The hectic police station seemed quieter than usual, contrary to Jungkook’s mind that buzzed maddeningly with a typhoon of thoughts while he was positioned in his typical stance of alienation from the world; forehead pinned to the desk and arms hanging between his legs.
The search for Jong Hoon continued, though they had made no progress in the last four days. Jungkook thought that putting a tracker in Misu’s watch would lead them to Jong Hoon, as it should, but he never went to the same location twice, which could only mean that Jong Hoon didn’t have a standard hideout.
They found nothing more about the intruders, since they didn’t even know what they looked like. They still had no news about that cube from Seokjin’s friend. They had nothing. No progress. No leads about anything. And Jungkook was dangling on the verge of insanity once again.
He felt more inept than ever as a detective in that moment. Like how he felt when his hyung was brutally stabbed and he lost his killer after chasing him for just a few seconds. He couldn’t believe it — it was as if the killer disappeared. He was right behind him, then veered left into an alley, and a bullet suddenly got lodged into his side. He pressed a hand over the wound as he groaned achingly, and once he lifted his head, he couldn’t see the black-dressed figure anymore.
After ordering his partner to resume searching, he limped his way back to his hyung. He dropped to his knees and pulled Kang Ho’s twitching body into his arms as a cascade of tears poured from his eyes and cries of agony flew from his mouth, dismissing any other pain he felt and the dizziness spiraling in his head.
In his last moments, Kang Ho attempted to speak, but he could only whimper and cough blood. He then wrote something in his palm with his finger, but he only managed to draw three letters before his feeble hand collapsed to his side and his body stilled throughout.
UMB
He hadn’t found out what he tried to write to this day, but he never gave up. And he never would.
“Will detective Jeon yell at me if I try to talk to him?” Seung Ho whispered to Hoseok, hesitant.
His demeanor the past days was weird enough, but the last four days it only worsened. His bursts of outrage increased, he seemed lost in his thoughts more often, and he showed no interest in anything else than Jong Hoon’s and Jin Mo’s cases.
Hoseok could only sigh as he cast a gloomy glance at Jungkook, who remained unmoving and mute, even though he knew he had heard what Seung Ho just said. “What is it?”
“I just... You know I’m keeping an eye on Seon Taehyung. I wanted to report what I have until now.”
“Jungkook doesn’t seem interested, so just tell us,” Namjoon said, staring at their leader, who still hadn’t moved an inch.
“He often disappears without a trace. I even watched the CCTV around the city and tracked him one time, but he vanished at some point. There’s a place on the route he took with no CCTV and I think that’s where he sneaked away from the cameras. Also, he goes often to Gangdong-gu where he was caught. There’s a shelter with homeless people there, and he gives them food and money.”
Hoseok processed the information in silence as a cloak of surprise sprawled on his face. “He provides for them? With an income of 700.000 won?”
“Yeah, I find it weird too.”
“Why didn’t you go to the shelter already?” Jungkook’s gruff voice boomed across the station then, as he adjusted his posture to a straighter one, only to pierce him with a turbulent stare.
“Um, I, uh—” Seung Ho cleared his throat, seizing his stammer. “I just found out about that a few minutes ago.”
“Then why aren’t you there already?” he questioned in the same rumbling tone.
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The Symbol Of Darkness
Fanfiction●Where Jungkook is a detective of the violent crimes unit, who has dedicated his life to catch the boss of the biggest and most gruesome crime organization, and Taehyung is a seducer, who works for the said boss in the chase of the truth about his p...
