The first thing Taehyung did the next day was give a bonus to Seo Hyang for his excellent work, and mostly, for always cheering him up and sticking beside him even when he was completely broke.

Seo Hyang was appalled at the one-million stack he wanted to give him — it was even more than his monthly payment since he was working part time. It took endless coaxing and persuasion to finally demolish Seo Hyang’s denial to accept it, and he promised to work even harder.

After his shift, he returned home, ate something quick, and sat at his desk to draw sketches of potential paintings he could create. But his phone’s ringing boomed across the room just ten minutes after he took his seat, and he smiled at the sight of Jungkook’s name on the screen. “Hey.”

“Hey. Are you home?”

“Yes. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, but... you know, I miss you,” he uttered with a little pout as he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom from his lying position. “Can you come here?”

“Sorry, Kookie. Since you bought half of my paintings, I have to make new ones. And I’ll go meet my father later.”

Jungkook listlessly tapped his fist against the mattress, his pout only deepening. “So I won’t see you today? Well, fuck.”

A fond smile popped onto Taehyung’s face, his head tilting to the side. “I want to see you too. But it takes too much time to get there. I promise I’ll come tomorrow, hmm?”

“Okay... And be careful with your father. Call me if something happens.”

“Of course, Jungkookie. But nothing will happen, don’t worry. I’ll call you when I get home later, okay?”

“Okay. I love you, Tae.”

“I love you too, Kookie.”

🥀

Taehyung sauntered towards his mother, who was waiting for him, as usual, at the door to greet him. The simple action stretched Taehyung’s lips into a little joyful smile and warmed his heart every time.

“Hi, mom,” he said as he twined his arms around her form, clutching her.

“Hey. I’m so happy you keep visiting us, baby.” Hee Jin squeezed him and withdrew. She examined his cheek with a thorough view, and relief undulated across her chest as she detected the swelling had subsided and the nasty bruise seemed fainter. “Will you stay for dinner tonight?” she asked, making her way inside.

“No, sorry. I have too much work. But I wanted to see you for a bit.”

They seated themselves on the couch and spent a while chatting away, catching up, as they enjoyed the glass of fresh orange juice Na Min prepared for them.

But as time flowed by so blithely as always when he conversed with his mother, Mi Sung didn’t come out of his office. Na Min informed them the dinner would be ready in ten minutes, and muted anxiety clawed at Taehyung’s muscles. He had to talk to his father in private. Now.

He found an opportunity to rise to his feet when the conversation lapsed into silence. “I’ll go greet father as well because I have to leave soon.”

“Okay.”

Taehyung headed to the office right away. He stood in front of the door and raised his fist, but Mi Sung’s faint voice glaciated him just a millisecond before knocking. After a moment’s standstill, he tipped closer and pressed his ear against the door.

“No. It has to be done this Friday. I have to sell the merchandise on Saturday.”

Taehyung’s brows flinched in a frown at the extended silence.

“I don’t care. It’s not even a big amount.”

Drugs again? Who buys drugs from him? Taehyung thought in the next wave of quietness that ensued.

“Remember everything I did for you and try a little harder to produce the amount, hmm? It’s just five million worth of goods. And I should be a priority to you.”

Taehyung adjusted his posture, placing his palm on the door beside his head. His rapid heartbeat naturally increased his breathing, and he strove to keep it under control.

“I know. I remember what I said. Maybe we’re not friends anymore, but we’re still business partners, Hyun Joon-ssi. So help me out.”

Taehyung’s eyes bulged, his heart giving off a bigger explosion at the sound of his name.

“Okay, thank you. See you on Friday.”

Taehyung detached himself from the door at a creep and scurried away on tiptoe without making his presence known. His father indeed bought drugs from Jungkook’s father. But they seemed to have a history with everything he heard Mi Sung say.

He couldn’t ask him about his relationship with Hyun Joon now. It would only make him look suspicious. And what if he canceled their meeting because of his sudden questioning about him? He couldn’t let that happen because then he wouldn’t be able to follow him as he was planning to.

He halted abruptly at the end of the hallway. I have to greet him, though. Maybe my mother will say something to him. With this thought, he rotated and dragged his feet back to his office. He only managed to knock once before the door slid open.

Mi Sung flickered an eyelid at his unexpected presence. “Why are you here?”

