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"Keep an eye on him." He instructed, rising up from the barstool he was sitting on when they finally exited the room with Jimin, while the bodyguard nodded his head. "Have you informed the police?" Hurling the cell phone in his hand, Jimin inquired. Jungkook nodded as they parted ways "Meet you later," Jimin said again before turning to leave, leaving Jungkook to open his car door, smelling something strange, as if someone other than him was present inside, with the lingering irritating perfume in the air.
His gaze moves over the confined interior of the automobile, eventually settling on the piece of paper taped to the front view mirror, which he tears out. His eyes jutted as he read the text, followed by a tightened jaw and a fist over the paper, tearing it into a ball before tossing it to the passenger seat, where his phone was sat. Picking up the device, his fingers sped up as he dialled the number, placing it to his ear, "Namjoon? Could you please give me some of your time?" When he received the ideal affirmative response from the other side, he sighed.
He took up the crumbled paper, smoothing it, while his attention followed every letter calligraphed with the ink pen, knowing it wasn't a ball pen but rather a brush pen. He'd most probably hire a graphologist to conduct a character study on the sender. He carefully folded it inside his pocket before boosting his car to drive away from the city hospital, unknowing of the shadow behind the wall looking at him, smiling as if they had completed their mission. Before they turned to go, they went to the hospital to finish the remaining task.
He took forty minutes to get to his office since he had to park and go inside. Numerous good mornings that he heard but disregarded, eliciting puzzled looks from his employees as to why he was already in a terrible mood in the morning. He entered the door to his office, not looking elsewhere, and discovered Namjoon working on his laptop. "Hey," Namjoon said, but all he got was a double nod in return. "So, what exactly do you want me to do? And, yeah, I've been attempting to find the owner of the phone number Jimin gave me. Perhaps it would take time because it is practically unhackable, possibly belonging to someone with extensive technological understanding."
"Unhackable? Is that right? Is it a private number?" Namjoon nods at Jungkook's statement. "Can't we get his[information with the number you got?" Namjoon sits back in his costly leather chair, swaying it to the left to right, while he thinks, "we may or may not, you just have to give me time for everything, but for now, can you tell me, Why was I called here on a Sunday? I was having so much fun with my baby that he nearly cried when I had to leave him alone with his nanna." Namjoon almost yelled, prompting Jungkook to pull out the paper and place it in front of his face to silence him. "I'm sorry about that hyung, but I need you to see this."
Tearing it from Jungkook's grip, he examined closely enough to get a notion of what he was already aware of, and he knew Jungkook did as well. Namjoon read over the letter, the words, and the way it was written, something so similar, something they were aware of, something so bizarre, and something so truly terrific when they remembered it. They hoped they'd never have to deal with this again, but that was a blatant lie. "Hyung?" When Namjoon's gaze was still lingering over the sheet, Jungkook called him out of his stupor.
