange into his mouth, obviously hungry.

Jang-Mi smiled wider, leaning against Jimin's side. "I wonder when the others will get here."

At that moment, a loud voice called out,

"Honey, I'm home!"

The person was obviously talking to Jimin, seeing as he was the one who owned the house. There was one person who would tease him like that.

"Kookie!" Jang-Mi shrieked, sliding down the hall to barrel into him.

He was still in his police uniform, having just got back from work. He seemed taller, and more muscular, and the badge had changed a bit. He must have moved up ranks.

"Jangie, I've missed you." He grinned, bending slightly to burry his face into Jang-Mi's shoulder. She pet his hair and accepted the affection.

They made their way into the kitchen again, and Jungkook greeted his hyungs with tight hugs. The four spoke for a bit, the boys asking Jang-Mi about her business, before a calm silence settled.

"So just Jin-Oppa and Hoseok-Oppa?" Jang-Mi smiled sadly.

The three boys nodded a little, trying not to think of it. Not long later, anyway, the two missing people barged through the door.

Jang-Mi ran to them, hugging them at the same time.

Hoseok was in his own clothes seeing as he didn't have a race today. His next one was probably in the next few weeks, but the car needed fixing; that's what he said when she last messaged him.

Jin wasn't on call for work either, which Jang-Mi was both happy and disappointed about. She loved seeing her Oppa in his surgeon wear, he looked so smart.

She dragged them in by their arms, and all six sat down at the table to talk and eat. Jimin pushed the papers aside, forgetting them happily.

Jin started telling them stories, as much as he could with client confidentiality, because they always loved starting their reunions with his stories. It reminded them of when they were younger in the orphan house, and he would gather them all in his room if they could sleep and he'd tell them stories.

Just as Hoseok got into talking about the new race coming up, the doorbell ran. Jang-Mi offered to get it, making her way down the hall.

She opened it, only to find a well-dressed man she didn't know. She tilted her head and smiled anyway.

"May I help you?"

"I've been asked to deliver two packages." He said, a warm smile lighting his face.

Jang-Mi looked past his shoulder to where he was pointing. There stood a Naval Captain, and a Military Captain.

And Jang-Mi would recognise those gummy and dimpled smiles anywhere.

She raced towards them, ignoring the cold that spiked her barely covered feet, and launched herself at them.

Yoongi and Namjoon caught her easily, holding her between them. The other boys had come out when she'd taken so long, only to gasp and react as she had. The third man who'd brought them smiled, tipped his hat, and left without a word.

"Oppas!" Jang-Mi cried, bawling like she was that little girl back at the orphanage, finding out that Namjoon or Yoongi had gotten into a fight for her.

"Why didn't you say?! We thought it'd be another three years!" Jungkook coughed, trying to unclog his throat.

"We wanted it to be a surprise," Yoongi smiled. He placed his Navy hat on Jungkook's head and Namjoon placed his own on Jang-Mi's.

"I think it worked." Tae grinned, gripping into Yoongi still. Both Army men let out gentle laughs, holding their dear friends.

"We had to come back for this reunion," Namjoon spoke softly. "There was no way we could leave our family."