MONSTER | VKOOK

┌TWELVE┐

8.39 PM. Seoul,
S

outh Korea.

"I need you to be honest with us. Not for our sake, but your own survival."

Jimin narrowed an eyebrow and huffed, sucking on the lollipop in his mouth, and sat down on the wooden chair across the table, opposite of the young woman on the laptop, moving her nimble fingers hastily on the keyboard.

He crossed his legs together, to get a glimpse of the small, dark room that only had a bulb above them as the source of light. It looked fucking boring as balls.

But Jimin didn't pay much mind to that and focused on the female before him, in the interrogation room.

"Where is Ky and what happened to him?" The girl's voice deepened and some more people entered the room; when the door swung open, it created a small creak sound that sounded irking in Jimin's ears.

Jimin had his lips pursed together and he brought his fingers above his lap and started to fiddle his thumbs together. There was a dull sensation sitting atop his mind, a thought he'd rather not recall in fact.

Honesty. Something Jimin forgot existed a long ago until Jungkook proved him otherwise—with his kind words and gentle smile—ironic how Jimin perfectly knew he indeed came here to the Greenleaf Crime University of Seoul just to hide from the police, concealing his pernicious actions, and not to make friends or anything yet he failed to do so.

He forgot his mission and ended up melting over a certain doe-eyed, bunny-toothed boy, who always followed him and made his day lighten with his presence.

A quantum breeze that trembled Jimin's heart whenever Jungkook glanced at him through his pretty, Bambi eyes. Precious. That's the only word Jimin could come up with to describe the guy that he claimed his best friend.

"Hospital." Jimin precisely answered, yet shortly.

The answer caught the agent off guard—she was taken aback, amused, surprised, shocked. Her eyes were blown wide and her glasses tumbled down her nose. She seemed to be in disbelief. Jimin paid attention to her tensed features, noting every single peculiarity. "What? H-How? And what exactly happened?"

"Found him half-dead in a tunnel. Assuming he was being chased." Jimin retorted and dug his teeth on the lollipop in his mouth, crushing it into pieces. His gaze was unreadable and he looked exhausted. The secret agent before him understood him too well.

A secret agent, after all. Knew everything and everyone. Jimin was certainly no exception in that case as well.

"Any idea about why he was chased and by who?" Another agent continued.

"Could be anyone but I'm leaning towards Taehyung, even Irene—maybe both of them. Taehyung isn't stupid, he surely knows it's his dad, who is trying to kill Jungkook." Jimin clarified, lowering his head down, causing his silver hair to fall above his eyes, covering his vision. The agents continued. Why were they even believing the testimony of a criminal such as him? It didn't make sense. At least not to Jimin, anyway.

But he didn't question further either because the possibility was that they knew what he was up to already as well, and that's why they were believing him this easily.

"What I'm reckoning is that Taehyung tried to force Ky to confess the truth―that it's his dad, after all this and the one who is trying to kill Jungkook but when Ky didn't say anything, Taehyung tried to kill him."

"That makes sense." The female agent muttered, standing up from her chair. She kept her eyes on the criminal before her, who surrendered himself to them so that they would send some assistance to Jungkook, whose life was still at the edge.