The Bottom Namjoon Collection!

Break me (Part 10 out of 11)

Regret hit Namjoon much faster than he wanted or expected. Maybe it was the snow, cold and unforgiving, or maybe it was the gun pointed at his forehead only 500 metres from Jungkook's house the second he turned a corner.

It was a lot faster than what he had hoped for, and the man that met his eyes on the other side of the gun was the last person that Namjoon had hoped or wished to see.

Choi Kyungsik had been Namjoon's partner since he first earned his detective badge, and he was the one that Namjoon had found out was corrupt and bent. Which meant that he was the worst person for Namjoon to meet in this moment.

Fuck.

Fuck.

FUCK!

"Well, hello rat." Kyungsik's voice had always grated on Namjoon's ears, but when he spoke in that low and slow drawl, clearly trying to sound scary, it was as if Namjoon's ears were actively trying to remove themselves from the conversation.

The fear and the uncomfortable pain from hearing that specific voice, combined with the freezing temperature, made Namjoon's entire body freeze up, unsure of what to do and how to react.

As he stared down the other cop, it felt like his brain was working at half speed; his body wanted to move, but his brain refused to send the signals to move.

"Detective Choi." For a desperate moment, he wondered if he could play it off as if he had no idea what was going on.

The word 'rat' should have been enough of a sign, but Namjoon could still feel the desperate beating of his heart as he looked over his former partner. His former partner, whom he had indeed tried to rat out, and who seemingly knew exactly what Namjoon had done.

"You thought that you could just kill the chief, string him up in the town square for all to see, and then walk around thinking none of us would see you?" The words were spat out with a level of hate that Namjoon didn't quite expect.

He had never seen Kyungsik put that much emotion into anything. For a long while, Namjoon had thought that he was nearly emotionless. In all the cases they had worked on, he never seemed to feel for any of the victims or anything akin to that. It was why Namjoon hadn't been surprised when it turned out that he was dirty. For Namjoon at least, one of the reasons he had wanted to be a detective was how much he felt and cared for the victims, and how much he wanted justice for them. It had seemed wrong that his partner would feel nothing, wouldn't care about all the hurt they saw.

Now there was finally emotion in his voice, and all Namjoon could wish for was to be anywhere else. "I didn't kill the chief." His voice came out less steady than he wanted; he couldn't stop staring at the gun.

Was this how it would all end? Was this truly how everything was meant to be over?

"You want me to believe that you tried to rat us out to the chief, barely managed to survive when finding out that he is on our side, not yours, and then disappear. Only to show up the day after the chief has been killed, all of his secrets, OUR SECRETS, revealed in papers lying around his body, filling the area before any of us could stop it? I don't know which fucking hell hole you were hiding in, but you should have stayed there! You ruined all of it!" Kyungsik was starting to lose his grip on what was happening, his voice getting louder, seemingly not caring who would hear them. His eyes bulged and spit flew from his mouth to Namjoon's face as he spat the words more than he spoke them.

It couldn't be more than 4 am, and Namjoon regretted that he hadn't looked closer at the phone when he took the call to actually see what time it was.

The snow had started falling again, thick and heavy snowflakes landing on his skin only to instantly melt. It was cold, but Namjoon wasn't feeling it in that moment, too focused on staring down Kyungsik, desperately trying to find the words that would get him out of this alive.