A week had passed since he was caught. He was still in the same old detention room where Hoseok left him one week ago and sometimes, Namjoon wondered why hadn't the police moved him to some other jails or detention centres with better surveillance and more security guards. After the incident with Hoseok's break in, they had only repaired the CCTV system and asked if the two fainted police were hurt anywhere. Other than that, there was nothing. He was still being kept in the same old room with the same old police in the police station.

Namjoon stared at his crossed fingers on his laps. He had to admit that life behind the bars was indeed dull and boring. The air was still, just like the empty plate lay across the floor. Namjoon had just had his lunch, a plate of plain rice and a piece of chicken which tasted like hard wood that he could barely swallowed without the aid of a glass of plain water. This was already the fourth time he complained about the food to the police in charge but all he got was a nod in the head and no inprovement in the meals provided. He wondered if all the prisoners that stayed there before him get the same treatment or it was only him.

The sound of boots against the simen told him that the police was here to collect his empty plate and Namjoon closed his eyes. The sounds of the boots stopped right in front of him and a moment later, the plate was picked up and the police marched away with a grunt. Namjoon did not open his eyes even after the sound of the boots faded away. He recalled the conversation between him and Yoo Wonshik in a small private room when he was brought to the head of KCS who wanted to have a personal talk with him two days ago.

"Please have a seat, Namjoon."

Namjoon eyed the man in front of him before he sat on the chair that was placed in front of a table. The whole set up looked as if he was a criminal brought over to be questioned and Namjoon couldn't help but laughed. He had always imagined a day like this to happen but when it really did happen, it looked so unrealistic and somehow ridiculously funny.

Namjoon's sudden eruption of laughter brought a quirk on Yoo Wonshik's brow but the man remained emotionless as he motioned for the other police to leave the room and waited for the laughter to die down.

"What is it that you want to talk to me about, Mr. Head Officer of Korea Crime Squad?" Namjoon asked in a mocked tone when the door was shut from the other side and he could no longer see the other police. He tilted the chair he was sitting on to the back and swung his legs over the table, ignoring the stares from Yoo Wonshik. His initial intention was to make the man across the table to be mad at him and seeing that the grip Wonshik had on the pen he was holding tightened, Namjoon considered his actions successful. He continued to laugh and the chair underneath him rocked slightly with the force as it carried Namjoon's weight with only two out of four of its legs.

Only when Namjoon's laughter stopped that he leaned to the front and asked in a serious tone.

"Is my daughter with the rest of your teammates?"

Namjoon expected some harsh questions. He even expected some beatings from Wonshik seeing that both his hands and feet were cuffed yet he still mocked and laughed at the man. Namjoon believed that he had expected the unexpected and nothing Yoo Wonshik said will ever surprised him. However, he was wrong. It only took one single question from Yoo Wonshik to throw him off the ground. 

Namjoon's eyes narrowed to a thin line. His legs were back on the ground and his body was leaned slowly to the front as he whispered, "What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean? Of course I'm talking about Yoo Jungmi, my only daughter."  Yoo Wonshik answered like it was the most normal answer in the world. "I believed you know her, don't you? She's been living under the same roof as you lots for the past one month or so now, hadn't she?"

"Yoo Jungmi...is your daughter?" Although they had been informed about this not too long ago when the explosion occured and all of them thought Hoseok was dead, Yoongi had did a checkup on the girl's profile and confirmed that she was unrelated to this old man in front of him now. Or was it because she had her real identity hidden so well that even Yoongi failed to track it down?

As if he had only remembered it, the man snapped his fingers and exclaimed, "Ahh, she must have use a fake name to hide her identity. Why am I so stupid all of a sudden?"

Seeing that Namjoon did not reply him, Wonshik continued, "You see, she was sent by me to be an undercover in your group when I've heard the rumors that the Death Note had went missing and your team had accepted the request to find the note."

He paused and looked at Namjoon.

Namjoon's head hung low and the shadows casted shades over his features, covering his expression from Yoo Wonshik's view. So Jungmi was sent by this man after all. She was after the note, and them.

