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Namjoon POV
You are in a relationship with him, I guess you forgave him.
He didn't tell you, did he?
Seokjin killed your parents.
I covered my ears with my hands to stop the voices in my head but they just kept on repeating. Even after two days of that conversation, the man's voice was still clear in my mind like a movie that was being replayed again and again. I wish I could get away from all this. From the voices, from the people. From Seokjin. I don't know who to trust anymore. How could he do this to me? But did he really kill... I groaned and turned to lay on my side. I turned my phone finally to distract my mind. A huge mistake. There were texts from hyung and 15 missed calls. I locked the phone and closed my eyes.
"Hyung?"
I turned to the door to find Jimin standing there. "Are you alright?"
I nodded slowly, "I am."
"Let's eat?" Jimin's voice was somewhat soothing. But it didn't help with the voices in my head.
I shook my head, "Not hungry."
Jimin came in a little, "Hyung, you haven't eaten for an entire day. Please eat something."
I sighed as I closed my eyes, "I am tired, Jimin. Leave me alone." I covered my head with the blanket and waited for Jimin to leave the room. When I heard the click of the door, I peeked out of the blanket. I don't know what I should do. What am I even supposed to do? Should I ask hyung? What if he lies to me? Can I really trust that man in the cafe? The phone beside me started ringing.
Seokjin hyung calling.
I sighed and turned the phone silent before closing my eyes and hiding under the blanket again. Maybe I can stay like this for the rest of my life. A tear drop fell down my cheek. I feel so pathetic for what i have become. I can't trust hyung. No matter how hard I try, the tears won't stop. I covered myself with the blanket again to make sure my voice doesn't reach out of the room as i cry bitterly.
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"Appa, Eomma..." I bowed to the two graves in front of me. I slowly started cleaning the grave and then put some fresh flowers on each of them. "I am sorry for not visiting you so often," I said as I sat beside the graves.
I sighed, "In about two months, I will be a certified lawyer." I chuckled, "And I still don't know who to trust and who to not trust." A tear fell from my eye, but I wiped it immediately. "I love him so much. So much that I can't imagine my future without him. But what that man said, if that is true, how am I supposed to face him? How am I supposed to confront him?" It's seems like i have lost control over my tears. They flowed on my cheeks continuously.
"Eomma, appa... please help me. What am I supposed to do? I would never be able to forgive Seokjin hyung if he was behind all this. But how would I move on then? How would I carry myself after that?" I covered my face with my palm as I cried in front of my parents. "Please, help me. I can't live like this. I don't want to live like this." I wish they were here with me to lead me from here. I don't know where to go for help.
After about half an hour, I got up and bowed to them, "I am sorry for worrying you. I will make sure to solve this as soon as possible." I made my way to exit and think about things that had happened in a few days.
"Namjoon."
I looked back and found Mr Kim sitting on one of the benches. He patted the space beside him, inviting me to sit with him. I bowed to him and sat beside him, "Visiting someone?" He asked, looking at the sky.
I nodded, "My parents."
Mr Kim nodded, "Ah, right."
There was an uncomfortable silence between us but then he broke it, "So, I heard you have taken a four-day leave from work."
I kept quiet. Can I trust him? Will he give a correct answer? "Yes, sir." I closed my fist tightly, "I wanted to get away from Seokjin hyung." Here goes nothing.
Mr Kim turned to me, "Why?"
"I-" I fidgeted with my fingers, "I met a man named Cha Munsu in the cafe and he told me that Seokjin was the one who killed my parents."
Mr Kim hummed and then kept quiet. What am I supposed to understand by this? Is he confirming the news? "Do you believe him?" He asked slowly.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I don't know who to trust."
He nodded. "Well, You are a son of two detectives. Get yourself together and question things that happened around you, Munsu and Seokjin. What did Munsu say? How did Seokjin react to your stories? After that, decide what you want."
I looked at him for the first time and saw him smiling at me. I thought about what happened that evening again. When I found things that were weird, I gasped.
"You found something." Mr Kim said.
I nodded, "First of all, he came into the cafe and sat right next to me and acted as if we met coincidentally. The cafe wasn't full. He could have sat anywhere else."
Mr Kim nodded, "Right."
I continued, "And then he produced a 15-year-old video out of nowhere. It was crucial evidence. People usually don't carry evidence like these on their phones, so carelessly. And one more thing. He confidently said that Seokjin hyung paid the commissioner to kill my parents. But only I knew that the commissioner killed my parents. I have never told anyone about this except Seokjin hyung and others."
Mr Kim smiled, "Now that you know the answer, let me tell you one thing. If Seokjin had to kill your parents, he would have done that in the same club. He doesn't believe in the cheap tricks like apparent accidents and suicides. But Seokjin really respected your parents for their loyalty to the country. He would never do something like this."
I felt like a huge stone was lifted off of my heart. I bowed to Mr Kim, "Thank you so much, sir. I know what I want now. Thank you so much."
Mr Kim nodded, "I am glad you know who to trust now. And you can call me abeoji if you like. And one more thing. This is the first time Seokjin has really loved someone. He is smiling more, he is thinking with his heart more. He is the happiest when he is with you. Make sure not to take that away from him."
Wow! I smiled brightly, "I'll take care of it, abeonim." I bowed again before running off to the main road. I stopped the taxi and told him to drive to hyung's house. I was fidgety all the way to his house. I hope he can forgive me. When I reached there, the house was empty. Was hyung still at the company? Before I could move, I heard the key code being entered. I smiled to myself when hyung called for Mew. I felt like I was flying in the sky.
God, I missed him so much.
When he saw me, he smiled brightly, "Namjoon..." He said, before throwing himself at me. I caught him by his waist and buried my face in his neck. He smells so good. He always smells so fresh, so peaceful.
He kissed my head, "God... I missed you!"
"I missed you too." I sighed, "I am sorry for going M.I.A. like this."
Hyung stepped back and scanned me from head to toe, "Are you alright? Were you that sick? Did you go to the doctor's?"
I felt really bad for worrying him like this. I looked at the floor, "Hyung, I need to tell you something. And apologise again."
Jin hyung looked at him with confusion, "Apologies?" He shook his head, "Let's talk about this after eating something. I am beat! What do you want? Hyung will cook it for you."
"Hyung..." I stopped myself from complaining. He must be really tired. I didn't want to make him more stressed. So I just smiled, "You don't have to cook anything. I already bought take out with me."
I led Seokjin to the kitchen and sat down. I opened the packets for hyung as hyung folded his sleeves so that he wouldn't spoil them. Hyung ate well as if he was hungry for a few days. I cleaned after him. Now was the time to apologise, "Hyung-" before I could even start, the keycode was being entered. I groaned internally. Let me confess, for god's sake!
"Phi!"
Mew entered the house in a haste. Gulf was right, he should learn to give Seokjin hyung some privacy. He looked like he had run a hundred kilometres. Seokjin looked at him with a worried expression, "What happened?"
Mew panted a little, "Gulf is missing."