2:38 a.m.
Hanjeong Precinct
★★★
Their backs were hurting by the long hours they decided to sit for. It was painful – investigation. There was a lot of searching and finding out to do. At times, being a cop hurt. There wasn't enough respect, there wasn't enough value and no one liked cops anyway. And each and every time they walked down the street in their uniform, they received glances of disgust and someone would always shout out ‘acab’. That is: All Cops Are Bastards.
Namjoon was getting exhausted now. Yet, he managed to untiringly sit with Jimin and scan through the papers that had very little information about the case.
There were hardly any traces.
"It's crazy," Jimin sighed, a soft moan of discomfort exiting his throat. "Such a big crime and not one trail is left behind. They hushed this up good."
"Yeah well, we can't give up on this buddy. Chief Gwan's going to put a bullet through our heads if we fail," an obvious tiredness clouded Namjoon's voice, his tone expressing no modulation as he said flatly.
"I don't know if I'm allowed to say this, but Gwan Moonsik is an asshole. A complete one. It's actually anticlimactic how after everything, he is the chief of JAMS. I really thought they'd be making Bin Whan the chief instead." Jimin shrugged at the end of his statement, clearly irritated by his chief.
"Bathetic indeed, Jimin." Namjoon chuckled at the pout on the technical officer's lips.
"But can you believe that there's a unit in law and order called JAMS? I mean, what the fuck were they thinking? And the full form of it — god don't even get me started. It sounds like some corny Disney movie name," Jimin joked, laughing to himself.
"Oh yeah," Namjoon tossed a peanut in his mouth. "Joint Association of Monstrous Sins."
"It's like some high-school bratty diva creating a club just to hate on another girl just 'cause she didn't call her outfit pretty," Jimin added another laugh to the topic. "Seokjin's modeling dream is more natural and realistic than this."
Namjoon laughed along with the younger. Jimin and Hoseok had been the only ones taking this as seriously as they should have, and he felt like they deserved the kudos. Jimin stayed up late with Namjoon on the weekdays and Hoseok compromised on his weekends just to help our team leader. So, at times, Namjoon let things off easy. But only for these two.
"I'm pretty sure the full form is actually Joint Association of Murder Schemes," Hoseok stepped into the dimly lit precinct with a pack of snacks. "Although, I'll take your version of it over the original any day." He further said, earning a chuckle from his fellows.
"You got anything yet, though?" Hoseok asked, an involuntarily moan of pain coming from him on sitting down.
"We managed to search and find out who's the owner of the car. And it's not really what we expected," Jimin said, pushing his glasses upwards with his index finger.
"It's not Youngmi's car?" Hoseok's voice was glutted with confusion, incredulity presenting itself the finest way it could possibly appear. He sat upright on his chair now, arms placed on the desk with his fingers clasped together.
"No, Hoseok. It's not," Jimin shook his head with the same level of concern as of Hoseok's. "Turns out it's Keith's car."
"How?" Hoseok swiftly questioned. "He got off the white Benz like an hour ago. We saw the footage."
Namjoon answered, "we believe the guy from the white Benz was a decoy or something of that sort. Plus, it's surprising how we saw no one get off the black car."
"Damn it." Hoseok mumbled via gritted teeth. "What now?"
"We keep searching. What other choice do we have?" Namjoon shrugged, going over to his desk.
Right about then, Taehyung and Jungkook entered the station. Dressed in casuals and drained, Jungkook slammed his hand on the team leader's desk.
"You have to come with us. Now." The younger ordered.
"Why?" Jimin hiccuped at the thought of stepping out of the precinct. He knew how to work a gun, but not as well as the others. He was the computer guy (the nerd, one could even) not the on-field fighter or something. "Why?" He hiccuped again.
"Moreover, where?" Hoseok croaked from his desk.
"And what could you have possibly found at this hour?" Namjoon asked with a creasing of his forehead.
"Just come with us, damn it." Jungkook breathed out and Taehyung flashed them a look of plea. It was clear that something was a little off with the two—maybe they found something. Realistically, perhaps not. But Namjoon felt his gut tell him that he needed to agree to these two. So he did.
"Alright, where?" The team leader grabbed the keys to his motorcycle, walking over to the stand and taking his jacket.
"Yeolsong," and with that everything went silent. Foreheads creased, brows knit together and dubiety surged across the room.
"But that's the last neighbourhood of the city," Hoseok said softly as if he were speaking to himself. "And that's not where it happened."
"Or so you think," Jungkook said with his voice low. Taehyung swallowed after the youngest's words, as if he was scared and if he had the choice, he wouldn't stand here for another second.
"Jungkook, it's clearly written in the report that the crime was committed at Meojin. Where are you going with this?" Hoseok questioned from his desk, standing up, walking around his table and then leaning on it with his arms crossed over his chest as his eyes lingered on the youngest.
"I know we're both a little reckless," Taehyung began with a tone of conviction as his seniors nodded without the littlest hesitation, "but you will have to trust us this once. Just come along 'cause we believe this might be helpful to the case."
It was as if his stars favoured him largely this moment because Taehyung found himself looking at an unfamiliar kind of certitude in Namjoon when the latter stood in front of him. "Take me where you were, Taehyung." The team leader said with a plain tiredness. "Let's go see what information you've managed to collect."
"It's too late, Namjoon." Jimin prompted from his desk, pushing his glasses up the bride of his nose. "You should head home. We'll all go tomorrow."
"No, Jimin. You and Hoseok go home. I'll carry on with these boys." The older ran his fingers through his hair.
"It's three in the morning, Kim," Hoseok put light at the time. "It's way too late."
"Hoseok," Namjoon heaved a sigh, "justice delayed, is justice denied."
≻ ⋆ ─────────── ⋆ ≺
A/n:
Unedited.
I'm tired with the school pressure
and I don't know what to do with
this book right now. I've all the tea
planned but I can't just get into it
so writing these slower chapters
is quite a tough task 💀💀
Apologies for the excessively late
update and hope y'all liked this chappy
🧡🧡
— BG 🤍
YOU ARE READING
PROBE | discontinued
Fanfiction(KNJ - 김남준 | BTS - 방탄 소년단) "What you see, is not always the case. They are people with power, they decide the truth." · · · • • • • ► ★ ◄ • • • • · · · If they don't solve this case, they'll lose their jobs. If they don't solve this case, they'll fa...
