Run In

Part 8

Genre: STRONG ANGST!

Word Count: 9,753

A/N: Y'all, please don't hate me lol. 

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Namjoon stopped the video but made the mistake of pausing it on your crying face. Yoongi walked even closer the screen. There was no doubt about it; the person on the screen was you. He couldn't believe his eyes for what they had just seen. You were the unknown girl Frankie was talking about. The one he has been looking for, for months, has been lying in his bed this entire time. The anger in him was now present. His nose flared as he took deep breaths to calm down. Yoongi felt betrayed beyond words. He turned away from the screen, slowly shaking his head in disgust.

"Let's not jump to any conclusions. I'm sure there is a valid explanation for her being there." Namjoon tried to reason but when he locked eyes with Yoongi, he could see the fiery hell in them. They may as well have been red.

"And what would that be? What explanation do you have to offer for her being there at that exact same time as the hit?"

Namjoon didn't know what to say. Yoongi was right. No matter how much he liked you and wanted to believe you didn't have any ill intentions, there was this video. And as much as they both didn't want to face reality, it was you that was on it. Namjoon knew where his loyalties lied and he was willing to do anything to help his best friend.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked getting down to the matter.

"Where's Hoseok?"

"He's out with his girlfriend. Do you want me to call him?"

Yoongi thought for a moment. "Text him and tell him to come by when he is done. Once I get through with y/n, the three of us will have a meeting on where to proceed. Until then, I want you to dig as far as you can into the police and see how much they know about the death of that cop. If it turns out they know everything, y/n is..."

He couldn't even finish what he was about to say. He turned to leave the room.

"Wait! Does this mean that you are still going on the date?" Namjoon asked.

"I need to see what she knows and how much she knows."

Yoongi didn't say another word. He grabbed his keys and left out of the front door. The during entire car ride to your apartment, his thoughts were running wild. This changes everything and he knew it. He gripped the leather steering wheel, thinking back on how you two had first met. It happened to be on the very day Frankie killed the cop. It had to be a set up. Your father using you to extract information from him. But the real question was could he do it? Could he kill you in order to protect himself and his family? Yoongi pulled the car over on the side of the road. He realized that his breathing was erratic and tried to calm down. Reaching over to the glove compartment, he opened it and pulled out his gun. He checked to make sure it was fully loaded before he pulled back on the road in the direction of your apartment.

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You paced back and forth before taking a seat on the couch. You were a nervous wreck and were worried about how tonight would go. This was it! Your first real date with Yoongi. You wondered how he looked, what he wore, and where he was going to take you. You spent majority of the week planning out what you were going to wear, how your hair and makeup was going to look. With the help of Hyolyn, you two were able the perfect dress for tonight.

You were wearing a red backless halter dress with a plunging neckline. The dress itself stopped mid-thigh and even had a split going up to your hip. You had never worn anything so open and revealing before but you wanted to make sure you felt and looked sexy. You wondered what Yoongi's reaction would be when he saw you in it. Would he like it or hate it? You mind shifted and you began thinking about how far the two of you came. You had grown to care for him and you knew he felt the same way. Maybe tonight was the night to take the relationship a step further. You wanted to tell Yoongi how much you loved him and hoped he felt the same. Your stomach bubbled with nervousness and you stood to walk towards your kitchen. You pulled a bottle of wine off the shelf and popped it open. You were about to grab a glass but your mind thought, 'fuck it!', and you took a swig from the bottle, gulping down swallow after swallow. Feeling satisfied, you lowered the bottle from your lips, catching your breath. You didn't have time to take another sip because you heard a knock at your door. You took a deep breath and went to answer it but not before glancing at your appearance in the mirror and making sure everything was in place.