"His wife left him because he used to kill to people " you spoke glancing at him, sitting in a quiet library you both were analyzing a case study which was your current assignment to complete. 

"Well...what could we expect from a psychopath?" Namjoon scoffed lightly, before typing away the remaining assignment. 

"But we can't ignore the fact that he murdered people to gain her attention..." you muttered reading the case law carefully. 

"She left him because he murdered people then he murdered more people to gain the attention of his wife? what nonsense is this!"  Namjoon slammed his head lightly on the table gaining the attention of the librarian. you hissed lightly before placing your hand on his forehead preventing him bumping it strongly.

"His testimony says, he loves his wife very much, after they got married, he didn't kill anybody....but when she got to know, she left him "

"Love? more like obesseion"  Namjoon muttered  he was hurriedly typing whatever decision came to his mind 

"How cute" you cooed; his hands abruptly stopped assuming it was him you complimented but got the shock of his life when he saw you cooing over the couple photo of the case study. 

"Cute? this is disgusting!" Namjoon scowled looking at the photograph 

"How dare you! you can't disrespect their love like that!"  you slapped his bicep lightly 

"Bullshit......there is no such conception like love this was his obsession, he murdered 14 people in one week!" Namjoon spoke in convincing tone, but you were already lost reading out their love life. 

"Obsession or love, but this is so.....fictional character coded" your eyes sparkled with weird fascination, weird because Namjoon was already repulsed with you. 

"So, this is what you read all day in this library?" Namjoon mumbled to himself, dozens of times he has seen you in library, but never in his dreams he thought you were interested in such stuff...

"Now, I hate this 'Love' feeling more" he whispered 

A pang slashed your excited heart just as he said those words, your crush hates the feeling of Love and here you were dreaming about possibilities with him.

"Everybody is confused about this feeling untill....they fell in the trap of this love....." You whispered softly clearing the sheets sprawled around the table "Love has a power to terrorize the sense of a completely functional brain. A person in love has a capacity to ruin everything and to gain everything if your lover desires that...." 

"We simply can't tag this man as a psychopath when he's just a man in love" you smiled looking at the picture again

"But law doesn't work with emotions " Namjoon stated coldly, his mind was only concentrated on the practical aspects of this case study. 

"I know and that's....sad " you pouted sadly because you knew the said man was going to be convicted for around seven years for the murders. 

A few hours later you and Namjoon successfully completed the assignment, no matter how sad it was for a fictional reader but Law works blindly.

Namjoon sighed heavily and stretched his body; his mind was pondering over one question for the past hour. "Y/N?" He called for you when you were packing up your things for your departure. 

"That ...love can do anything ...thingy? you sure that's practical?" 

"A hundred percent " your confident voice rang in his ears

"Really? I don't believe it does that love really clouds the mind about what's right and wrong?"

you pondered for a minute,"Maybe you'll understand one day?"   but not sure how to answer his dilemma, you left the library with a soft smile 

"If this is love. then I don't want it" he spoke to himself

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"Stupid."

"Stupid Namjoon," he muttered, burying his head in the soft pillow. He had just woken up a few minutes ago, recalling a new memory.

"Now look where you are, Namjoon," he scoffed at his past self but then smiled, kicking his legs as he thought about the dream again.

"Look, son, here is your weird uncle." Amid his happy thoughts, Namjoon was startled by a familiar whisper. "AH!" He panicked and nearly fell off his bed.

There stood his elder brother and his nephew, as usual, judging him.

"You know, Hwan, ever since this man got discharged from the hospital, he's been acting like this... I think the doctors left something inside him," Seokjin tried his best to whisper to his son, imitating the way middle-aged women gossip.

Hwan, his son, just laughed with his toothless mouth and kicked the air, trying to copy his uncle.

Namjoon squinted, clearly hearing their banter. He scoffed playfully and shouted, "I can see and hear you clearly!"

Hwan let out a contagious laugh, making Namjoon smile too.

"Who was it? Who was it?" Namjoon slowly approached them. "Was it this bear?" He snatched Hwan from his dad's arms and started tickling him. Their laughter echoed through the room.

Seokjin smiled with relief as he watched the scene unfold. After so many days, the Kim Mansion was filled with laughter again. After standing there for some more minutes he went away leaving the uncle-nephew duo for quality time. 

A whole month had passed since the Byun Byun-Jae case was on interim hiatus by the authorities. The situation took a wild turn in the whole of Seoul. 

Initially, it seemed like just an ordinary lawsuit between a businessman named Kim Taehyung and a random citizen seeking attention. This is what the people of Seoul believed. Even though Kim Taehyung was well-known, the news channels paid little attention to the murder charge against him, possibly because Taehyung himself kept it that way.

However, after several months, the lawsuit finally started making headlines. One day, out of the blue, paparazzi began following the case. It became the talk of the city when news broke that Kim Taehyung was in the hospital.

The media, now interested, dug deeper and discovered that Namjoon was also injured, although the reason was still unknown. He being the family member as well as this case's attorney automatically became the scapegoat for the media. 

The media will latch onto even the smallest details if they find them interesting. Now, after a month, the Byun Byun-Jae case has become a hot topic in Seoul.

The interest in this case grew so much that a team of paparazzi was always seen outside Namjoon's house, and even more were trailing Kim Taehyung.

Namjoon had two hairline fractures, one in his hand and one in his arm. he almost got bedridden, Seokjin and his father served him all long, it was hard 

especially for his father emotionally.

