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CHAPTER 8:LOVE AND HATE

"We are missing something Jungwoo. There must be a connection, a link between the murders. There has to be a motive. The crime scene has to leave some hints.", Taehyung said gaining Jungwoo's attention. "Yes Sir, you are right. That lunatic can't be perfect. There is no such thing as a 'perfect crime'. He must have left some clues.", Jungwoo agreed.

Both of them kept of chatting and exchanging thoughts in Taehyung's cabin when Jungwoo asked, "Sir actually, tomorrow is my birthday, so you know---, I wanted to ask if you will be able to come over at my place for the party?", Jungwoo asked nervously, not wanting to get yelled at for asking unprofessional matters. Taehyung, however, got lost in his own thoughts.

*flashback*

It was late at night, the darkness covering the sky like a blanket. Yohan was in Shanghai with some of his colleagues for work. Soojil was watching a drama in her room, when she realized that she forgot to keep a bottle of water in Taehyung and Taesung's room. She took a bottle from the kitchen but as she opened the door of the room, she saw that both Taehyung and Taesung's beds are empty. Chills went down her spine. She was worried, not for Taesung but only for her son Taehyung. She quickly got down the stairs and opened the main door. What she saw freaked her out so much that her legs gave up, and she fell on her knees, speechless. She saw that Taehyung was standing in the middle of the road, and a car was about to hut him. "Taehyung! No!", Taesung called out as he pulled Taehyung to the safe side. Both Taesung and Soojil's heart skipped a beat. Soojil was weeping as she just saw her dear son about to get hit by a car, but by god's grace, he was saved by Taesung. Anyone with a heart would thank and appreciate Taesung for his actions just now, but instead of that the lady screamed a him. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO HURT MY TAEHYUNG!?", her shrill voice making Taesung cry and hug himself in fear. He knew, even though he did a good deed, the demon inside the lady has awaken. "That's it! enough of your games." Soojil got up and went inside her house. 

Taesung was scared. His father, the only person who could protect him, was out for business. Taehyung was confused, but as he saw his precious brother was crying he started comforting him. Soojil came out with a bag in her hands, pictures of Naruto Uzumaki printed on it. It was Taesung's bag. "Here, take it and get the fuck out of here. Come back when your father is back. Until then stay away from me and my Taehyung." , Soojil ordered, and threw the bag at poor Taesung. He had no other choice but to leave. "Momma, please let him stay, I am okay look, please momma, please, please let Taesung Hyung stay. It's his birthday tomorrow", Taehyung cried. He knew it was because of him. He tried to follow his brother but his mom grabbed his hand. Taehyung was forced to get back in his room. 'I ruined it. I ruined everything. Tomorrow is Taesung Hyung's birthday, and mom will never let him in. It was all my fault', Taehyung thought to himself. He hugged his brother's pillow and cried himself to sleep.

*end of flashback*

"It's okay if you can't come sir. I completely understand.", Jungwoo broke the silence. "No, I'll come for sure. After all your like my...", Taehyung paused. "Brother?", Jungwoo completed the sentence, with a sly smile etched on his face. "Yes. you are like my brother." "I will send you my location. Party is at 7:30. Please be on time.", Jungwoo said, completely hyper. "Ok Jungwoo, thanks for inviting me. I will be there.", Taehyung replied. "Thanks! Bye!", Jungwoo exclaimed, and closed the door behind him, leaving Taehyung to his thoughts. 

He was still thinking about his flashback earlier. He knew his Taesung Hyung would not hurt him. That was definitely not his intention. But what was the story behind it?

That had been the last time Taehyung saw his brother alive. He wished that Taesung could have seen him one last time, in a better state. His mind was cluttered with thoughts. He thought about love. He thought about hate. He thought about how they were interconnected. If there was love, then there had to be hate. He thought about how they were so different, yet, so connected. Love could turn the most cold-hearted men soft. Hate could turn the most soft, cuddly person, into a rock-hearted fool. Both love and hate, can be good. Both can be toxic. But most of all, love or hate, whatever it may, could push a person beyond their limits.