Strip

September 21st, 9:20 A.M.

"Hello? Who is this?" Mrs. Kim asked, sounding confused on the phone.

Yoongi held his phone to his ear as he drove with one hand. "Mrs. Kim, this is detective Min Yoongi with the Seoul crime force."

"Crime force? A detective? What's this about? Is Namjoon okay?"

"I know you and your husband pulled him out of the Han river sixteen years ago. I need to know the exact spot you found him at."

"What? What's going on?"

"Ma'am, please, it's extremely important." Yoongi nearly lost his grip on the small device, as his hands were slippery with Seojoon's blood.

"Oh, h-hold on."

Yoongi heard her shuffle into another room and call out to her husband.

"Dear, where did we find Joonie? It was next to that mile marker sign, wasn't it? I'm pretty sure."

"Eh? Sign?"

"Yes, the one that said...oh gosh, what did it say again? Was it mile two or twenty?"

"Hmm..." Mr. Kim thought, and Yoongi prayed it was two, since if it was twenty, there would be no way he would get there in time.

"Wasn't it twenty?" Mrs. Kim said. "I think it was mile twenty."

Just as Yoongi's heart cracked, it suddenly healed again as Mr. Kim spoke up.

"No, it was mile two. I remember it now."

"Are you sure?" Yoongi pressed.

"Yes, yes, I'm positive. We never would have been able to walk twenty miles."

Too relieved to thank them, Yoongi hung up and floored it.

-

Wohan parked the car illegally in some tall grass that grew in a field by the river.

It didn't fully cover the car, but it obscured it enough that no one would notice it unless they were looking for it.

He climbed out and opened the back door, pulling some things out.

After setting them on the roof of the car, he went to the trunk and unlocked it.

Namjoon glared up at him, tears in his eyes.

His shirt was splattered with Seojoon's blood.

"Fuck you." He spat venomously.

Wohan grabbed the boys arm, hauling him out of the car. "Say whatever you want, I don't care. Not when I'm about to be richer than the 1%."

"You killed Seojoon! He was innocent!" Namjoon screamed, trying to jerk himself away.

"He was a liability." Wohan growled, tightening his grip. "Leaving him alive would have only given him a chance to get in my way." He smirked, yanking the boy close. "And you know firsthand what I do to people who are in my way."

Namjoon spat in his face.

With an angry cry, Wohan spun the tied boy around and slammed him against the car.

"Sign." He ordered, slapping down a document on the trunk of the car.

Namjoon eyed it, seeing the signature Seojoon had written down. A blank line sat right beside it, patiently waiting for Namjoon's own signature to follow.

Wohan untied the boy, but kept the gun pressed painfully against his side.

"And don't try anything stupid." He warned, handing a pen over to him.