The Symbol Of Darkness

⑦Get Lost

Jungkook stood immobile as he watched Taehyung leave. The fact that he saw him again and especially under these circumstances was at the very least... surprising. Did he manifest it to happen? Although Taehyung often popped up and lingered in his mind the past few days, he didn’t remember himself wanting to meet him again. 

He was curious, of course. Curious about how he would feel seeing him again. How he would treat him. But meeting him as a potential prostitute, and combined with his infuriating behavior, wasn’t ideal to cogitate about his feelings, if he had any. Did he? Because he only identified shock upon encountering him and fury just by talking to him. It was just a fuck after all, and he wasted enough time overthinking it, he decided. 

Sloughing off any redundant rumination with a half cough and a gulp, he advanced to the door and strode towards the interrogation room where Han Misu was after he instructed Seung Ho to finish the report of the guy he was handling before. He slipped into the observation room first and nodded to the detective from unit two, who was standing in front of the one-way mirror, not failing to notice him jolt in his spot. “What?” 

“Um, I wasn’t—I mean...” Ahn Jeong scoped his countenance in search of any sign of rage, though he found none. “You’re not mad that I’m here?”

Jungkook mused over his words and soon grasped the source of his startle. It was their case, and usually he would get crazy mad at the unit two if they even tried to get involved in his cases. But his brain seemed rather disoriented for some reason. “No—uh, yeah, why are you here?” 

“I was just curious. I’m not trying to get information to steal the case. And even if I was, I would have nothing to tell my leader about this case.”

A sigh pushed out of Jungkook as he observed Misu sitting with his arms locked over his chest and a mask of utter apathy on his face. “He hasn’t said anything, huh?”

“The only thing he’s said is, ‘I prefer to rip my tongue out than snitch.’” 

He snorted bitterly and inhaled a deep breath, filling his lungs to the brim. 

“You’re rather calm,” Ahn Jeong noted. 

“I’m...” Jungkook attempted to find any word that would describe what he was feeling. “I don’t even know,” he murmured and headed to the interrogation room. He entered and kept the door open as he nonchalantly gazed at his team members. “Leave.”

“We’re not leaving the room,” Namjoon stated and motioned Hoseok to follow him to the side, giving room to their leader. 

Jungkook shrugged a lazy shoulder as he closed the door and then took his seat, leaning back in a relaxed manner, chin lifted inches higher than normal, eyes dull and not focusing on anything in particular. “We don’t really care about Jong Hoon,” he started, indifferent.

“We don’t?” Hoseok whispered to Namjoon, who just shushed him with a moue of irritation. 

“We only care about Jin Mo.” Jungkook perceived a twitch in his face at the name. “The thought process here is that if we get Jong Hoon, we’ll get Kim Taehyung”—he marked another spasm of his muscles, more intense this time—“who will lead us to Jin Mo. So if you don’t want to be a snitch for the man you work for, be a snitch for the man you all hate.”

“How do you know we hate him?”

“Come on,” he sneered. “Everyone in the business hates him because of his greed and meddling in everything. Also, he put a snitch next to your boss, right? I bet that angered him, given that he even killed that snitch.”

Misu untangled his arms and folded them over the desk instead. “Fair enough. But why would I help you get Jin Mo? There’s no reason for me to do that.”