Emotionally....

someone else from the Kim house was also suffering emotionally and that was Namjoon himself. 

He didn't take Y/N leaving for her hometown well, he was disheartened.

He woke in the hospital with sweat covering his whole body, he was panting with panic. Because of the panic he wasn't able to say anything. His hands were trembling with fear. 

Whenever he closed his eyes those hunter eyes scared him to his core. 

he might be behaving pathetically, a grown-up powerful  man getting scared of a person but the previous night was engraved in his soul. He was not sure when he would be able to recover from this mental torture. 

the last time he closed his eyes, he was in her arms, he was numb, weird sensation was crawling his skin, he was not able to move his limps. He was just a living dead body.

the events of the previous night a blur for him but the only thing which was gauging his heart out, her safety 

The doctors panicked looking at the beeping machines connected to him, after some time with his treatment, he opened his eyes. 

Namjoon placed Hwan on his bed and laid beside him.

"She left me Hwan" Namjoon mumbled laying on his side, he kissed his teeth and continued blabbering to his few months' old therapist. 

"Eh?" Hwan spoke, Namjoon nodded understanding "when I woke, they said her family transferred her back to her city"

"Do you how am I feeling right now?" Namjoon leaned on his elbow and continued talking to him,

"I felt someone....stole away something from me" his voice cracked in the last, "I just wanted to see if she was alright but...." Hwan silently patted Namjoon's cheeks with his little chubby hands, he smiled at his nephew and kissed his hand softly.

"Soon, your samchon will try his luck the last time " Namjoon smiled and picked up Hwan kissed his stomach, "Hwan will be my best man, right?" Hwan giggled loudly 

"Samchon loves you, cutie pie" 

There giggle and laughter echoed in the room again 

You lay tangled in your sheets, your body tense and restless. The room was dark, except for your muffled whimpers and the occasional gasp of air. Your face was twisted in distress, damp with sweat, and your hair stuck to your forehead. The nightmare had you in its grip, and you thrashed around, trying to escape.

Those same walls, those same eyes haunted you again. The walls seemed to close in, making it hard to breathe. Your heart pounded loudly in your chest. Every step felt heavy, your legs like lead, refusing to carry you to safety. Fear wrapped around you like a dark cloud, squeezing tighter and tighter.

His heinous chuckle was still very clear in your mind, but you were jammed.

A strangled cry escaped your lips, breaking the silence of the room. Your breathing quickened, becoming shallow and erratic. You thrashed violently, the sheets now a tangled mess around your legs. 

The fear from your dream felt so real that it made it hard for you to breathe. Each gasp was a desperate plea to escape the nightmare's hold.

Suddenly, with a loud gasp, your eyes flew open. You sat up quickly, your chest heaving as you took a huge breath, like you had been underwater. Your heart raced, and your eyes darted around the room, wide with lingering fear. 

The nightmare still felt close, but slowly, you realized you were back in your room. You placed a trembling hand over your chest, feeling your heartbeat start to slow down. You glanced to your left and saw your older brother sleeping with his back facing, taking a deep breath again you stood up walking over to the coffee table in your room. 

greedily gulping down the water down your throat, you sighed in contentment. You placed the glass on the table and surprisingly, that sound was enough for your brother to be awakened. 

"Nini?" Yoongi called you softly, your throat clogged with familiar emotions again. A surge of guilt washed over you, your nightmares turned you in a burden on your family. Your father and your brother haven't slept peacefully for the past 4 weeks. 

"Was it the same nightmare again?" You came out of your brain fog, and found him standing right in front of you, he held your shoulder and softly patted your head. 

"S-Sorry" you croaked making your brother frown, "stupid girl, what's so sorry about this?" He took you to your bed, tucking you in, he laid at a distance. 

"Brother...." You whispered, he nodded and forwarded his hand for you to hold. It has been your habit to sleep like that for the last one month.

"Y/N don't do this!" His voice echoed in your ears but still you continued typing away on your laptop. you were typing an email. 

"You father did what was best for you at that time, don't push it!" Jackson finally lost his cool and pulled your work chair towards him, finally meeting his anxious eyes.

He has been nagging you for the past one hour but like always you chose to ignore it. 

"Hiding from my problems won't make me brave Jax" you stated firmly,  "I know my father did that for his daughter to stay away from evil eyes, but .....this world doesn't work for cowards." 

"As an advocate, I can't stay behind my father's back like a fucking coward! " 

"Why are we even panicking?!" 

"You and me both know, it's the end for the Kim"

Jackson went silent for a moment, he was worried.  his heart was relentless, every time he thinks about you going back to Seoul, his heart denies immediately. On the other hand, his professional side agrees with you too.

"Then....then take me with you" Jackson shuttered and urgently placed his hands on your shoulder, "If we die, we die together" 

he smiled with assurance 

 "As if, that Kim is waiting for you on the airport with his gun" You mumbled and turned your chair to your screen, "Nothing will happen to us, don't worry" 

"Says who just got tortured to death by a psychopath"

silence prevailed in your home office, that silence accompanied with your glare directed towards Jackson.

"I just registered the plea to open the case again , we have seven days to prepare for the worst" you stated with dead in your eyes

' Seven days '

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TBC

Guess who's getting a courtroom drama in the next episode

You guys !

Story is on its end flight ....be prepared 👀👀

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