“What are we going to say?” Seokjin asked Yoongi nervously as they approached the chief's office. Yoongi looked at him incredulously.
“What do you mean we? You were the one driving and decided to drive in circles after the guy!” Yoongi scoffed, distancing himself from Seokjin.
“We’re partners, we were both in the car, and you could have said something! Don’t chicken out on me, the Chief won’t be too harsh on us,” Seokjin scolded, pulling on Yoongi’s sleeve to be near him again. ‘No way I’m going down alone,’ he thought to himself.
Yoongi knocked on the Chief’s door hesitantly. After a moment, they heard the Chief call them, “Come in!”
Seokjin opened the door to lead them in. “Good afternoon, sir.”
“Good afternoon boys, I guess the adjective ‘good’ is an understatement for you both considering you almost died last night!” the chief chuckled, sitting down behind his desk. The sun was brightly shining into the room reflecting off the nameplate on his desk, Kim Namjoon.
Yoongi and Seokjin laughed nervously in response and nodded. “It was really scary, to be honest. We should have been more about our wits to realize that Jeon Jungkook was leading us in a circle to bait us,” Yoongi admitted. Seokjin nudged Yoongi with his foot, how dare he take responsibility to look better before he did!
“It’s okay, you said you at least got footage of the incident, right?” Namjoon smiled. It was hard not to feel at ease and forgive with a smile like that. Namjoon never treated the others in the station as anything less than himself and only put his foot down when he had to.
Seokjin nodded. He went in his briefcase he had brought and took the camera out. “Do you need it?”
Namjoon nodded, taking out a new evidence log and a pen. “I’ll take it off your hands and handle the paperwork, you guys deserve the day off to recoup and relax a little. I don’t want you guys to be distracted from the aftershock of last night,” he replied, reaching for Seokjin’s outstretched hand. The detectives smiled, celebrating on the inside.
“We really appreciate this chief, last night was pretty rough, but at least was have some evidence,” Yoongi smiled. Seokjin had to fight back a smile from seeing Yoongi’s brown-nosing. He was never this polite and smiley, only around the boss.
“No worries, it’s important to make sure the men of our city are not overworked. Having you guys distracted won’t help us catch this monster,” Namjoon assured. “Do you have any other notes from last night? They could be a big help.”
Seokjin reached in and took out the notebook from the prior night, the first few pages were covered in sloppy notes. “Here you are, sir.”
Namjoon took it and shooed them out of the office with the notebook. “I mean it, go relax for the day. Come back tomorrow refreshed!”
“Okay, okay!” Seokjin chuckled, holding his arms up in surrender. “Have a good day sir, thank you for understanding what happened last night.”
“We’re all human, we just have to see the light in the situation,” Namjoon waved. He started to flip through the notes without paying another glance at the detectives.
When the door was closed, both detectives celebrated with each other. “Come for lunch with my family,” Yoongi offered. Seokjin sped out the door without any further motivation besides lunch. Yoongi laughed and chased after him. His partner kept him young.
Taehyung was still shaken when he returned to his home a few hours after the emotional encounter with Jimin. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but he knew that he had to find some answers. He had to find out more about The Swan and Jimin.
He couldn’t do anything about Jimin at the moment, be he decided to be brave and approach the subject of The Swan with Minjun. He was the only person he could trust-for the most part anyway. He hoped that their years of bonded had made him more partial to him rather than The Swan.
“Minjun?” Taehyung called into the empty house. He wanted to talk and get this first step out of the way. He didn’t want to procrastinate and lose the nerve he had gained. He walked around to all of the rooms on the first floor but there was no one there. “Minjun?” he called again. Again there was nothing but silence.
He sighed and sat down on the couch to think things over. He could try and get into Minjun’s room and go on his computer, couldn’t he? The staff wasn’t there because it was their day off so there wouldn’t be anyone to see him do it…
He let his inner rebel rule over and he stood up. He crept up the stairs and went to Minjun’s room. He reached for the knob and twisted, but it remained stiff in its place. Taehyung groaned. “Of course you wouldn’t leave your door unlocked to help me out, would you?” he complained to himself. He went back downstairs to the kitchen and raided the junk drawer. There had to be spare keys somewhere…
A minute later his hand moved and found something that jingled. He grabbed it and held it up in the air victoriously. “Aha!” he cried to himself. There had to be a key within these!
