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The elevator ride up was excruciating, due to his nervousness and his will to keep himself in check. The reason why he was nervous was that this marked the new chapter of his life, but at the moment was due to the old man standing behind him staring at his ass. The old geezer wasn’t even being subtle about it and Park Jimin did his best to ignore it. The last thing he needed was to cause trouble on his first day in the Supreme Prosecutor Office.
Not that he was okay with it, but as long as the old man didn’t get handsy--well let’s just say that he was used to this. The truth was, he expected this sort of behaviour in the street, but he had not expected this behaviour in the main office to the SPO. With relief, the elevator gave a soft chime and Jimin had half of mind to exit the lift even if he had to sprint up the stairs of the remaining five floors.
Luckily for him, a group of three women and two men entered the enclosed space and that allowed Jimin to put his back against the wall and away from prying eyes. He shared a sympathetic look with the young woman wearing a long but modest skirt and the new shiny object for the old man to gawk at.
The two men in the elevator didn’t notice the mild harassment, but since they weren’t the ones being victimized Jimin didn’t think they ever would. The other two women placed themselves around the youngest and the oldest of the three sent the old man a glare followed with a curt bow.
The elevator gave another chime. The old geezer cleared his throat looking annoyed as though his actions had been justified and exited the elevator without a trace of guilt.
“Asshole,” the woman closest to Jimin whispered and shot him a quick look, but Jimin just gave her a closed-lip smile before looking at the little numbers start to get closer and closer to his desired floor.
His stomach turned. Just one more floor.
Jimin had learned at a very early age that there were four types of people in society. One, the victim. The victim was the one who was harmed or injured by the act of a crime or by other event or action. They were the ones the law was supposed to protect like those women in the elevator. Two, the criminal. The criminal was the one inflicting the crime against the victim, much like the old geezer. Three, the bystander. In Jimin’s eyes, the worst crime of all was the one being done by the bystander, like those two men in the elevator who may or may have not noticed how uncomfortable their colleague's body language had changed. Four, the prosecutor. This was the person who institutes legal proceedings against a crime.
Jimin had dedicated his life to be here, he had passed the bar and given the highest honours at the academy. He had recommendations to boot and a fire that wasn’t about to burn out. Yet, here he was stuck in an elevator going from a victim to a bystander. He had stand back and let the old man do the same thing to someone else and instead of stopping it he had let it happen.
Where had his training gone?
The elevator gave another chime and Jimin sighed with relief all too glad to leave the elevator and his dark mood behind.
To his surprise, the floor was rather quiet. There was a young woman at a desk busy at her work, but other than her, there was no one else.
“Excuse me,” Jimin voiced reaching the desk. “Can you direct me to Prosecutor Chief Kim Namjoon’s office please?”
“Judging from that accent you must be Park Jimin from Busan,” she said with a deep and hard look, “you’re late.”
“I was told to be here at one,” Jimin’s lip twitched a little as he tried covering his annoyance by glancing at his watch that said he was twenty-three minutes early.
“That’s not what our book says,” she said going around her desk nudging for him to follow.
Jimin followed her down the hall all the while trying to control his facial expression to one that resembled neutrality. His commander Seijin at the academy had warned him of the rude reputation Seoul’s central office had, and so far he was not disappointed.
The halls were filled with closed-door offices and one central conference room behind glass windows. She led him to the back of the hall where she rattled the door with her knuckles before opening the door at the command of a man’s voice.
“Mr Kim,” The assistant said keeping Jimin outside, “Mr Park is finally here.”
“Good. Let him in,” said the surprisingly young man behind the desk. “Inform the others.”
“Yes sir,” the assistant said stepping out of Jimin’s way letting him step through the threshold before shutting the door firmly behind her.
He was now at the mercy of the P. C. Kim Namjoon. Stories had it that he was the first son to a mafia boss and that in his younger days he had been referred to as L. Monster before joining the SPO. Rumour had it that he had cut a deal with the P. C. at that time and the Minister of Justice gave him jurisdiction to work within the SPO.
Of course, that was if he truly believed the rumours students at the academy would exchange with each other on late sleepless nights. Either way, he did feel anxious standing rooted in front of his new boss.
The office was rather spacious with straight-lined sofas for meetings and wooden bookcases adorned the walls. If Jimin wasn’t as apprehensive he would have commented on the breathtaking view of the city from the large windows. Kim Namjoon had gotten to his feet and signalled for him to come closer as he messed with some folders around his desk.