“Um, I came to see mom. I was about to leave, so I thought I should greet you first.” He witnessed the scarce tension in his expression dissolving into apathy. “Father,” he rushed to say as he noticed he was about to leave. “Please tell me if you know something about Jungkook. Help me clear his name.”

Mi Sung maintained his stillness for a second, Taehyung perceived, then he resumed his way to the living room. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he trailed behind him. He said goodbye to his mother with a long hug and stepped out of the house.

He slipped into his car and sighed softly as he cranked the engine. I should probably tell Jungkook about this. He’ll be so mad if I follow him by myself.

He turned on the radio and flicked through the stations until a soothing instrumental rang in the car. But there’s no point following him if I can’t hear anything they say. All air was thrust out of him with the deep breath he released at his thoughts.

Throughout the short ride, Taehyung’s mind was a mess of raging thoughts, trying to conceive a way to deploy the new information he had and help Jungkook.

No, I won’t do something stupid. I promised Jungkook I’ll be super careful. I’ll tell him what I heard and we’ll see. Taehyung nodded absently. That was the right thing to do.

 
He reached the outdoor parking lot of his apartment building and turned off the engine. His vision narrowed at the entrance, where two men were standing, viewing the bells. With a mental shrug, he got out of his car and pattered to the door. “Excuse me,” he whispered and waited for them to step aside. But they didn’t.

Instead, both stared him down, mute, and a tide of trepidation crashed over him. His features contorted with alarm against his will, and he took a tiny step back.

“Kim Taehyung?”

Fuck, his urge to flee rose dangerously within his gut. His throat closed off with dryness, and just as he retreated a few inches more, he discerned a cordial smile blooming on the one man’s face through the haze of dread cloaking his sight.

“Don’t be scared. We’re detectives.” He presented his badge to him, and his partner followed his lead. “We’re here for you. Can we ask a few things?”

Taehyung felt his breath return to him. With all the surrealistic things that kept happening to him, he was so easily scared and unable to trust anyone. “Um, about what?”

“Your father.”

Another kind of nervousness painted hard creases all around his face. “My father? Why?”

“We’ll explain everything. Can we come upstairs?”

“Okay.” His curiosity to know what this was about overrode anything else, and he soon ushered them to his apartment, which was on the third floor.

Once inside, Taehyung gestured them to sit on the couch, and he settled down across from them.

“I’m detective Soo Jae Sin and this is detective Park Won Woo from violent crimes unit one. We’re gathering information about Kim Mi Sung, so we just want to ask a few things.”

“Okay. But why?”

“On March five, a thirteen-year-old girl was found dead at an abandoned building. A few days before the murder, she was admitted to the hospital your father is working at by a passerby who found her unconscious on the street. They discharged her. Your father personally. But she wasn’t seen leaving the hospital.”

Taehyung gulped as his pulse spiked at the instant realization that they were talking about the girl Jungkook had supposedly killed. Thirteen-year-old girl was found dead at an abandoned building five months ago. It had to be her.

It was challenging to tame his anxiety so he wouldn’t seem suspicious. Taehyung just wasn’t made for this; even the tiniest thing could quicken his pulse. He only hoped he disguised it enough. “Um, okay. Did you talk to him about it?”

“Of course.” Jae Sin nodded. “He said the CCTV glitches sometimes, and some footage doesn’t get saved. She was discharged normally, he said. We just want to know more about Kim Mi Sung.”

“I... I don’t know how I can help. We’re not that close. I moved out about a year ago, so we barely see each other.”

“Is he a good father?”

“Not really,” he muttered thoughtlessly. “I mean, he’s not abusive. He just doesn’t care that much. He had different expectations about my life choices. That doesn’t necessarily make him a bad father.”

“I see. Anything weird you’ve noticed when you lived together? Or even recently, if you met at all?”

“No, nothing. He was rarely home because of work. Sorry I can’t help you much. He’s my father and I feel like... I don’t know him at all.”

“It’s okay. Thank you for your time.”

“Wait,” he said, stopping them from standing up. “You said the girl wasn’t seen leaving the hospital in the CCTV. Did someone see her leave?”

“We can’t disclose information about an ongoing investigation,” Won Woo said. “We only told you a few details to explain the reason for our visit.”

“But it involves my father. Is he a suspect of something?”

“No, don’t worry.”

“Okay. But why... did you come now? It’s been five months since the murder.”

