Searching (BTS fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Abigail's POV
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"Not for the past 21 years."
That was true.
There has never been a flood here for as long as me nor my parents have lived here. There have been plenty of earthquakes, tornadoes, and snowstorms.

Lots of bad stuff happen in this neighbourhood now that I think about it. Last month the stone's house was robbed, the next day the house right next to it was robbed.

And last year Mrs. McCarthy was murdered. Her husband and young son couldn't stand all of the memories that their house held so they ended up moving far away.

Most of the crimes that happened around here were somehow related to me. I either committed the crime, provided the necessary tools needed for the job, or helped cover it up.

Everything has been going great for me so far. I haven't even come close to being caught once.

That's why this Namjoon guy is dangerous. If he does work for the government like I think the he could ruin everything that I've built up and I could end up going to jail.

Especially if he decides to snoop around and he finds the emeralds that I stole from an extremely wealthy man from the other side of city. Or he could fin-

"Hey, Abigail"

Namjoon's sudden words shake me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think that the flood's ever going to go back down?"

"I hope so. It has to. Otherwise no one will have any jobs, we won't get any mail. Then we can't pay bills.

Then if it does eventually go down we'll all be kicked out of our houses, if they haven't already been destroyed.

Plus we're going to run out of food soon. So, yeah, I really hope it'll go down soon. Maybe they'll find a way to drain it."

"Yeah. We'll have to ration out the food. So it'll last longer."

"Ummm.... Namjoon?"

"Yeah?"

I'm going to ask him what he was talking about the other day. I have to know.

Even though I couldn't understand the majority of it, the way he said my name, well, I've just never heard anyone say my name like that. With so much... Emotion.

"The other night, when you were sleeping, the intercom came on, because it's broken, and I heard someone calling my name.

I went downstairs to figure out what it was and when I got downstairs... Well, it was you.

You called my name a few times and then said some stuff I didn't under stand, like 'saringhae' and some other words I don't remember."

He stops what he's doing and slowly turns around.

"What did you say?"