Predestination (운명)

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Taehyung and Namjoon were walking down the busy streets of Seoul, to get distracted from the stress building up in the case that they were currently handling. The neon lights illuminated the city as billboards displayed colorful advertisements, but for Taehyung, it was all monochromatic and lifeless. He couldn't think straight, he badly wanted to see you and hold you in his arms. Just the mere thought of you would tear him up.

Currently, he was holding back his weakness, he didn't want to breakdown in front of his friend. "What do you say, should we go there." The dimple smiled man pointed at a club in the corner. If Namjoon had not mapped it for Taehyung, he would've never noticed the small two-floored ugly building. "You know, we might get some clues." Namjoon persuaded and the detective nodded, agreeing. The brown haired male was reminded of the interrogation of the suspects.

"We-we payed enough for our client in return for the two girls." A fat man, rings around his fingers, admitted, his body trembling, aware of the consequences. "The little girl, those illegal egg sellers took her for a good price-"

"And what about the older one." Namjoon glared, ready to hit the culprit with the baton he was holding.

In fear of the beatings that he had already received, he looked down and replied, "I exactly don't know why those men bought her, but it seemed like she's going to be put in the prostitution-"

Namjoon motioned for the man to stop and immediately stepped out of the dark room. You both had been friendly with each other and Namjoon treated you like his sister, so he couldn't listen anything bad happening to you. He wanted to save you. 'How will I tell Taehyung about this?' The policeman thought. 'I myself can't resist all of this happening to Y/n, it must be hard for him.'

The two men were casually dressed, so they seemed like young men who came to the club to get wasted. They ordered few drinks so as to not seem suspicious, and observed the surroundings. The entire placed reeked of alcohol and sweat. Taehyung's nose scrunched in disgust as the bitter aroma of alcohol hit his nose.

Namjoon could barely see his surroundings because of all the DJ lighting. His eyes widened when he saw few of the couples making out, but managed to get through them. After a quick check around the club, he lost the hopes of finding any clues that could lead to you. There were barely any suspicious people around.

Coming back to Taehyung with a disappointed look, he sat next to him and chugged his drink, frustrated. Taehyung smiled lightly and pat his friend's back, "It's okay, we'll find her, and somehow I feel like that we're going to see her, soon." He assured but deep down, he was scared too. He was scared of not seeing you in his life again. He bit his lip, trying to stop the negative thoughts that'd consume his already unstable mindset.

He picked up his drink and raised his chin to consume the vodka, but his eyes fell on something really familiar which made him stop midway. "What happened?" Namjoon was quick to notice but Taehyung didn't say anything, he was still in the same position, as if he was examining something. Few seconds later, evident teardrops slipped down his cheeks and Namjoon got worried. "Y-Y/n." Taehyung mumbled before getting up and running towards you as Namjoon followed.

Taehyung was met with a scene which he had never imagined. Your fragile body had hovered over a man who's eyes held pure lust, Taehyung wanted to punch the man for looking at you in the dirtiest mind possible. Your husband held your wrist and quickly pulled you up and made you rest your head on his chest.

Meanwhile, the man who was 'enjoying' with you got up furiously, about to argue when Namjoon stopped him, "If you don't wanna end up in jail, then stay put." He warned but the mans ego was overwhelming, "And what will you do? Pathetic fu*k." He spat but was immediately kicked on the shin, making him fall on his knees and gasp in pain. "You-"

"Kim Namjoon, Officer at Seoul City Police Department." The speaker showed his ID as proof and the people in the club gasped in shock and for a minute, the building was silent. Taking this as the opportunity, Namjoon led Taehyung to the exist as he held you in his arms.

"N-Namjoon, she's dr-drugged." Taehyung couldn't control his weakness now. He cried, his legs shaking in terror, he wanted you safe. But looking at your vulnerable state, he blamed himself for not finding you sooner, "It's a-all my fault-"

"Shh, no, it's not your fault, we'll take her to hospital first hmm?" Namjoon opened the door for the passenger seat in his car and Taehyung got in quickly. They had no time to waste.

Next day

Taehyung didn't even yawn the previous, he stayed up all night, waiting to be with you. When he was allowed to see you after few hours, in your ward, he sat next to your bed, watching carefully.

"It's MDMA, thankfully they didn't drug her too much, the effect will stay for few more hours. Besides that, there are some wounds on her body that needs to be cured."

"Wounds?" Taehyung questioned. The doctor nodded nervously, "Yeah it seemed like she resisted the abuser, and they have hit her badly, or kicked too. The bruises looked bad." Taehyung let out a monotonous 'Oh', trying his best to stay stable.

"So sir, we scanned her body and we have bad news."

"W-What is it-" Taehyung clenched his fist, preparing himself for a huge blow. "Your wife can't get pregnant anymore, her uterus is completely damaged." The doctor answered sorrowfully, she herself feeling bad about the entire situation.

Taehyung hung his head low and just nodded before turning around and jogging out. He reached to the empty rooftop and slid down, completely breaking down after controlling his sadness. She always wanted to have babies. "What did she do that she's suffering like this? I HATE THIS SO MUCH!" He cried louder, releasing all of his pent up sorrow.

Just then, a ding on his phone stop him from crying more. He hadn't used his phone for almost a week now. There had been numerous missed calls, mostly from his parents and Areum. And the recent call was from the latter. Not wanting to drag it longer, he called her back whilst clearing his throat, trying to sound strict.

"Tae-ah, I want to talk something important-"

"Same, come to National Hospital."

"Why-" "Don't ask." He muttered and cut the call.