~‘I’m ready to trust you’~

*JIMIN*

“My prince. God, I’ve been do worried about you. Are you okay? Where have you been?” Lisa asked as soon as Jimin walked through the door, looking all tired.

“I’m fine, Lisa. I just need rest.” Jimin said walking away.

He walked inside his room, shutting the door close and going to sit on his soft bed.

He let out a deep sigh, falling back flat on the bed while gazing up at the ceilings.

^Him…^

Jimin thought to himself, smiling.

He has never felt this free and happy around someone until ‘him’

He has never been so determined to make someone smile until ‘Him’

He isn’t even happy himself and here he was thinking about making ‘him’ happy.

Crazy, right?

He couldn’t even make him smile _in case you were wondering_

He didn’t smile even after he danced and danced his sorrow away. He didn’t smile. He just stared at him.

That made him even more determined to make him smile and he sure as hell going to do just that.

He took out Lisa’s necklace once again and stared at it _his focus were mainly on the pendant_

He wasn’t going to sit around and trust someone when all he needed to do was to find his aunt’s murderer.

Lisa or not, he wasn’t going to withdrew.

And if trusting Namjoon means doubting Lisa then it’s worth the risk.

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*NAMJOON*

The next day Namjoon went to the address given to him by Liam _Mr Samuel James_ He never heard about the man until last night.

Why…?

His car came to a halt in front of a white building. He let out a deep sigh before getting out of the car and going closer to the front door.

He knocked once but there was no answer. He knocked and knocked again… Finally, the door was opened, revealing an old woman of probably seventy years or more than.

“Good morning Ajumma.” Namjoon greeted with a smile.

She smiled at him as well. “Good morning dear. How may I be of help to you?”

“Um… Is this Mr Samuel James resident?” He asked.

The woman raised a confused brow at him, holding the doorknob tightly. “What do you want from him?”

“Uh… Nothing. I just need his help on something.”

“No, you can’t see him. You can’t _”

“Let me see him.” A voice said from behind the woman.

Namjoon stared directly at him and immediately he knew it was ‘him’

“Mr James.” He called out.

“I would have acknowledge with your name as well if I know yours. Please come in.” He opened the door wide enough for Namjoon to walk through.

They went to the sitting room and sat down while the old woman excused herself to get Namjoon something to drink.

“What’s your name, young man?” He asked calmly.

“I’m Namjoon. Detective Namjoon.” He said.

“Detective?”

“Yes sir. I work for the same station where you once worked for.” He explained.

“Oh. What are you doing here then? Did Martin send you to me? Isn’t he done with everything he did to me?”

“Mr Martin? What about Mr Martin? What did he do to you?”

“Something I will never forget all because of a damn case.” He sighed. “Why did he send you here?”

Namjoon shook his head. “He didn’t send me here. I came on my own.”

“Why?”

Mrs James returned back with a tray of two steaming coffee and placed it on the table then sat down beside her husband.

“Make yourself comfortable.” She said to Namjoon.

“Thank you.” Namjoon grabbed one mug and held it. “Sir, I don’t know the case you are talking about but I hope it’s that same case that brought me.”

“What?”

“The case of fifteen years ago. The case of_”

“Mr Jeon and his son?” He finished the statement, staring at Namjoon with his eyes wide open.

“Yes.”

“No,” Mrs James quickly cut through the discussion. “My husband will not go back to that case. I won’t let him. Not after everything.”

“Calm down, honey. I am not going back to any case, trust me.” He turned back to Namjoon. “Why are you really here, young man?”

“I need your help. I don’t know why your wife and you are so afraid about it but I really hope that you can help me.”

“That case is ages ago so why are you still asking about it?”

“The son. He wants answer.”

“He should. Not after witnessing that murder.”

“He witnessed it?”

“Listen young man, I can’t be of any help to you on that case but… I know someone who can help you with it.” He stood up to his feet and walked away.

“Am I to leave?” Namjoon asked Mrs James.

“No. He definitely went to get you something you might need to contact the person.” She replied. “The murderer won’t kill him.” She said after a moment of silence.

“What?”

“He shouldn’t worry about getting killed because it isn’t him the murderer wants…but someone else.” As soon as she said that, Mr James returned with a small note and handed it over to Namjoon.

“There is the person’s address and phone number. Go to her if you need answers.”

Namjoon collected it as he stood up to his feet. “Thank you.” He dropped the mug on the table and turned to leave when Mr James stopped him by saying something.

“They will kill you if you keep getting involve. Be careful.”

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*LIAM*

The bell dinged as he walked through it. He walked towards the counter, a girl sat behind it, typing away in her phone.

She didn’t even notice him until he tapped his finger on the counter.

She look up at him with a warm smile on her face, setting her phone aside. “Hi. What will you like, sir?”

“I’m Detective Liam,” He waved his card in her face. “I want to see the CCTV footage of two weeks ago.”

The girl shook her head, standing up to her feet. “You can’t. The boss…my boss won’t like that.”

“Fortunately, your boss is aware of this and besides, I’m doing all of this for him so I’d advice you let me in or lose your job.”

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Liam walked out of the Café, looking so confuse. He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Namjoon’s number.

“Detective NJ.” He greeted as soon as Namjoon picked the call.

“Detective L. What’s up? How is everything going over there?” He asked.

“I’ve checked the CCTV footage.” Liam replied him, looking down at the flash drive on his palm. “I made a copy as well. I want you to watch the footage yourself.”

“Oh. Alright. I will meet you at the station but first I need to check on someone.”

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TBC