~Look deeper and maybe, just maybe you will see the dot connection~

*JUNGKOOK*

He groaned as his eyes fluttered open. His head no longer hurt but he still felt weak. He look around his surroundings, trying to recognize the place but he couldn’t.

He slowly sat up and look around the little, cosy room.

Where the hell was he?

Where was this place?

He can’t remember coming here. The last place he remembered was standing in front of the waters.

He remember been in pain as well before he fell unconscious.

Jungkook slowly got out of the bed and made quiet step towards the wooden door, he opened the door and walked out of the room, appearing in the center of a long hallway _more like a corridor_

He walked towards the wooden stair and started descending down from it. Its creaking sound it was making scares the bloody shit out of him.

He finally got down from the stairs and take in the living area, the whole furniture was looking very old and out of date which meant only one thing… whoever owns this house were either old couples or it was an abandoned place.

He could hear voices coming out from the corner of the house. He scrunched up his face wondering who it was that was talking.

Wasn’t he alone?

Who brought him here?

What’s going on?

He tiptoed over to the distance where he could hear the voices from. It was voices belonging to two different people. An elderly man, A girl and an elderly woman.

He slowly opened the wooden door which made another creaking noise, announcing his arrival to the people inside the room _kitchen_

Their gazes were fixed at him, Jungkook didn’t make any move, he just stood there like a lost puppy glancing between the three people staring at him.

His instinct were right _they was an old man, an old woman and a young girl of probably sixteen years of age.

Wait…the man. Jungkook raised a questioning brow at the man as he tried processing where exactly he had seen the face from.

“Come on, son.” The old woman said, waving her hand for him to come.

He didn’t. He should stood still, his gaze were still on the man.

“Come over son.” It was the man who talked now. Jungkook slowly made his way towards them, the young girl pulled out a chair for him to seat, he sunk into the chair. “How are you feeling now?” He asked after Jungkook was already settled down in the chair.

“Great?”

“Well, thanks to my concoction.” The old woman said proudly. “Are you hungry?” She asked.

“Where am I? And who are you guys?” Jungkook questioned instead of providing her with her answers.

“You are in my house. My husband said he found you lying unconscious in the beach.” The woman explained.

Now he see why the man’s face look so familiar.

“Anyway,i’m Fei by name and this is my husband, Chin and our granddaughter, Sua. What is your name, son?”

“Jungkook.” He answered coldly.

“Here” She handed him a bowl of soup. “Drink this.”

Jungkook scrunched up his face staring down at the soup in front of him. “What the fuck is_ow!” He whined in pain, rubbing the back of his head. “What was that for?”

“You don’t swear in my house, young man. Especially not in front of a kid.” She gestured at Sua.

Sua rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her sandwich. “She is always like that.” She said to Jungkook who was still staring at Fei in surprise.

“Was the hit painful?” Chin asked, smiling.

Jungkook scowled at him. “Well she’s your wife so you should know that already.” He said rudely.

“Now drink that soup.” She ordered. He was going to refuse when he saw the look in her eyes. Damn, she was harsh. He quickly collect the soup and drank all of it.

“Yuck!” His face were in total disgust. “What the hell did you mix in this thing?”

“I told you young man, no cuss words in my house.” She said, pointing her index finger at him, warningly.

“Whatever.” He turned to look at Sua who was eating while pressing her phone. “Where is your mom?”

“Busy.” She answered not looking at him.

“Does she stay with you guys as well?”

“We are her second option. Her job is her first priority and me…she doesn’t like me for one bit and that’s because I stole her youthfulness.” The girl shrugged.

“Sua!” Fei warned.

“What? I’m just telling him the truth.” She stood up to her feet and left the kitchen without another word.

Jungkook could relate. His mother doesn’t like him either. And the only person who love and treated him well is dead.

He got up to his feet. “I have to go.”

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*NAMJOON*

“Thanks for your time.” He said to Jen, stepping out of the house.

“Thank you too.” She said, faking a smile. “Good luck with your investigations.” She shut the door close before he could even respond to her.

Namjoon stood in front of the closed door with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Hello.” He heard a woman said. Namjoon turned to look at the woman. “Are you a detective?” She asked.

“Yes. Why?” He questioned.

“I think it’s about late Mr Kim’s death?” She asked.

Why was she asking? Why does she even care? She was just a neighbor so why all this questions?

She let out a depressed sigh, shaking her head as if in disappointment.

“It was just so bad. I mean, seeing a dead body after returning from church? Tsk, it’s very sad. He was a good man, a very good man. Although I see no reason why his only daughter seem to hate him.”

“Wait,” That seem to have caught his attention. “His daughter hated him?”

“Yes. They were always fighting and arguing over every single thing! Until death took place. I can never forget that day… exactly 1:10…”

“Wait.” He cuts her off. “1:10?” He questioned.

She nodded her head. “Yes. He fell right from that window exactly 1:10. You don’t know that?”

He quickly pulled out the deceased phone and scrolled through the suicide text he had written before jumping off the window.

The time there was 1:15. He died by 1:10… so how come was the suicide text saved by 1:15?

Someone else wrote the note and not him. It wasn’t a suicide case but rather a murder. He was murdered.

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Jen opened the door when she heard the knock. Her eyes went wide as she saw Namjoon standing in front of her.

“What are you doing here? Did you forget something?” She asked.

He shook his head. “I’m here to have a word with you, Miss Jen.”

“I…I don’t understand. Talk to me about what?” She stuttered.

“Won’t you let me in first?” He raised a questioning brow at her.

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