ANGEL MASK

Part 6

The computer screen taunted you, paused but yet still showing your husband's figure. He was younger as he stood before a table. You took a deep breath in before you started the video, getting comfortable against the library's Chaise longue.

In the camera's footage, a door swung, slamming against the wall, welcoming four men who were forcefully placed in front of your husband. They hid behind black hoods with their hands tied behind their back, their identity unknown.

Their hoods were soon snatched from their faces and nothing could've prepared you for the surprise. Two duffel bags that sat on Jungkook's side were grasped inside his hold and slammed against the table. He unzipped the bag, revealing the stacks of hundred dollar bills neatly stacked inside. The eyes of the men widened when they set their eyes on the excessive amount of money.

Yoongi spoke, telling them something that you could not understand, fishing out something from the pockets of his coat. It was a medium sized photograph that was unfolded by his hands, setting it down on the table.

"Sir?" You gasped, where did you get this from? I thought the fire took everything inside my home?"

"We talked about this Y/n." Yoongi smiled, "You don't have to treat me with such respect. It's Yoongi."

You grimaced, taking a hold of the tattered photograph. "I know, it's just that you're older than me and you saved me, you've also taken me in. You deserve more than my respect."

Yoongi did not reply, only stared at you, admiring you much to your obliviousness. You were so awkward, so pure, and so extremely naive. He wanted to hide you, keep you from the rest of the world as his.

"The basement seemed to be untouched. There was a box with photographs untouched. I brought you this one. I thought that seeing your family even in photos would cheer you up. Would you like to take a walk with me? Tell me about them."

The tears came without a warning, cascading down your cheeks and onto your shirt. Those men, the ones in the footage, were eliminated right in front of you just after they murdered your family. You were alive because of Yoongi; he arrived just in time to shoot them all dead. He told you, face to face that he'd been tracking them for months because they betrayed him.

Why in the hell would he give them money?

You know why

"Yoongi isn't who you think he is." Seulgis' voice rang.

The computer on your lap was immediately slammed shut when a knock resonated against the door. "Mrs. Min?" It was one of the maids. "Just a second," you called, snatching the USB from the side of the electronic device before she could see it. "Come on in." The door opened and she bowed respectfully, "Mr. Min is calling for you ma'am. Dinner is ready." She announced, hands behind her back as she stood in front of the door. You nodded towards the young girl. "Thank you, you may leave now."

As the door shut, you stood, rubbing the corners of your head. What you saw, it had to be a hoax? Yoongi was your husband, he loved you, he showed it everyday, he would have not ever betrayed you the way you thought he did. But your mind brewed with thoughts that you understood would never leave until you finally pacified them. You couldn't just falsely accuse him of something as huge as that. The accusations were serious, deadly.

He knew you like the back of his hand and that is why he knew that something troubled you before you sat at the dinner table, failing to hide the obvious looks you sent his way. "Sweetheart? You haven't touched your dinner. Is it not to your liking?" He questioned, worried.

"No." You gulped. "It's not that, it's just - I'm not feeling very well. My stomach hurts."

"Well, maybe it's because you haven't eaten, my love. Take a bite, please, for me? I don't want you to feel worse."