Don't be scared. I'm right here
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Namjoon removes his blazer covering Akai's shivering body..and her revealing legs. "It's not that warm, but it'll help,"

"Oh Namjoon," she says too late as he's already left the blazer around her shoulders. "What's this for?" She asks. He looks over at her and she motions to the blazer.

"Its c-cold," Namjoon stutters. He gives her a one look digging his warm hands further into his skinny jean pockets, trying to keep that warmth. He hides his mouth in between the length of his navy polo neck. It was quit cold today, the weather playing tricks. One minute it was cold the next minute it was hot.

Namjoon darkens in colour, feeling ashamed of the thoughts that ran through his head. He tried to surpass his dark thoughts about her legs but it didn't work. He looks away from her legs and walks a little further away while still also keeping close to her. After all, he's the one who offered to walk her.

"Well, thank you," she smiles.

"My pleasure," He nods his head and opens his mouth. "I hope you don't mind long distance because were we're going is far,"

"I'm used to it. Growing up with no car taught my legs a lot of things." She shrugs her shoulders.

Namjoon had a car, he just stopped using it. The car held deep wounds and scars that were buried there for a long time. "My car...is.."

"Not working?"

He shakes his head.

"Toad or rentals took it away?"

"None of the above," he answers. He never spoke about his wife to anybody but the detective. It wasn't something he liked to share about himself. But he couldn't run away from such topics.

Akai coughs and Namjoon returns back from thought land. He was about to share a personal part of himself with a girl he'd just mat. But she also did the same thing talking about her dead lover.

"My wife," he starts. With those words Akai becomes serious and pays extra attention. "She died..uh she had already died in the house but, I took her to the hospital in that car. Even though I cleaned it up and made sure it smelled nice, everything else just reminds me of her. The seats still feel soaked with blood, the air still smells.. sometimes I even see myself covered in her blood..and when I turn over to the passengers seat, I see her. Her dead body,"

"She was a very good woman. Amazing amongst all compared to her. She was humorous, intelligent, beautiful and adventurous. She was perfect beyond anything and everything." Akai smiles at the description of his wife.

"My love transcended way past what I could imagine." Namjoon clears his throat. "A love so refined that I myself did not know what it was." He breathes again and allows himself to calm down. In the seconds of his rest Akai gets emotional.

"Our love was not like any other. We did not need hands to touch, affectionate kisses to feel, we were one in spirit." He smiles a light as he thinks about her.

"She truly sounds amazing." Akai says.

"She was." Akai nods her head. He couldn't utter more words as he didn't want to tear up. He remained on the surface and refused to go deeper. It was already too deep for him.

Do man like these still exist? Who only see one woman in their life? Are they still out there with their flamboyant sides and quirky humour but also generous, kind personalities and hearts. Are they still there? Are they?

"You really did love her,"

He closes his eyes. The feeling burning in his heart. At some point, even if he didn't want to, he would have to give her up. Accept it. Forget about her. Eventually.
Removing her from his spirit was a task and a road he was not ready to take.

"I did."

But. He had to accept it.

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"Ah, Kim Namjoon. Go straight and turn to my left. Mr Min's office is exactly by the corner of that turn."

"Thank you,"

She cries cheerfully, "My pleasure."

"She's so cheerful," Akai comments while they follow the directions given.

Namjoon shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know why she's cheerful. But I do know her boss isn't. Detective Min Yoongi."

"By being cheerful she's perhaps trying to lighten up his mood. That must be tough, since he's a detective," Akai says.

"Can't always control how we want the world to be like," he says.

Akai thinks about his words adding her own. "You mean we can't control how we want the people in the world to be like,"

When the two of them make it to Mr Min's office they head in and sit down. Inviting themselves to an empty room. Both their legs and feet aching. Akai stretches her legs out and leans forward to remove the straps on her heels, once undone she removes her heels and puts them neatly under her chair.

Namjoon watches her actions and notes that she has tiny feet, probably size 4ft or 3ft. Too tiny. Although to his great pleasure she removed her foot socks and put them in the heels.

Beautiful toes.

For Namjoon, toes where essential. What was ported by your toes said a lot about you. He didn't judge by which the shape and forming of mother nature or God, but by how the individual took care of them.

Akai's feet where still too small, to be believed by Namjoon. How old is she again? Namjoon thought. But her toes where beautiful, a clear varnish was applied and the nails where shaped properly.

