Sick

"You're not doing anything!!"

Seokjin's pov

Apparently I was hit in the head-after finding the package-by an intruder that was hidding in the apartment. He had snuck in after Namjoon left for work. The lock had been picked and they had hid in the guest room.

It's still unclear as to why they had hit me. Maybe it was to flee, but from what? Had something been hid in the apartment? Nobody knows that answer. Nothing was stolen or wrecked. So why?

Namjoon had found me passed out on the floor in the living room. The police and the paramedics showed up just as he did. They tended to the wound on my head. Luckily it wasn't something serious. Just enough to knock me out.

Currently we were being questioned by the police. They required a report or some dumb shit. I wasn't particularly listening or cared. Nobody was bringing up the fact that my son could essentially be alive. This was a damn warning or a reminder. Obviously the person who stole him from us was playing us. Why keep him all this time and then suddenly bait us into doubting his existence. It would've been the same result months ago. Whether they took all this fucking time or not. I would've done anything.

I didn't care what it would take. I was ready. Money, murder, whatever it took. The pain is too much. I want my baby back if he's alive.

"Seokjin-ssi did you see the face of the intruder?" A tall male figure in a police uniform asks. I swear to god they've asked me this seventeen times now. I wasn't going to take it anymore.

"You know what, get the hell out of my home." I yell slamming my hand on the coffee table.

"Sir-"

"No, shut the fuck up. You're suppose to be trying to find out why a freaking psycho left my son's jacket infront of my fucking door. Not continously asking me repeatedly about what happened. I already told u what happened."

"Sir we're just doing our job."

"Oh really?" I ask sarcastically.

Namjoon's face on the otherside was a mix between shocked and surprised.
"Are you now? Well I must be one damn idiot for not noticing." I breathe out heavily. I knew this was raising my blood pressure. That was bad. I was also aware that I was verbally insulting the police, I didn't give a damn either way.

"As far as I'm concerned the police already know of this. It's been an open dead case for months. It's been on the papers, on billboards and on the god damned news! Money has been pegged for his safe return. I've told u what happened yet you're still here doing nothing.  You're not doing anything cause you don't care." I scream.

"We need a report from you sir. It's procedure. "

"I've already fucking told you everything why are you still here? Check security cameras, dust for frints or something. Do you're damn job!"

"Seokjin." Namjoon says attempting to soothe my voice and control my outburst.

"Shut up Namjoon." I say to him. I'm in a mood. He raises his hands up in defence.

"If the police department wants to be useful then this is a pretty sucky way of doing you're jobs. May I just remind you, there's a psycho out there that has my four year old son. An innocent little boy. He's four years old for christ's sake, four! On his own out there." I scream my lungs out again.

"There is no need to raise your voice calm down sir." One of the officers says. For fucks sake I was talking to walls.

"No! Get out! Out of my house now!" I yell. They were useless. I didn't need them.

They stand there in shock for a little while longer "We already gave you a report and you already did everything you needed to do. So just leave! Whether you were here or not, it doesn't fucking matter."