Find Me [DISCONTINUED. thank you for the support.]

Chapter 21-Two Voices

I mutter some curse words under my breath as I sit home alone drinking a box of iced green tea.

5 missed calls.

In the past 30 minutes, Taehyung has called me 5 times. Texted me about 3. He's pretty sensible for a man who has never dated. My last boyfriend didn't stop nagging me for a month.

But who am I to complain? I did leave him just like that.

I cross my legs on the chair I sit upon. I sigh.

"I trusted you and you lied to me."

Stupid.

You lied to him to and you still are.

But its my job, right?

But its still not right. I take another sip of tea. I've consumed 3 boxes already, all while trying to sort out my thoughts.

Ugh.

I want to report him right away. He's been doing the wrong thing. Those people were innocent and had no right to early deaths. Think about what they had in front of them in their lives. Marriage, maybe kids of their own. A job promotion. A new friend. Winning the lottery, maybe. Or maybe just making their family happy.

But to my shame, there is a part of me that says no. Keep him safe. Hide him from the cruel world called police. From me. Disconnect from him completely and keep him hidden. Don't tell anyone. Who knows, maybe "he" will spare him.

"He might kill you."

I remember Taehyung's serious expression, and I shudder. No matter how many times I've seen him expressionless, I have never seen him so...scared.

"He" could kill Taehyung too, should he find out about Taehyung's arrest.

No, this is wrong.

Report him.

No, keep him safe.

I bite on my straw. The feeling of bending plastic underneath my teeth calms me for a moment. I continue chewing as I try to make my decision.

There's no doubt that someone will be onto me at this point. Its been so long since I started this mission. For all Mr.Ryu knows, I could have been hiding Taehyung since the beginning. What about Seokjin?

I get up from the table and begin to pace around. I run my hands through my hair anxiously. The atmosphere gives off a dangerous vibe. It feels as if I have two voices on my shoulders.

Arrest him. He's a killer.

Don't. Do it for him.

How many more times will I repeat this question to myself? I might pass out at this point.

I replay the sound of fired bullets from that cold basement. I shudder. Despite the fact that I know that he's a dangerous man, I still worry for his wellbeing.