Dallas' POV

I waited for Joon to go to work before I got up and got dressed. When I came home last night he asked me where I was. It didn't feel right to lie to him, so I didn't. I explained why I needed to meet with Jungkook and what happened. He seemed to be appeased but I had to tell him about the kiss.

"Joon, wait! Something else happened..." He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me. He was worried. "He, uh, well when he went to leave he turned around and he... he kissed me," I whispered. I expected him to scream or yell or throw something but he didn't. He simply nodded and walked down the hallway to the bedroom and went to bed.

He still hadn't said anything to me, didn't even kiss me goodbye like he usually does. I would've worried about it some more but I didn't have time. I needed to meet Kookie. I threw my clothes on and ran out the door. As I was rushing down the sidewalk my phone rang. I looked to see who was calling but all it said was UNKNOWN NUMBER. I answered it.

"Dallas. I heard you were back. Can't say I'm surprised honestly," they said. I couldn't pinpoint the voice, but at least I knew it wasn't my father. It could still be a trap though.

"Who is this?" I questioned. There was a quiet chuckle on the other line.

"We shouldn't do this over the phone. I'll be waiting for you at the police station after you finish up with Jungkook." And then radio silence. To say I was curious was an understatement. Good thing I strapped my gun on this morning before I left. I couldn't worry about this mysterious caller now, I had to focus.

I made it to the station and walked in. I saw Kookie sitting at a lone desk near the back and made my way over to him. When I sat down he looked up and slid over a slim folder. I went to open it and he slammed his hand down on it.

"Not here, open it later. That's all we know. I request that you keep this information to yourself, it could cost me my job. Understand?" he said. I nodded quietly and slipped the folder into my jacket and stood up. "Namjoon paid me a visit," he spoke up as I went to turn away. I turned back and saw him staring down into his coffee cup.

"What?"

"He came by this morning. Said he needed to talk to me. Let me ask you, how long have you guys been together?" he asked me.

"Since the night I came to visit you. After I left, I was distraught. He was there for me. It just happened," I answered truthfully. He seemed to mull that over for a second before answering.

"Do you love him?" he asked quietly.

"I do, but not how he loves me. I will never love anyone the same way I love you, I don't think my heart is big enough," I replied. He didn't say anything so I took that as my queue to leave. I walked out.

I descended the steps to see a sleek black car out front. The windows were blacked out as well making it impossible for me to see who was driving it. My phone beeped and I took it out and looked down to see a text from the unknown number.

'Get in'

I took a deep breath and walked toward the car. I felt my heart racing. I opened the door and slid in. Closing the door I turned to look at the driver and gasped.

"Hello Dallas."

"Min Yoongi?!"