The man behind the desk, up close Jimin could see that he looked older and had a handsome face. Not in the standard beauty sort of way, but there was something about him that commanded respect and charisma. Yet Jimin didn’t let that lower his guard.
“Please make yourself comfortable Mr Park,” said the man with his fancy suit signalling for Jimin to take the seat in front of his desk. “I’m your superior officer, Prosecutor Chief Kim Namjoon. You may call me Namjoon. The first thing you need to learn is that I detest formalities no matter how much Euna our receptionist tries to keep us formal.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Jimin bowed and took the seat Namjoon had indicated for him. “I apologize for my lateness. I was told to show up by one.”
“Those people at the exchange office,” Namjoon waved a hand dismissively, “they can never get their times together. Well enough about that, let me see your file.”
Jimin watched Namjoon open a file and from this angle, he could see his picture he had taken on the first day when he had enrolled in the academy. He looked scrawnier in the picture and much younger, his face looked gaunt even to him, malnourishment was evident in his looks. Jimin ignored the glance Namjoon gave him before flipping the page.
“Graduated top of your class,” Namjoon said looking at the paper, “all top marks in every subject. Says here that you’re fluent in Chinese, Japanese, and Russian. No English?”
“I know colloquial English,” Jimin said, “but not enough to pass the exam.”
“I see,” Namjoon nodded going back to his file. “Looks like you were sought out by different divisions. Yet you asked to be transferred here.”
“Yes sir,” Jimin said feeling his stomach knot.
He knew what sort of division this was, they were known to be good at solving crimes and prosecuting criminals to the full extent of the law. The students at the academy had renamed them to Big Hit Crime Division, but that was not a name they would ever utter out of gossiping circles. If anything this was the reason why Jimin had sought and asked to be transferred here. This was the only division in the entire force that would give him free rein to pursue his interest as well make a difference.
“Namjoon.”
“Excuse me?” Jimin asked tilting his head a little.
“It’s Namjoon.”
“Yes Namjoon sir,” Jimin tried smiling.
“To tell you the truth Jimin,” Namjoon said, “you’re both overqualified and under-qualified to be here.”
“I passed the bar sir,” Jimin’s smile faltered a little.
“Yes,” Namjoon said putting down the file. “But my unit handles heinous high profile crimes. You’re just a rookie.”
“Everyone is a rookie at some point Namjoon, sir,” Jimin said.
“You got me there,” Namjoon gave a dry chuckle. “You must do then.”
“I can’t work with him!” Someone burst into the office before Jimin could have a chance to respond.
The man who burst in was waving his arms theatrically with the receptionist hot at his heels.
“He’s not picking up his phone,” the man said placing both hands on his waist looking flustered.
He was downright gorgeous with broad shoulders, long limbs, and a face that could start wars. His demeanour betrayed all of his good looks even then he still held a grace to him, but his antics were anything but restrained let alone adorable.
“I’m sorry Chief,” the assistant said from the door, “I tried stopping him.”
“It’s alright, Euna. I got this,” Namjoon said getting to his feet looking undisturbed by the intrusion in his office.
Jimin followed his lead and stood up looking between the two men as the assistant gave a quick bow and left the office for a second time.
“Seokjin this is Park Jimin our newest member of the team,” Namjoon put his attention back to him.
“Oh he’s just a child,” Seokjin said looking at him up and down. “This is your solution? That muscle pig will eat him alive.”
Muscle pig, who’s that? Jimin thought and feeling slightly insulted by Seokjin’s offhandedness.
“I don’t think so,” Namjoon said with a sanguine expression known only to him.
“Please to meet you,” Jimin said with a bow to the other man trying his best to stay professional and not let the other man see that his words had bothered him.
“Kim Seokjin,” the man said before turning back to Namjoon. “Where is he? He’s probably following him again. If we get sued for harassment we will be the laughing stock of the whole division. No, of the entire SPO!”
“Calm down Jin,” Namjoon said, “You have a replacement and you can go back to your old cases once you fill Jimin in this case.”
“That’s the point,” Seokjin frowned, “At this rate, there won’t be a case. Choi Hyukhe will walk even before we can press charges.”
“Fill him in,” Namjoon said and this time there was no room for argument, “I’ll handle Jungkook.”
