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It was already the day after. The night before, Jungkook had gone home, loneliness had really hit him. Silence in the apartment. Going back to a twenty-one-year-old young man's life, alone. Bloody hitman. Like before. Like, when Taehyung was still a university teacher who didn't know Jungkook. Like these two months and a half hadn't existed. The dark haired had felt this sensation, the feeling of intense loneliness. Adding to the fact Hoseok wasn't talking to him anymore ever since the little argument they had about Taehyung. Jungkook found himself really alone. So during this evening, the killer had took the time to check the news.

The television news had simply enonciated that blood analysis were happening, that the man whose body he had gotten rid of who Agust D had killed instead of him, had presumably gone missing and that blood had been found. Nothing else. The investigation wasn't really moving forward. Then the dark haired had thought about Taehyung. Still and always him. He was scared of being betrayed, of being turned in to the cops. After all maybe a flood of revolt could invade him, suddenly about Jungkook. Finally he could realize that he hadn't appreciate him as a person. That the hazel haired had only sen him as a murderer. Jungkook wasn't in Taehyung's head and it didn't stop making him wonder. Until two in the morning he hadn't stopped thinking about it.

In the morning, awake around seven o'clock, Jungkook had woke up in a bad mood. The hazel haired's perfume was still in his sheets. But the teacher wasn't there anymore. It was particulary frustrating to be overwhelmed by his scent when he didn't live with him anymore. Really frustrating to the professional assassin. Around eight o'clock, with a secure phone from any unknown listener, formatted by his best friend, Jungkook had called Jooha. To clear the last terms about Taehyung's planned alibi. His nanny had obviously validated. However she made him understand that Jungkook would have to tell her the truth one day. Subtly, but the ravenette had understood the nuance through her tone. And because it was Jooha, of course the young man would go see her to tell her. Explain everything. Confide her this secret.

Today Jungkook had taken a particular decision. Get rid of all the guns and knives he had never used for his crimes but which stayed in his private room. The one always locked, that Taehyung had never seen. This decision had came to his mind following questioning for some times. This job, Jungkook was tired of it. Killing people like that, it was awful and not one second had the ravenette forgotten this aspect of his illegal work. His money was dirty, yet it kept him alive. Being alone for a long time, Jungkook was living as he could. He had done what he could. To hold onto his existence almost cursed to his eyes.

Now he didn't want a routine based on crimes, on people's death, on blood anymore. It had been years that it lasted, the ravenette knew it. Now, after what had happened with Min Yoongi a few days before, Jungkook didn't want it anymore. Burning someone, non. Just killing someone, neither. Yes, the young man was thinking about completely stopping his job as a hitman. At least, the ravenette was thinking about it more and more. Actually his hidden room kept so many weapons, as well as compromising tools and that he didn't want to see anymore in his apartment. So everything he had never used, Jungkook didn't want any of it anymore. He wanted to sell everything in order to earn some extra money.

The killer had a network. A network of acquaintances in numerous sectors of illegality. In crimes files, in weapons traffic or drugs. Acquaintances that the ravenette spoke to briefly. People who could help him get rid of all this scary material. Because Jungkook didn't want it anymore, he wanted to break away from it little by little. Starting now, was what was best to him. At the same time the page with Taehyung turned. Jungkook then grabbed his work phone, not his personal for safety reasons, before composing the number of a weapons wholesaler.

❝ - Hello ? Muttered the buyer's deep voice.

- It's JK. I'm calling to make a sale. His voice sounded cold.

- Ohhh JK, it's been a while. We don't hear from you nowadays. The man had laughed.

- The less we talk about me, the better I am. He had simply mumbled.

- Still the same, huh. Snickered this acquaintance. So, what do you have to sell me.

- A lot of stuff. And I want cash. So I guess you'll need some time to find the money.

- Why ? How much is there ?

- Thirty two millions. Not less. (25 000 € / 26 000$) 

- What ? Are you selling all your stuff ? 

- No, but I sell what I have to sell. When will you get the money ?

- In five days I think. Is that ok ? The man confirmed.

- Perfect. I'll call you back. ❞

And the call ended. Jungkook was satisfied. He was going to sell half of his arsenal, in order to keep only what could be essential to him. For the moment the dark haired was still considered as a hitman, he still had five more files to take care of. The young man had absolutely no idea, if he was going to do it or not. His desires diverged towards other disciplines. Jungkook had the terrible desire to go back in sports, like before. In his youth. Make a routine out of it. But he apprehended a little. Min was still around. Taehyung was out in the wild. Nothing was played. Not for his skin, nor for the hazel haired's, nor for Agust D's. The killer knew that the war between him and Yoongi wasn't going to stop that easily. We were talking about hatred engraved in veins there. A desire to see the other, dead.

So, even if Jungkook opted for a professional reconversion, the serenity wouldn't win him so early, oh no. The ravenette was going to have to be careful. He was still going to check over his shoulders. There was Shark, too. Mysterious killer who didn't show up that much. And this person who had sent him these messages, whom he didn't know the identity. For the moment, it was calm. But deep inside him, Jungkook felt the danger slowly getting closer. Sneakily. To attack him better at the throat. Or a knife in the back. The ravenette was also scared that one of his rivals would want to hurt Taehyung. As he wasn't at his place anymore, anyone could attack him. So Jungkook had set a goal to himself, to check the hazel haired's neighborhood from time to time. To make sure his former hostage is safe, the man who hadn't let him indifferent. Or rather, who didn't let him indifferent.

