That's The Way Of It

11: Layer By Layer

Namjoon had taken their manager and their lawyer into the other room to talk in private almost immediately. A muscle in Namjoon’s jaw had been twitching like crazy for almost the entirety of the questioning, his jaw jutted forward signifying that he was truly pissed.

Hoseok burst up into the room as soon as he heard the front door click into place. Yoongi and Jimin followed closely behind, all three having been spying from the living room doorway. The three men all had ticked off looks clouding their handsome faces.

Brenna looked at Yoongi and reached out her hand for him, needing the feeling of safety that being with him had brought her since their first contact. Jungkook unwillingly let Brenna go into Yoongi’s open arms, fighting the urge to drag her away from Yoongi’s touch, knowing that he was being unreasonable.

“What the hell was with the gross cop? What’s his deal?!” Hoseok said loudly, sticking his tongue out at the door and flipping it off.

“For real! The way he kept staring at Brenna was creepy as hell.” Jimin said, flopping down into the chair on the other side of the table, his blonde bangs falling into his face before he pushed them away. “Plus the way he kept going after Kookie? I wanted to punch his stupid face!” Jimin fumed, crossing his arms over the chest of his big purple hoodie.

“I don’t like him. I don’t think we can trust him.” Brenna whispered quietly.

Yoongi ran his tongue over his teeth, deep in thought, his arm tight around her shoulders. “Hmmm. I think you’re right,” he agreed, “There is something really off about him.”

Jungkook nodded, “His questioning… was weird. It was like.. he was trying to get more information about me than he was about Brenna.”

“Yeah, he’s strange. MAJOR creep vibes.” Hoseok stated.

*
The man rewound the security tapes, listening closely to the voice coming through the speaker phone serting on Niragi’s phone.

“Interesting.” He said, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “This is good news for us.”

He then proceeded to save a copy of the video of the conversation on his personal hard drive, a plan forming in his mind, taking his spare phone out of a hidden pocket in his jacket.

*

Wooyoung sat on the couch in the house that he and Brenna had inherited, curled up underneath Brenna’s favorite old blanket, Mr. Worthington tucked firmly into his arms as he stared blearily at the TV screen, not even sure exactly what he was watching anymore.

It was noon right?

He looked out of the window and watched the sun try to shine down through the lightly fallen snow.

Yeah, it was noon.

Sleep had been alluding Wooyoung for several months but since Brenna went missing, it was like sleep was determined to escape him. He had tried teas, sleeping pills, meditation – everything that people always said would help. But it never really did. He may have slept for only a few hours at a time before he was woken up with terrible nightmares of Brenna, blood and Niragi’s smiling face looming over him.

Wooyoung and the gang had all been trying in vain to get ahold of S. Texts and calls going unanswered, the phone shut off for he was there, as was custom for his family. They all knew that S was dealing with a family death, it’s why he flew to Korea to begin with, but this was serious too. They were stuck between giving S the time to grieve or interrupting and letting him know that his friend was missing. It was hard for them to decide which course of action would be best. They knew it would be a while before any of them heard back and so, they were all waiting impatiently for him to get the messages.