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Taehyung's POV
I raise my hands in the air at the sight of guns pointing at me and surrender to the police officers standing a few meters away from where I am. I gulp as my gaze subtly swerves between them and the grange.
"Who are you?" one of them, which I assume is the leader, calls out.
I feel a thick lump slowly going down my throat as my palm become sweaty with stress.
"My name is Kim Taemin." I shout back at him and take one last glance at the grange to make sure that no one is coming out of there.
"I see. We're here for the annual search. Are you the owner of this place?" he man comes forward a bit, his head turning left and right to take a look at the property.
I shake my head empathetically. "The owner, Jinho, died a few years back. We were very close, but the place didn't come legally into my hands. I'm only here to gather some stuff and I'm going to leave after." I decide that it's best to tell the truth, since they are police officers after all.
The three pocket dogs behind him wander around, their guns still clenched tightly in their hands, and take a look at their surroundings.
"Are you paying bills for this shit hole?" The man continues without paying much attention to me as he walks towards the house on the side of the property.
This felt like a bullet straight through my heart.
"Uhm, no, I... didn't know I had to pay for the place since I'm not the owner..."
"That means you are trespassing on private property?" he points his gun back at me and takes a few steps forwards, his voice sounding colder than earlier.
"No, the owner died. Nobody owns this place. It's abandoned." I try my best to convince him, but he doesn't sound too pleased by my answer as he walks closer and closer, his glock still aimed at my forehead.
"How long have you been staying here for?"
"A few days. But I intend to leave soon." I proceed while remaining calm, a small smirk folding on the corner of my mouth when I notice the concern in the man's eyes.
"Are you not scared of guns, kid?" he stops when he's close enough to press his gun against my forehead, his eyes not leaving mine.
"Don't try to be smarter than me, 'cause you're not." his already small eyes form an even thinner line when he squints them, a cocky smile playing against his lips.
