Broken Memories [I Did it for You - Book 2]

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"What the hell is going on?!" Zen screeched, glancing from the security men with AK-15s, to Prime Minister Saejoong Choi. He stood in front of the four of them, his arms folded tightly across his chest with what seemed to be a permanent smirk plastered smugly on his lips.

Seeing him, Seven's eyes went wide with horror. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, allowing his thick hair to fall over his face as he prayed silently for the man to not look too closely at him. He pleaded desperately for his heart to stop hammering in his chest in case the prime minister heard it and looked his way. 

Thankfully, Scarlett unknowingly came to his aid. She shuffled on her knees over to him and rested her head on his chest, her body shaking in fear. And wanting to hold her and protect her as best as he could, Seven laid his head on her's thankful that her hair hid his face from the man before them.

"Prime Minister Choi, what is the meaning of this?" Jumin asked sternly when the man didn't answer Zen. He wore a deep frown on his face, hiding the unease that was spreading through his body like wildfire.

Before answering, the prime minister chuckled gently. "My sincerest apologies, Mr. Han. I'm sure this is the last thing you were expecting to happen today"

"Stop avoiding his question, you lowlife!" Zen yelled, earning an annoyed scowl from the prime minister.

"Zen" Jumin glanced at Zen warningly before fixing his dark eyes back on the man standing before him. "I take it there is something you want, sir?"

Saejoong smiled. "Yes, you are quite right, Mr. Han"

"Is it money to help with your campaign? I heard you were running for president, although I was sure you'd have plenty of money to fund it from the popularity you have gained as prime minister. However, if you are short, you could have simply contacted C&R. You could have had your solicitor write us a proposal to support and fund your-"

"I appreciate that very much, Mr. Han" Saejoong held up his hand, cutting Jumin off. "However, I'm afraid doing that is not possible. And besides, it's not money that I'm looking for"

Jumin frowned. The unease growing inside him was becoming more unbearable. "Then, if I may ask, what is it that you're looking for?"

"Dude, why are you being so nice to him?!" Zen hissed through his teeth as he glowered at Jumin, his crimson eyes ablaze with raging fire at how desperately he wanted to punch the prime minister in the face.

"Quiet, Zen" Jumin whispered, keeping his eyes fixed on Saejoong. "I ask again, what is it that you want and why do you feel the need to kidnap me and my associates? Surely you agree that this is quite extreme, even to you"

"Ah yes, I was wanting to ask you about that, Mr. Han" Saejoong clapped his hands before rummaging in his blazer pocket and pulling out his mobile phone, completely ignoring Jumin's comment. He unlocked it and dragged his index finger across the screen before a keen smile appeared on his face.

"I see that you're the leader of 'Rika's Fundraising Association'. In other words, the 'RFA'"

"I am"

"And the old leaders were V, real name Jihyun Kim, and Rika Kim"

"That's correct"

"And I read here that Rika passed away three years ago, which is why she is no longer a  co-leader"

"Yes" Jumin replied, his tone flat amidst the growing impatience and nervousness he was feeling from these questions.

"And it states that Jihyun stepped down from leadership almost six months ago. Any idea why or where he is now?"