“We recently took over the case because the previous team didn’t do a proper job,” Jae Sin informed. “I’m the team leader. If you have anything else that can help us, please give me a call anytime.” He fished a card with his information from his pocket and slid it to him.

“Okay.”

Both rose from their seat and bowed. “Thank you again,” Jae Sin smiled. “Goodnight.”

Taehyung hurriedly stood to bow. “Goodnight.” He spectated as the two left his apartment, and he flopped back onto the couch with a puff of air spewing from his lungs.

This is so fucked up. Is my father really involved in this? He jerked to an upright stance, but ceased every movement as his eyes landed on the clock on the wall. It’s too late to go to Jungkook now. But he’ll be so happy if I surprise him. And I can skip a day of work now.

With an excited smile taking over his features, Taehyung snatched his car keys and scuttled out of the apartment. He used the elevator to go to the ground floor and resumed his way to the exit. He reached out to open the door but stilled as his eyes caught a familiar BMW parked outside.

He couldn’t possibly drive to Jungkook’s hideout now. He wouldn’t be able to evade whoever was following him. He receded back to his apartment with a quiver of fury hastening his steps. I told him to stop. What the fuck does he want?

He burst inside and dug his phone out of his pocket, then called his father. Although it took a while, his voice sounded in his ear.

“Yes?”

“I told you to tell your man to stop following me. What are you trying to do exactly?” Taehyung heard him talk to his mother briefly, asking her if she wanted something to drink. Then, a few seconds of silence ticked on.

“Taehyung. I didn’t put anyone to follow you. I was confused when you said that the last time, but I was too mad to care about it.”

Taehyung’s blaze of anger melted away, and instead, mystification took its place. “Are you telling me the truth? Someone’s following me around, father. This is serious.”

“Yes, I’m telling you the truth. And it is serious. It has to have something to do with Jeon Jungkook. You’ll only face problems as long as you keep in contact with him. And I’m sure you keep in contact with him, so don’t try to deny it. Trust me when I say you should stay away from him.”

Taehyung slipped into a fog of contemplation. It has something to do with Jungkook? Why? How? An unconscious sigh fell from his lips. “Why are you saying this again? Tell me what you know.”

“Just... Just stay away from him. You don’t want to get involved with the Jeon family. Bye.”

“Father—” Taehyung stared at the phone as Mi Sung hung up on him. Why is he saying this? Because Hyun Joon is dealing drugs? Fuck, why isn’t he telling me anything?

His internal battle of frustration died down with Jungkook’s remembrance. He had told him he would call later, but he couldn’t narrate everything he found out and that happened through the phone. So he chose to tell him everything was fine instead, that he would definitely visit him tomorrow afternoon, and that they would talk about everything in detail in person.

🥀

Taehyung snuggled up closer to his baby, relishing the fumes of warmth radiating from him.

While the other three instantly questioned him about what happened with his father yesterday, Jungkook clasped Taehyung’s hand and dragged him to his room, leaving behind an annoyed, “Later.” He hadn’t seen him for a whole day. He had to savor him as much as possible first, and then they could talk about whatever all together.

Jungkook held him against his body with a strong arm as he left mellow kisses on his rosebud lips. Content smiles adorned their faces, and ripples of fullness kept striking their hearts. Just being with him was so... heavenly. There wasn’t a better word to describe that feeling.

“I’m curious,” Taehyung uttered between sweet kisses. “What are you doing here all day? How do you spend your time?”

“Thinking about you, of course.”

Taehyung giggled mildly, pecking his lips again. “So corny.”

“Yeah, but you like it.”

“I like everything about you.”

Jungkook’s eyes glimmered with fondness as he traced caresses over his back. “Me too. And I just hang out with my hyungs, watch TV, and exercise. I’m so much more comfortable here, though. I don’t have to wear a mask.”

“Yeah, why didn’t you stay in a house like this on Jeju Island?”

“We thought it would be better to blend in. The police only knew my name, anyway, so my hyungs were safe. They bought the hostel and ran it. We had a few more men with us to help who didn’t know I was there, so I couldn’t stay in the same room with them and my hyungs. And I didn’t want to, to be honest. I wanted my space. That’s why I had a room for myself.”

Taehyung listened intently as he stroked his bare back with light swipes of his fingers. “How come they let three strangers live with you, though?”

“We thought about it a lot. You were supposed to stay in another room when a group would leave, but they asked to extend their stay. It was two days before you guys would arrive. Seokjin hyung said it wasn’t right to cancel last minute. That’s why they switched your room.”