“I swear I never thought I would miss Yoongi,” Seokjin frowned. “Well come on Park Jimin. I hope you’re a fast learner or at least a fast walker.”
Jimin looked between the two men, Seokjin was already walking towards the door while Namjoon picked up the phone dialling. Knowing when he was dismissed Jimin started following Seokjin out of the office.
“Jimin wait!” Namjoon called beckoning him to come closer as he messed with an envelop, “welcome to the team.”
He handed him a badge. The simple five blue-striped-badge never looked so beautiful let alone make him feel so proud. A loss for words Jimin took the badge in its leather case that also held his picture and number identifying him as Prosecutor Sergeant Park Jimin. Jimin bowed to the chief and hurried after the other prosecutor.
*** *** *** ***
Seokjin’s office was filled with documents and reports. His desk was buried with them, his bookcases filled with law books. They had been going over the current case for the last three hours. Namjoon had shown his face about an hour ago telling them that Jungkook had texted saying that he was staking their suspect.
“In summary,” Jimin said and waited for Seokjin’s nod of approval as the older man helped himself on the take out food they had ordered, food that Jimin barely touched. “Choi Hyukhe is a loan shark.”
“A little more than that,” Seokjin said, “he’s getting stronger and has recruited a small group of men who are willing to take the blame every time we think we have him.”
“Right. So besides assault and damage of property, this department is convinced that he has killed.” Jimin started looking at the files filled with the official report.
“The only person who could have acted as a witness is also one of the victims,” Seokjin said, “hence why you’re here. You’re his replacement and you have very big shoes to fill.”
Jimin looked up from the file and stared at the handsome man. He looked down at the report. The name under its official heading said Kim Yugyeom and Jimin suppressed a chill.
“Where does he keep his money?” Jimin asked thinking of the only tangible evidence he could trace back to Choi Hyukhe.
“We believe he keeps it in the car garage, his pseudo-business,” Seokjin said, “I think that’s where the Captain is.”
“Prosecutor Captain Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked looking at the name all over this report.
“The one and only,” Seokjin’s voice sounded annoyed.
Jimin leaned back on his chair staring at the ceiling thinking. Choi Hyukhe was fifty-eight, someone who came out of the Gwangju massacre in the ’80s and an activist in his youth against the mandatory military draft. How in the world did he become a murderer? He was married and had two children in their thirties.
Jimin whipped his head towards one of the other files and searched for the rest of Yugyeom’s notes. There was just one piece of paper there about the wife. Maiden name Ju first name Minseo. She was born and raised in Seoul. Minseo’s mother owned a house, and thankfully Yugyeom had taken note of it. On the paper with Minseo’s interview, there was a small note written in Yugyeom’s handwriting and it said: 'quiet...innocent.'
Jimin looked over to Seokjin when his phone finally rang. He watched Seokjin stand up from his chair in one swift but a clumsy movement towards his buried phone.
“You’ve arrested him?” Seokjin asked and Jimin couldn't hear the voice on the other side, “so you saw him do the exchange?”
There was silence and Jimin stiffen looking at Seokjin putting down the files.
“Okay we’re on our way,” Seokjin said over the receiver, “Yes we--I have your new partner here with me.” Seokjin continued talking while glancing at Jimin, “It’s not up to you. Either way, we’re on our way.”
“Seokjin,” Jimin said once the taller man hanged up and hurrying at putting his stuff together. “Are we going straight to Choi’s garage?”
“Yes,” said Seokjin, “that’s where the arrest was made.”
But Jimin didn’t hurry. Instead, he looked down at the file he had been holding and stared at Choi’s wife’s name. Choi Minseo--did she know of her husband’s activities? Did she have a choice?
“Let’s go, rookie!” Seokjin said putting on his trench coat making him look more like a model than a prosecutor.
Jimin cursed his good looks and cursed the universe for it wasn’t fair that some people were so naturally good looking. He waved that thought away and looked at her name again.
“Do they need us there?” Jimin asked shifting his eyes to the address belonging to the house of Minseo’s mother.
“You betcha,” Seokjin tutted, “I’ve been waiting to make this arrest for a while.”
“It’s just,” Jimin hesitated but willed himself to burry his apprehensiveness, “what if the money is not in the garage.”
“Where else could it be?” Seokjin asked turning to him and to Jimin’s surprise he was listening.
