Rain | JJK

15

Namjoon began to come with me to work, we both heard the camera clicks when leaving his car. He quickly looked around and they stopped. I held onto his arm, hiding my face before entering the shop.

Work began for me, I gave Namjoon a bottle of water and a box of chocolates as a treat on the house.

Namjoon sat by the table closest to the til and my night continued. He fell asleep soon after two hours. I saw a figure staring by the huge window by the parking lot with a camera.

"Namjoon." I called out, he quickly rose up and I tilted my head towards the shadowy figure. Namjoon casually walked out so the figure wouldn't suspect something, it seemed easy to catch the figure and Namjoon quickly froze while seeing it. I saw the figure drop to the ground, lifeless.

I rushed out the shop to see the reveal the shadowy figure reveal to be a man that is not familiar at all. I could hear rushing footsteps, Namjoon quickly peaked out to see a manly looking figure staring out the window with a mask and a camera while rushing away into the bus.

I noticed a camera not being in the dead man's hands. Namjoon quickly called the police, holding me tightly and I was pacing around in worry.

A police car quickly rushed in here, I was almost in tears. What the hell was happening?

An ambulance rushed in to pull the limp body into the car, the police quickly questioned us as another cop car came.

"MISS. AHN! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Mr. Khang rushed in front of me.

"SHE'S BEING STALKED. THERE'S PICTURES BEING CONSTANTLY TAKEN OF HER AND THEY SEEM TO FOLLOW HER EVERY MOVE OUT OF THE HOUSE." Namjoon screamed. "FIND OUT THE SICKO WHO'S DOING THIS TO MY BEST FRIEND."

"I don't know what's going on." I fumbled with my words, Namjoon and I were brought into the police station for evidence and questions.

As they asked us questions, Namjoon gave me comfort while I could barely speak. The thought of this being done to me was horrifying.

"IS THE CASE NOT OVER? HALF OF OUR OFFICERS ARE GONE TO BUSAN AND THIS IS ALL HAPPENING." One of the officers frantically spoke. "CALL THE BUSAN HEAD OFFICER. WE'RE TAKING THEM BACK." He spoke to the young lady at the front office, she quickly obeyed. "GET AT LEAST HALF OF THEM HERE BY TOMORROW."

I showed them the texts, they called the number to reveal a music box song that played from Sungmin and I's first date. Goosebumps were all over me. "T-That's Sungmin's and I's first date song.. The song we heard." They hung up the phone, writing down the information.

"What's his name?"

"Park Sungmin, but he's dead." I pursed my lips.

They quickly took ahold of the hospital where I told them he was told to be dead along with the funeral service.

"Ma'am.. Park Sungmin was never officially pronounced dead. His family seemed to realize he was gone from the hospital and must have hid away." The police officer spoke. My heart stopped immediately.

What about my dream? What the hell? I don't understand any of this. It doesn't add up.

I showed them a picture of him four years ago, their eyes widened. "THAT'S THE CRIMINAL ROAMING AROUND SEOUL AND COMMITTING THESE MURDERS." He clapped, all this was too much to handle. My hands were shaking and I was not even close to being steady.

Namjoon was frozen as well, "This can't be true.. his family just hid his missing case and pronounced him dead. I guess that's why he had a closed casket funeral."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"4 years ago, when did the crimes start?"

"2 years ago, all of this is adding up. Your stalker might be Sungmin, and Miss. Ahn his intentions will not be positive. He's known to kill various young women with the same body type and look as you do." My breathing grew heavy as the police officer spoke even more. "Ma'am, you will be protected by bodyguards wherever you go. You cannot risk doing anything alone before you may get abducted, for now you're our only source of information."

"H-he was doing fine.. that man in jail stabbed him a-and... what could have possibly screwed him over that bad to murder so many people?"

"He must have witnessed or lived a horrible life to have done so, is anyone he lived with in the past abusive?"

"His mother, b-but she left him when she was 14 and began to live with his father." I gulped, every word I've spoken about him was written down and noted.

"We'll expect you here in the afternoon for more questioning, A guard will lead you and Namjoon home, expect more safety and protection from now on. Trust us, Park Sungmin will be caught and punished immediately for his crimes."

A guard took Namjoon and I home separately, it was already almost morning and I felt so overtaken by shock. I don't know how to handle this.

Park Sungmin is alive.