HIS BALLERINA JIKOOK

CHAPTER 3

~Everything requires a step…~

*JUNGKOOK*

He scrolled through his father’s phone. A scowl was plastered on his face as he kept scrolling. He needed this evidence. He needs to find this murderer. His need to make them pay dearly for killing his father and making life a living hell for them. But the only way he can do that is by finding evidence.

Namjoon leaned on the wall, his arms were over his broad chest, his hair looked like one that doesn’t even know what a hairbrush look like, it was looking so outgrown and unkempt. His gaze were fixed on his friend. They’ve been looking for this so called evidence on that phone for about two hours and haven’t find any damn useful thing. Jungkook wasn’t ready to give up but he was already giving up and he dare not say that shit to Jungkook. Especially not when he’s receiving a huge amount of money from his friend for this job.

Jungkook grabbed the cup of coffee at his side and took a sip, his eyes never left the phone. His eyes were even aching but that didn’t stop him from still searching. And it was beginning to annoy Namjoon now.

“There’s nothing there, Jungkook. We’ve checked that phone for about two hours and can’t seem to find anything.” Namjoon finally said. He was prepared for whatever mean or rude words his friend was going g to say to him. He should be use to it but he wasn’t. Jungkook just have a gift of making people sad and unhappy with his words. His mother was his regular victim.

“We can’t give up.” He simply said, not taking his eyes off the phone screen.

“We are not giving up. We are just…”

“Taking a break?” Jungkook cuts in, finally looking up at his friend. Namjoon suddenly wished he never spoke a word because the look Jungkook was giving to him could probably kill him.

“That wasn’t what I said. I_”

“What are you trying to say, Namjoon? That I should forget about finding my father’s murderer and let everything be? Or what?”

“That isn’t what i meant, Jungkook.” Namjoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He always does that whenever he was getting frustrated or annoyed. “I’m not asking you to give up and I will never ask you to do that. But overdoing things isn’t going to add to this investigation. I know you want to bring justice to your father’s death and trust me I’m here for you but… You are overdoing the whole thing. Look at you, you look like shit. Your eyes has been on that screen for the past two hours and take a look at me, I stink. Why don’t we just take a day off and just think things through. It’s better to think than to rush things and not think.”

Jungkook gaze sharpened as he stare at his friend. “I’m not going to stop looking until I find something on this piece of device.” He said through gritted teeth.

“And what if you find nothing, what’s gonna happen then?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook rushed out of the bed and stormed towards Namjoon. He gripped his collar and pulled him off the wall, levelling Namjoon to his own height. His gaze were dangerous. He wasn’t smiling _Although that was usual_ No one was used to his smile. In fact they haven’t seen him smile ever since his father died. He was always frowning, scowling, glaring and that’s it.

“If you are tired of sticking with me then get lost.” He growled, his grip tightened.

“I…I…I can’t breath….I…” Jungkook quickly let go of Namjoon’s collars and took a step away from him, running his fingers through his brown hair. “What the…” He coughs. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He coughs again. “Do you want to kill me?!”