stay. [bts/taekook vampire fanfic]

ix.chapter

For Seokjin, salvation comes when the minute hand on his watch reaches seven o'clock. That's the moment when he leaves the chair on which he has spent the whole afternoon fiddling anxiously because of how tremendously slow the time passed by – just like a snail which tries to get through one side of the street to the other. And just before the finish line, some dense human being picks him up and places him back at the beginning.

In the morning, he tried to get out of work: unfortunately, he had two important meetings that he had to be part of. Still, he couldn't properly concentrate on the things that have been discussed, his stomach swirled and his fingertips itched. Then, he had to do tons of papers, calls and bunch of things on the computer. Normally, he enjoys his work. But this was the day after Jungkook's incident, which occurred during the night. He wanted to stay at home, to talk to him, to help him with food, to — well, do a lot of things.

But no. The universe had different plans. Or, more precisely, his boss had different plans.

Was he a bit bitter? Yes, yes he was. Besides, every time someone else needs to stay at home, he is there to fill in for them. Of course, only a few people could substitute him on the meetings. And it is true that all of them were busy that day... Okay, he realises that he is just being grumpy. Even while going down in the elevator, his brows are furrowed, and his expression radiates fed-upness. No one really tells him anything on his way out, and he is glad. He doesn't have to be nice all the time, right?

He relaxes only when he leaves the building and sees Namjoon standing on the pavement. His hands are hidden in the pockets of his grey pants, which match with his grey blazer. Namjoon sends a smile as Seokjin approaches him, and comments: "Why such a long face?"

"Just not my day."

They walk alongside one another, down to the car park under the building. After they get in the car, Namjoon comfortably settles in the passenger's seat and says: "I have news that could cheer you up."

Seokjin hums, as a signal for him to keep talking.

"At first stop frowning. You will get wrinkles."

"I can't get wrinkles."

"C'mon."

Seokjin shoots him a fake smile and Namjoon giggles cutely, which draws a real smirk on the older's face. "So?"

"I went to the police station, to looked at the case of the guy Jungkook attacked. Dong-Ho."

Seokjin nods as he gets out of the garage, straight into the chaotic Seoul traffic. "Did he remember you?"

"Of course he did. He pointed at me and started babbling about how I came and saved him, he cried and all that stuff. I don't like him. He stinks rich, arrogance and pretentiousness. I'm good at talking, though. I played with his mind a little, telling him there is no way I, a detective, could be there when the crime took place. I would have locked up the tortfeasor myself, right?"

Seokjin laughs. "A tortfeasor?"

"You know what I mean. The criminal. Our Jungkook. Of course, he had no other choice than agree, since it would really not make sense. And when I questioned him and he gave us the description, I asked if he knew him. When he said the boy died few months ago, it was not hard to make him look crazy. Right now, they sent him to a psychologist, who will monitor his state, and he won't work for a few weeks."

"Where does he work?"

"You already know that. He is a pimp."

"You know what I don't understand?"

"Why would Jungkook concentrate on pimps and pimps only?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm afraid we can deduce the answer to that... not a complete one, but the worst-case scenario..."