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Yoongi’s P.O.V
After a 25 minutes drive, I finally arrive at the house of the only person I know who can help me right now without any consequences. Any other person wouldn’t probably hesitate to give information back to Minho, but I know that this one officer won’t say anything. He has retired anyways and won’t gain anything from it.
I step out of my dull, gray car after parking it and walk towards the yellow-ish small house. It is decorated outside with all sorts of colorful flowers but that’s the least of my priorities right now. I knock and in less than 10 seconds, a familiar old lady opens the door. She looks me up and down and without any greetings asks me what I want.
“Hey, I’m here to see Heechul. Is he here?” I say to get it over with already. She gives me a rude look but tells me to wait. I nod and listen to her feet becoming less noisy with each step. I look at everything I’m holding to assure myself that I’m not missing anything. I have Jungkook’s smartphone and other documents that might help with the search. I hope this can help me find Seokjin’s location.
“Okay, you can come in.” Says the unkind woman. I shrug it off and step into the house. She’s always been like that way to me. You know how people have that stereotype that grandmothers are sweet and caring? Not Heechul’s grandmother. She is… nothing of the sort. I’ve only met her three times my whole life but not even once has she treated me pleasantly. They live together so there’s not much that I can do. I personally think it is time for him to become independent and move out but… it is none of my business to be honest.
I walk carefully towards Heechul’s home office and open the door not expecting to find what I did.
Standing right there like a flower blooming in a garden is none other than park Jimin. He seems to be talking about something to Heechul and smiling. They both turn to look at me after they see the door opening. I freeze on my spot for a few seconds, but after regaining my composure, I bow.
Jimin looks surprised at first but then reassures me with one of his ethereal eye smiles. I get nervous at this and proceed to look down. Avoiding any type of eye contact.
“Hello there,” He asks me and approaches me without any fear. My mind goes back to when he couldn’t even tolerate sitting next to someone else because he was afraid of human contact. Before I knew it, I put my hands in front of my body as if telling him to stop. He looks confused and hurt by my action. Smile wiped off his face, eyes looking at me with doubt and pain. “I won’t touch you then. I’m sorry.” He says and crosses his arms around his body.
I cringe at my action and purse my lips together in discomfort. I didn’t mean to push him away. I just didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. I failed to realize that he is not the same person from before. Therapy has really helped him to come out of his shell. I step into the small room and my eyes direct to Heechul who is amused at the whole scene.
“Hey, um… do you think you can help me track somebody? I have the cellphone right here.” I say and hand him Jungkook’s phone.
“Sure, do you know the passcode? He asks and I mentally hit myself.
“No, but I can call them and-” I stop for a second and recognize the fact that Jungkook doesn’t have a way to contact me. He is probably talking to the officers right now and they don’t let people take calls when they interview them. “I mean, I can not call them right now but maybe I can guess or something. I know their birthdate.” I don’t dare look at Jimin. I hope he doesn’t think I’m an idiot.
“Dude, I hope you didn’t steal it or something. Do they even know you have their phone?” Heechul asks and I clear my throat trying to slip back into my professional mode.
“I did not steal it. The owner of the phone lent it to me. We’re trying to catch somebody.” Heechul nods his head in understanding and asks me for Jungkook’s birthday. I didn’t even have to cross my fingers because luckily, the phone unlocked.
Before Heechul could open his mouth and let me know what else he needed, somebody else stepped into the room.
“Oh, hi.” I hear a cheerful voice say and I already have an idea in my head of who just came in. I turn around either way to make sure of my suspicion and then I see Hoseok. I see him holding two cups of tea while pushing the door open. I should’ve known he was here as well. Wherever Jimin is, so is he. I don’t say anything back and continue speaking to Heechul.
“Do you think you can find him?”
“Hmm… there’s no way I can track the person using the phone anymore since they hung up,” He says and my shoulders deflate. Jungkook is going to be mad about this. “But I can look up the last number that called this phone and get their information.”
I internally celebrate after hearing the solution and ask him one more thing “And… how long will that take you?”
