y can still picture himself a couple of years ago, absolutely livid because Hope got away again, let himself be caught only to laugh in Y's face, and run away later. He was ridiculing him, trying to make him and his men a laughing stock.

So when they caught him again, Y was the first to visit, demanding everyone to leave them alone, gun so tempting where he twirled it in his hand. Oh, but when he walked in, he wasn't expecting a man his age, had expected a dirty, old bastard like they all seemed to fucking be.

But Hope was a complete change of scene, giggling where he was sitting on the floor, a cute little hat atop his head and Y didn't know what to think.

This was the feared Hope everyone warned him about? The same man that could escape in mere seconds?

Who was staring up at Y with a glittering smile and painted nails.

Painted nails-

It was too late when Y realized Hope was free, the younger bouncing toward him with quick, happy steps.

Y couldn't move- couldn't even bring himself to lift his gun and shoot, hated himself for it.

Hope looked so sweet when he stopped in front of Y, grin bright, heart-shaped. Y couldn't even be angry anymore- took an enormous risk, letting Hope near him so easily, letting the other touch him.

But Hk pranced around him, giggled, "I was waiting to see when you'd meet me~"

Y didn't reply, knew it was best to keep his mouth shut, even when Hope's hand crawled up his neck, fingers running softly through the hair on his nape.

"You're very pretty, Agust," grimaced because this wasn't okay, knew he was being stupid.

Hope stopped in front of him again, warm hand still on his nape, drawing circles against his skin.

"I'm J Hk," Y... didn't know that, didn't believe him either. "Call me Hobi, yeah?"

He knew Hk didn't hold a special position, their leader was Sj, and Y never had a problem with him- he kept his distance. Never crossed paths with the other and preferred to keep it that way.

So he was definitely surprised when N called one night, telling him that they caught someone on their side of the woods, someone who looked a lot like one of Sj's men.

Things were somewhat calm, nothing was happening out of the ordinary- why would one of sj's men be watching him? He probably stumbled into the woods by accident. So Y told them to bring him in, rough him up a bit maybe and let him go. But he'd escaped before they could even speak to him, and Y was starting to get on edge, nearly daily occurrences now- white ears peeking from behind cars, flashes of white when Y was making rounds.

And it was the same thing, over and over and over again. Hope getting caught only to escape in minutes, and Y-Y didn't want to hurt him- didn't want to start a war over something so meek-

"I'll see you later," He left, and Y let him go. Watched, still silent, as Hk walked out of the back door, turned to wave for the last time.

He stood there, long after Hk left, frustrated for being so weak, slamming the gun against the floor with a tug at his hair.

Fuck, fuck-

he's fucked.

He was marching out soon, barging into N's room to huff out a sharp, "J Hk. Bring me all the J Hk in this fucking country," N nodded with a frown but still brought in piles of folders the next day, and Y apologized, letting him have the rest of the week off because he knew he was maybe a bit unfair, knew N spent the entire night up researching.

N was more than happy to accept and Y got to work quickly, flipping through pages worth of information at light speed.

By the next day, he was starting to give up, disgruntled, maybe even a little angry at himself because he took Hope's words to heart. Why wouldn't the other lie? And now, he's making Y look like a complete idiot.

But he was almost at the end when a little picture tag caught his attention. He paused, brought the folder closer, nearly smiled.

It's him.

Younger, hair matted on his forehead, an awkward smile pulled on his face- but it was him no doubt; same sharp nose and high cheekbones, heart lips, and perfect denture.

J Hk of xyz.

Hk didn't show up for a while, and Y nearly forgot about him.

nearly.

maybe not that morally grey but still

if you recognize the names NO YOU DONT

thank you for reading this far uhuehueheuheuh