"Is this your first time here?" Akai asks startling him a bit. He looks up at her not hearing what she said.

"You're feet are tiny." She looks taken aback and blinks. "How old are you?" He asks out of curiosity.

Akai hides her feet under the chair, "Don't look at my feet. It makes me feel all weird and awkward." She explains.

"Don't you should flaunt your toes.. They are beautiful," Akai failed to understand the connection from feet to toes but either way she blushed due to his compliment.

"It hit me that I don't know your age," He says again. "How old are you and don't lie like most women usually do," he says firmly.

Akai chuckles and shakes her head. "You should know by now Namjoon, that I'm not like other women. I've been ripped of my dignity," she starts again. Namjoon gets ready to interject and tell her that she's not half the woman she was because of what Dean had done to her. But before he can even, Akai beats him to it.

"I'm 28. Old right?" She nods. "How about you?"

"I'm 34," he says and gets ready to put his mind out about why she shouldn't feel less but once again, someone beats him to it.

"And I'm 47 going to 48 next month." In enters a man with pale skin. Both Namjoon and Akai stand and bow at the man, who does the same thing. He wears a dark buttoned up long sleeve shirt and black suit pants. His hair dark and his eyes dark too with full solemn.

"Yes Namjoon," He says and walks over to his table and sets large pictures on the table. "I called you in today to show you these," he says and neatly places the pictures next to each other. "And see if you recognized any of these men." The detective says observing Namjoon's face to show any hint of recognition. But it doesn't come.

Namjoon looks at all the pictures, side by side and tries to link the face to a place he has been at, or a fond memory. But sadly nothing comes to mind.

"Who are these men?" Namjoon asks.

The detective tells Namjoon to sit and he does. "These are the men Sindy associated herself with." At that Namjoon tenses up and looks back down. An affair?

"There was a time she went missing for 5 days. Do you know anything about that?"

Namjoon remembers instantly. "She said she was going to her parents."

"According to our records she didn't do that. She went off with this man," Detective Min points to a picture of a man with Tattoos. "After 5 days you she came home. And according to you, she looked bruised up badly. Where did she say she got the marks?"

"Uh... She always said it was nothing.. allergy reactions," Namjoon swallows back.

Detective Min nods his head. "Did you believe it?"

Namjoon shakes his head saying nothing. His eyes where glued to the man.

"Moving on. The next day after her getting home, her father dies. Got in a car accident. Correct?"

Namjoon nods his head.

"How did she take it? Was she quiet?"

Namjoon nods his head but quickly recalls something. "She..uh..she was quiet. But whenever we spoke about it, she ruled it off as a planned murder. She said it wasn't accidental."

"That's true. Her father was shot to death afterwards." Detective Min pushes two photos forward. "We checked traffic cameras and this guy was seen. Moving on. Sindy filed a problem against an unspoken gang. Nobody took it seriously as people file problems about gangs all the time. It's only when she passed that we opened the case. These two men came up but we're pretty sure more people are involved."

"I don't understand what business she had with these men." Namjoon mummers feeling defeated. "Do you know what connection she had with them?" He asks.

As if detective Yoongi read his mind he speaks up, "We are not yet sure exactly what kind of connection they had but we know for sure that these are the men she had contact with on her last days."

Namjoon is quiet with his eyes closed. Akai in the background is shocked and mimics his expression.

After some time Mr Min speaks up. "Don't worry. We'll get down to the bottom of this. Thank you for your time Namjoon, I'll contact you when anything else comes up."

Namjoon seems to have recovered since he stands up, but the red around his iris shows that he wept a little.
Akai joins the men as they stand. She walks closer to Namjoon and puts her hands against his back, he just looks at her as a sign of thanks.

How ironic that they both found out about their partners secret deeds come out only when the partner is no longer alive but dead.

One picture catches Akai's attention. She looks down closely at the picture and points at it.

Mr Min notices her, "Miss? Is there a problem?" He asks.

"I know this man," she says.

Namjoon and Mr Min look at her and wait for her to explain.

Akai looks at Namjoon, "This was Dean's friend. Best friend."

"Dean?" Mr Min curiously asks, getting a pen.

"I'm sorry. This was my late boyfriend's best friend," she repeats for him. "Jay Park."

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