“Couldn’t you just tell the others they couldn’t stay longer?”

“Yes, but they were too pushy. They were asking to show them where this rule that they couldn’t stay longer was written and stuff. Yoongi hyung didn’t want to deal with them, so he just said yes.”

Taehyung grimaced in reproach. “Ugh, I hate these people.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook snorted. “But I’m grateful to them, actually. That’s how you ended up staying with me. And that’s how I became the happiest man alive.”

Taehyung’s smile deepened, and he smashed a kiss on his mouth. “True. I remember when I was trying to guess why you were wearing a mask. I can’t believe you indeed ended up being a criminal. Although wrongfully accused, but still.”

“I peeked at you for the first time when you said that. And I was too shocked by how pretty you were to care about anything else,” Jungkook said, voice flavored with gentleness and a tinge of playfulness.

“It can’t be compared with my shock when I finally saw your face in the private bathroom. You deprived me of such a breathtaking sight for so many days. I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that.”

A chuckle buzzed in Jungkook’s throat at the recognition of his lilting tune coiled around a thread of teasing. “What should I do so you can forgive me, hmm? You have no idea how much I wanted to yank away the shirt I had used to blindfold you that night in the storage room. I wanted to see you watch me. Wait, that sounds so wrong.”

Another wave of giggles flowed through the room by Taehyung at his cuteness. “Yes, but I know what you mean. I can forgive you if... if after everything, you take me to the beach for a walk to watch the sunset.”

The unexpected request tugged at Jungkook’s brows, curving them upwards slightly, as a tender smile crawled over his lips. “That sounds like a date.”

“If you don’t want to—”

“Are you crazy?” Jungkook cut him off in the softest way possible. “Baby, after everything, I promise we’ll have as many dates as you want. I’ll take you anywhere you want. I’ll give you anything you want. All you have to do is wait for me. And our first of many dates will be at the beach to watch the sunset together.”

Taehyung felt his stomach flutter and leap and lurch with a flood of fondness. This man... This man was the dream, and Taehyung didn’t want to wake up. “I love you, Jungkookie. I really... I just love you so much.”

“Me too, angel. I love you.” Jungkook sealed their sugary words with a deep kiss chock-full of affection. He pressed their naked chest harder together in that familiar need to feel more of him — everything of him, as his hand explored his body with caresses of endearment.

They ended the kiss with plenty of little slow pecks, smiling, and Taehyung breathed out blissfully. “I don’t want to ruin the mood... but we have to talk about what happened yesterday. I have some things to tell you I couldn’t through the phone.”

Jungkook planted another kiss on his lips. “I know,” he whispered. “Will you stay here the night, though?”

“Yes. But I have to leave early to open the store.”

“Okay. Let’s go to my hyungs then and we can have the whole night to ourselves.”

With a smile and a nod from Taehyung, they rolled off the bed, wore their shirts, and headed to the living room. They found all three there; Yoongi was sitting in the armchair as usual, the other two on the large couch, and they took their seat on the smaller couch to their left.

“Finally,” Yoongi muttered. “Did you talk to your father?”

“That’s... not important. The police came to my house.” His eyes roamed around their faces that wrung with shared bemusement and focused on Seokjin as he detected his effort to form words.

“Why?”

“To ask me about my father. They’re gathering information about him.”

“Okay, explain because I’m confused as fuck,” Jungkook let out with a harried chuckle.

“The girl... The thirteen-year-old girl who was murdered. She was admitted to the hospital my father is working at a few days before the murder. She was discharged by my father personally. But she wasn’t seen leaving the hospital. They told me my father said the CCTV often glitches and some footage doesn’t get saved.”

As the rest of them took a moment to process everything they heard, Namjoon already seemed to have a load of questions for him. “Did someone see her leave?”

“I asked the same thing. They didn’t tell me.”

“We have to see the footage,” Jungkook uttered.

“How, Jungkook? Namjoonie can’t hack a hospital’s security system. It’ll be too reinforced for him,” Seokjin pointed out.

“Let’s find someone who can.”

“Okay, wait,” Namjoon said. “Why did they come now? It’s been five months already.”

“They said they recently took over the case because the previous team didn’t do a proper job. Is it really possible to hack the security system? And if the police didn’t find something, why would we?”

