"Okay, so the chief here called." Namjoon informed Y/N.
"That's not surprising, probably inviting us in on this case." She responded.
"They're setting up a task force right as we speak. I want to know if you can handle it on our end. I know in Busan—."
"This isn't Busan, it's not my job anymore."
"You know what? the only reason you're standing in my office is because you've been at this for three years. The killer is set on putting you in the middle of this, whether we like it or not."
"You're right, but the files in Busan, I can't tell you anything else that's not in them. I'm sorry."
"Excuse me." A police officer comes up to them. "We got several finger prints off of the envelope of the picture, including the picture itself."
"You can run the prints." Namjoon tells him.
"You're not gonna get anything from this guy." Y/N says.
"So, will you be working with us?"
"I take 200 grams of Seconal and migraine medicine, just so I can sleep a few hours at night. They don't mix well with work."
"Maybe you're just afraid." Namjoon tells her.
"Yeah, I am."
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The sound of a phone rings through the room.
"Hello...It's me."
"Who's me?" Y/N asks
"It's so fucking cold out here, Why did you move here?"
"What the fuck do you want from me?"
"You hardly leave you're apartment, and when you do it's to eat at that same terrible restaurant. You seem so bored. I was expecting a warmer welcome." Yoongi teased.
"I didn't fucking ask you, did I?"
"I tried to make it work but we didn't see eye to eye. I was going to quit the game entirely, but then I got an amazing idea. I thought 'Busan isn't so bad.' At least you didn't move to a different country, right?"
"Yeah. Listen, I'll give you the name and number of the agent that's on your case. You can take this shit up to him cause I don't give a shit."
"I know your job is hard, Y/N. So i'm willing to take the steps it takes to make this work between us."
"What are talking about?"
"The pictures, I'll send you a picture of her, you have a full day to find her and i'll give you till twelve thirty. what do you say?"
"I say I should have moved to a different country, asshole."
"Goodnight, Y/N."
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Mystery / Thriller"We were never really strangers. We were more than that but we never realized until it was too late for us." This story is only for mature audiences.