“Well, my system is having a problem right now but it’s nothing that bad. Maybe by… tomorrow?” Heechul guesses and I have no option but to nod. He’s the only person who I can confide in when it comes to things like this. He got a death threat once from a politician after he discovered that they were corrupted and involved in a shady transaction. The person in power said he was going to hire somebody to kill him if he let the information out and Heechul decided to quit his career and now hides. He is a pretty good hacker so people still look for him to track or get information from somebody else. His prices are a little high but always worth it. He only works for people he can trust and knows have no bad intentions. I am not planning to betray him or do something wrong, so it is a win-win situation for both.
“Well, I have things to do now. Call me when you get the information, okay?” I tell him and ignore the other two. My mission is to show them that they’re not worth it to me and I think I’m being successful at it.
“Wait,” Hoseok, my former coworker, says to me. “Please stay for a little more. Heechul’s grandma made some really good tea-”
“I have no desire to stay. Goodbye.” I say and turn to leave the room. Unfortunately, Hoseok is already standing in front of the door and it looks like he does not want to move.
“Yoongi, we have to talk.” The taller male tells me, but I shake my head.
“I don’t have anything to say to you.” As I attempt to put him aside and leave, I feel a small but strong hand grasping my wrist. I turn around to look at the owner of that fist.
“Why are you always so cold?” The love of my life asks me with a frown on his face and I freeze.
“What you guys did to me was even colder.” I reply back after much consideration in my head.
“Whoa, this is better than the drama my grandma watches.” Says Heechul in a joyful voice. His attention is all on us. Body turned towards the scene unfolding in his home office. Must be entertaining since he’s just a spectator and not a participant in this situation.
“No,” Jimin says with a broken voice. “We didn’t wanna hurt you. We care about you.” Care about me? Hah. That line almost got me.
“Well,” I make sure that my facial expression is stone-cold as the words coming out of my mouth. “What’s done is done and you can’t take it back.”
“Yes, Yoongi, put him in his place.” Heechul says and makes gestures in the air with this fist as if he’s punching somebody. Asshole.
“Now, if you’d excuse me.” I say and attempt to leave again only to be stopped by Hoseok.
“You can’t pretend like we don’t exist. We just want to make things right.” He tells me
“Right?” I burst out laughing at his carefree words. “After everything that happened? You knew exactly how I felt about you yet you went ahead and played me. You made your decision and left me. Or are you trying to play us both at the same time?” I say with a twisted smile on my face. I want him to feel everything I’m saying. Suffer for abandoning me.
“That’s not true,” I hear a voice behind me explain. “Hoseok loves you. He wanted to be with you all these years but stayed with me because I begged him to. If anybody is at fault… then it is me.” Jimin confesses, and I look at him with hate. Hate that I’ve internalized it all these years.
“Really?” I say feigning surprise. “You fucking whore.” I smirk as I watch the salty tears escape his beautiful eyes but for some reason, it doesn’t give me the satisfaction that I wanted. I actually… I feel bad.
“Yoongi, that’s enough,” Hoseok says and I turn to look at him. “If all you’re going to do is insult us,” Hoseok steps aside and leaves a gap in front of the door. “Then you can leave.”
I scoff but don’t oppose him. “That’s what I wanted in the first place.” I tell him and then step out. I hear Jimin’s sobs and I turn around curious to see the mess I created. Hoseok is comforting Jimin while Heechul is handing him some napkins. I look down and continue to make my way out of the house.
All the while I repeat to myself ‘was I too harsh?’ A look at the old lady who listened to the negative encounter makes me realize how awful of a person I am.
I hung my head low with shame and avoided looking at her disgusted face.
‘It’s okay’ I tell myself, but I know that it is not true because I hurt Jimin. I damaged an innocent person. Someone who means a lot to me. The one person who I wanted to protect.
I know that what's done is done, and I can’t back down now. This is the path that I’ve chosen. The one of ignoring my feelings and only focusing on what’s important. Once I finish drowning in my thoughts, I start my car and decide to drive to the police station to see what happened to Jungkook and that other guy.
I hope that nothing happens and that he’ll be out soon. That would at least make this dark day a bit more colorful. The whole way I'm thinking back of what I did, and I can’t help the voice in my head telling me how awful of a person I am.
‘You’ll die alone.’ it says. Well, I hope so. That way, I won’t hurt anybody else.