Book 3: Restart

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Day 80

Yoongi's Pov

It didn't exactly take long to figure out why those guys were after me. Thankfully, they're not from my gang. They aren't even in a gang.

Apparently they're a group of undercover cops that are currently looking for me. Why? I don't know. Even though I said that it would take two weeks, it didn't need to.

I still wasn't going to go home yet though.
I unblocked the others numbers, knowing that they weren't in any danger since they didn't exactly do anything.

I rang Jackson's number, smiling as he picked up on the second ring like usual.
"Yoongi! Are you hurt! What happened?!" I smiled and ran a hand through my black hair, my tongue slipping out to nip at my silver lip piercings.

"Nope. It's actually the opposite. A group of undercover cops are looking for me. In case something happens I called you since I'm going down to the police station."

"Oh......" Jackson didn't sound happy, and that put a frown on his face.
"You know I didn't do anything....right?"

It was silent, and my frown deepened.
"I can't trust that Yoongi. Remember those three years you were gone?"

I grit my teeth. All Iwanted to do was cuss him out. What I also didn't know, was that Jackson was on speaker, six nosy people standing over his phone.

"I didn't break any laws during that period of time I promise. Look, just tell Jungkook and Taehyung that Sooyeon is safe and that they don't have to worry. I'll call you again if something happens ok?"

I hung up, not waiting for an answer. Those years I did not want to talk about at all. Those were the worst three years of my life, even worse than spending my entire childhood with my father or watching my mom and stepdad die.

It was so much worse.

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"What's your name sir?"
"Min Yoongi."

The man at the desk stopped, staring up at me for a while before he smacked his lips together, grabbing the desk phone next to him. He called someone while looking at me, soon setting it down and giving me a fake grin.

"Follow me." I did as told, not roaming my eyes around the simple police station too much. "Stay here." He led me to an interrogation room, a room with a two way mirror, a metal table, and two metal chairs.

He didn't even wait for me to sit down, already slamming the door behind me. I rolled my eyes at the officer, dragging my feet over to the chair facing the two way mirror.

I couldn't see who was behind it, but they could see me. It made me anxious, leaving me to continuously glance up and play with my fingers.

Suddenly the door opened, and I looked up to see a man out of uniform. I furrowed my eyebrows. What?

He had on a button up light blue shirt, dark blue slacks paired with black dress shoes. He had a vanilla folder in his had, a friendly smile on his face. What's going on?

"Hello, Yoongi. Do you know why you're here?" I shook my head, looking from his face to the two way mirror.

"Well I'll show you." He sits down, opening the folder and laying it flat against the shiny table. He takes out three pictures, turning them around and placing them in front of me.

It was a dead body. Three angles of a dead body. Who....? "That is Jung Youngjae in that picture, better yet know as YJ, leader of the gang you used to be in."

Blood rushed to my ears. He can't be serious...right? He's...dead?
"You looked shocked?" Obviously fuck head I didn't kill him.

"Ok look, I didn't kill him."
The man nodded.
"Didn't YJ rat you out to the police?" Of course. They're trying to make it seem like I had some kind of revenge plan.

"Yes. I didn't kill him ok? Weren't they all in prison anyway? How would I have anything to do with him when he was locked away."

The man intertwined his fingers, staring at me hard. "YJ escaped a couple months ago. It wasn't made public so people wouldn't panic. We believe that he's been stalking you."

I froze. What? Does that mean.....that I unknowingly put the others in danger still? Sooyeon?

"I believe that he wasn't working with anyone else at this time. If you haven't killed him, do you know who did?"

I slammed my hands on the table, standing up, my heart racing in my ears.
"No! I haven't been apart of that gang shit for years! I don't fucking know ok! I don't know who killed him, and I certainly didn't kill him! Can I leave now?"

I was panicking. Did something happen to them while I was gone? Did someone go after them? Is Jackson actually watching them? What-

"Yoongi." I looked down at the man, watching how he watched my every move.
"Please sit down." I did so unwillingly, bitting my lip anxiously.

"Do you have something to hide? Is that why you're acting like that?"

"God, no!" I needed to check up on them. I just had to.

"Then why-"
"If YJ was stalking me there's no telling what he could've done! I have friends that could be involved that shouldn't! You don't know if he wasn't giving other gangs information! They could be in danger right now and I don't have time for this!"

I got up and headed to the door, only for the man to stop me. "Yoongi, calm down-"
"STOP USING MY FUCKING NAME YOU DONT KNOW ME!" I tried to pry my way through him, but he wouldn't even budge.

"Yoongi. We are positive that your friends are not in danger. YJ was working alone. But he died two cities away from where you are now, so they're safe."

Those words made me calm down a little, but I still looked at him skeptical. "Then why would you accuse me of murder and ask if I knew who murdered him?"

"Even if it was two cities down you were the only one connected to him from the outside world."

I took a few steps back, calm all over again like I was when I first got here.
"I'm not involved with any gangs. I don't know anything about any drugs, connections, nothing. I didn't even know YJ was out or stalking me so clearly I'm innocent! I also have no clue who would do that to him either."

The man nodded, taking something out of his shirt pocket. "If you find anything, please call this number or come back to the police station."

I take the thin card from in between his fingers, stuffing it inside of my back pocket with a faraway look. Definitely not calling.

I walk away towards the front of the police station, not paying attention to anything besides the burning piece of plastic in my back pocket.

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Lynn~~