“What about the wife?” Jimin said.
“She’s a meek little mouse,” Seokjin said, “she’s just a victim to all of this. It’s all in Yugyeom’s report. He interviewed her the first time we arrested Choi. I saw her that day, the woman looked ready to break on a moment’s notice.”
Jimin chewed on his lip, how could he say this. It was that feeling. Call it intuition call it the gut feeling, either way, Jimin had learned to listen to that feeling. The only time he hadn’t listened to it he had paid a very heavy price for it.
“At the academy,” Jimin began looking at the prosecutor’s eyes, “We were always hungry. Jisoo, one of my four roommates would always buy extra food and would store it on the last drawer of the nightstand.”
“That’s a good hiding spot,” Seokjiin said, “if I remember correctly those drawers had the option to be locked.”
“Yeah,” Jimin agreed thinking back, “but we are trained to unlock codes and locks. Everyone in that room knew how to unlock it. We didn’t bother his stuff, only once in a while, one of my other roommates would occasionally take food from that drawer. He would always put more food in Jisoo’s drawer when he got paid and that was the reason why no one ever reported him. Then one day I saw Jisoo doing something underneath his bed. I don’t know why but I waited until he left the room. To me, Jisoo looked suspicious so I peeked under the bed and saw that he had a small bag. I peeked through it and inside was where Jisoo put his actual stash, that’s where he was hiding all of his favourite treats.”
Seokjin continued looking at him, and Jimin was very glad that the Prosecutor was not dismissing him at all. He did look like someone who was debating his inner demons and Jimin could understand what he must be going through. They finally had Choi arrested, and they suspected him of murdering a colleague maybe even a friend. If anything Jimin was surprised that the older had even bothered to hear him out.
“Look for Choi’s home address,” Seokjin ordered grabbing his keys urging him to hurry.
“Not the Choi’s residence,” Jimin said taking the case file with him, “I think the best place would be in Ju Danwo’s house.”
“That’s Mrs Coi’s mother’s house,” Seokjin said guiding him to the elevator, “ you better be right, rookie.”
Jimin gave Euna a quick bow who in turn gave him a nod.
Oh, he too wished he was right.
*** *** *** ***
The neighbourhood was humble and the house was small with one of those traditional fences where it was hard to see the yard. Jimin heard the dog barking before actually seeing it, and he was glad that it was tied up to its dog house. Jimin didn’t fail to notice that Seokjin had given a quick jump at the dog barking and he did his best to restrain a laugh.
The progression to the front door was small and the path was narrow. There were few pots of plants adorning the outside giving off a pleasant scent of lavender. Overall the house looked quaint and part of Jimin felt bad for disturbing the old woman’s peace.
Seokjin took off his sunglasses and glanced at him before he gave the door a sturdy knock.
“Who are you?” Ju Danwo was a small looking woman who leaned into her cane for balance.
“Hello ma’am,” Seokjin gave a quick head bow showing her his badge and Jimin followed his lead by doing the same, “I am Prosecutor Lieutenant Kim Seokjin and this is Prosecutor Sergeant Park Jimin from the SPO. Are you Mrs Ju Danwo?”
“Yes,” said Danwo with her raspy old voice.
“Good,” Seokjin gave her a nod, “I am looking for your daughter Mrs Choi Minseo. Is she here?”
“No,” Danwo said almost too quickly as she darted her sharp eyes to the pair of them.
“Who’s at the door mother?” called out a voice making Danwo close her eyes in desperation.
Seokjin gave the old woman a look before pushing past her and Jimin followed suit. He gave Danwo a quick bow before shutting the door behind himself.
They stood at the doorway a bit awkward, as Minseo looked at them, her eyes wide at first and then she outright glared at them.
“Mrs Choi,” Seokjin said, “your husband was arrested.”
“How many times are you going to harass my husband?” She asked and suddenly the description of a mouse did not come to mind.
“Your husband has been avoiding the law but we got him,” Seokjin said with a confidence that mirrored Namjoon’s. “All we want from you is cooperation. If you want to help your husband.”
“I don’t know anything,” she said taking her mother and placing the old woman behind her. “Like I told prosecutor Kim Yugyeom last time. I don’t know anything.”
