Jimin

Min Yoongi.

That name never left my mind. Before going to sleep, when I woke up the next day to when I made my breakfast; I always thought about him.Despite it sounding rather cheesy, the reality wasn't the same. I had been putting a lot of thought into how I could find out more information on the guy because he clearly wasn't about to tell me his life story himself.

Which was how two days later, I found myself sitting before an old computer. Officer Jeon sat beside me in the dark room. Despite it being the size of a closet room, it was the place where years of criminal databases were electronically kept in the old devices.

I came to the realisation that if Min Yoongi hated the police so much, the most justifiable reason would be because he had gotten into trouble with them. As I searched for any information on him in that room, I secretly hoped I would find none. I didn't want the person I had a strange fascination with to turn out to be some kind of murderer.

"Are we not searching for Kang Junyeok?" asked Officer Jeon, after realising that I was writing out the name Min Yoongi.

I shook my head, keeping my focus on the bright screen before me. Once I found a document with his name on it, I let out an unsteady breath before pressing on it.

"This is the guy who witnessed the murder that night."

"The one you said you recognised?"

I nodded. The first thing I saw was a profile of him with his mugshot. I could feel the wetness of my sweat between my palm and the computer mouse. I scrolled down to see what his crime was.

Manslaughter.

I gulped to physically stop myself from letting out a gasp. I quickly scanned my eyes across his profile to soak in as much information about him as I could. 

"He must've been working with Junyeok and his gang then," he said, guessing from his crime, "He isn't a witness."

"My instincts tell me that he wasn't involved," I said, rather unsure. What if it wasn't instinct but my subconscious' wish for him to not be a partner in crime.

I couldn't tell why I was siding this mysterious guy so much. Was it because the songs he always played on the piano were somehow strangely familiar to me? Why was that even the case? Maybe I had seen the guy or knew of him before but just forgot about him. But then again, if that was the case then surely I wouldn't forget someone who had left me with such a huge impact.

He was only two years older than me, yet he had been convicted of killing another person. Other than his conviction, there wasn't much on the reasoning behind his crime on his document. I needed to know more.

I went to the old storage room where piles of boxes containing past cases were kept. Despite searching for two hours with the help of Officer Jeon, I still couldn't find a single sheet of paper on Min Yoongi. Either someone had purposely removed it from the room, or it had been carelessly thrown away. I wasn't sure which one was better.

My next idea was to head into the local library. I made a beeline straight towards the newspaper section, a place I visited religiously during my college years for research. I knew how to navigate my way around the organised area and so it wasn't long till I found the newspapers printed a day after Min Yoongi's crime.

What I learned was that he had been driving under the influence of alcohol after a party and was involved in a car accident which killed his girlfriend in the passenger seat. The incident took place on a highway that was only forty-five minutes away. I shivered as goosebumps began to appear on my skin.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, someone was calling. I quickly put away the folder of newspapers back into the shelf before leaving the library. I took out my phone. It was the lady who owned the restaurant tent I always went to. My eyebrows curiously raised especially since it was rare for her to call me.

"Hey ajum-"

"You have to come to my house right now! I've already contacted the police too," she spoke extremely fast and heavily panted.

I gulped nervously. I immediately asked for her address and got into my car. I tried to ask her what the matter was but could hardly manage to get anything useful especially since she was so obviously shaken up by whatever it was.

By the time I arrived, there were two police cars already there, their bright red lights glaring on the evening streets. The lady was outside her gate, huddled small on the steps. When we met each other's eyes, she stood up. Dry tears stained her cheeks and the frown on her expression deepened the wrinkles on her skin. 

"Someone had broken into my house, completely trashed the place. I haven't gone inside since, I'm too scared," she whimpered, shivering as she looked at the ground. I hugged the small lady, hoping to lend some of my warmth to her.

"You can spend the night at the station," I recommended as I pulled away. A young officer I recognised came out of the house and I instructed him to take her to the police station. 

I stepped through the black gate and made my way towards the house. A loud sigh escaped my lips as I fished out my gloves. It was time to investigate what exactly happened.

Normally, the town was quiet and uneventful. But then, ever since Kang Junyeok appeared out of nowhere, many terrible things were beginning to happen. I couldn't help but wonder if even this house break-in was somehow linked to the mobster in some sort of twisted way.

I joined the two other officers already in the trashed house as we all searched for any type of clues. The person had done a great job in making a total mess as well as hiding their tracks. This was no amateur job. Finding nothing upstairs, I left the other two there and made my way downstairs to the lounge area. Maybe they had missed something that I would find.

There was a piano in the far corner. I stepped over the pieces of shattered vases and walked over to it. The top of the piano was decorated with photo frames and trophies and a small folded paper. Initially, as I picked it up, I didn't think too much of it. I didn't think it would provide me with any information. But I was wrong.

Quit trying to find me. You are doing a crap job of it. If you don't listen to me now, I will hurt everything and everyone you know and love, Park Jimin.

I didn't have to think hard to know this was from none other than Kang Junyeok. He knew I would come here. I angrily crumpled the paper, the sharp corners tugging my latex glove. I placed it inside a plastic bag before stuffing it in my jacket pocket. This wasn't for others to see but for me to keep.

This threat meant nothing to me. It was a lie that I was doing a crap job of finding him, we both knew that. The only thing stopping me was his connection with the heads of the police department. This one petty note wasn't going to stop me at all. Instead, it only fueled my anger and determination to want to find him. I needed Min Yoongi's help and I was going to get it no matter what he would say.