Park of Winter's fall. | Jimin FF

Chapter 3

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After putting some things together in my satchel, I slide on my black leather jacket and a face mask.
I pull the bag around my head to secure it on and make my way out of my safehouse, locking it.
I stuck my hand into my pocket to pull out my phone. There was a call I had to make.
This phone is a burner...
I had to get rid of the other one for the sole reason that it was a security issue and a hazard to my mission.
Anyone could track it so, I had to be safe and chuck it in the river. After doing so, I bought a burner with some of the personal money I had set aside. Obviously due to the funds that were given to me while working for Big hit, was frozen and can no longer be accessed at this time.
It was a tremendous set back, but I know and understand why they were obligated in doing so.
I punched in the phone number that I hadn't used in a very long time. I hesitated by stopping my thumb from pushing the "phone" icon, and staring at the screen.
I was even surprised at myself for still recalling each number.
I took a deep breath to gather the courage and pressed the call button.
My heart thumped heavily in my chest as the nerves got to me. I trembled in fear at what was to come.
But I tried my best to keep my composure together.
Externally, since I was now entering a public area, so I had to stray away from groups of people, crowded locations, and refrain from being recognized by the public.
I was currently a person of interest and I don't need that publicity while I'm a fucking suspect in a potential murder case.

Because for all I know, they already plastered up wanted posters with my face on them.

'Aish... so troublesome.'

Everyone thinks he was murdered... was he?
I have re-asked myself over and over.
Like a never-ending loop of self doubt.
No.
'He's not dead. I don't believe that.'
I shake my head to get that awful thought out of my brain. I really can't afford to be thinking like that in something that is so crucial as this.
Being positive is the only way I will get through it. Hobi Hyung is always saying things like that. I have to mimic his way of life. Because he is our source of happiness, after all.
Out of nowhere, I hear a click on the other side followed by a deep, male voice answer the call I almost completely forgot that I had made.
It snapped me back into reality.

(Oops, there goes gravity. . . Sorry. I'll stop. Back to the story xD)

"Um, yoboseyo?" The gentle voice said, in as slightly groggy tone.
Taehyung actually picked up. He sounds tired.

He was probably sleeping and I woke him up. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to say anything back. The words I so desperately wanted to say, became stuck in my throat and unable to leave through my lips.
I swallowed them back down as tears flowed to my eyes, spilling down my cheeks. It was so good to hear his voice again but at the same time, it was painful to my heart.
Tae spoke again, but a little more harsh since no one answered him.
"Hello? Who is this? How'd you get this number?"
I cleared my throat and finally mustered up the balls to answer his questions.
"Annyeo, Taehyung." I spoke out quietly, trying to hide my shaky voice from him so it won't alarm him to know that I'm crying.
There was silence on his line. A few seconds, I could hear a soft huff of air.
"Who is this speaking? Wait... is this--"
I cut him off by answering before he could finish.
"Its Jiminie." I mumble, making my way through downtown, tugging the bill of my ball cap in front of my face.