•In the lap of the Gods• [ BTS ]

10.

The stern looks forced Yoongi to break out from his imagination, but he could not protest nor force himself to stand up and stretch his legs. Fatigue had taken its toll on his body, and now he was almost as lifeless as the other five corpses.

A furrowed brow and a clouded look showed that Yoongi was in a strange mood.

He tapped his fingers constantly on the mahagany desk in the study, which the men occupied after the police entered. All eyes were fixed on the man who was, it seems, the only one who knew in which direction the mantissa of their lives was pointing.

The police did their work in the other rooms of Sebastian's mansion. Everyone relaxed a little, panting considering that they hadn't been taken into custody yet and that they were there, in front of Yoongi, eager for answers.

The room exuded the same heavy stony air that was always felt in the mansion. Yoongi took the last tompus out of his pocket and with a quick movement of his hand, he struck a match which instantly started a fire.

- Aish, I'm definitely quitting smoking. - Yoongi said more to himself. He closed his eyes for a moment and gave himself a chance to drift into thought, but it was short-lived.

Jungkook cleared his throat, his arms folded across his chest, his lips pursed in anger.

The older man's gaze immediately softened, remembering the little boy in front of him and his standard attitude whenever he was overcome by anger.

The older got up with a heavy heart from the comfortable leather armchair in which he was reclining, still clutching a thick cigarette between his fingers. The smoke slowly painted the room in an eerie gray. A cough could be heard somewhere, but it remained ignored.

- Ah, yes, yes... I apologize once again for joking with you. That wasn't nice of me, really. - he said, but when he saw that there was no answer, he quickly continued.

- But if only you had seen your faces...

Laughter filled the study room, and Yoongi tried to control his giggles, which he knew very well had come at the wrong time.

A few rolled their eyes, some exhaled like they in breath holding the entire universe centuries ago.

No one uttered a word.

They don't even know if it was a collective rebellion against Yoongi's silly attitude or was it the trauma speaking for them.

- Ok, I'm exaggerating. That's why I owe you an explanation. - he said that, and then he nodded towards the sofa and pair of chairs that stood in front of the mahogany table where Yoongi was seated. The men took the hint and took their positions.

And then he started.

- Recently, maybe a few months ago, Sebastian visited me in the office. You know he never does that, and that's why I was very surprised. - he paused while recalling that day as if through a fog.

- And he himself was very strange from that day. You all know what Sebastian was like, cold and calculated. He never showed love to us. But from that day I noticed a change in his speech, in his eyes... have you heard of micro-emotions or micro-expressions, as we call them in our department?

It was a rhetorical question, so no one spoke and Yoongi continued.

- These are short facial expressions that occur with certain emotions. They appear in moments when a person deliberately tries to hide real emotions. But there is that millisecond in which everything is visible, and it mainly refers to feelings such as happiness, sadness, fear... in the first exercises we are taught to recognize them. In Sebastian's case, I recognized fear and sadness, something I had never noticed before. And what he told me that day only confirmed my suspicions.