"We did nothing wrong, Detective."
"No, student..."
At Yoongi's words, Jimin's mother just stood there quietly, snorting in disbelief and looking like she was about to hear what he had to say, while Jimin grabbed Yoongi by the collar again.
Yoongi didn't care. He didn't want to admit that he did something wrong, even if it meant dying. So Yoongi looked straight at Jimin, who was glaring at him, and said nothing.
"It was your fault for climbing, Min Yoongi."
"out of it."
You are still wrong.
As Yoongi said that, he shook off Jimin's hand that was grabbing his collar with all his might. Then, he glared at Jimin as if he wouldn't let him off the hook and spoke to the detective who was standing up to try to stop him in embarrassment.
"We've confirmed this on CCTV, please return it."
"Hey Min Yoongi!!!"
I won't go back to being that shabby person anymore.
Yoongi musters up the courage for the first time and stands up to Jimin and his mother, saying he won't accuse them of something they didn't do wrong.
Seokjin just smiled at that sight.
Seokjin was happy, regardless of the situation, because it seemed like Yoongi and the little boy had finally escaped some of the mistakes that weren't his fault.
"Park Jimin, tell me you won't sue me right now and disappear from my sight."
"Min Yoongi, did you just crawl up here?"
Jimin, whose mind was twisted by Yoongi's sudden change and creeping up, grabbed Yoongi by the collar once again, and Seokjin, who saw that, picked up his phone and turned it off.
And then he tapped it a few times as if touching it, brought it to his ear, stepped forward so that Jimin and his mother could hear, pushed aside the detective, and stood next to Yoongi to talk.
"Hey Chanyeol, it's me. Didn't you ask me to find some news stories for you?"
"What the hell are you trying to do?"
"What do you think about the son of a member of the National Assembly being assaulted at a police station?"
Shit, Jimin cursed and threw Yoongi by the collar, then snatched Seokjin's phone and threw it. He threw it so hard that the phone was so badly damaged that it was unrecognizable from its original condition and fell to the floor.
Seokjin slowly picked up the broken cell phone.
Meanwhile, Yoongi grabbed Jimin by the collar and spoke to him as if warning him, putting his face right in front of his nose.
"So, just shut up and get out, Congressman's son."
"I'll bill you for your phone bill later, sir."
Yoongi let go of Jimin's collar as if he was throwing it away and left the police station with Seokjin. They heard Jimin swearing behind them, but the two of them didn't pay any attention.
And Seokjin, who coolly threw away the broken phone in the trash, went to the phone store with Yoongi and bought a new phone of the same model. Yoongi showed an apologetic look, but Seokjin smiled and patted Yoongi's head, telling him it was okay.
Although he was scared of what was to come, Yoongi felt more relieved than ever. It was so nice to no longer have to admit to something he didn't do wrong.
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"Fuck!!!!!! Aaak!!!!!"
Meanwhile, Jimin, who had returned home, threw things at me as soon as he entered my room and vented his anger. I can't forget the look in Yoongi's eyes at that time.
Jimin found those eyes, which seemed to be looking at a pitiful person, very irritating and annoying. As soon as they found out that I was the son of a member of the National Assembly, everyone knelt before me.
Even though he didn't do anything wrong, he would crawl under his feet and say that he was wrong, and no one would say that he was wrong no matter what he did. That's why Jimin got even angrier.
"Am I wrong? Don't make me laugh!!!, it's because I'm Min Yoongi."
"..I'll kill you...I'll kill you!!!!!"
Jimin's eyes, which had been causing a ruckus in the room, changed. As if he couldn't see anything, he searched through the drawer under the bed, took out a large box cutter, and stood up.
Jimin's mother, who had been fidgeting on the first floor due to Jimin's screams, came down with a disheveled look in her eyes and quickly grabbed Jimin's arm as she saw him heading towards the front door.
"Jimin, where are you going like this!"
"Don't worry, I'll come back alive."
Jimin's mother, who felt the life in Jimin's appearance as he shook her hand away and spoke, collapsed as soon as Jimin left and closed the door.
I felt uneasy, as if something was going to happen. The murderous intent I felt from Jimin was the same murderous intent I felt a long time ago when my husband tried to kill Yoongi, who was a newborn, right in front of me, calling him a disgrace to the family.
'Please...please don't...Jimin...'