Jungkook's point of view:
"Taehyung you called me here, so let me do my job." I retort. Taehyung sighs and runs his hand through his hair.
"Officer please just conside --"
"Consider what?" I shut the laptop. "As we speak now we are waisting time." I clear my throat. It's pointless arguing with Taehyung over moves that are supposed to be done by the police. I thought he would follow on with my plan, because it's the quickest way to save his fiancé and niece –but yet he wants to pull 'the family' card.
"Taehyung your fiancé is in danger," I say getting up in his face. From watching the video all I know is that Namjoon was specifically targeting Taehyung so he took Andrea but it made no sense for the young child to be taken. "And your brother has her captive. So get your head out your ass thinking that your brother will miraculously hand her over to you," He clinches his jaw giving me piercing eyes.
"Why can't we just follow with Namjoon's orders–"
"The same orders not involving police? Wow that's rich," I sarcastically say. "Not."
He remains silent, being stubborn. Maybe his wife being held captive makes him tense.
Jimin speaks, "Taehyung I really hate not siding with you but Officer Jeon is right. You know exactly what Namjoon is capable of doing–"
"Exactly what I'm saying. This high bulleted plan places Andrea in a crossfire and she'll die--"
"Bullshit." I express snatching the coordinations from the police officer. "No one has ever died on my watch, so why would Andrea?"
"With your plan she might–"
"Do you love this woman?" I suddenly ask.
He doesn't waste a second nodding eagerly, "Of course I do and I know what's best in this situation involving my fiancé and brother."
Every one is silent to the point where it's almost hard to breathe. Taehyung is dead serious and his eyes are firmly on me.
"Trust me when I say that she won't die," I emphasis. "I give you my word."
"And my brother?" He notes.
Jimin makes a confused face looking at his friend, a few of my policeman look at him weirdly. Hoseok pats my back whispering in mg ear. "He needs some air to cool down," I nod my head.
"I can't promise anything," I say honestly looking Taehyung straight in his eye. "If he won't die then he'll end up in jail,"
"Can we talk in private?" he asks. I nod my head towards the stairs. He follows behind me.
I walk down the long corridor and enter his room. The room doesn't look any better especially since the lights are off, but the hue of the open curtains provide a beautiful scenery of the moon.
Taehyung enters. "Tell me something Taehyung,"
He looks at me and bites the inside of his lip. "Tell you what?"
"Tell me about Namjoon,"
He walks to his bed sitting down. From the nightstand he brings up a framed picture and hands it to me.
My eyes look down at the picture, it's him and Andrea.
The sunlight in the background leaves light strokes around them. She embraces him in her tiny frame with a cheeky grin looking up to him. He isn't too bad himself with the biggest grin. His eyes look intensely into her eyes as his arm is around her bringing her close. My heart lights up at the picture, euphoria surrounds this picture.
I look back at him, he has his hands against his head.
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Taehyung's point of view
Officer Jeon inspects the photo of Andrea and I, a small smile carving in his lips.
"You know I love her. Andrea," I lick my lips. "I love her so much. She makes me happy and refined and new and whole and..myself," I clear my throat feeling heavy.
"I was born in a broken and poverty stricken family. My mum, for a living was an exotic dancer and my father.. Well he was never in the picture. Already there was no love from my parents. My mum was all alone and the pressure was hard on her. Everything was going well, you know living the poverty life," A chuckle escapes my mouth just thinking of all the fun times I had on the ruined complex.
"Namjoon was born 2 years before me and had just turned 12, early stages of puberty and I was 10. He looked after me, fed me bread or played with me, he was patient when helping me with homework- anything brothers would do. I adored him and idolized him. My mum was not really around much and the times that she was around, was only to do her dirty deeds with men," I clinch my jaw deciding to stand up. I walk to the window and lean my forehead on it. "A day came when our father appeared out of no where."