Jimin looked through the humble home. Photographs hung on the wall-- most of them were of Minseo at different stages of her life and two children. There were no pictures of her son-in-law on her walls. Jimin scanned the rest of the house. The little television was on with some variety show acting as their background noise. There were three doors, one was open and he could see the bathroom beyond. The second was closed but he assumed it was the bedroom, and the third door was to the back of the house. The kitchen was on full display on to his left and a little table where they ate. There was a sofa facing the window to the yard, but other than that the house didn’t have much.
“If you would remind me of that conversation,” Seokjiin said.
“Go and ask him and leave us alone,” Minseo’s glare intensified.
“He can’t,” Seokjin said, “Your husband had him killed.”
“So besides money laundering, you are going to pin my husband with murder?” Minseo spat her hand still behind her back.
And that’s when Jimin saw it almost missing it. He saw the glare just as she launched herself to Seokjin. Jimin pushed the taller man out of the way and had just enough time to cover his face by raising his arm. The pain struck at him just as the blade slashed through his cheap suit and into his forearm.
His blood dripped to the ground but he ignored it as used his good arm to get a hold of Minseo. He hit the wrist that held the knife and the weapon fell on the ground as he twisted her body and pinning her to the floor. He quickly kicked the knife away from them towards the sofa. Danwo was screaming her daughter’s name as Seokjin pushed himself from the wall.
“I need handcuffs,” Jimin told his senior.
Seokjin took his place holding the woman down.
“Choi Minseo you are under arrest for attacking a law enforcer,” Seokjin said snapping the cuffs on her wrists as she struggled a little. “You have the right to maintain silence. Do you have anything to say?”
“No,” She snarled.
“Leave my daughter alone!” The old woman snapped hitting Seokjin with an open palm.
“Stand back grandma,” Seokjin said, “or I will arrest you too.”
“Stand back mom,” Mrs Choi said and the old woman walked back until she reached her sofa before sinking into it hitting her chest with high pitch wails.
“Are you okay?” Seokjin asked as he pulled Minseo off the floor gentle but firm.
“Yeah,” Jimin said taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it against the wound.
“Let’s get you reunited with your husband,” Seokjin said to Minseo taking her out of the house.
Danwo was crying by now and Jimin couldn’t help himself but feel bad for her. He sighed and went to her lowering his body sitting on the balls of his feet watching her for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” he told her, “she was about to attack my superior.”
“My Minseo is a stupid girl,” the old woman said wiping her tears with her sleeves. “But it’s not her fault. It’s not, its that husband of hers that turned her this way. She was always a sweet girl until she met him.”
“They say love can make people do stupid things,” Jimin said drawing an unreadable look from the older woman, “even parental love.”
She broke then, a new wave of tears fell as she buried her face into her hands.
“She’s my only child,” the woman wailed, “what was I supposed to do?”
“The only thing you can do for her right now is,” Jimin said as gently as he could, “to tell us where they keep the money.”
“Will it help her?” the old woman asked looking at him with a look of hope.
“We will tell the judge that you cooperated,” Jimin said to her, “In these cases, there is hardly any witnesses that are willing to come forward. Listen, grandma, if the court finds evidence that your daughter withheld information they will also conclude that she was working side by side with her husband.”
“She never!”
“So please tell me where it is,” Jimin said, “help me help her.”
“Oh you are a sweetheart,” the old woman cooed at him wiping, even more, shed tears, “I’m sorry that my daughter hurt you. Please forgive her.”
The old woman took his face and it took all of Jimin’s willpower not to lean into the touch. It had been much too long since someone held him like that, so tenderly.
“He makes his subordinate come here every week,” the old woman admitted, “he comes and puts the money underneath the dog house.”
Jimin smiled sadly at her.
He got up and started walking towards the door seeing the knife still there with his blood and it made him feel sick.
“But you already knew that didn’t you,” the old woman said stopping him right before he pushed the door open.
Jimin didn’t respond to that and made his way outside. He glanced at the barking dog and hurried past the narrow path.
*** *** *** ***
Seokjin’s patching job would do for now. He watched Seokjin drive away with Minseo to holdings. It was funny to him to have seen Seokjin’s look of disbelief when he told him that he didn’t know how to drive even though he had passed his education at the academy.
“Someone has to stay here until help arrives,” Jimin had told Seokjin. “I can’t drive so it only makes sense for me to stay.”
“Well, I already called P.C. Jungkook and P.L. Hoseok.” Seokjin said, “they’re on their way.”
