The city was sizzling with life...Hoseok dipped his hands deep into the pockets of his coat and hunched his shoulders to keep them as close as possible...the weather is still cold as if it is not yet ready to let go of winter. The earphones were playing some random beats of an American singer..he tried to shut down the noises of the vehicle by drowning himself in the music. He came to a halt when he reached the bus stop which was unusually loud with the people who are grudgingly welcoming another day...Working people sipping their cups of coffee in preparation to be trapped in a cubicle, college students who look, like they stepped right out of their bed, and mothers running towards the bus stop while grabbing their kids who still had leftover tear stains in their cheeks..(probably another failed attempt in faking a stomach ache from escaping from going to school) people like him who had their own various purposes... All of them are just one in a million, with different stories and destinations, standing under one roof...waiting for the same vehicle to come and take them... Hoseok shook his head to get out of the monthly visit of that random thought confirming how insignificant you and your problems are in a world of billions. The bus he need to take came to a halt in front of him and Hoseok tried his best to not get stomped by others and sighed in relief when he managed to get a window seat.
He opened his pocket notebook to check the address one more time. The street he is headed to has two of the houses he needs to check. One where the family committed suicide and one where a construction worker died by falling from the building. All of it happened in 2015, he doesn't even know whether those houses are still there or not. His next destination will take another one hour drive and if by a miracle he managed to reach the three places before 2 PM, he could go and see Bambam by 4 after a short stop to grab lunch. When the bus came to a stop near a market, Hoseok get down there and walked towards the road which lead to the south part of it. He took out his phone to trace the map in there. Gladly the landmarks were quite big and he could easily get into the street where the houses are situated. Hoseok checked on the building number he needed in his book, It's A 14 and A 37 but..oh shit. The building numbers have totally changed over the years. it is showing three digits now...how the hell is he supposed to find the houses now. He went and knocked on the first door he saw. He has to wait for a few minutes to get the door open and a middle-aged woman with a warm smile opened the door.
"Annyeonghaseyo, My name is Jung Hoseok and I am really sorry for bothering you this early in the morning but I was wondering whether I can ask you something if you don't mind helping me?" Hoseok gave the best smile he could gather at the moment and hoped that it will melt whatever hesitance that woman had when it comes to strangers.
"Aigoo...what a nice smile you have child. Of course, I can answer your question. Are you one of those students who came to take surveys? We get a lot of that during college breaks."
"Yes, it is not an actual survey, more like research for the paper I am writing. I am looking into the suicide tendencies of people in the neighbourhood and I came across a case of an entire family of four committing suicide in 2015 in this street. But the address I have is old and I don't know which house it is now. Can you tell me where I can find the building?" He said while mentally slapping himself for lying to a nice lady..but it is not like he can say stuff like 'my brother got murdered and I'm looking for clues which could lead me to those who are responsible for it and the only lead I have is this old newspaper cutting about suicides and accidents..'
"Ah..that family. I remember it. This street was filled with reporters for over a month trying to find everything they could about it. But they were unlucky since none of us know them personally. They just moved to the house a month ago and all of them were really closed off. None of us could tell what it was. Looked like loan issues. As far as I heard they didn't have any assets or money left. It must have been hard for that poor man to feed his kids and wife. "
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The Hunters and their Prey || A Vhope story
FanfictionKeep on running boy....your death is coming after you... When Hope called the police to report the murder of his teacher..little did he knew that he is going against the biggest mafia in Seoul...what will he do when six criminals are chasing him end...
