SAVE ME ||A Kim Taehyung Fanfiction||

⫣42⫦ Middle Man

"So, are we finally going to discuss what you guys found out?", I ask when we finally all settled down.
The mood immediately darkens, and my optimism drops.

I look up at Yoongi, swallowing hard.
"Don't tell me there was nothing on the phone?"

"Oh there was something, just not what we expected," he replies with a sigh, running his hand through his green hair in a frustrated gesture.

"Well, tell me! Did you find the evidence?"

Namjoon turns in his chair, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

"Not exactly. But we have an idea where it might be."

"Or rather who it might be with," Jungkook adds.

"Who?"

"Park Seo-joon."

My head snaps to Jimin.

I have never heard my father use that name, but I remember them telling me that he had been someone my father defended in court.

A sex-trafficer.
Someone who sold girls.
I remember the picture they showed me too.

He looked handsome, even in the grey prison jump-suit.
But those eyes had been nothing but cold and inhumane, it makes my skin prickle just thinking about them.

And yet- something seemed familiar about him- like I have seen him before.
But no matter how much I think about it, I can't remember where or when.

"Why would you think he has the evidence we're looking for?"

"Because he is the only contact on that phone," Yoongi answers, a finger to his temple like all of this was giving him a headache.

I feel the same.

"What do you mean, the only contact?"
I'm starting to feel really dumb, asking all those questions.

It's Namjoon who answers me next.

"We think your father may use him as the middle man.
That way he doesn't incriminates himself should this blow up in everyone's face.
Keeps himself in the background and lets someone as ruthless as Park Seo-joon do his dirty work for him- and take the blame when shit hits the fan."

"Your father is clever.
Even if all of this blows up, he only has to get rid of Seo-joon, and no one will be able to make a connection to him," Jimin falls in.

"Don't call him that. From now on, let's call him Kwang-Sun."

My voice is cold but steady.
They all nod, as if understanding what's going on inside me and I am yet again surprised by how much support I get from them.

"I just don't understand why Park Seo-joon," Taehyung murmurs aloud, seemingly deep in thoughts.

"Sure, Kwang-Sun got him out of prison and probably helped him to go under, but what makes a paranoid person like Kwang-Sun trust someone like him that much?
And why did Seo-Joon agree?
As the middle man, he stands the most risk to be right back in prison or worse.
So why?"

I sigh out loud.

"My father is very good at convincing people.
He's always managed to make people trust him."

Just like I trusted him...
I shake my head, trying to get rid of such thoughts.
I need to think more logical!

"So if Park Seo-joon is Kwang-Sun's henchman, then how do we get to him?"

Even though I asked for it, it still feels strange hearing my father's name leave my lips.

"That is the right question," Jin announces and holds up a sheet.

It's none other than Seo-Joon, looking dapper in a suit and glasses, smiling for the camera like he was an everyday, decent citizen.
He can't be much older than Jin himself.
And again I feel like I've seen that face before- but where?

"Obviously," Jimin states as he plays with Jungkook's fingers in his tiny hand: "Even after his charges were dropped in 2013, he decided to go by another name after he resurfaced.
He calls himself Baek Min-Sou now.
Officially he works for none other than JYP, but he has not once been given a public appearance, keeping himself in the background.
Just like the sneaky rat he is!"