Park of Winter's fall. | Jimin FF

Chapter: 10 (FINALE)

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[Flashback to Jimin and Tae]

[2 Hours Earlier]

[JIMINS P.O.V]

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Trusting Taehyung with the bag, I casually stayed back and let him complete his task. I put my full faith in him and believed in him enough to know that he would get it done. I had my doubts, but knew that I shouldn't feel that way about my best friend. I was very nervous, but I had to keep my cool. I had to keep from being spotted. But sitting around was painfully boring for me.
While awaiting for the signal from Tae that he was close enough to find a window to chuck my bag through, I sat down on the sidewalk near the bushes and pulled out the business card from my leather jacket. I gazed at it a few times before twirling it between the finger pads of my right index finger, and thumb.
I hummed "Save Me" as I tried to decode this little card a bit more.
It took a few moments, but then it hit me...

'Wait a second...'

I held it between both of my hands, bringing it closer. I couldn't keep my left knee still. I was nervously bouncing it around.
"Wait a second....why do I feel like I have seen these numbers before?" I tilted my head.
Something about this string if numbers and letters turned a lightbulb on in my head. But I felt as though I wasn't smart enough to figure it out right away.

"I know this has got to mean something." I grumbled softly. Next, I decoded to read the line of random code out:

《6A5K1O0 - W2N3》

"I need to start looking at these a bit more strategically." I sigh out frustratingly because I couldn't get it. "I wish Namjoon-Hyung were with me... and Yoongi. They would know what to do."

I mentally slapped myself.

NO! They won't help. They were the problem in the first place. They're assholes.

"I can do this by myself" I nodded my head, trying to hype myself up.

I turn the card around in my hand one last time, looking underneath it and holding it up towards the sunlight. Then I noticed something sort of strange.

"Wait a minute... this ink is a little...off. How did I not see that before?" I fumble around in my pockets, my jacket and finally in my satchel. (The one that I had with me). until I finally found what I was searching for.

A lighter.

I flick the lighter on and hold it under the card until the numbers disappear into letters. The name that had been revealed to me in the middle made the back of my hair stand on end, and my eyes go wide. I slapped my hand over my mouth and flew up to my feet in complete shock and horror.
I studied the card so intently, I could probably burn a hole through it. The name read, in bold letters:

JACKSON WANG

"Holy fucking hell....No!" I accidentally yelled a bit too loudly. I thought I was screaming inside my head. But turns out, I wasn't. The only reason I found out, was because a faint sound of a familiar voice, wafting over to my direction from a nearby window.