Fear:
An unpleasant emotion that courses through the nerves of your brain caused by the apparent threat of danger, pain, or harm.
Everyone has a fear. Fear of the dark, Fear of heights, fear of change, fear of stopping, and the list never ends. Some...
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Jae-joong's POV
I sat in my office at ten in the night. Across my thick, rich brown table with my hair clenched between my fingers as I was trying to push aside the mess of my thoughts to a corner of my brain that would remain untouched. My eyes clamped close as the stress within me was about to make me burst.
The stress of being responsible for looking for someone who was just yesterday found not to be a myth. Someone who no one expected to be real. But what I saw yesterday proved that he was real, very real.
Everything about 'JK' made an anger bubble wanna pop within me. The way he had outsmarted me from the very beginning and brought my heart rate higher with tension every time I stepped into the crime scene looking for nonexistent clues or mistakes.
Now, I sit here thinking about what to do?
Where do I start?
Who do I start with?
Nothing. There was nothing I could do. Being the head detective of the precinct, I have the power and authority of doing so much damage to any criminal. But this one manages to make me feel so powerless.
As if this badge, this position that I worked so hard on was nothing but something for him to fool around with, fool me with.
I disagreed to believe that this man was someone who doesn't have any training to be this perfect. This invisible. This ghost-like. No one at least not many fooled me. Nor did anyone get my heart rate this visibly high. Make me lose my cool.
My hands now leaving my hair messy and went down to cover my mouth in a way that had both my hands envelop my nose as I continued to think.
The silence covering my brain and welcoming my thoughts.
Suddenly the plastic phone rang on my table. A call from a number I have gotten so used to seeing.
"Anything?" desperation cutting through the telephone line as clear as crystal.
"I am sorry si-"
I slammed the phone on the table. Pushing my rolling chair away as it hit the shelf of books behind me, to stand up.
"FUCK!"
"FUCK!"
I yelled at the top of my voice in frustration.
Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, and Nothing.
I slammed my rough hands against the table.
Nothing.
There was nothing.
My hands flew over the table throwing everything on the carpeted floor.
Nothing.
The nerve prominently pressing against the skin of my forehead as it popped out.
"NOTHING?"
"NOTHING"
The anger rushed through my body at the word. Nothing.
The way he waved towards the camera with that smirk. That smirk I hated so much. That disgusting foul creature that gets off at killing people.
Nothing.
I can practically see his smirk.
"ARGH!" I yelled again in frustration, in anger. I wanted to just kill him with my bare hands. Anything to do that. I would do anything to do that. Anything.
My arms covering my head on each side. Fingers tugging on my hair.
Midst this I heard the door to my office slowly swings open with a whistle, I saw as my wife stood there fear evident in her eyes. She is a detective too. She has seen people lose their shit. She has dealt with people who had the audacity to throw hands at her, a professionally trained officer.
But the fear her eyes held for me. It made me stop everything, every breath, everything stopped.
What have I turned into?
I fell on top of my chair. Given up.
I sat there loud breathing echoing in the room, my chest rising and falling. Calming myself down.
What am I doing?
"I have nothing, nothing on him" my whisper-like voice was low. But the words were loud for both of us to hear.
The overflow of emotions caused tears to flood my eyes. Nothing.
One by one they fell. My cheek now damped. I didn't bother to wipe them, I didn't have the energy to. Nothing.
I didn't look up as I knew my wife walked towards me. As she gracefully stepped on the carpet making her way to me.
I felt her sit on my lap as she placed her palms against my cheeks to lift my face up. Her thumbs wiping the drops from under my eyes.
Soon her arms wrapped around my neck as she held me close to her chest. Mine gripping onto her shirt as I let it out.
Nothing.
My tears continuously falling one by one on her shoulder while she continued to hold me.
"Shhhh..."
She stroked my hair calming me as I continued to shed these worthless tears that made me so powerless.
