Three Options [JINKOOK]

Chapter 16

Jin's p.o.v

It took us an hour to arrive at the Seoul Airport. The place was crowded even it was almost 11.30 in the evening. 

Jungkook turned the car over to the path which led the vehicles into the long-term parking lot. He pulled it parallel to the ticket cabin and stopped at the barrier. A man in his mid-fifties came over to my side of the window with a fold book in his hand. I rolled the shutter down. 

"How long?" he asked in a sleepy voice. 

"A month." 

The man nodded and wrote something on his book. Walked over to the front of the car and looked below the hood. Wrote down the plate number. Strolled back into the cabin and printed a ticket through his machine. Handed it over to me through the glass. 

"Thanks." I bowed and rolled the shutter up. The barrier was lifted up and Jungkook put the transmission into drive. The Lexus moved it's way between rows of vehicles. The lot was lit by hundreds of bright lamp posts. I craned my neck to see thousands of cars, trucks, vans and other kinds of vehicles parked neatly in hundreds of rows, all over the area. 

"Where should we park?" Jungkook asked, looking left and right through the lot. 

"Maybe a couple of slots short on the last." I said, watching my surroundings. "Might be good if we choose a space between newly entered cars. Which the owners might be late to return. But not too suspicious."

Then I saw the perfect place. Just like I needed. 

"There" I pointed at the direction. Jungkook accelerated the car a few paces and swivelled into an empty slot on his left. He braked swiftly and turned off the ignition. The headlights went off and the lamp light fell onto the hood. For the first time I noticed the colour of the car. It was olive green. I turned my head both ways and saw that our car was sandwiched between a white Cadillac on left and another empty slot on right. Perfect cover!

I turned my head and looked at Jungkook. He was unnaturally calm. And contained. Like he was ready to face whatever that comes his way, even it was filled with terror. 

"We should probably get out." I said in a soft voice. He looked at me and nodded. 

I unlocked the door first and climbed out into the chill air. It was slightly snowing. I shivered in my thin sweater.

I heard the thump of the other door closing on the left. Seconds later Jungkook joined me, hugging himself in the cold. 

"What now?" he asked, a cloud of mist escaping his dried lips. 

"Go get the pouch bag and the briefcase. We need to switch our cashed money to dollars. I'll go wipe out the gun." 

Jungkook nodded and climbed into the rear seat while I seated my self on the passenger once again. I took the Glock-17 from the pouch bag and clicked out the magazine off it. Put it back with the shell-cases and cleaned the gun using the liquid until it shone upon the lamp light. Threw it in the empty glovebox and closed it tight. 

Five minutes later, we were back outside in the cold with Jungkook holding the briefcase and me holding the pouch bag and our legal documents for travelling. I took Jungkook's phone with mine and slipped them into my pant pocket. 

"What happened to Taehyung's phone?" Jungkook asked, looking back at the trunk. 

"I left it at the apartment." I said. 

"Wouldn't that be a problem? Won't the police trace it over to there?"

"They won't. Tracing phones doesn't work like that unless there's a tracking software installed in. I believe no one cared about tracking his jaywalks." 

"But the sim card's still in there, right?"

"Yes it is. But if the police trace the number, it would directly capture a location where he'd answered or made a phone call before. Not somewhere he kept it switched off. Phone numbers are traced through the electronic pulses shared between telephone towers."

Jungkook nodded. I saw him shivering. 

I took his hands and pulled his body into mine. He hugged me and shoved his face in my chest. I smiled and kissed his snow covered hair. 

"We'll be alright, honey. I promise."

"I-I'm sorry." he mumbled. 

"You don't have to be. I love you and I'd do anything in the world I can do to protect you."

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I bought two tickets to Milan Linate airport cuz Malpensa flight was eight hours late. We couldn't wait that long. 

While Jungkook was at the counter exchanging money, I swiped into my work. First, I went into the washroom area and dumped the spent shells in two separate tissue bins. Then I threw the magazine into a huge dumpster in the cafeteria. Then I Ordered a cup of black coffee and an apple pie to waste the time at a table. 

I drank the coffee like I was in no hurry. Finished the cup and got up casually, leaving my Sony on the wooden surface of the table, along with the unfinished pie.

Then I made my way over to a duty-free minimart to pretend to buy something. I walked through the shelves crowded with different kinds of sweets, snacks and soft-drinks. Put a few in my shopping cart and "accidently" left Jungkook's Motorola on a beer shelf. 

A couple of minutes later, we both were sitting at the waiting area ready for the one o' clock flight to Italy. 

"What's with the snacks?" Jungkook asked, when I gave him the bag filled with nonsense. 

I shrugged. "I think I left your phone there."

Jungkook laughed despite the situation. "You should've been a detective. Like Sherlock Holmes. Or James Bond."

I chuckled and leaned my head on his shoulder. "What's the reason?"

"I don't know." he smiled. "Maybe because you'd know ways to unravel murder mysteries. Just like you covered up on."

I sighed. "Maybe."

"Anyway, how're you gonna convince Mr. Jung? About Taehyung's absence?"

"I'll say he changed his mind. He wanted to stay back in Korea and have the apartment for himself. While I transfer to Canada with the love of my life." 

He smiled. "How long would it take to land in Linate?" 

"A few hours. Enough for us to have a nap." 

Jungkook went quite for a spell. Then he said, "Are you sure they won't chase after us, even if it's gone months after they finally find the corpse?"

I kissed his cheek and snuggled into the warmth of his shoulder. "Just like Reacher said, 'Hope for the best, plan for the worst'. And We'll hope for the best honey. The best for us."

A/N: Just a few more chapters to go. Hope you liked the story so far.