TW: Implied death.
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"Our officers will reach your house in no time. Please get yourself seated and if you have children, please make sure they're not there when the officers arrive".
Namjoon frowns, hands shaking. "What? Why?", he asks, frantic.
"Mr. Kim, this is not something I can discuss with you on the phone. Please calm yourself down and make sure minors aren't present anywhere near".
"But---", before he can say anything, the call cuts, leaving him panicking. "What the hell", he whispers to himself, heart running a mile a second.
"Papa, what's wrong?", Taehyung asks worriedly, forgetting all about the 'Appa' debacle. Namjoon smoothens his furrowed brows and shakes his head. "Nothing, baby. You two go to your room. I'll talk to you later", he orders.
Jimin and Taehyung look at each other but don't say anything else, choosing to obey their father.
Meanwhile, Namjoon sits back on the couch, hands clamming up, biting his lip raw. When the bell rings, it's as if everything happens in slow motion. He opens the door, inviting the officers in.
"Mr. Kim, please sit down", the head officer, Namjoon assumes, says softly, eyes sympathetic. Namjoon does as told. "Officer Min, what is it? I'm getting worried", he says.
"So... have you heard about the accident that took place near the Railway Station?", the officer starts slowly. Namjoon frowns, shaking his head. What does that have to with any of this, though?
"Well... You see, we found some... stuff. Yeah, some things from the cab which was involved in the accident. We're afraid they're your husband's", Officer Min finally says, dropping the bomb.
Before Namjoon even has a chance to properly digest what was just said, another officer pulls out a few zip lock bags, a few things kept in them. When his eyes fall on the wallet and the phone, he's already shaking head to toe.
"No", he whispers to himself, disbelieving. "It's not his. It can't be", he mutters, suddenly dazed. Despite his words, he knows it's Jungkook's wallet. He has had it for years now. When Jimin was seven, he had ripped out one of zips of it and Jungkook had been too awed to give it up.
"Mr. Kim...", Officer Min starts speaking softly. "We have his cards and his passport. We got your number from his phone. I'm sorry", he says sympathetically, watching as Namjoon keeps shaking his head frantically.
"I told you. I-It's not my husband's. It's not J-Jungkook's", he insists weakly, voice cracking with each syllable. The police officer standing beside Officer Min ignores it, probably having witnessed many cases like this already.
"I'm sorry to inform that his dead body's face has been completely destroyed, his face is unrecognizable. We do have his clothes, though. It'd be good if you could come and identify---"
"It's not him!", Namjoon screams at the Officer, standing up from the couch abruptly. "I told you it's not fucking him! My husband isn't dead!", he shouts again, tears streaming down his face rapidly.
Officer Min looks sad when he sighs. "I understand what you might feel right now, Mr. Kim. But it's important---"
"No! Shut up! I won't identify anyone! It's not my Jungkook! You're lying! Get out of my house!", he yells angrily at them, throwimg the vase off the coffee table, making it shatter into tiny pieces.
Officer Min doesn't lose his calm. "We're not strictly saying that it's your husband, Sir. The face is unrecognizable. We're just asking you to help us", he tries to explain, ignoring the look his associate gives him.
Namjoon just shakes his head again, not even hearing everything the officers are trying to tell him. His Jungkook isn't dead. He knows that. He can't be. That's impossible. Jungkook had promised to spend his forever with him. He can't break it! And what about Jimin and Taehyung?
"Why are you acting like I'm gonna die?"
"Get out!", Namjoon screams again, Jungkook's voice haunting his mind. He can't do this. He pushes the officer back with full force, not stopping even when the others try to hold him back.
"My husband isn't home. I don't want strangers here", he sobs, pushing the man outside. Officer Min doesn't look angry, just sympathetic, as if he can somehow understand Namjoon's pain.
Pain? No! Jungkook is alive! Namjoon shouldn't be in pain! He quickly wipes his tears. Jungkook doesn't like when he cries. He won't cry. The tears keep falling on their own accord, though.
He closes the door in the Officers' faces, not bothered about being rude. He can't just let random men enter his house and spew stupid shit when Jungkook isn't even home yet. When will he return? It's so late.
He sits himself against the door, shakily pulling out his phone and dialing Jungkook's number. The phone wasn't his husband's. It just looked like it. Jungkook isn't the only one who owns a stupid Samsung.
The number you're trying to call is unreachable at the moment. Please---
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!", Namjoon curses under his breath, throwing his phone and watching it smash on the wall. He tangles his hands in his hair, sobbing uncontrollably as he hears the police car getting further and further away from his home.
"Jungkook! Where are you?!", he cries before quickly pressing his hands to his mouth. What if Jimin and Taehyung hear him? No, no, no. He can't let that happen. Jungkook will be home in no time. There's no way he's going to let his kids worry unnecessarily.
Jungkook is coming home.
He has to.
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Was supposed to post this chapter yesterday but you know since I'm moving, i have to use my phone data and it's veryyyyyy slow. Like, annoyingly so. But it's all good, it's not that late lol.
Also, I'm sorry lol.
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