Hoseok was shocked to hear Jimin's story and even more surprised to learn the boy they met at the Fall festival might be one of the brothers he hoped to find.
Hoseok hugged his friend, in both comfort and understanding, before pulling away with a smile, "Well," he began, as he looked at the group picture they'd taken at the Fall festival over a month ago with their fellow fairies, eyes on the boy with the bunny smile, "that boy is what started your memories, so he is where we begin."
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His face was everywhere. It was plastered on walls, storefront windows, bus stops, train stations, and billboards of all sizes.
Jongshin, in the guise of an old woman, walked the streets of Seoul. It was a risk, but he had to do reconnaissance, he needed to know the extent of the search for him. Now, he knew. There was no escaping the posters, flyers and billboards that showed his face to the public.
But they weren't going to stop him.
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"For your end of year assignment, Professor Min Yoongi announced, "Find a building, whether it's old, or abandoned, or a plot of land, and redesign it into whatever you wish. However, it must be sustainable, functional, innovative and something that would benefit or improve the community." The classroom door slowly opened and Namjoon quietly walked inside, drawing Yoongi's attention, but Namjoon waved him to continue with his class. "And most importantly, be creative, work with nature not against it, design the future you want to see. You have til the start of Christmas break. Dismissed."
The students rose from their seats and began to file from class, bowing to both professors as they passed. Once the classroom was empty, Yoongi turned his attention to his friend and colleague.
"Sorry to interrupt your class hyung, but I had something I wanted to ask you?"
Yoongi raised a brow, "What is it?'
"You said your sister was a detective, correct?"
"Yes."
"Do you think you could ask her to meet me at the cafe? There's something important I'd like to talk to her about."
Yoongi frowned in concern, "Is everything alright, are you in some kind of trouble?"
Namjoon shook his head, "I'll explain at the cafe."
Yoongi nodded as he pulled out his cell phone, "We'll be there."
Namjoon nodded before heading out the door, leaving Yoongi to make the call.
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Looking for a Kim Seokjin in Korea was the same as looking for a John Smith in America, they were everywhere even narrowed down by age, and the boy had no social media accounts either that he could find. But it didn't matter, he had other ways of looking for him.
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It was twenty minutes till closing time, Jin was tending to the last of his customers while Namjoon and Yoongi sat at one of the corner tables, coffee in hand. Soon, it was closing time, Jin waving the last of the customers goodbye before closing and locking the door.
Jin, his own coffee in hand, soon joined the two professors at their table, conversing about their days as they awaited their guest.
"She'll be here." Yoongi said when Namjoon's eyes drifted passed him to the front door.
Namjoon's eyes slid back to Yoongi, "I'm sorry, hyung," he said apologetically, "I'm just-" his words were cut off by the sound of light knocking on the door. Jin rose to answer when Namjoon stopped him as he rose from his own seat, "I'll get it." Jin nodded and sat back down as Namjoon moved to check the security monitor behind the counter, drawing a gun from the small of his back as he did so.
Yoongi's eyes widened when he saw the gun, "Namjoon what the hell...?"
"I have to be sure hyung," Namjoon replied as he looked at the screen. Yoongi could only wonder what the hell was going on for Namjoon to have a gun. He looked at Jin hyung, who didn't seem surprised by the situation, he didn't seem afraid either. Yoongi wasn't afraid either, but he was more concerned than before for his friend. What was wrong? Whatever it was, had to be serious.
Suddenly Namjoon chuckled as he put the gun away and looked up at Yoongi, "It's definitely your sister." Yoongi raised a brow, "It's just you in a wig."
"Don't let her hear you say that."
Namjoon slid his gun back into its resting place as he walked around the counter toward the door to let the woman in.
"Min Yoonji?" The woman nodded, "Please, come in."
As the woman stepped inside, Namjoon introduced himself, "I'm Kim Namjoon, thank you for coming." Yoonji was the spitting likeness of her brother, Min Yoongi. It was obvious the siblings were twins.
Yoonji shook his hand, "Of course, my brother said you needed to speak to me about something important?"
Namjoon nodded as they approached the table where her brother and a pink-haired man sat.
"Hello, Ms. Min," the man greeted as he rose from his seat and slightly bowed, "I'm Kim Seokjin. Would you like some coffee or hot chocolate? I also have tea if you prefer?"
"I'd love a hot chocolate, please." Yoonji answered with a small smile as she sat beside her brother, who held the seat for her.
"We'll begin when Jin hyung returns as this mainly concerns him." Namjoon stated as he sat in his own chair.
"Alright." Yoonji nodded.
Jin returned shortly after with a mug of hot chocolate, "Here you go, hope you like it." Jin smiled.
"Thank you." Yoonji said with a small smile as she slightly bowed.
Once Jin was seated, Namjoon turned his eyes to the twin siblings seated before him, "Yoongi hyung, I'm sure you're curious as to why I asked you to call your sister to meet with me privately," he turned his gaze to the detective as he continued, "and I'm sure you're curious as to the same detective."
Both nodded their heads.
Namjoon pulled his gun out and placed it on the table before reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a badge, setting it beside the firearm. Yoongi's eyes widened slightly as he read the words imprinted on the metal government issued badge.
Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Yoonji only had to glance at it to know it was the real deal, before sliding her eyes back to the man before her, her curiosity more peaked than before.
"What I'm about to disclose to you, Detective Min, is confidential."
"I'm listening."