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Ten in the morning, it was the time displayed on the clock on the entrance's wall. Taehyung looked at himself one last time in his mirror, dressed in a trench-coat that Jungkook had gifted him. Yes. He dared. As if it was symbolic. Going to the police station the nearest to his house, wearing a gift coming from his former tormentor. Taehyung was going there like this. His Dior glasses embellished his teacher look, then with the most confidence he had, the hazel haired left his apartment. The door automatically locked up, then he walked down the stairs. Once on the ground floor, Taehyung put his black mask and his beige shawl. He didn't want to be recognize every five minutes. He wanted to reach the police station in the calm and concentration.

The one the hazel haired was going to, was only a fifteen minutes walk. Taehyung prefered to walk. In order to refresh his ideas, to see a bit the streets of his district that he hadn't seen in two months and a half again. Taehyung walked in silence. Only the cars made a lot of noise, or the people walking by who were talking. It was so noisy, so loud. Nothing like Jungkook's district, nor even the lake he had brought him to, nor like Jooha's. There, it was calm and silent. Relaxed and fresh. Nothing like the capital's rythm as well as pollution.

Finally Taehyung arrived. Stressed. He was anxious. He was scared to do something, or say something stupid, scared to turn Jungkook in. He was apprehending the fact that the authorities could not believe his alibi. Taehyung had burnt the paper Jungkook had given him, where the alibi was written. SImple precaution. He was almost paralyzed at the bottom of the outside stairs leading to the main building. When he arrived, nobody paid attention to him at first. But once he had sat down his the waiting room, that he had removed his asiatic mask and that a policeman had passed before him, his presence had amazed everyone. They couldn't believe their eyes, Kim Taehyung was here. So an investigation officer arrived quickly, he introduced himself to the hazel haired before asking him to follow him. Even more panicked, Taehyung listened. He followed him. The questioning he was going to go through was going to be long. And that, the literature teacher didn't want it.

« Sit down please. » The fifty year old man asked.

Visibly, Taehyung was going to have to face two men. Others were listening or observing behind the opaques windows. He had to appear as posed as possible. Let him not betray himself in anyway. He would explain everything Jungkook had told him and then, Taehyung would go back to his life. His family, his friends, his job, his life. So it was really simple. Be credible, play with emotions without overplaying it, and it was done. Taehyung tried to give himself courage as he could. With a relaxed smile, he sat down. His hands on his knees, his stare on the officer in front of him.

« So you are, Kim Taehyung, twenty-four years old since December 30th, 2018, and you've been missing since November 8th, 2018. The policeman first said. Today is January 14th, 2019. You disappeared for two months and seven days. Where were you ? » This man's eyes were black with indifference.

Taehyung sighed, before staring at the table. Then his orbs went back on the agent talking to him. The other man wasn't talking, he was just listening.

« I am terribly sorry. He sighed. I'll admit that, I had no idea that I was considered missing. Now, the two policemen didn't hide their stupor. In fact, on November 8th, a friend spoke to me about health problems. He muttered. She lives alone an hour and a half away from Seoul, not far from Goyang, a small hidden village in the forests. And as she lives alone, I decided to go help her. I didn't have my phone with me, in the rush of the departure, I had forgotten it at the university where I work. Taehyung added, he tried to still his voice. I really went there on a whim because I knew very well that nobody was there for her. I couldn't leave her in trouble. In the same day, I was at her house. Jooha was very sick. He spiced up his voice with slight pain. I worried about my relatives because I knew that I wasn't going to be able to give them news, but she needed me. This woman didn't have many contacts, it seemed obvious to me that I had to bring her my support as fast as I could. »

Taehyung deicded to stop here. It seemed enough for the first information. Now he was waiting for the interrogators' questions. The one who wasn't talking, was writing stuff on his papers, the other had attentively listened.

« Certainly, Mister Kim, but during more than two months, you didn't stay just at her house ? »

« Yes, I did. » The hazel haired confided.

« At no time have you heard of the researches being done about you ? »

« No... Replied Taehyung. Jooha didn't live with a television. She only had a radio but she doesn't listen to the lastest news. Only traditional music, korean. So I had no idea that I was going to be presumed missing... Well, I knew my parents and my friends would be scared but I knew on my side, that I would be back to Seoul in no time. »

« How long was this woman sick ? »

« A month. Muttered the teacher. Then during three weeks I helped her with her animals and the garden that she couldn't do because of the winter. And after two months, I still wanted to extend my stay at her house, an extra week. His hoarse voice sounded convincing. Before going back to my city line, I had wanted to enjoy a bit more the countryside life. In fact... I needed to take a step back. To put some distance from the active life. And that was a great oppportunity, the fact that Jooha had needed me. »

Notes were still being taken. The man leading the investigation was being attentive.

« You saw that one of your students died on the same day of your departure, if I follow what you're saying ? Kim Daejung, murdered after your class at six in the afternoon. »

Taehyung weakly nodded while showing an expression as shocked as he could offer.

« I saw that on the news this morning... With my disappearance too. I was really schoked... I still am. »

Now, Taehyung felt bad. He wasn't lying for him, but for Jungkook. He didn't want to see the ravenette behind bars or executed by the governement. So he played the game, at his own risk.

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Here's chapter 38 !

I have to admit the alibi is well found and really detailled though 😳

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