The loud banging didn't stop as the angry woman screamed at the top of her lungs. She stopped as she collapsed to the cold floor. Her chest breathing heavily.
It's now has been a week since Jaemin disappearance from the public eye. The police haven't succeeded in finding the latter, all of Jaemin's existing files were now deleted. As if Jaemin never really existed in the world.
His mother had already hired the best detectives to go on the search for her son. She told them to reach her as soon as they found Jaemin but sadly luck wasn't on her side.
No new report on the search, the last message she got and made her into this current situation was the superintendent from the police department emailed her that the search is still ongoing.
Her expectation of claiming her son in less than a week was crushed, building the mentally unstable character she is now.
"Tighten the search. I want my son back."
•마크
Doing his weekly grocery shopping at a nearby store. Picking out the fresh vegetables that were suitable to eat. With all the things he needed in the cart, his eyes wandered to the things for his baby at home.
"He did mention he wanted ice cream." He mumbled as he strolled to the ice cream section. Choosing the chocolate one, Mark then went to the cashier.
Daily News Update
Mrs Na from the company DriNa, was spotted making her way to a high-school in Seoul. Reporters were quick on their feet as they caught up with the lady trying to get information about last week missing person report, her own son. Na Jaemin.
The scene on the television quickly switched to the reporters, blocking the lady's way to her destination. Seeing the distress on her face from all the cameras and flashes, the bodyguards were now pushing everyone out of her way, using complete force as several of them dropped to the ground.
Mark shook his head as he handed the money to the lady. "Poor woman." He heard. He looked up to the cashier. "It must be hard for her. Not being able to see her son."
He raised an eyebrow, looking up as his hand took the change out from her hand. "Let's just hope for the best," Mark said, now making eye contact with the lady, flashing a smile for her before making his way out.
On his way home, he took out his phone contacting one of his friends that were schoolmates with Jaemin. He scratched out Jisung and Chenle immediately since both were juniors. Seeing the closest to both him and Jaemin were Jeno and Renjun.
Being a type of student who wasn't a rebel, his only option was Jeno. Opening his contact number before calling him, knowing the latter would put it in either silent or vibrate.
It didn't take long for Jeno to finally answer the call. He greeted the latter first but all he could hear was people screaming, yelling and shrieking.
"
Jeno? What is going there?" He asked, worrying for him.
"Did you see the news?" Jeno replied. "Eung. Did his mother really come?"
"Yeah, now we're actually panicking because the police came along as well, carrying those big ass guns," Jeno explained.
"If you all are so in a panic how are you able to answer my call?" Mark raised a brow.
"Oh, that? Hehe, the polices have checked our class. My class are just being overdramatic. Still frightened of it." Jeno chuckled. Mark hummed as he unlocked the door to his home.
"I better go. Want to check on Renjun. Talk to you later Hyung."
With that, the line went dead. Mark put his phone back to his pocket as he made his way to the kitchen.
"Nana! I'm back." Mark called out, putting the groceries on the kitchen table. He smiled when he heard footsteps making their way to the kitchen.
"Markie! You're back! I miss you!" Mark chuckled as he pecked the younger's cheeks.
"I was out for a while, Nana," Mark said, taking out each groceries and putting it in their respective place. "But I still miss you."
Jaemin pouted as he hugged Mark from behind. His arms interlocking around the older's waist. He let out a giggle as he nuzzled his face on to his boyfriend's neck.
"I was thinking, Markie." Jaemin started as Mark replied with a hum. "Would like it if I call you Hyung like I used to do?" Jaemin asked.
"You can call me anything, Nana. Just do what you want." Mark said, ruffling Jaemin's hair.
"What about hyungie?" He asked again. Mark laughed, hugging Jaemin back as he was finished with his chores. He nodded before pecking Jaemin's soft lips.
"What about Simba?" Jaemin teasingly said, giggling afterwards.
"Simba?" Mark raised a brow, he frowned as Jaemin only giggled in his embrace. "eung. Simba."
"Why?"
Jaemin was now smiling brightly to him, his hands moved up to Mark's neck. "Because you're a lion cub. Plus your horoscope is a Leo. It fits perfectly."
"You're also a Leo, Nana." Mark smiled, leaning closer to him.
"Besides the baby between the two of us is you," Mark smirked, before showering Jaemin with kisses all over his face while his hands tickling the younger.
Jaemin laughed as he managed to break free from the hug and ran to the living room.
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"What are we here for?" The male said as he took a sip of his hot coffee.
"We got a report from Zen Hyung that beta squad didn't actually check every house," his partner replied, opening the file on his hands.
"That house over there was the only one they didn't check." He continued, leaning closer to his partner, pointing a the beige colour house.
"Whose the owner, MinJun Hyung?" The younger asked again.
"Someone called Mark Lee, he was born in Canada and came back to Korea due to his father's work," MinJun explained.
"Apparently he lives alone now, parents died during a car crash while he was doing a student exchange program in high school."
"And now we're watching him." The younger said, sighing afterwards.
"It's all according to the procedure. Mrs. Na specifically asked us to do it like this, Myungdae." MinJun said, putting the file back to the dashboard.
"Should we take a closer look?" Myungdae suggested. MinJun nodded as he put his gun to his holsters. "Let's go, "
They went the car as they walked closer to the dark house. Their flashlights are on, scanning the area around them.
"You go right, I'll go left." Minjun whispered to Myungdae as they separated.
Minjun took his flashlight to his left hand as he kept his right hand on his gun holsters. Keeping his guard up.
As he made his way to the backyard, he flickered his flashlight it the backdoor, his eyes scanning the place. "Myungdae, where are you?" He called out.
Turning around to find his partner but Myungdae was not there. Minaj started to panic, his instinct shouted at him to run away from the place. He took a step back, wanting to go the other way but he was met with a harsh hit to head, putting him on the ground with a bleeding head.
A low sigh could be heard as he took off his mask. Wiping the blood off the hammer, shaking his head while his eyes never left the still conscious male.
"Can I just have a good night sleep?" He lowly growled. Minjun groaned lowly, slowly losing his consciousness. His hooded eyes looked at the feature of his attacker, "Mark... Lee..."
"At your service, officer."
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