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52. Z-PC

Jimin

I stepped out of the room and halted, my heart dancing a crazy beat, its thumping reaching my throat and ears. "Officer Hanset?" I befuddled. 

"No, no," he wedged the bookmark in the magazine and leaned over the table to pick a half-drunken bottle of beer before turning his attention towards me. "It's Daven Hanset. Officer? Nah, man." 

I blinked. The words whiplashed my world, thwarting it. The thoughts began to swirl in my head. Hanset was never going to help me because he was also one of Jungkook's pawns. 

"Surprised?" Hanset stifled his laugh and ended up smiling. 

"How do you sleep at night, you conniving bastard!"

"Hey," all traces of a smile were gone as he leaned back on the couch. His beautiful blue eyes betrayed guilt. "If you must know, I told him not to do it."

"But you still helped him. You let me believe that you almost had my stalker when you fucking knew Jungkook was the one who should've been behind bars!" I charged at him and he simply doused my half-hearted attempt by getting up from the couch. 

Chest heaving, I pinned him with a hard stare. "You don't know anything, Jimin... I knew you weren't okay and I wanted to go talk to you, but Jungkook wouldn't let me go near you. Do you remember I visited you once to inform you about the DNA match?"

I kept glaring. 

"Right," knowing I wasn't going to say anything, he resumed. "He broke my fucking toe for that. Know this. The fucker's got me as an only friend and he doesn't care if I live or die."

"No one dies of a broken toe." I goaded, feeling the world spinning again. 

"He tied me in his old apartment and beat me. I was limping when I last saw you and had two black eyes. I am sure I would've died of broken bones syndrome if he kept at it." Comprehending my animosity vanished, he trudged ahead and lifted his shirt.

I winced, looking at the deep blue spread across his torso. I also remembered that Hanset was the last person I saw before Noah got to me and he was injured. "If you weren't the cop, how did you find me there that day?"  It all made sense why all those cops were unaware of "Officer Hanset."

"Jungkook asked me to go there. He was sure you were en route to the police station. Look," his gaze was apologetic. "I am sorry, dude. I know what happened after I left."

"Can you lift your shirt again?" I asked, surprising him.

He sipped his beer, eyes a bit wide as he gawked at my face and gulped down the liquid. "I know I am more handsome than Jungkook. Prettier eyes, but he will come for my jugular this time if I did that. We'll put a pin in it in this life." He patted my shoulder. 

I batted his hand away. "I want to see if those are fresh."

"They are," he confirmed. "Once you were gone, I was the only one Jungkook could take his frustration out on."

I was surprised that every bit of information about Jungkook was surprising me again. What was I even expecting? And I went ahead to make a deal with the crazy bastard. I should expect the worst when it came to him, and yet, I might still be hoping for redeeming him. What surprised me, even more, was that Jungkook was for me, sacrilegious and insatiable personified. I became a petulant and greedy person for that devil. 

"I am sorry."

"I am sorry, too," he supplied as genuinely as one could. "I really didn't mean for it to happen to you. If I had known-"

"You couldn't have," I offered an olive branch. "It wasn't your fault."

"Beer?" He thumbed back at the fridge.