i'm going to the police station
meet me there
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namjoon had been sitting around at the police station for half an hour, waiting for any news on the case he'd submit previously. he tries wiping away at the sticky, wet texture on his cheeks to burn some time.
"namjoon!" jin walks into the station, speed walking over to namjoon. namjoons eyes lit up. jin was taking so long to show up, that he was almost certain he wasn't coming. "i'm sorry, traffic was really bad" jin apologizes. "any news yet?" he asked, hope visible in his voice. "n-no" namjoon looks back down at the ground, embarrassedly.
how could he be stupid enough to lose his own kid?
a tear slips from his eye at the thought of miyoon. miyoon's dimples that reflected his own, his almost always cheerful smile, his cartoon-like eyes, and his small nose - almost the exact same shape as namjoon's. "i hope he's okay," he says in an almost inaudible volume. "it's all my fault" namjoon self-scolds. jin sighs. he notices the empty seat beside namjoon and settles himself in it. "hey, don't be so hard on yourself" he gently pats his back.
"who could've guessed miyoon would just disappear, right?" namjoon stays quiet. he was at fault and there was nothing jin could say or do to convince him otherwise. "don't worry, i'm sure he's fine. he's a smart kid" namjoon turns his head to look at jin.
"what if he's not fine?" namjoon quietly asks. he hadn't even realized all the tears streaming down his face by this point.
"he could be in danger" he croaks.
jin frowns. "don't think like that, joon. i bet you anything we'll find him" namjoon forces a slight smile. they're both interrupted when a police officer walks into the waiting area.
"sir, we have a lead"
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"we had a few guys go check out the area, and one of them found something" the man says. namjoon's eyes go large in size. "what?! what'd they find?"
"so, you said the boy was drinking a juice box when you last saw him?" namjoon nods quickly. "well, we found this in the parking lot across of the park" the officer hands him a ziploc bag. inside, was a juice box straw. it was bitten on the end of the receiving part of juice and bent half way into the top part.
namjoon's heart beat quickens almost instantly. "is there any way you'd be able tell if this belongs to him?" "it's his" namjoon confirms, heartbrokenly. he takes his eyes off of the bag, looking up to face the police officer. "he always bends his straw... he also always bites at it as he drinks"
"alright, so if that's the case, then..." the officer paused. "then what?!" namjoon leans forward, raising his voice in the process.
"then from all of our evidence, it seems that your son was kidnapped"
