The Cop From Busan || •PJM• ✔️

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Welp, I said the more you vote, follow, and comment, the faster updates come out. In the first twelve hours of TCFB being out, it got over 100 reads, 50+ votes, and more comments than reads. In the first twelve hours. Twelve.

Thank you for such an overwhelmingly positive response to this story, it warms my heart to know you guys are enjoying it so far. If this keeps up, I'll probably end up giving this story daily updates 💀

☂ Chapter 3 ☂

Blood.

Jimin recoiled as soon as the putrid scent infected his nostrils. The flashing red and blue lights corrupted his vision as he approached the broken home before him. Police tape blocked off the entrance, but Jimin ducked under it without waiting for his "partner." The one-story house before him was cloaked by the gray sky. The clouds made the afternoon appear as night, and rain covered his skin.

His muddy sneakers stepped on shards of broken glass that came from the destroyed windows. There were wooden boards thrown around the dead grass, and the concrete steps leading to the half-missing door had cracks on them.

Jimin entered the scene and saw white chalk outlines near the center of the cramped space. There was an overturned couch that had a vomit-like color. Other than the couch, the room was barren. The wallpaper was peeled off and showed the wooden support beams making up the wall behind it. A scarlet liquid waltzed across the bare wooden floor. The floorboards squeaked as Jimin went to the officer investigating the scene.

"Twenty-eight stab wounds," Lieutenant Kasper said as a cigarette hung out of his mouth. It made his voice sound garbled. "He pissed off the wrong people."

"You think multiple people did this?"

Lieutenant Kasper was one of the oldest in NYPD. He had an out of control beard that was graying like the receding hairline he hid under a police cap. No matter how many hats the man wore, Jimin could still see the wrinkles sinking the skin on his forehead.

The Lieutenant eyed Jimin. "Where are you from?"

"South Korea, sir."

Kasper snorted. "Come on, dog-eater. You should have the brains to figure this out."

He was also the most racist in the department.

Jimin straightened his shoulders and knelt in front of the corpse, ignoring the piercing eyes of the Lieutenant behind him. The victim appeared to be a man in his forties. The stab wounds weren't fresh, but they weren't old either. Jimin guessed the time of death was six hours ago at most. Seeing as there were no other officers in the area, Jimin understood why Jungkook assigned him to the case: no one wanted it except for the one desperate for a promotion. It didn't help that no one wanted to work with Kasper.

"You're a doctor, right? Patch him up," Kasper said.

Upon closer inspection, Jimin realized each wound had a different size. It was as if the victim had been stabbed by multiple weapons. Almost like more than one person had done the deed.

"Sir." Jimin stood and ignored the second racist remark of the night. "We should get this to forensics as soon as possible-"

"Jimin," a female voice said. It was his partner, Cadet L/n. She was out of breath with her eyes wide.

"It's Officer Park-"

"Scold me later. I found something outside."

Although he disliked her, he disliked Kasper more. He took the excuse to leave the home and let the fresh air hit him. Well, it was as fresh as he could get in NYC. It smelled of pollution. When Jimin had first arrived in NYC, he had coughed for ten minutes before his lungs adjusted to the air quality.