"Slow down, Y/N," Taehyung spoke calmly as he watched you pace manically around the kitchen island. "I can't understand a word you're saying."
You looked back at him, almost stunned. You hadn't realized how fast you were moving or how little sense you made as you tried to recount what happened.
"Sorry," you said, sitting promptly down at the island as if you were a child scolded into sitting down for dinner. Taehyung felt himself exhale as you did, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned back against the sink.
"Take a deep breath, then tell me what happened. Start from the beginning."
You did as he asked, taking a long breath through your nose before you began.
"After I saw you yesterday, I came home. Ezra came home at about nine."
I know, Taehyung thought to himself. He hadn't told you yet that he followed Ezra to your home last night. Even though it was his job, something in him didn't want to tell you. He didn't want you to know he watched your home and broke into your car while you were probably busy fucking your husband.
"What did you do?" the question slipped from his tongue before he could stop it. Confirmation wasn't something he was sure he wanted, but Ezra was allegedly missing, so he needed to know.
You shuffled uncomfortably in your chair. "Nothing," you replied, but it was clear to Taehyung that whatever had transpired last night between you and your husband, you weren't willing to share with him. "We just... hung out for a bit."
He bit the inner of his cheek as a bolt of jealousy knotted his stomach. "Was he acting strange at all?"
You thought hard for a moment as you replayed the whole evening over in your mind. Taehyung studied your face and your body language for any sign that something was amiss. "He brought me flowers," you finally shrugged. "Which isn't all that abnormal. The only thing that was strange was when he got up to leave."
"What happened?"
"It was about one... one-thirty in the morning. We were about to go to sleep, and he said we needed milk for coffee in the morning, so he was going to run to the corner store to get some."
"Does he normally do that?"
"No," you shook your head. "I mean, not in the middle of the night."
"Did you ask him to stay?"
"Yes. But he insisted. Said he wasn't tired and wanted some fresh air. So, he jumped in the car and then he left."
"The store... around the corner?" Taehyung asked quizzically as he pointed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction where he remembered seeing the small convenience store. "He drove there?"
You nodded. "It's only a minute from here so I figured he was just going to walk. We always walk there. But, he took the car."
"And you haven't seen him since?"
You shook your head. "He hasn't come back."
"Is there a chance he came back while you were sleeping?"
"No," you near laughed in both exhaustion and frustration. "I haven't slept. I went to the store - his car isn't there. I called his work - they said he never came in. I called the police..."
"What did they say?"
"They asked me to go down to the station and file a missing persons report."
"Ok," Taehyung nodded, but the unease he felt was palpable to you.
"Was that a bad decision?" you asked him concernedly.
