I parked my car in the parking structure of my parent’s main office building. In an obvious hurry I nearly snagged my cardigan as flew out of the car door. I bolted over to the structure’s elevator like I was the heel dash champion, my work bag clutched tightly in my trembling fingers. After reaching my floor, I quickened my pace to an all-out sprint as the thought of Taehyung being arrested looped through my mind. The slapping of my wedges resonated around the halls of the nearly deafening silence of the office building. My head was spinning and I was feeling a little light headed when I finally reached my office. I discarded my bag into the corner of the room and sat down at my desk, logging on to my computer. A series of knocks sounded off through the room as I signed in for work. I was too concerned with making sure I was punched in to notice the two figures standing in front of my desk. Once I was finished, I pushed back my chair and looked ahead of me. “Mom…dad…” I sigh wide eyeing the two of them. They didn’t say a thing. They just watched me as I slowly stood and inched towards the door under the pressure of the awkward silence of the room. “Where are you going, (y/n), you just got here?” Dad asked tilting his head and staring at me with furrowed brows. “I’m going to go get some coffee…” I said with a small smile. Mom shook her head. “You shouldn’t be drinking coffee.” She began her mom session. “You should be drinking water or something.” She nagged on as I left the room. “I’ll be back soon.” I called out to the two bosses and then took off towards the elevator.

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I was sitting at beside the desk of the officer who had arrested Taehyung. He looked frustrated and utterly annoyed. He was sifting through a file, one that was way bigger than the one I would imagine Taehyung would have. I looked down at his badge Na was his last name. “Officer Na,” I started but he put up his hand to silence me. I raised an eyebrow and sat back in my seat. “What’s your name?” he asked setting the file on his desk wide open. “(y/n).” I say sharply with the same attitude his hand gave me. His lip twitched as he wrote that information down. “Why are you writing this down?” I asked looking at his paper while he wrote. “Can you just bring Taehyung to me?!” I was agitated and I wanted to take this boy and go back to work. This officer chuckled to himself and scribbled more stuff down on this paper. “Kim Taehyung is being questioned for this that and the other.” He said shovin