“Maybe they didn’t have time to check the CCTV for any deleted footage, since they’re new to the case. They need a formal authorization for stuff like that which takes time. We don’t.” Jungkook wiggled his brows with a smug face.

“Okay. Let’s find out what happened to that girl.” Seokjin reached for his phone from the table and tapped a few things before he brought it to his ear.

“Seokjinie?”

“Hey, Chae Yoon-ah. How are you?”

“Good. You? What’s up? I haven’t heard from you in ages.”

“I know, sorry. So many things have happened. Anyway, I need something. You’ll get paid, of course.”

“Anything.”

“I need you to hack into a hospital’s security system. Is it possible?”

“Easiest thing ever. Now?”

“Great. Meet us in an hour outside of Samsung Medical Center.”

“You got it.”

Seokjin hung up with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “See? Easy.”

“Let’s go,” Yoongi said at once, and they all burst from their seats. Except Jungkook.

Taehyung noticed his stillness right away and glanced down at him. “Right. You can’t come,” he said, subdued bitterness vibrating in his voice. “I’ll stay here with you.”

Jungkook smiled at his words and looped an arm around his frame when he sank back down into the couch. “Yeah?”

“Hmm. I’ll always stay with you.”

“Just don’t start fucking like bunnies,” Yoongi hissed, interrupting their sweet moment. “I’ll call you.”

Jungkook, although a tad vexed by his interruption, snorted. “We can do a lot in an hour, though.”

“Horny assholes.”

“You’re just jealous!” Taehyung exclaimed, mockery dripping from his tone.

“Yeah, I am,” he admitted in a mumble. “Keep your phone close.”

The three disappeared, leaving behind exactly what Yoongi said; two horny men who truly strove not to jump each other during the one hour they had the house to themselves. It was the perfect opportunity, but they had a few more things to discuss in detail.

And that was what they did, sharing a myriad of hugs and kisses in between, of course. Taehyung also told him about whoever that was following him, that his father seemed to have no knowledge or relation to this, and he was similarly dumbfounded at the revelation.

 
Their cuddling time on the couch ended at the ringing of Taehyung’s phone, and he jolted out of his hug to grab it from the table. “Yoon is video calling.” He accepted the call and held the phone in front of him as he scooted to rest his back against the couch.

Jungkook squinted his eyes at the phone. It showed the laptop’s screen that had a filling bar and some other things he couldn’t understand. “What are we seeing?”

“I’m restoring the deleted files,” Chae Yoon informed. “There’s a lot of deleted footage for a hospital. It’s not normal.”

“Is it all from March five?”

“No. I restored two years of deleted footage.”

“Why? Sounds like a waste of time,” Jungkook murmured.

“Now it’s done. It’ll take two more minutes, anyway.”

All eyes remained locked on the filling bar, watching as it went up by a percentage so painstakingly. Chae Yoon tipped closer to the screen at a glacial pace when it reached 99% and flopped back with a whiffle as a folder with all the deleted footage popped up.

“Finally,” Jungkook breathed out.

Chae Yoon typed into the search bar the wanted date and clicked on the first video. It showed the indoor parking lot area, sighting towards the elevator doors. The said doors slid open seconds later, and Mi Sung appeared, holding a little girl’s hand.

Taehyung became fidgety at once, his heart rattling against his ribcage, his eyes double their size. “What the fuck? What the fuck?” he chanted in a restless murmur.

“She’s smiling...” Namjoon observed.

Chae Yoon clicked on the second video once they strolled off his vision. Another part of the parking lot was displayed on the screen, and the two soon emerged, sauntering towards a car. Mi Sung seemed to tell her something with a sweet smile on his face and then opened the door for her.

Yoongi adjusted his posture, shifting his phone to the other hand as it grew numb from holding it so the two at the hideout could see the footage as well. “Play the next video.”

Chae Yoon was about to do that, anyway. They saw the parking lot’s exit, then Mi Sung’s car speed away. Chae Yoon typed rapidly on his laptop to get access to the area’s CCTV.

Soon, the street view appeared, and he downloaded the saved files of that date. He played the first one, and they analyzed the footage in fast forward like hawks until Mi Sung’s car sprang up. “Found them.” He played the footage at normal speed, following it through the cameras.

Seokjin jerked an inch forward, vision narrowing on the footage. “Wait.”

“You saw it too?” Namjoon asked as he twisted his head back.

“Yeah... Play the previous video.”

