COINCIDENCE [KPFF]

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Minho slammed the piece of folded tissue on the table, scaring the fragile Jackson. He flinched in his seat and shifted his gaze between the tissue and Minho.

There was a cold and petrifying look on the male's face, which made Jackson freeze in his place, just staying patient and waited for the other male to say something.

"Someone left me this with a message inside it." The male started, catching the oldest male's attention. "With the words he used, it gave me a hint that it's one of your siblings. If it is, then help me identify their handwriting."

The oldest male there caught hold of the folded tissue and gave a last glance at the youngest male, whose facial expressions had relaxed a little.

He opened the tissue and read the writing on it, his eyes not having the usual soft glow in them anymore and his face losing the expression he had.

"What is it, Jeonghun samchon?" Minho asked politely, bending in ever so slightly. His eyes dilated in hope and curiosity, wanting to know what made the other change his demeanor so quickly.

"It's Jihoon, our middle sibling." Jackson started, sighing in between before continuing. "He always had a messy handwriting; he never really liked writing, actually."

"Wait.." Minho turned to Taehyung at the back who was listening to music and working on some documents. He perked up when the other clapped his hands harshly to get his attention.

"What?" The raven-head male asked, waving his hand in the air, asking the question through his body language too. He really did not like getting interrupted, nor did he like Jackson.

The brunet across the room rolled his eyes and then inquired, "So, do you remember reading about Himchan in one of those files we found?"

"Yeah, I do." The raven-head male nodded, paying full attention to what the brunet was saying. The raven-head male started, "He's the one in between them who handles all their guns, knives and whatnot, and the money they so specifically 'own', right?"

"Correct." The brunet had a proud and satisfied smile on his face after hearing what the raven-head said, afterwards turning to the auburn-haired male seated down in front of him.

"So, after Jeochun, he's the smartest, if I'm saying it right?" He questioned the silent auburn-haired male, who nodded.

"Yes, you're right." Jackson nodded again, not hesitating even one bit to answer the question. "Till I was in the house, he handled all the guns, knives, and helped our father count and sort the money they raided, and at a very impressing young age."

"Okay, okay..." Minho trailed off and started to slowly roam around in the big, gray chamber. He was gradually nodding his head and turned his head to Jackson when he came back to where he stood a few minutes ago. "Do you know where he lives?"

"How could he even kn-" Taehyung was abruptly cut off by Jackson who immediately replied, "I don't, but we coincidentally talked this noon on the phone, and.... He threatened to kill me."

The middle-aged man sighed again, closing his eyes and lowering his head, looking back up with a reluctant smile on his face. The youngest male in the room felt really bad for the other.

"But his number could help you track him down, right?"

"Yes, it would!" The youngest male nodded vigorously, placing his palms on the table for leverage as he and the male in the back almost shouted in synchronization.