FOOLS

Chapter 15

 "If you don't say anything, it's going to be a long night." Namjoon said, unable to suppress the smile on his face. The man gave him a blank look and went back to looking down at the empty table. It had been like this for hours since he was brought in for questioning and Namjoon had been with him ever since.

The team and the chief were hesitant to leave them two alone considering their relationship, but they trust that Namjoon will be objective with his questioning. They were actually concerned that he might go easy on his father, little did they know, Namjoon hadn't intended on that at all. His father hadn't chosen to call his lawyer because he was pressed on not telling Namjoon anything.

He still didn't understand why he was arrested in the first place. He was simply monitoring the progress of his factory when Namjoon and his team barged in, claiming they had evidence of some illegal drug trades within the compound. At first he scoffed it off, but they began searching, as if they knew exactly where to look, especially Namjoon. He had the look on his face that his father recognized, relief. He saw it once when Namjooon decided to leave the house and never since.

Even though there shouldn't have been anything, packets of white powers and traces of it was discovered in the factory and on workers. They even found some in sealed bottles. There hadn't been any questions or explanations when Namjoon put the cuff on his father. He did explain his right to remain silent.

"I'll ask you again. Are you associated with the Black Pandora and the drug trade?"

With an exasperated sigh, his father looked up, one eyebrow raised and shook his head. "I told you, I don't know anything about the Black Pandora or whatever they're called and I sure as hell am not involved with any drug trade." he said with a bang on the table. It shook the glass windows a little bit, where the rest of the team had been watching them.

Namjoon saw this coming and threw a folder onto the table. "Open it." he told his father cooly. Hesitantly, his father lifted the flap up with a finger, memorizing the content below, then pushed it back to Namjoon.

"I'm being framed." he finally declared.

"Of course you would say that." Namjoon laughed. "But some of your employees had already confessed and there was no way the drugs could have made it into your factory is it wasn't for you. I know the security you have on that fortress, even I can access it."

"Obviously it was breakable because someone is trying to frame me. The employees were also bought out with money too."

"But who would dare break into your factories? And who would have enough money in the world to buy out your employees? Did you not say that you were the most powerful man in Korea and even the president couldn't stop you?" Namjoon asked, pressing his weight on the table and leaned in further to study the lines that formed on his father's face.

He was confused and stunned like a fly caught in the water. He had thought about that sentence, and he was sure no one was around when he thought it, so how could it be that Namjoon knew exactly what went through his head.

Namjoon got back on his feet and stepped away. "Don't look so frightened. Of course I would know what you're thinking. I am your son after all, yet all you've done is underestimate me. That won't happen for much longer Father, I will put you in jail for the crimes you've committed to our country, and to eomma and I." he whispered that last part but it couldn't quite escape his father's ears.

"Ah, so this is what it's about, revenge. You thought doing this would put me in jail?" CEO Kim yelled, he lacked the patience and the virtue needed for such interrogation and Namjoon was absorbing every second of it. To think his father couldn't talk his way out of something was a rare sight.

"I'm not doing anything, I'm simply following the rules and the law, something it seems you're not familiar with yourself. So let me remind you. Once we've searched all the other factories and your inventory and if indeed, there are more traces of the drug, you will be arrested and put on trial. Then, even with all the lawyers on your private jet, you won't be able to make it out of there unharmed. So, do you have anything else you'd like to tell me before the investigation continues?"

His father opened his mouth to speak, but with one glance at the two way window, decided to not say anything at all. Namjoon figured that having people there would hinder the conversation. So he sent his team a nod and waited for them to leave. He didn't need to hear them, it was as if he felt weaker without them near, but he'll survive.

"If I end up in jail, it won't mean that you won." his father said in a low voice. Namjoon couldn't quite decipher the emotion it was emanating right now. "I know there are things in your life you care about more than your own damn existence. Your mother, your team, and the brother you were never supposed to have. Mark my word, I will ruin them before you can even touch me."

"I assure you that making threats at an officer will not do you any good, even if I am your son. I can't guarantee that there won't be repercussions for this."

"I can't believe I raised a son like you. You're nothing but a shame to my bloodline. You're no good than that bastard. I'd kill myself before I let a rat like you bring me down. You won't be able to hurt me."

Namjoon dug his hand further into his jeans pockets and leaned against the wall for a while. For a moment, his father thought it was defeat written on his face and savored the moment. Then Namjoon pushed himself upright and stalked over to the sitting man. He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up to his tippy-toe. "You hurt anyone I love and I promise you jail will be the last of your worries."