My Lover From The Stars

• TWENTY-TWO •

            A WEEK LATER… 

Jungkook's  POV, 

Standing at the huge gate that led to the Seoul Gangnam Police station I found myself strangely reluctant to go inside. This was not the first time I was there or going to talk to the police— on the day my parents died the hospital was crowded with them. The inspector who was in charge of that case talked so nicely to me and I was fascinated by the pride they held wearing the uniform and decided to become a police officer when I grew up. But when I was grown up, I didn't find anything charming about being a cop, engaging in catfights everyday in every alley of the city. I found my interest in music which suited my artistic mind.

  "Excuse me," A sudden honk of a police car and a thick voice roared from behind, "You're blocking the gate." 

I apologised and stepped inside. 

  "Here's my card, Jeon Jungkook, nephew of Kang Peyong." I gave my ID to the lady constable at the reception who checked my uncle's name in her computer and outstretched her hand to her left, 

  "Go this way, second to the last room."

  "Thank you."

The reception area was crowded with strange looking people not giving me any attention as I walked through. It was the police station, maybe that's why I thought everyone here was strange. I remembered seven years ago my uncle took me here to claim my legal custody which he got easily being my nearest relative. His intention wasn't bad—he wanted to give me a home, although I felt it would be better for both of us if I were left in an orphanage where I wouldn't feel lonely all the time. 

I knocked, opened the door immediately when called. My uncle, who was a few centimetres taller than me, looked much shorter sticking to the chair, shrinking his backbone. Being aware of my presence he straightened his back, focus shifted to me, stress lines digging grooves into his forehead and around his eyes, fingers trembling on his knees. 

I looked past him at the other man present there. The middle aged uniformed officer was sitting across from my uncle, doping his nose in a file. 

  "Have a seat." He murmured, not looking. 

  I didn't sit but stood beside my uncle's chair. "Can you please make it quickly, officer, I've classes this afternoon."

  The officer finally lifted his head, looked at me through his rimless spectacles,  "You're a student?"

  "Yes." 

  "I see." The officer glanced at my uncle and said, "He told you why he was arrested?"  

Attempting stealing liquor from a bar. My uncle cried on the phone this morning. 

  Taking a steadying breath I said, "I don't know anything about it."

  The officer explained what happened late at night at the bar and added, "The owner of the bar didn't press charges because of their bar's reputation but requested us to keep him in the lock up because it was his second time doing something like this."

  "I think the same." I said, making my uncle flinch at me. "But he was drunk that time, totally unaware of what he was doing." 

  "Please. Give me one last chance." My uncle clasped his hands together, begged—to me, to the officer or to God it wasn't clear. 

  "Yes please officer. Other than his alcohol addiction he didn't have any other issues." I fisted my hands behind my back to get hold of my nerves. I was literally supporting a criminal just because he was my blood relative!