Puppy Love

11

Jungkook watched nervously as the three policemen walked around his house. Two of them fanned out to check the rooms, while Yim stayed in the living room with the student.

The muscled police officer crossed his biceps, looking around at the scattered dog toys and puppy bed that Jungkook had bought for Sam. He hadn't had time to put them away, and now Jungkook felt he was at least 40% fucked.

Yim kicked the crab chew toy. "Your apartment doesn't allow pets."

"I, I don't have one." Jungkook lied on the spot. "I was dog sitting for my cousin."

"Mhm. And where is the dog now?"

"I gave her back." Jungkook's heart was hammering and it was making him feel lightheaded.

"Is that so. And what's her breed?"

"Samoy-" Jungkook cut himself off from almost saying Namjoon's breed. "Uh, she was a Pomeranian. I mean, is."

Yim glanced at the table, where the three plates of breakfast still sat. "You always eat three servings?"

Jungkook felt like he was 70% fucked now. "I had friends spend the night. They left already."

Yim ignored him, inspecting the walls closely. "You've been missing classes. The day after you say you found Namjoon's ID, and two days in a row later. Why is that?"

"You talked to my teachers?" Jungkook balked.

"And you grew quite close to that veterinarian." Yim added, looking out the boys window. "Maybe because he could help you with a certain injured dog? He wasn't at work today, I wonder if he was here with you."

Despite his fear, Jungkook was growing mad. "What do you want? You don't even care about Namjoon, why can't you just leave him alone?"

Yim fixed him with a glare and Jungkook suddenly regretted his outburst when he saw the officer reach for his holstered gun.

The two other officers came back then.

"There's no one else here." One of them said. "And no trace of subject H."

Yim kept his hand on the gun, still glaring at Jungkook. "Get back to the car and write the report."

With a nod, the officers hurried out, but Yim stayed.

"Get out." Jungkook glared back. "If you want to be in my house you need a warrant. And if you want to interrogate me, I want a lawyer."

Yim snorted. "A lawyer won't be able to save you from my boss. Or your vet friend. And you-"

He stopped suddenly, his eyes seeing something behind Jungkook's head.

He smirked, and though Jungkook had no idea what he was looking at, he knew it was something bad.

"Miss a spot?" Yim shoved Jungkook aside and marched to the wall, where a tiny red drop of blood had been splattered over Jungkook's wallpaper.

And Jungkook remembered immediately where that had come from.

Namjoon.

When he had cut himself on the broken lamp.

"Wait-" Jungkook tried to race over to block the drop of blood, but Yim's fist came out of nowhere and knocked him back.

He crashed to the ground, pain erupting in his cheek and jaw.

In horror, he watched as Yim used his nail to scrape the dried blood into a small evidence baggie.

"When we test this and it comes back as the DNA of a missing person, I won't need a warrant." Yim said as he pocketed the baggie with a sick grin. "Or do you want to skip all that and tell me where the dog is right now?"

Jungkook scrambled to his feet, trying to run to the couch where he had left his phone, and cried out in shock when a bullet whizzed past him and blew his phone into pieces.

Jungkook screamed, skidding to a halt. "No!"

Yim grinned. "I'll be back sooner than later." He flipped a business card at the shocked student. "Come into the station if you change your mind and want to save yourself."

As the officer left, Jungkook knew he was 100% fucked.