"That's where things went crazy," I say. "Firstly, I did not know this man and there he was, abusive to all of us. Forcing us to do things we did not want and beating us. I hated him so much but Namjoon always told me to love him, because he's our father and he gave us life. I couldn't understand at all how Namjoon had a brave face at all times even when being beaten. It was crazy," I shake my head. "He always stood up for me. Anytime things went bad he was there. Until the day he left the house and involved himself in --"
I look at officer Jeon and he seems to catch on. "Drugs,"
"Yes. Drugs." I bite the inside of my cheek feeling nervous. What I say today right now in front of him, can cost me. "He left. Leaving me and my mum alone with that man." I take a deep breath removing any bitter taste.
I've never told anyone this story. Not even Andrea knows about it what would she do if she knew she's been living with someone like me? Someone who isn't worthy of love.
It's supposed to be a secret. Buried in the past...but here I am about to expose myself.
Officer Jeon walks to me and places his hand on my shoulder. "I will not judge you," he says softly looking outside the window. "I give you my word,"
I nod my head, my tongue goes to my lips licking them moist. Here it goes.
"I woke up early in the morning and went for a walk to clear my head. The suffocation I felt of being in the house, surrounded by alcohol and also by that one man I called father. Namjoon was long gone without a trace or sound. I was the new son of the house, which meant more beatings for me." I hang my head down closing my eyes tightly.
"It must've been a long walk because when I got home, at the entrance I heard my father shouting at my mum. I entered the house and walked to where the screams were coming from and right there, I saw him. Beating her," the memories run to my mind.
"I don't know what it was that made me do it, but all I know is that I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed a near beer bottle and before I knew it the glass bottle broke against his head," I open my eyes looking at my hands, the dark red colour going away. "I didn't stop there. He was bent over, clearly hurt and I enjoyed seeing that so I continued. I put the glass through his stomach and kept stabbing with force. Each one harder then the last, until reality struck me," The image of my hands covered in blood weakens me. I remember it clear as if it were yesterday.
"He..he was dead. I killed a person, a human. I killed my father. His blood on my hands, his life taken by his son. I killed him," I keep repeating as the vision becomes clear. "I couldn't stay in the house with my mum crying over the dead body so I ran. I called Namjoon immediately and told him everything. Of course I wasn't expecting him to come after disappearing... but he did." I look at Officer Jeon and he has a stale look while looking out the window.
"He came and took the blame. All of it. By his own will. I..don't know..I wanted to die at that moment, Namjoon had just gone to prison for me. He took all the consequences upon himself. And when he did come out, he said that he would never leave me and that we were each other's homes,"
I keep silent remembering those days that we spent. I would always jump on his back and he would run down the street feeling as the wind blew in our faces. When our mother died he moved out taking me along with him. He always had my back and I had his. How could I hate my own brother -- how can I hate my own brother? I fear him but not hate him. It's a weird situation to explain but he's my brother no matter how much we turn on each other he's still my family and blood.
"As we grew up we grew closer and tried to comfort each other through our hard times. I admit it was bad influences that brought us close but the relationship and bond we grew up with has always been pact. Just like back then, I feel it's the same now. He doesn't want to hurt anyone he just wants to talk... I think. I don't know, I just want to speak to him before anything. At least let me try to talk to him. Maybe I can reach him without any bullets,"
Officer Jeon steps away from the window and walks in front of me.
He shakes his head laughing a bit. "Namjoon.. Doesn't seem cold in the way you speak of him–"
"He isn't–"
"Oh he is. Whatever you've been through in those days affected the both of you. You were able to adapt to a new lifestyle but he..all he knows are 4 walls. Prison," Officer Jeon says. "So when he comes out of prison and sees you adapting, he doesn't like it. In other words he is jealous of what you've become–"
"Why would he be jealous?" I shake my head.
"Stop being in denial. Your brother wants what you have,"
I know Namjoon is pissed with me, but it can't be because he's jealous. "Let me at least try talking to him," I finally look up, forcing myself up to meet with his height. "Please. I really care for him and if it means today will be the last time I'll ever see him then I need to say my part to him,"
Officer Jeon looks a bit shocked but nods his head. "I won't stop you from seeing your brother. I'll give you 15 minutes mercy," he says. "Then we go back to my plan,"
"The same plan ending in blood," I whisper.
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