Lovely (K.n.j + K.s.j)

12

Jin

My heart was racing. Beads of sweat were falling down my face and onto the floor. He entered the room with a bright smile on his face and a notebook in hand.

"Hi baby! I'm home!"

It was already that late? How long did I read those entries for?

I put on a smile, trying hard to forget what I just read.

"Hi babe, welcome back." I gave him a hug, not wanting to kiss him right now. He wrapped his arms around me as well and we stayed like that for a good few seconds.

"How was work?"

"Better, Jimin wasn't as annoying today, he actually looked like he was in a good mood," He chuckled
"I think he and Yoongi-Hyung are gonna adopt a baby soon."

My jaw dropped.
"How did you know?"

"I walked past Jimin earlier while going into my office and I saw he was looking at adoption centers and baby equipment."

"Woah!"
I leaned into Namjoon's arms.

"I'm so happy for them! We're gonna be uncles!" I couldn't help but tear up. Yoongi and Jimin deserved this. Jimin has been talking about wanting a new family member when he has his rare visits at the precinct.

But then my mind went to the files, I let go of Namjoon and just smiled like I always do.

"I'm glad that they're going to have a baby, now, what does my baby want for dinner?" I said to him, trying my best to forget what I saw.

"I'm fine babe, I'll eat later. I just really want to rest right now." He implied as he took off his jacket and kissed my forehead.

He walked into the bathroom with a towel and I hurried and took the file and hid it inside of my work bag. Praying that what I read was just a lie.

"Forgive me Namjoon." I said as I closed the bag.

-Time Skip-

I flipped through the channels, my mind blank as the colors changed from a bright neon, to a monotone black. The channels didn't quite catch my eye as I flipped through it and I continued on. Namjoon was resting in our bed, but my mind was restless.

What was that file I read?

Why was it out and about like any other folder?

Is Namjoon who I think he is?Is he lying to me? 

Should I confront him about it though?

I decided against it. I didn't want to confront him without having evidence. I stood and peered through the door, seeing Namjoon cuddling the pillow, light snoring coming out of his mouth.

I couldn't help but coo and close the door.

What if it's all a prank though?

I still kept walking towards my bag. My heart racing and my mind going places. I opened it and pulled out the damned folder that I wished I never found.

I skimmed through it, having read all of the entries, until I stumbled upon a new section of the folder. The number of kills that Jungkook has done, as well as who was their client.

Be it stated with 'Anonymous: sent in cash' or a name and their way of payment.

"Jackson Wang: Sent in cash
To exterminate Ho Dong for disturbance of the peace in Gangnam and for the robbery of cocaine and weaponry.
Notes: Hey RM! Thanks for doing this man! I owe you!"

Jackson Wang, one of the men part of the mafia group Got7, goddamnit. Namjoon has been talking about an annoying Jackson friend that he had, but was it really Jackson Wang?

This could really help the case, but they'll ask me how I got the evidence.

What about Jungkook? No, he's a killer.

There were photos. Good god. The person I assumed who was Jungkook, wore this wide eyed, bunny tooth mask. He posed for the camera in front of the body. Blood was splattered everywhere and his knife was evident with the peace sign he gave.

"Jesus..." The way the picture was so Grimm made me want to vomit.

"Anonymous: sent in cash.
Motherf**ker has been f****ng my wife. Here's his address, mess him up for me: 5 12 blueguitar street, apartment 102. Thanks for this RM."

"RM...wasn't that-"

My heart just started to hurt, tears formed in my eyes. Namjoon used to make music for fun, and his underground  gigs weren't enough for money. So he finished his education and now has a library. His name was RM back then.

"Fuck...Why you Namjoon?"

All those years meeting up for dates, all those times kissing and loving one another. Were any of them real? Was I just a pawn? He told me he loved me; how will I believe that now?

When I first met Namjoon, I knew he was the one. But I never thought that our relationship could end up with him being possibly behind bars. No, I wouldn't let that happen.

"I need evidence. I need evidence that this is my Namjoon, my Namjoonie." 

Yes, evidence is what I needed. I closed the folder once more and placed it again in my back, making sure to hide it from plain sight.

'Tsk...'Korea's Best Detective my ass. I can't even pinpoint if my boyfriend is part of the mob or not.'

I tried to laugh at myself but nothing would work. I kept my mouth shut. I decided that it was time for bed. It was already '11:30' and I felt my eyes hurt from crying earlier.

I walk towards our bed and peer in to see Namjoon hugging a Ryan plushie.

"Mob boss? No, that's not my Namjoon, it's just a coincidence."

I walked towards him, getting in bed, hugging him from behind not without kissing his head, and falling asleep beside him.

'I'll get the evidence. I know it's not you. I love you too much to put you in prison'

"I love you so much, Namjoon"

Little did he know, that Namjoon watched everything and he was wide awake.