He raced back up the stairs and wasted no time trying all of the keys. He had to hurry before he lost his chance, it wasn’t too often he got the house to himself. Why did he have to be out all this time? He shook his head and realized that The Swan did things like that on purpose. Was he really the evil man Jimin had told him?
After what felt like an eternity, his heart jumped when a key finally clicked inside the knob and turned. Yes!
Taehyung slipped the keyring in his pocket and entered the room. Before taking another step, he carefully observed the room around him. He knew he had to be careful and leave it undisturbed when he left, at least The Swan left him with some skills to help him snoop…
Minjun’s room was uncharacteristically neat for someone as laid back as Minjun seemed to be. It felt unlived in. No laundry lying around, no photos, not a thing out of place. Taehyung didn’t have too much time to dwell on Minjun’s housekeeping skills, so he took a mental picture and approached the desk. He didn’t dare move the chair and took a quick look around and listened to hear any cars approaching or any movement in the house. Holding his breath, he mentally crossed his fingers. He heard nothing.
He released his held breath and quickly opened the laptop in front of him. He cursed to himself when he saw it was password protected. What could the password be? He thought hard and realized he didn’t know many things personally about Minjun. He typed in theswan and hit enter but was greeted by an error message. He cursed at himself and paused, thinking hard.
From what Minjun had told Taehyung throughout their past, he didn’t have kids or a wife, his family had died in a car accident when he was young, and he basically spent most of his adult life afterword aiding The Swan. Forty years had earned The Swan’s trust and privilege. What else could it be? A thought flashed through Taehyung’s mind and he giggled to himself. Minjun wasn’t that soft, was he?
123095 he typed in and hit enter. The computer binged and opened up to the desktop. “You’re such a softy, you really made your password my birthday?” he laughed. He couldn’t let his amusement waste his time, he had to try and find something, but what was he looking for?
He figured he would look up the basic thing to at least confirm one thing-was The Swan really the king of human trafficking in Korea? He found the web browser and quickly typed it in. Tahyung wasn’t sure if he was lucky or not when he found that the results of The Swan came piling on the browser.
“The Swan Responsible For Yet Another String of Abductions” one article read. “The Swan, Is He The Evilest Criminal of The Decade?” said another. Taehyung scrolled through skimming hundreds of article titles that come up. Any hope that he had for The Swan at least being on the right side of the law diminished. He wasn’t the simple businessman he had proclaimed himself to be- he was a monster.
Taehyung felt tears fill his eyes when he found an article about Jimin’s father. He kept scrolling and found several articles about others who had fallen victim to The Swan- people that Taehyung had slain with his own hand. He murdered good people for a man who had no heart. He felt bile rise in the back of his throat. What was he doing?
He didn’t get to dwell on the thought because he heard Minjun’s car pull into the driveway. He quickly cleared the search he did on the browser and slammed it shut, shutting the door and locking it behind him. He ran to his room and closed his door, hiding the keys under his pillow for the time being until he could put it back in the drawer without Minjun there to ask questions.
“Taehyung? Are you there?” he heard Minjun call out. He laid on his bed facing away from the door and closed his eyes. He could not talk to Minjun. Minjun would never choose Taehyung over his life. He spent his whole life serving a man he knew was evil. He had a choice and he chose The Swan. How much better was Minjun? What else did he hide from Taehyung?
He heard Minjun make his way up the stairs and approach his room. The door opened and Minjun poked his head in. “Taehyung?” he asked softly. Taehyung lay silent pretending to sleep. Minjun lingered for a moment and finally closed the door.
Taehyung buried his head into his pillow and sobbed. He lived under the hand of a murderer. The Swan abducted people and sold them into lives of misery and being abused property. He did it without question, but for what? Forgiving him a home? Why didn’t he listen to his morals? He let the man he felt he owed his life to use him as a pawn. What was he going to do?