Innocently Guilty [EDITING]

《19.2》

This is part two that I couldn't cut any shorter cuz Namjoon just had to drag the whole I gotta kill a bitch scene for too long

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Namjoon woke up to a dark room. He recognized the place as one of the many interrogation rooms in the mansion. He blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes to the dimly litted room and tried to move. He stopped at the realization that he couldn't move his arms and took a look behind his back.

Great, he was tied up... obviously.

He knew that trying to get free was going to be a waste of time, seeing that his wrists were burning from the tightness of the ropes. Instead, he decided to save his energy and concentrate in an escape. He tried looking around, but he couldn't see anything beyond half a meter from where he was seated.

He tried loosening the ropes a bit. It wouldn't free him, but it would at least help with the pain forming around his probably already swollen wrists. He struggled for a bit when another light to the room was turned on.

On the far corner, he saw two figures. He recognized them both. One was the male who had shut the door in his father's office. Now that he saw him carefully, he saw his short height and slim body. It was either a short male or a young person. Given the fact that he had heard his voice, he had opted for the latter. He guessed at most, he was probably in his mid to late twenties.

This time he also took notice of his neck. It was slightly uncovered and he managed to see what seemed like a tattoo peaking from the collar of his shirt.

It was quite an odd symbol. Something he had never seen before. It looked like a sort of curved line, like an 's' and it was surrounded by what looked like the David's Star. Was his captor Jewish then?

The boy then took notice of his eyes. They were a deep brown, very dark. For some odd reason, the look he was giving Namjoon made him feel... challanged? That stare bored into his mind and it somewhat bothered him.

Not very clearly, Namjoon made a last attempt to make an outline of the face. He guessed for the male's face to be slim, with high cheekbones and a slender nose. It wasn't enough to set a face, but it was something.

Namjoon finally stopped scanning the mysterious captor to set his eyes on the other figure. This one, made Namjoon's eyes widen.

"Appa!"

Jaehwa was kneeling on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. A rag was covering his mouth and his clothes were messy and dirty. A thin layer of sweat covered his tanned skin and Namjoon gulped at the state of his father.

In his twelve years of existance, he had never seen his father in this state. He was always sporting neat suits and his appearance was so impeccable, not even a strand of hair was out of place. Now, he looked like a mess with his blood covered shirt and his messed up hair.

He looked like he had just come out of a fight with a bear and the bear won as a string of blood ran down from his hairline down to the side of his left eye and towards his cheek.

Jaehwa couldn't speak, but although agitated, his composure was calmed and he looked directly at his son's eyes as if silently telling him to stay calmed. Namjoon got that, though he felt the increasing tension forming around his father and the mysterious man.

Namjoon could also see from the corner of his eye another, bigger figure. Probably one of the enemies pawns. He stared at the man in front of him again. "What do you want?" He spitted with much venom in his voice. Any normal person would have ran a mile away in a second if met with such tone. This guy, he didn't even flinch, instead he laughed.