A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter XVII

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My eyes refuse to watch you leave,

so tears will blur the memory.

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Kim Namjoon sat in front of his computer, pondering over a doubt that had been pestering him for over a day. The possibilities of that ever occuring were so slim that he grew concerned of his abilities to look into people that has been his source of income for the past four years.

"Can't be," Namjoon hissed as he took in a sharp breath, "she couldn't be a refugee from North Korea. But...how?" He scrolled endlessly on the page but to his dismay, he found nothing.

The blue ray radiating from the screen illuminated his distressed features as his irises followed the movements of the page very closely but even after, he couldn't find anything. Sighing in defeat, he took off his glasses before aggressively rubbing his face and got up from his swivel chair resulting in an unceremonious creak.

He should text Taehyung about this, it would be for the better.

Namjoon:
Hey Tae, the people you asked me to look into.
It is done for the man but weirdly, I couldn't find anything
about the girl
it was blank tae
you should be wary of her
if you ever encountered her that is
hello?
Tae-tae?

Namjoon hurriedly switched off his phone when a co-worker burst in through his room. Namjoon glared disinterestedly at the man but the latter was busy huffing and panting his lungs out.

"Aish, don't you know about basic etiquettes Kwon? Do I still have to remind you to knock before you come insi—"

"Unfortunately, there is no tim-time to do that Sir," the man wheezed out, "I have just recieved a very shocking news of your interest."

Namjoon squinted his eyes as he went to pour the man a glass of water, "What is it?" He asked without looking up.

"Dohui was liquidated just as you predicted Sir,"

The glass of water fell from Namjoon's grasp as it shattered into millions of pieces.

"When was it?" He looked up.

"Now."

Namjoon:
Taehyung-ah
You were right

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Lee Younggeum trudged under the neon-coloured signboards as each of the tacky colours illuminated her defeated face.

The streets, the cars, the buildings, the shops and even the strange words written on the signboards were very strange and new to her. Back in her place, only the stars enveloped the horizon as far as their eyes got with a slight rusting of leaves and cricket chirping in the distance.

But here, the stars seemed to have been hidden very cleverly. She could hardly spot one or two with great difficulty and even the moon itself seemed old and exhausted of witnessing such monstrosity developing underneath.