FBI : love department || Park Jimin ☁️

16- room

<how's hangover?>

Jimin giggled as he watched you enter the room

<right now? pretty good, this morning? fucking awful>

you groaned making him laugh, now you were feeling a lot better, your head wasn't hurting so bad anymore, just some hours ago you felt like it was going to explode. After throwing up and drinking some painkillers you felt a lot better.

<I told you not to drink so much...>

you rolled your eyes at his statement and thanked whoever was calling him right now for interrupting his annoying speech. Jimin got up and walked to the balcony before picking up the call

<hi Jiminie>

a feminine voice squealed on the other side of the line

<hi baby, what's up?>

<I have been missing you a lot lately, how about we meet?>

Jimin smirked to himself and settled the time and the place before going back inside. He didn't pay attention to you anymore, he was focused on fidgeting with his phone

<God I think I lost the number of that hotel when I changed my phone>

Jimin groaned annoyed after some minutes making you look at him

<which hotel?>

<I wanted to meet up with Julia later but I can't find the number of our usual hotel>

his answer made you even more confused, Jimin barely invited his chicks over at his place, he usually met up with them in some club or at their place... and now he was willing to pay a whole night?

<are you going to pay a whole night just like that?>

he chuckled at your question mumbling a 'so innocent' under his breath

<no, I won't pay the whole night, just a couple of hours>

he turned back to his phone, you gasped

<Jimin that's not legal!>

you whisper-shouted, your eyes wide but Jimin just smiled

<I know, that's why I need the number of that hotel, not everyone does this type of shit>

at that moment something clicked in your mind, you got up and stormed out of the room leaving a confused Jimin calling out your name from behind.

The elevator was occupied so you needed to run upstairs, you were in hurry and didn't really care about manners at that moment so you just pushed the door open without knocking

<Mr. Kim, I need something really urgently>

the boy looked at you with an eyebrow up, his cold eyes scanned your figure

<I think that partnering with Mr. Park is not doing well for you miss Y/l/n>

you shook your head and apologized messily

<sir please, I urgently need permission to check the bank accounts, the accounting ledgers, and everything related to the earnings of that hotel>

you said it all in one breath, there was a moment of silence when you wondered if your boss has actually understood what you had told him. But at the end, he sighed

<alright, you will have it in 30 minutes>

you thanked him before exiting his office, as you closed the door and turned around you saw two confused boys look at you with big eyes. Jimin and Jungkook were trying to read your expression and connect it to the few words they eavesdropped on from your conversation with Taehyung. You made them a sign to follow you.

<I honestly think that hotel is doing some dirty buisness>

you started talking as you were preparing some coffee for the three of you in the little kitchen, thankfully the space was empty so you could talk freely

<what do you mean?>

your partner asked furrowing his brows, his eyes followed every your movement as his mind tried to stay focused on whatever you had to say

<think about it, the whole first floor was empty, pretty strange, isn't it?>

<yeah but the guest's said that they just preferred the other rooms since they were a lot bigger>

Jungkook pointed out making you nod

<exactly, have you opened the online site of the hotel?>

you asked and the boys shook their heads as a no

<well, I did. And that's how the hotel advertised itself, they wrote that the rooms on the higher floors are bigger and more comfortable and they even are cheaper, they tried to keep the first floor empty. But Axel Scott didn't really care how much he needed to spend for his room and to keep up his disabled act, the first empty floor was perfect. since no one ever booked rooms there he could do whatever he wanted and no one would notice>

Jimin shrugged his shoulders

<that's doesn't prove anything>

you placed the coffee in front of them earning a 'thank you. Finally you took your cup as well and sat next to Jungook. You were currently sitting between the two of them, their eyes glued on you waiting for further explanation

<Jimin got me this perfect idea, he rents a hotel...>

<hotel room only for a couple of hours not for the night... I know>

Jungkook continued in your place making you nod

<exactly, not all hotels do it but what if ours does? That's why I need permission from the warden, every hour paid like that cannot be signed in the accounting ledgers, as it's illegal, but it will stand out on the bank account of the hotel. I think they keep the first-floor empty just to rent it for some hours, just to do illegal business there. And if the moment of the murdering someone was in that room we will have our witnesses>

at that moment the door of the kitchen opened not giving time to the boys to say anything, not every ear was allowed to hear.

<Y/n, Mr. Kim sent you this>

you smiled at the young secretary taking the paper out of her hands

<thank you, Jimin let's go>

your partner bit goodbye to Jungkook and followed you out. You went directly to your car making him understand you were the one driving, Jimin got next to you and you started the engine.

***
<I'm sorry miss... I cannot do it>

you sighed rolling your eyes, finally, you decided to pull out your badge

<fbi, will you now call the boss or are we supposed to do it by ourselves>

the receptionist sighed and picked up the phone laying right next to him. He was causing some problems, didn't want to call the owner of the hotel as he stated that 'the boss doesn't want to be disturbed'. Finally, after some minutes a tall man, about 50 years old, showed up

<good morning, my name is William Johns, I'm the owner>

he smiled taking his hand out for a handshake which only Jimin did. You passed him a smile

<please follow me, Mr. Johns,>

you said and directed yourself to the first floor, you stopped in front of a door "don't come in, cleaning going on" was written on an inscription hunged on the doorknob, you put your hand out about to open the door

<no don't!>

the man screamed, you turned to look at him, panic all over his face... and in his voice

<why not? if it's only cleaning...>