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07. Fulminations & Critisism

4:18 am
Yeolsong

★★★

[Some lines/descriptions might be triggering to some audiences in this chapter. Though such content is not abundant in this chapter, I suggest you prepare yourselves of any detail that might cause you discomfort. Also, read at your risk.]

Their hearts were thumping, almost as if about to burst. The trepidation was growing and the aura was darkening. They could feel their inhalation falter even as they marched over to where they heard the gun fire.

What if something happened to Taehyung? What if Taehyung shot someone pointlessly just because he was scared?

Their steps echoed around the region as they neared their car. Jungkook stopped jogging and looked at the scene in front of him as Namjoon followed.

Taehyung was holding his gun out straight, pointing towards the man he fired at. The man was yelping in pain as the blood spewed out of his calf — the bullet pierced into his leg where Taehyung shot him.

"What the hell happened here?" Namjoon asked while Jungkook pulled out his gun and took a defensive position once he saw people coming out of there homes around them.

"I was standing here and this guy charged at me with a knife out of nowhere," Taehyung answered and gestured at the knife laying next to the man.

Namjoon's eyes shot at the wounded one. Enraged by what he heard, he asked, "why?" His teeth gritted against one another, jaw ticking while he waited for his answer.

The man laughed with malice and spite. "You're a cop, you fucking bastard." He smirked with derision, ironically with him being a criminal. "Why the fuck do you think?"

Jungkook set his gun and aimed it right at the man's forehead. His teeth gnashed as his finger ached to resist pulling the trigger. "One more word and I will put a hole in your face."

Namjoon gave Taehyung the car keys and asked to start the vehicle. Reaching out to Jungkook, he said, "let's go. It's no point fighting with them." There was a hint of sadness in his words which he couldn't hide. Perhaps, the withering look on everyone's faces upon seeing them made him feel depreciated.

"Drive," Namjoon said once they were all in the car. "And don't look back; don't glance in the mirrors."

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The next morning was an arrant havoc.

More than half of the country had signed a petition for the culprit to be shot to death. The streets were packed tight with people — girls, boys, women, men and the younger crowd marching down the roads with slogans being recited continuously.

Hoseok came out of the kitchen and saw Namjoon laying on his couch. He was obviously tired from last night and came home at around four-thirty after dropping off a petrified Taehyung to Jungkook's apartment.

His heart went a little sombre once he saw how soundly Namjoon was asleep. Clearly, the fellow hadn't received a good eight hours of sleep in a long time. It pained Hoseok to wake him up, but he had to.

Hoseok took the newspaper kept on the table and gently patted Namjoon's shoulder till he was awake. "Mmm, what is it?" Namjoon groaned out of tiredness and irritation.

"Wake up, Joon. I made you some tea," Hoseok said and kept the cup of lemongrass tea on the table. Lemongrass fixed Namjoon up, in every way possible, it would definitely help in having Namjoon have a strong start on his day.