Part One
The room was dark and drenched with a bad odor, with a lamp in the corner that barely lit, flickering with the last of it's energy like it was fighting for life. A thin fog of smoke covered every inch of the room from a cigar. The sound of footsteps and tapping were heard all around. A desk was set in the center of the back of the room with a seat facing away from the door, with a man sitting and waiting.
"Have you found the boy?" A deep, strong, powerful voice spoke that can send shivers down ones spine. The man turned his chair to face a tall man who walked in.
"Not yet, sir." The tall man replied with confidence in his voice against the man in the chair. Only two people in the world can speak to this man without the slightest quiver in their voice, the tall man with confidence and a boy who was forced into the group, 3 years ago.
"Find him now or I'll put you back on training duty ." The strong voice threatened.
"But Namjoon you know we have no leads on the kid." The tall man protested.
"Seok-jin, do as I say or you'll be back to where you started." Namjoon turned his chair away annoyed.
"Yes Boss." Seok-jin left the room returning to his scavenger hunt. Namjoon on the other hand couldn't hold back his anger and threw a photo off his desk, "Boy if I find you, you'll regret trying to leave me." He then picked up the shattered photo on the ground. The photo had Namjoon and a boy shorter than him that had plump lips and cute mochi cheeks. The boy looked so harmless with a smile on his face, but god knows how many people he had hurt and how many more he's going to.
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jiminmeulk If you read this chapter. The rest is finished on my Instagram page @jiminmeulk I hope you do finish it on there but I will try to publish the rest of the chapters on here, which will take me some time.
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