Stalking His Shadows

Seven

"You can't blame the gravity for falling in love- Alberto Einstein.

"But.......I did track you," his raised his eyebrows before a scoff left his mouth. As he just averted his eyes from me and Gidae.

"a-dadad..," I watched as the black haired blabbed, playing with my hair, wrapping them around his tiny little fingers. This creature was so adorable, with his milky skin touching my not so soft and feminine skin, all the hardcore police training would never allow me to enjoy having soft and feminine hands, his silky, black strands oddly resembled Taehyung's permed jet-black-hair. There was nothing but joy in those dotty-eyes as he frequently looked up at me every time my chest would heave up and down as I took some oxygen to survive Taehyung's presence on my right side.

"Why don't you just tell me why you've been following me?," his voice caught my attention as I noticed his body looked quite stiff contrary to his earlier relaxed position with Gidae.
Awww he looks cute with his pupil moving side-to-side from anxiety, let's have some fun.

As I peered as his face, Grabbing his hands, I placed Gidae in his as I stood on my knees in front of him making a very cringy, but cute face while I defensively crossed my arms over my chest." No Taehyung I didn't say I followed you, I said I tracked you. Following and tracking is different....oppa."

"Do.Not.call.me.oppa," His faced cringed up as he flashed nothing, but a disgusted look as he covered Gidae's eyes which wide open upon hearing my loud voice, out of the blue. I held back my laugh as I saw all the people looking at us with a mixture of shock and Aww.

When he circled his gaze around the park, his hand immediately dragged me towards the exit, while holding Gidae in his other hand.

"Why are you so embarrassing, in the university you embarrassed me the other day by shamelessly placing your body on my lap and now this," ignoring his rant, his side-profile seemed too perfect to not watch it with pure admiration.

His face was known to be symmetrical, all the students in his university talked about his sharp nose and especially his one mono-lid and double-lid eyes. Even the men in the university unintentionally end up staring at him with dreamy eyes.

"Ayy..dream boy," he halted in his steps, looking at me who was just shamelessly staring at him.

"What the hell did just call me stupid girl," he seemed flattered and confused as he stared at me while Gidae's hand clutched his hair, in a swift move he tried to force his hair out of his scalp.

"Ahhhhh let go Gidae, it hurts," I erupted with giggles as I watched him struggle against a toddler to help his hair escape his fist, the child looked beyond clouds by earning a more then enough reaction, which at least fulfilled my entertainment levels. as I saw tears welding up in Taehyung's eyes. Guilt overshadowed all the joy I was having as I ceased my laughter as I softly held Gidae's hand, opening his fist and releasing the silky strands.
"Baby, one day I'll be the one doing that but he won't be screaming like this," I whispered against his cheek as he looked up at my mesmerising face.

Massaging his scalp in relief, he saw Y/n and Gidae happily communicating in gibberish as they both replied one after another. He couldn't deny the butterflies in his stomach as he saw the girl up close, with light brown-hair, flowing down to her slim waist, the crop-top stopped halfway her stomach revealing the white-looking skin, his eyes seemed to glue to her waist, letting his imagination turn wild in the jungle as he heard a sound of throat clearing from her.

Swallowing the building nervousness; not giving her a glance he walked ahead, ignoring her judging look he caught from the corner of his eyes. Her heels ticked against the concrete as she slightly ran to catch up to him.

"SO, Hoseok what did you find out after meeting his mother?," I flipped the black in my fingers as the warm-lights illuminated our tiny conference room. I sat on the end of the long meeting table as he sat opposite me, clutching his hands as he grabbed his files, before he stuck a USB in the projector, displaying a photo of Mrs.Kim.

Without a doubt Taehyung reflected his mother from every aspect, except the female parts, but we could debate about the buttocks- sometimes, when I'll be following him and he suddenly drops something, his bends are something to admire.

"His mother seems to not know anything abut Taehyung, but all she does in that abandoned-looking house is wait for her son to return and call her mom, but she does know that her husband is dead," hoseok gloomed over talking about the unfortunate woman who had nothing but a not-worth-living house and here her son lived in a mansion with so much money, which he gets from all the drug dealing and ring fights.

Nodding my head, I strolled towards the window, looking out at the sun slowing fading away under the shadows of the clouds.

"Do you think maybe we should tell Taehyung everything, about his mother, about us following him, and his father," this mystery of his father's death and Arzoo's name cropping in everytime we look at an aspect of this case, can only be solved if he knows exactly what's going on.

Stretching my narrow shoulder,"Maybe Taehyung doesn't know anything about his mother."

He shook his head as he walked up to the window, next to me. "Are you telling me that a son doesn't know if his own mother is alive unbelievable", anger was clear in his voice, I always knew hat Hoseok was a extremely emotional person when it came to father or mother because after god they are the human who we should worship since they will always take care of us without expecting anything in return. Children who have their parents by their side are very lucky because the pain behind knowing that if you ever get hurt, you won't have a mother to wipe is something only a orphanage can understand.