The Symbol Of Darkness

㉙We're Going

 
With his sutures already removed four days later and his wound all healed and pain-free, Taehyung drove to the mansion early in the morning. 

A simmering urge had taken root in his gut to visit Jin Mo earlier, since he needed to question him about that recording in person, but Jin Mo was clear; the moment he would go to the mansion, he would get back to work. 

So he had sealed up that urge, barring it from possessing him until he could work again. 

He advanced straight to his office, nodding his head to the people he encountered, and waited merely five seconds before the door opened with a whoosh. 

At first glance, Jin Mo seemed to be in a good mood as a joyful grin sprawled over his lips that brightened his naturally sharp features. 

“Tae! I would so hug you right now if I were that type of guy,” he chirped as he sauntered towards the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. 

Taehyung snorted, rolling his eyes, and both took their seats across from each other. “It’s already creepy to see you smile like that. If you hugged me, I would seriously think there’s something wrong with you.” 

Jin Mo showed his teeth with another grin, an amused sort of chuckle tingling his throat and shaking his belly. “I’m just happy to see you after so long. Did you rest a lot?”

“Yes, I feel great. Maybe I’m a little weak and rusty, but it’s reasonable. I need to get back in shape.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t assign you anything difficult for now. But... you want to work, right? You’re ready?”

Taehyung nodded his affirmation. “Before you give me that binder”—he dipped his chin to the said item beside Jin Mo—“I need to tell you something.”

Still exuding his blithe condition, Jin Mo waited smilingly. 

“Jungkook went to your side hideout four days ago.”

“Ah, right!” Jin Mo exclaimed, chuckling. “Did he find enough to stop bothering you about me?” His outstretched lips gradually shrank at Taehyung’s stiffness and the gloom that tinged his eyes. 

Taehyung leaned his elbows on his thighs and interlocked his fingers. “Did you leave a gift for him?”

Jin Mo’s neck cowered in puzzlement, the skin beneath his chin bunching. Vertical lines etched between his brows as his eyes wandered in a circle of thought. “Gift? I don’t remember leaving him a gift.”

Jin Mo seemed genuinely confused at his question, but Taehyung pressed more to make sure he had no knowledge of the matter. “They found a wrapped-up hard drive. They had to break the code to open it. And it contained a recording file of the night Kang Ho died.” 

Jin Mo’s eyes narrowed to two little crescents at his vast puzzlement. “What? What are you talking about?”

“It was a recording file of Jungkook crying and screaming his hyung’s name. You have to be the one who did this. Why? Why did you have to mock him like that? Why did you have to torture him like that?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Jin Mo protested defensively. “What recording file? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I never had a recording of that.” 

Taehyung perused the hard lines of sincere unawareness on Jin Mo’s face, and his chest fell with a long sigh. “Remember the symbol on my cube? The same symbol was on the wrapping.” 

Jin Mo’s eyes tumbled to the floor as his features contracted with a new tension. He reached for his drink and sipped it, then reclined, forcibly driving the tautness from his muscles. “I don’t know what to tell you, Tae.”