Although Yoo Wonshik couldn't see Namjoon's expression, he was certain that the man had fell into his trap. Indeed Jungmi was his daughter, but he never sent her over to be an undercover. The daughter of his had ran away from home to help her brother to find the Death Note so that their father will stop hunting his son down. It was kind of a long story but truth be told, Mr. Yoo just happened to find out that his daughter was now living together with the Bangtan Investigator Team. And he thought it would be a good chance to use her as a bait to make Namjoon confessed everything.

"So that's how you know all our names?"

Namjoon raised his head and looked at the police officer standing in front of him. He remembered that time when Yoo Wonshik claimed that he had an informer who knew a great deal of Bangtan Investigator Team during an interview with the news reporter not long ago. 

"Oh no! That wasn't Jungmi I'm talking about." Something wicked flashed across Yoo Wonshik's eyes as he bent down and whispered in Namjoon's ear, "I was talking about Suga."

"What?!"

"Suga. He was our informer right from the start, your best friend, Min Yoongi." The smile on Yoo Wonshik's face spread wider as Namjoon's eyes widen with each word.

"I suppose you never doubt him when he said that he wanted to quit as a military officer years ago,huh?" The man tsked as he walked around the small room, his eyes never left Namjoon, "Too bad he lied, he is the one that constantly updated us of your team's little activities, you know. He's the little traitor every team has."

None of them spoke after Yoo Wonshik finished talking and after a while, Namjoon's voice broke the silence.

"Why are you telling me all of these now?"

The man in uniform placed both his hands on the table and leaned forward, placing his eyes in the same level as Namjoon's before he answered, his words stern and full of confidence.

"I want to let you know that you're fighting a losing war, Namjoon-sshi. Even if you don't want to cooperate with us, your team will eventually fall into our hands along with the Death Note. So I'm here to give you a suggestion. Tell us everything you know about the note and I promise that I will help you and your teammates to have a better life in jail later on."

"..."

"So what's your answer?"

"Give me some time...to think it over."

"Hey! You in the jail! Are you alright?"

Namjoon's hands went limp and fell to his sides. His head still hung low with his eyes tightly shut. He could hear someone shouting over the bars, asking him if he was alright but he did not answer the call. 

"Damn! I think he fainted!" One of the police cursed and rushed to the back to get the keys to unlock the metal door. After punching in a series of code and a few twists and turns of the metal key in the key hole, the police finally managed to unlock the door. He aimed his gun at Namjoon and shouted once again, asking if the prisoner can hear his voice but Namjoon ignored the question. The police turned and looked at his friend who was standing by the door. Nodding his head once, he moved slowly and steadily towards the unmoving man in the small detention room and shook the man slightly.

This was the moment Namjoon was waiting for. In the spur of the moment, his eyes flickered open and he slided his leg, successfully tripping the police nearest to him and banged his head with the police, knocking the poor man unconscious in a matter of seconds. A little taken aback by Namjoon's sudden movement, the other police wasted no time as he aimed at the man and fired while shouting for him to raise his hands on the same time. Of course Namjoon paid no heed to the poor man's advice. He slided across the floor and avoided the bullet before pulling the gun from the hand of the fainted police and aimed it at the police in front of the door.

"Move aside." Namjoon clicked the trigger and tilted his head. When the police did not budge from the metal door, he pulled the small metal without as much as blinking his eyes. The sound of the bullet escaped from the gun shook the small detention room and Namjoon walked out of the room in slow and steady steps. Behind him, on the wall beside the dead police, was a trail of words written with blood.

This is my decision. 

Namjoon believed Yoo Wonshik will know the meaning behind these words once the man saw it. It was his reply to the head officer's invitation. He might have spy in his team and Yoongi might have betrayed him all these times for 's sake, but he will never betray his own team. Never.

"Yoo Jungmi and Min Yoongi, watch out. I'm coming for both of you."

Seokjin knew there was something going on in Jimin's mind. The boy often blanked out during the day when no one was talking to him. He also noticed that Jimin had jerked in surprised a few times when others talked to him. This was something that had never occured to the young boy before and Seokjin wondered what had frightened him so much. It wasn't that he didn't ask, in fact, he had tried to make the younger talk twice but Jimin assured him that he was alright. That he had just had a few nightmares these days. 

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