The Photographer [Taejin]

32 첫밤 (First Night)

"A photo about you," Muttered Jungkook, pausing for some seconds before adding: "A photo of you inside your own apartment, asleep and without noticing anything."

Kim Seokjin world was crumbling again. It keeps doing it since Jackson disseparence. Since then, he kept noticing everything that wasn't right in his life.

Now, he wasn't safe anywhere: not even in his own home.

Not many people knew about where he lived, just his agency, closest friends and some of his house-keeping workers that he had hired a long time ago.

Who could have taken photographs of him while asleep?

Not many people stayed the night, only his closest friends like Joon, Yoongi and sometimes, Jimin-ah.

Rarely, only when wasted after long talks accompanied by beers and laughter, Jackson also slept in his house. Passed out on his couch.

'The comfiest couch on this world' He used to say, alongside words like 'I would sleep here forever and never get backaches'

Then, whoever was 'he', could also be someone who did sneak into his home uninvited, like some crazy fan or sasaeng. 

This thought was scary because he lived in one of the most secure living apartments around Seoul. He paid for the best security, so at least, to make it harder for criminals and fanatics to get access to his door's password code or to climb up to any windows.

So the question was:

Who and how did he achieve it?

Did someone corrupt his own staff? Was here part of from his own staff?

Could he be one of his fr-?

"That's why, from now on, most of the people close to you are under suspicion of being allies of the criminal or, the criminal himself. Also, there's also the growing believe that Jackson Wang could have been killed or worse" Said Hoseok, looking worried.

Kim Seokjin shivered.

And it wasn't an act.

Words from later that day kept dancing on his insides, chilly words that seemed to prophesy and warned about what lies ahead.