Whilst Jangmi was at school, her father was met with documents from Park. The shorter male crossed his arms with a frown, tilting his head with confusion and irritation.
"... I told you I'm on vacation, Taehyung. Don't fucking bother me about some school teacher ever again."
Taehyung sighed, closed documents in hands. Sitting in his office chair. "I pay you hyung, how else were you suppose to afford tag trip to Brazil? Look at you, you're five shades darker."
"And thank you for that, really," Jimin says before slamming his hands against the desk. "But a fucking teacher? Out of all people, your daughter's teacher is who you want to antagonize?"
"Jimin, she was almost kidnapped," Taehyung glared when his hands hit the wood. "He was a witness, we don't now who has the motives to take my fucking kid. I cant trust anybody, you know that. As soon as Jangmi is in danger, I want every suspects' documents in my office asap. I care about my daughter's safety to the core."
"You think her own teacher has motives?," Jimin shook his head, "He doesn't even know you, Taehyung."
He moves away and crossed his arms. "Think about all the gangs you threatened first," Jimin frowns, "The Ilsan Red, Gwangju Piece, Gangnam ninety-five. Let's not forget the foreign dealers you fucked with before Jangmi was even born."
Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair frustratingly. "So what am I suppose to do? Kill every single gang out there?"
Jimin grunted, leaning over the desk to flick Taehyung's forehead. "No, you goddamn psycho. Think first before you act. Jangmi's teacher should be at the end of the line of suspects."
Taehyung scowled, glaring back at the man as he rubbed his forehead. "Just let me read his documents, alright? Let me have a sense of reassurance for five minutes."
"Fine."
Jimin pulled up a chair obnoxiously and sat down. Taehyung opened the file, photos being the first to be held in his slender fingers.
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Jimin lets out a loud exhale. "... Kim Namjoon," he says, "Age Twenty four, born in Ilsan. His parents are divorced, and had a twin sister. Kim Namkyu, who committed suicide. He went to University in Seoul to major in Criminal Investigation before changing majors to Teaching. Apparently, he was enrolled into a rehabilitation center after his father reported him of using illegal substances when he was only around sixteen years old."
"... He's got some connections with my ex-boyfriend," The man sighed, huffing. "He's familiar with Seokjin, but I don't know why. Other than that, he's clean. He's either innocent or he's persistent with keeping himself hidden from some other work."
Taehyung nodded, pursing his lips. "... Send out some trackers this saturday, I want to know his routine. I'm working on transferring Jangmi to a private school."
He closes the file and places it in a cabinet in his desk. "... Report back to me with whatever you have by sunday, and you better have something. I don't want any bullshit."
Jimin got up and nodded firmly. Turning to leave, but stopped when a knock came to the door.
"Come in," Taehyung says.
The door opens and a maid bows at the two men before cupping her hands. "... S-Sir..."
"Yes?"
The maid pursed her lips before speaking.
"... You got a voicemail reminding of Parent Teacher conferences start next monday. It's mandatory for guardians, what time and day do you wish to set for a conference?"