“I’ll stay put,” Jimin told him, “I’ll be okay.”
Jimin stayed on the street until he couldn’t see them anymore before he made his progression back to the house. Danwo had mentioned an associate to Choi Hyukhe, maybe he should ask her about him or any other person who may have made traffic here. He opened the door and spotted the old woman sitting on her chair and to his horror blood gushed down her stomach. She was gasping and clutching her gut with her eyes wide open and urgent.
Jimin ran to her reaching out for his phone. Pain soared through his arm but he put that thought away.
“119 how can I help you?” Said the operator.
“This is Prosecutor Sergeant Park Jimin,” Jimin took out his badge and read out loud his badge number before pressing the operator to send an ambulance for a stabbing after giving his location.
“We’ll be right there,” The operator said, “I’m sending help,”
Jimin put down the phone and badge down pressing his own hands over Danwo’s wound holding back even more blood.
“Run,” her whimper came out pitiful, “he’s coming back.”
“Who?” Jimin asked, “who did this to you?”
“What the fuck?” a man growled coming from the back door.
He wore a cap and dark clothes, the same knife Minseo had used to cut him was now on his right hand.
“Put the weapon down and identify yourself,” Jimin ordered.
“You’re with the police aren’t you?”
“I said lower your weapon and identify yourself,” Jimin said again darting his eyes trying to recall every detail of this man’s face.
“The heck I will,” he said launching his body forward slicing the air with the knife.
Jimin let go of the woman’s stomach and barely dodged the knife that could have easily cut his face. Danwo wailed with fear as Jimin swerved away from the sharp slices. The place was small but Jimin bolted backwards enough for him to pivot on one foot as he high kicked the knife out of the man’s hand.
The knife was then forgotten somewhere in the house and the man turned his body to him and easily overshadowed him. Jimin had never felt so small in his life until that moment, and it took him by surprise at how fast the assailant was. In a second the man had him flat on the ground with his hands around his neck and forcing Jimin’s legs to open up for him in an embarrassing way. Panic wanted to kick in as his airway was starting to cut off and his face flushed with primaeval instincts to survive the attack.
Jimin’s lack of air made his body automatically reached for the man’s hands trying to pry them off. His mind, however, went into defence mode as he used all of his might to push him away. The man held on tighter strangling him, but Jimin’s hands went for the man’s wrist, he pushed his legs to the man’s neck and he thanked himself for being flexible. The man tried holding him still but Jimin used his momentum to flip him. He almost broke the man’s elbow but the bigger man managed to escape Jimin’s hold.
Jimin wasn’t entirely on his feet when he felt a blow on his face sending him back to the ground. He rolled out of the way as the man reached out for him, and Jimin took the opportunity to latch himself on the man’s back. He slipped his arms around the man’s neck holding him into a choking hold.
Jimin held on tighter when the man tried swatting him off, and he let out a scream when the man pushed him hard against the wall. Jimin’s head hit one of the portraits and shards of glass fell on the floor. His vision blurred and his grip loosen.
He slid off the wall pathetically. Just when he thought that the man was going to finish him off he heard the dog bark. Red and blue lights came in through the main window and the man ran to the back door.
Jimin groaned at the pain. His head hurt so much.
“What the hell?” he heard someone say from the main door and Jimin held a glass shard on his hand ready to use it as a weapon.
“I’m P.C. Jeon Jungkook!” The young man looked more like a college student than a prosecutor with simple street clothes that looked way too baggy for his frame. “What happened?”
“Hurry!” Jimin said dropping the shard not registering that he had cut his hand in the process, “he’s wearing all black. He has a black cap and a mole underneath his eye. He ran out through the back door!”
Jungkook sprinted out the back door and Jimin crawled over to Danwo’s side. He struggled to get to his knees as she reached out for his hand, was it her blood or his blood? He couldn’t tell, but either way, it was staining everything. He shut one eye as blood twinkle down his forehead obscuring his vision.
“It’s going to be okay grandma,” Jimin cooed at her holding one hand to his and pressing on the stab wound on her stomach with his other hand.
“I’m sorry, child,” the old woman choked, “I’m sorry.”
“Please you need to hang on,” Jimin begged, “the ambulance is here. Mrs Ju?”
Jimin looked up at her as she let out one last stutter. She was dead.