ANGEL MASK

Part 8

The room was cold and miserable. Two agents sat before you, a woman and a man whose names you came to learn: Agent Kim Namjoon and Im Nayeon. Their eyes, dark and apathetic, stared at your form as you looked downwards, eyesight focused on your shoes.

"What else can you tell us about Min Yoongi?" The woman questioned, her fingers toying with the pen.

"I already told you everything I know. He never talked much about his business with me, I didn't want him to." You explained. The hours of interrogation made you irritated, desperate for a way out. Sharing everything you knew about Yoongi made you feel suffocated, fearing that he'd find you here, cooped up inside this cold room.

"What about the place - the house you were settled in? Do you know where it's located?" Namjoon asked, standing up, a black marker on his hand. There was a board next to him with a huge rectangular map in place.

"Not much," you muttered. "I got out in a hurry, but that's about it. I can tell you though, we were somewhere in the mountains. He has horses in that property, a lake, acres of land." Namjoon nodded, placing his pointer finger on the bridge of his glasses to rightfully place them back on his nose, before he scribbled messily on the white board.

"How long will this continue for?"

"Mrs. Min, we simply want to help -"

Snapping you said, "No. What you want is to find out if I had anything to do with his goddamn job - if I was involved. No, I was not. I am married to the man, yes, but I have nothing to do with him anymore. I did nothing bad."

To your surprise, Nayeon chuckled, a deep and sarcastic laugh that made you frown. "Oh, please -" she scoffed, "You might lie to yourself, but I know better. You stayed, choosing to ignore everything he's done, not even once did she stop to think about all those families, all of those children who her husband left orphaned because of his bullshit business. Your husband only knows how to ruin lives. Spreading drugs and violence in the world, torturing, taking, killing, to get what he wants. You're no better than him."

The woman stood, "Deal with her yourself." She said to her shocked colleague, slamming shut the door.

Her words were sudden, pricking at your heart because she was right. You chose to stay despite knowing what he did, ignoring the immoral name, and the reputation he made for himself. But you were blinded, blinded by the angel mask he showed you and the love that he gave you.

Namjoon looked at you, his mouth agape. "Well, I did not see that coming." He chuckled awkwardly, taking a seat.

"I apologize. She's just... been taking this hard. Her father was killed on a mission that involved your husband. He never made it back."

Wringing your hands together, clammy and freezing, you muttered. "Do you know what happened?"

"No. Not really." Namjoon answered. "It's assumed he was captured, but nothing is really known. Nayeon never got to say goodbye. We were in the academy when it happened. It made her work twice as hard."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I'm sorry too." There was a moment of silence before you immediately stood, spouting your guts into the trash can in the corner of the room.

Namjoon's eyes were wide as he watched you. "Ma'am? Are you okay? Can I get you anything?" He stood, concerned.

"No." You cried. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

A knock on the door made you turn your head. You could only imagine how you looked at the moment; kneeling with your hair on your face: a children's nightmare.

Jinyoung's thick eyebrows furrowed once he walked inside, placing papers on the table. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine." You stood, placing a hand against the wall when your head fuzzed.

"Well I hope you are. Are you ready for freedom?"
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Jinyoung's chest heaved from the adrenaline, his handgun in his grasp, raised and ready to fire. He walked with caution as he turned against a corner of the home he and his team had been trying to locate for months.

With every turn he would do, his heart accelerated, the thought of finding Min Yoongi made his body tingle with satisfaction - with hunger, but that was soon shut down when every single room of the mansion was clear.

It couldn't be.

He grunted, holding in the scream. "I want every little crevice checked, even under the fucking rocks you hear me?" He yelled as his people nodded and saluted.

Jinyoung came inside this territory believing Min Yoongi would be here, but he was mistaken. The hole in the ground near the garden was the only indication that your daughter had been dug up and taken from her place of rest.

He knew Jinyoung was coming.

"There's nothing in here Jinyoung." Nayeon growled. "Where the fuck could've he gone huh?"

"I don't know," Jinyoung muttered, "I don't know.

Once the mission was wrapped, Jinyoung cautiously looked around the home, placing his phone against his ear. "Y/n? I'm sorry." He sighed. "But he wasn't here. Nobody was."

On the other side you nodded, defeated, running a hand over the swell of your growing stomach. Quietly, you spoke. "I'm trying my best to stay positive but, I am starting to believe I will never have a moment of peace."

"I promised you I would keep you and your child safe, I will never allow anything to happen to you both."

Throughout the months, Jinyoung stayed by your side, visiting every so often. He understood what it was like, being lonely and trapped inside a home that was not yours. After the news of the pregnancy, he felt inclined to take responsibility. There was something about you that called to him like a moth to a flame, he just did not know what.

"I know. And I believe you, just... come back safe. Watch your back, Yoongi is still somewhere out there and once he figures out what you have done for me, you're on his list. Forever."