ʟᴜᴘɪɴ│ᴛᴋ [complete]

.25. ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅʟʏ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ: ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

"You want to know something about Taehyung?"

"He likes to cuddle after sex, you've already told me."

"I have? Fine. But let the record show that I have not used the s-word like you just did."

Jimin scoffed. "You may call it lovemaking, it won't change its carnal nature."

Jungkook growled at the reporter's utter lack of romanticism. "You want to know something else about Taehyung?"

"I'm not sure I do."

Jimin took a swig of lager, bracing himself for yet another needless disclosure about Jungkook and Taehyung's bedroom antics.

"He has the longest, prettiest, curliest — eyelashes."

The reporter let out a sigh. "So does Stella," he noted.

"You know what else is curly?"

"What?"

"Claude's moustache — just like the stick man the boy drew."

Jimin looked at his pint, still half-full, trying to figure how many he had gulped down already, wondering why Jungkook's ramblings weren't making any sense any more. That's when the whingeing started. "I'd never have pinned you as a maudlin drunk," uttered the reporter.

"Jimin! What do I do?" asked a beaten Jungkook.

There was no denying the detective had had one too many drinks. But despite the ethylic fog slowly taking over his brain, Jungkook's mind was buzzing with thoughts and fears he had not yet shared with the other.

Jimin decided to do what he did best: an interview. "What do you mean, what do you do?"

"You recall Hoseok's mirror? I was certain I'd seen it before."

"You had?"

"Only now do I remember where."

"Don't tell me it's at Taehyung's place."

Jungkook dropped his head in defeat. "In his very own workshop."

"When was that?"

"Awhile back, at his father's funeral."

"That's yet another clue pointing toward London's most sought-after bachelor Kim Taehyung. Is it enough to confirm he is in fact Lupin?"

"Of course not. These are all conjectures. We can't prove anything."

"What do you mean? Of course we can. Just have the police raid his place!"

"You can't just raid someone's home like that, unless you have valid suspicions and a tangible lead, neither of which we currently have because Chief Rieken doesn't believe Lupin is anything more than a mere prankster."

Jimin paused to gather his thoughts. "Hold on. I feel as though you're not addressing the real issue here."

"What issue?"

The reporter turned his head toward his friend, and looked into his eyes. "What if you had the lead, and the police back-up, would you — Detective Jeon Jungkook — actually go after him?"

Jungkook tried to hold the other's gaze but ended up breaking down instead. That's when Greyson, the bartender, walked over to their table. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry to interrupt but we're closing."

♠

The two men were staggering down the street, lost in their fuzzy cogitations, when Jungkook abruptly stopped. "What if — what if Stella had asked you to run away with her, would you have abandoned everything just to be with her?"

Jimin froze in his tracks. He had not given thought to this possibility. "I — I might have considered it."

The other sighed, yet again. "I guess everyone makes rash decisions when in love."

"You're probably right. But as Lizbeth accurately pointed out, it is not the decision that matters. It is your ability to live onward without regret."

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