Namjoon and Seokjin were sleeping on a single hospital bed. Even though the younger insisted on resting for a while on the couch next to the bed Seokjin was on, the other man disagreed and told Namjoon to sleep with him on the hospital bed for a while.
Every nurse that walked past them cooed and smiled, seeing the big smile on Seokjin and Namjoon's faces, while they basked in the deep and peaceful slumber they were in. They didn't bother in waking the younger boy up.
He knows just how much both he and the man beside him suffered. The least they can do is let them rest for a while.
Unfortunately for the boys, their rest was shortly lived when Namjoon's phone began vibrating inside of him like crazy. At first, he was determined to ignore the buzzing, but the noise insisted on waking him up.
Defeated by the annoyance of his own notification ringtone, Namjoon pardoned himself to get up from the bed. Seokjin looked around him, looking like a lost puppy when he felt Namjoon slipping away from him for a moment.
"Namjoon, where are you going?" He pouted. Namjoon caressed the boy's chin, kissing his head.
"I'm not going anywhere, Jinnie. I'm just going to see why my phone's been blowing up so much. I need to turn the volume of the notifications down...." Namjoon tilted his head, staring at an article that was trending on Twitter.
There were so many hash tags that were trending, but only one caught his attention:
"Kim Yeoshin and Jang Daejung arrested for trafficking drugs and keeping women held hostage in their apartment." He clicked on the article immediately after knowing that his uncle was in such a horrific scandal.
As the man scrolled down the article, his facial expressions only worsened, within the shock he received in knowing such explicit information on the things his uncle and this so called Jang Daejung had done to those women.
"Holy shit..." Seokjin grew worried when Namjoon kept on repeating those vulgar words, and decided to ask him what the commotion was all about.
"This is... Is... Disgraceful! I can't believe him." Namjoon snapped, staring down at his screen in disgust when seeing pictures of the women smuggled within a basement, wearing black bags over their heads.
They seemed beyond terrified. Their arms and legs had bruises all over them, along with a chain that trailed from their hands to their feet, keeping them from moving an inch.
"How could he do such a thing..." Namjoon breathed out.
"Namjoon, what's going on? What are you so worked up about?" Seokjin finally asked, unable to stand the mystery in Namjoon's voice.
"I honestly don't know, Seokjin. My uncle just got arrested." The younger replied, exhaling with anger and sadness at the same time.
"What?!" Seokjin responded, shocked at Namjoon's sudden reply.
"What....?" Namjoon gasped, covering his mouth immediately from yet another shock he received within the same paragraph he was reading.
He left Seokjin for a moment, and ran out of the hospital building to make a call.
"Come on... Pick it up! Pick up!"
“Hello?” Namjoon sighed, hearing a response from on other line of the call. He wiped a sweat bead that had formed on the top of his forehead, catching his breath for a moment
before answering the other person.
“Is he okay?! Tell me! Is he!” He shouted, alarming the other person.
“Who are you and how did you get this number?”
“You should know very well who I am. After all... My company was involved within your mission...” With those words Namjoon had just admitted over the phone, he heard nothing but a groan coming from the other line.
“Kim Namjoon. Yes... I'm very fond of who you are...” A masculine voice responded.
“Now is not the time to call this agency.” It replied once more, threatening to hang up. However, Namjoon stopped them before they could end the call.
“Before you go... I have to ask you something extremely important. Please, the least you could do is answer my question. Don't you think?” He got in his car to speak to the guy in private.
“Speak, then.” He took a deep breath in, clenching his fists while responding to the voice.
“Is Kim Hyunseok dead?”
~~~
No response. Namjoon received no response whatsoever.
He waited for a while more, and the person hung up the call. This only infuriated the man, who just wanted a single answer from caller.
So, instead of letting it go, Namjoon re-dialed the phone number, insisting on getting an answer from the person.
“All I want to know is if he's okay, come on! Tell me the truth. Where is he? What hospital
did they take him to?”
“They didn't take him to a hospital, Namjoon.” The voice finally responded, alarming Namjoon.
He furrowed his eyebrows at the caller, wondering why they hadn't taken the injured man to the hospital.
“And why's that?” He questioned.
A loud sigh echoed on the other line of the call, before answering him with brutal honesty.
Within that honesty, came a truth. A dark truth, from an answer Namjoon feared getting the most from the caller. He slowly picked up the phone he had dropped when receiving such a tragic response.
His hands were trembling while he attempted to keep it together until the call finished.
“I was on a call with him when it happened... Please, give me a moment... I'll return your call.” The caller hung up once more and Namjoon banged his head against the steering wheel of his car, shouting in disbelief.
"Hyunseok can't be dead! What the hell is happening!? Why did Yeoshin smuggle those women?! Oh god, Seokjin isn't going to take this news lightly..." While looking down, Namjoon noticed that his phone lit up.
The screen showed an image of Twitter's news feed. Namjoon's biggest nightmare had now turned into a reality: An article stated that Hyunseok's car was found with bullet holes everywhere.
The man had not been shot once, but multiple times. His body was found by the police, who had called the ambulance to pick him up, but by the time it arrived, it was too late.
Due to the shots he had received, Hyunseok lost too much blood and passed away on sight. The paramedics announced him dead while he was on the stretcher.
“The paramedics say that they did everything they could to try and rescue the wounded man, but his body no longer responded, despite doing CPR in hopes of bringing him back to life.” Namjoon shut his phone off for a moment, as his eyes began to well up.
His only thought now was becoming far too loud in his head, to a point of driving him insane. And that thought was: "How am I going to tell Seokjin."
~~~
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