OOF Hotline |【NCT】

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"D-dad?..."
I stuttered, confused as to how my father who died when I was 13, was standing in front of me. I reasoned to myself that maybe the chloroform had impaired my vision temporarily, so I blinked hard a few times, but the man who looked identical to my father still stood at the other end of the table, smiling at me.
"Princess. We finally meet once more. I'm so sorry it took me so long to come to you, but the timing wasn't exactly right yet. But I'm here now"
"H-how the... How the hell are you alive? How are you here??? Where's mom!?" I shouted, upset and confused. His once happy expression turned sad, and I watched his features drop dramatically.
"Your mother is.. Uhm.. Your mother is no longer with us.."
"W-.. What?" I asked, baffled.
"She, uh.. She didn't survive during the raid.."
"Raid??? What raid?? What are you saying?!??" I asked, feeling the sweat beads form on my temples and slowly drip down the sides of my face.

{ oh god... Please not now.. Please don't let me have an episode right now... } I thought to myself, watching my dad closely as he hung his head, rubbing his forehead despairingly with his finger tips. He lifted his head once more, and began making his way toward me, a sorrowful expression on his face. Once he reached me, he knelt down beside the seat in which I was sitting, and gently placed his hand on my own.
"Azumi. Princess.. Daddy hasn't told you quite everything about himself and what he does for a living.."
I looked at him, severely confused and now intensely curious.
"Okay? So tell me then.. What do you do? And what does that have to do with mom and why she died?!??"
"I don't wanna rush thi-"
"Just fucking tell me!!" I shouted, frustrated that he was dragging on. He jumped slightly at the volume of my angry demand, but quickly cleared his throat, standing up.
"The day mom died.. A rival mob boss and his crew had raided our home.. I was once friends with this man, but he turned on me. He was after what I had, and he stopped at nothing to gain control of all my belongings, including my family's lives.. Luckily, you were at a friend's that day, but your mother.. She... She couldn't hide from them.."

"I'm sorry.. Mob boss? Are you a mob boss too??"
"Yes, bu-"
"Why??? Why are you.. an-? Why did you not protect mom?? WHY DID YOU LET HER DIE!?!! This is all your fault... How could you be this way?? How are you in that business? How did I not know!?? Does Kaitlyn know??? Have you hid it from her too?? Did mom know???? How ca-"
"AZUMI!!" my father's voice boomed through the room, startling me "Calm down please.. Give me the chance to explain.."
"No.. I don't-.. I can't handle this... I can't be near you right now.. I'm leaving"
"Azumi... Please just let m-"
"NO!" I shouted, standing up from the chair I had been in for what felt like hours, causing the chair to fall backwards from the force of my stance. I faced my father, tears welled in my eyes as I spoke
"I don't want to see you, and I don't want to hear what you have to say.. What you just confirmed is that you're responsible for mother's death.. If you're lucky, I'll hear you out one day.. But today isn't that day" were my final words to my father whom I deemed deceased, before I stormed toward the door and out of the building.
"Just leave her.. But keep an eye" I heard my father's last words to his guard before I fully left the premises.

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×Taeyong POV

"What are you talking about?!! This is the exact plate number!! Would you just do your job and find this vehicle?!?!" I demanded, annoyed at the moronic police officer who seemed to not know what the hell he was doing.
"Sir, I've told you three times now, this plate is a fake.. It's not in our system.. I can't help you"
"I can help you.. Please step into my office" I heard a deep voice say to the left of where I was standing. There, a tall, broad shouldered man was standing, outside of a door I had only assumed to be his office, awaiting my response to his request. I peered back at the officer I was talking to momentarily, before snatching my notes from his hand and walking into the office of the man who said he could help. Before the man could shut the door completely, it was halted by someone, blocking the door from shutting.