Chae Yoon did as he was told; it showed a clear view of Mi Sung and the girl.

“And now the next one.”

Chae Yoon obeyed again and paused it. In this footage, the girl was slumping to the side as if she weren’t conscious anymore. He zoomed on her face, and he easily concluded she was indeed unconscious.

“Did he drug her? When?” Namjoon asked.

No one seemed to have an answer for him, and Chae Yoon simply resumed the video. He switched to the next footage, but he couldn’t spot the car anymore. He checked every possible CCTV that could have caught him in vain. “He disappeared.”

“My father took her,” Taehyung whispered, his unfocused eyes hazing over even more. “Don’t tell me... he killed her.”

“Why would your father do this?” Jungkook asked. “He doesn’t have a reason.”

“What if he set this up with Kang Soo?”

At Yoongi’s guess, Taehyung’s stomach snarled in a detestable coil of shock because it made absolute sense. Was their friendship that strong for Mi Sung to help him frame an innocent person? Was it that strong to help him kill a poor thirteen-year-old girl? When did his father become such a monster?

Jungkook perceived Taehyung struggled to breathe properly, as if a ruthless knot were fastened around his neck. He set a delicate palm over his nape and brought his forehead to lean against the side of his head. “We don’t know anything for sure yet, baby. Calm down for me, hmm?” He showered his profile with palliative kisses and pulled back, slithering the phone out of Taehyung’s loose hold. “Guys, we have to talk to him. Before the police finds out about this.”

“You’re right,” Yoongi sighed. His gaze passed over Namjoon, who was seated in the driver’s seat with Chae Yoon’s laptop in his lap. “Joon?”

Namjoon clicked and typed a few more things and expelled a quiet breath. “Kim Mi Sung sells drugs to his patients.”

“What?” Jungkook spewed.

“I watched the deleted footage while you were talking. Mi Sung met different people every day and multiple times a day to give them a loaded envelope. I ID’ed them, and they were all admitted to the hospital and treated by Mi Sung.”

Taehyung buried his scrunched-up face into his quivery hands, on the verge of breaking down. “He sells... He sells drugs to his patients... The chief of cardiothoracic surgery sells fucking drugs to his patients.”

A heavy stretch of silence cloaked them at Taehyung’s devastated voice. They all knew what a shock must be for him to find out everything he thought about his father was false, and it pained Jungkook the most to see him that wrecked.

Jungkook could only cradle him and soothe him with caresses of his lips on his head. “We have to find out what’s his relationship with my father as well. Kang Soo and my father are enemies. Is he doing business with both at the same time? And why?”

“I heard him...” Taehyung mumbled. He rubbed the shimmering tears off his eyes before they could fall and unfolded his torso. “I went to ask him about Hyun Joon and I heard him talk on the phone with him. They’ll meet this Friday.”

“In two days,” Seokjin reflected. “To buy drugs from him?”

“Yes. Five-million worth of goods. They seemed to have a history. My father said, ‘Maybe we’re not friends anymore, but we’re still business partners.’”

Jungkook nodded slowly. “I have to talk to Mi Sung myself.”

“How?” Taehyung asked. “You can’t leave the house.”

“Yeah, but we can take Mi Sung to him,” Yoongi said.

“There’s no way he’ll come with you,” Taehyung scoffed weakly, but at the prolonged quietness that followed, his face filled with little furrows. “You don’t mean... You’ll kidnap him?”

“We’ll just escort him by force to the hideout,” Yoongi said with a shrug. “And of course we have to cover his eyes so he won’t see the route we’ll take.”

“That’s kidnapping!”

“I have to question him, baby.” Jungkook kissed his wrinkled forehead. “I promise I won’t hurt him. I just want to question him. And you can’t be in the room, obviously. It’s better if he doesn’t know you’re meeting me. Although from what you told me before, he already knows that.”

“What does this mean?” Namjoon asked.

“I told my father to tell his man to stop following me around, and he knew nothing about it. He said it has to have something to do with Jungkook and that I have to stay away from him.”

“Shit,” Yoongi muttered. “If he didn’t put someone to follow you, who did?”

Everyone seemed equally clueless and confused. So many questions emerged with their findings and not a single one definite answer to anything.

But the most gut-wrenching question for Taehyung was only one. Did his father really help someone kill a thirteen-year-old girl? And if yes — if he was indeed such a disgusting being — why?

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Thank you for sticking with me and this book💜

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