Rhymes || Taekook

Taehyung

Scoring myself a date with a handsome teacher I returned back to my work empty handed. Not really empty handed since I got to know about the abusive bastard but that's not helpful to me in my case. While walking in the police station I saw hyung and his group going out somewhere in hurry though I didn't bother asking. If it's really important, Yun-sae will tell me. 

Skipping through everyone else I walked to Jimin's cell and found him sitting on his bed, lost in his thoughts. "Jiminie!" I called out and he didn't waste a second before coming to me, the bars separating us. "Taetae! Are you busy now-a-days? I rarely see you here now." I am busy, with the case of a killer who's too cunning and stealthy. But I don't want to bore him by telling him about all that so I drop the subject. Looking at Jimin I still can't get over the fact that he is so tiny and baby like, at the same time in jail. Maybe, the killer has somewhat similar story to him? Some past, some reasons, though nothing validates his random killing.

"There's a big case going on currently and to be honest, I am reaching no where with my investigation....it's like walking in circles." I sighed again thinking about it. "Anyway, take rest I have an overnight stay today." His face glowed with happiness with the information knowing he won't be alone today. With cheerful nod he went back to his bed while I went back to my desk.

This case is seriously going no where. I have the clues but I have no clue about the clues. This is frustrating! I need a calm mind to think about it. Let's put down what I have for now. The clues are rhymes which are of no use to me since they only describe the murder scene. The clues are written on sticky notes with no pattern on them. I don't know who writes them, or gets them, there are many shops so- oh. OH! 

As the realization set in I sprang up from my chair, hitting my knee on the table in the process. "Why the fuck I didn't-shit!" Cursing my dumb self I grabbed my car keys and rushed outside without caring about the stares from the staff around me. I could care less about them and their stares. I can't believe I missed out on such important thing. Fortunately my car was parked in a less crowded area so I had no problem in taking it out of the parking lot. 

The first victim, John's place was 10 mins far from my place so it didn't take me long to go there without any traffic. Because his place is in a bit secluded area, it was hard to make out for any cameras around. I looked at the bakery in front of his apartment building, there's a chance there would be a cctv. So, I moved straight to the shop, the sweet aroma of bread and cream welcoming me with so much sweetness that I almost forgot about the work and ordered a pastry. 

"Morning. Seoul police, I am here for an investigation." I showed the man my ID before pointing outside. "Your camera on the lamp outside, I need to see a record regarding a murder case." Good thing he didn't hesitate and nodded before guiding me to the back of the room where the system was kept. "Yun, play the clip he wants from the cctv outside." The man named Yun looked back and forth between us, surely weirded out by the situation but still nodded.

"A week before, on 20th of September around....morning 3 am to 4 am." According to the postmortem reports of John, he was killed in early morning, between 3:30 to 4 am. It's reasonable as less people are up in early morning to witness the murder. The clip of the specific time was played  and it was still a bit dark, not a single shadow passed by for the first 20 mins, it was 3:30 now and yet nothing. "Fuck!" I sighed, frustrated by the result. Maybe the murderer entered the house from somewhere else, window, rooftop-

"Oh!" I quickly turned back to see what happened on hearing Yun's surprised voice. In the clip, right at 3:25, a man, somewhere close to 6ft was seen walking towards the door. Shockingly he had the key because he opened the door and entered instead of ringing the bell. "Get me this clip!" Finally! The man left at 3:33, right after 8 minutes without much hassle. He looked so calm like he was leaving his own home to work.

There are chances he didn't use any transport, which means. "Do any of you recognize him?" He can be someone who lives around here. "Umm...sir, nothing is clear about his identity in this video." Right, he is covered from head to toe, even his hands are covered with gloves. A bit obvious, isn't he? 

Thankful to the bakery owner, I bought five chocolate pastries -yes I gave in to the temptation- and walked out but right when I was at the door, I bumped into someone, a human wall maybe because a wall can't speak. "Ah-sorry!" And that's all. The man walked past me. Well, that was quick. At least he didn't had any coffee or there would be recreation of some drama scene. Sighing once again, I reached to my car and quickly settled myself in because I can't control anymore. For an adult man, I have a severe, unhealthy obsession with sweets. 

With the first bite, the chocolate and bread melting on my tongue had me moaning out loud in my car. Seriously, the inventor of chocolate deserves every good thing in the world for inventing something that can be only found in heaven. I was so drowned in the taste to care about something else, so when someone knocked on my window it gave me a mini heart attack, my pastry almost slipping out of my hand. 

It was a woman. Embarrassed by my appearance knowing I had chocolate smeared all over my lips, I hastily plucked out two to three tissues from the tissue-box and wiped my lips before rolling down the window. "Uh-hello." My face flushed with heat when I heard her laugh, what a day to be a laughing stock. "Hi. Actually your card fell back there in the shop...thought it might be important so." She forwarded my card which was actually my credit card, I can't believe I almost lost it. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" To express my gratitude I had nothing else other than words and the chocolate pastries. "Here, a thanks for helping me." 

I would have got off my car if she was not leaning on the door. So, I just passed the small box through the window. "Aish! No, it's alright. It was just a small help, that's all. Moreover I am dieting. And, I have to be somewhere right now, let's have coffee if we meet someday again!" She didn't even let me reply before she walked off, waving her gloved hands at me. Well, I guess my pastries got saved. 

While I was driving back, I felt like I was forgetting something. Something very important but I don't remember what. Bursting my brain all through my way back I decided to meet someone who can refresh my mind. 

Did I sound too cheesy? Must be the chocolate getting on my mind. 

I parked my car outside the campus beside other cars before entering the school the second time this week. My luck must be shining today because right on the entrance I met the man for whom I was here. "Mr. Kim.....you here...any work business or-" I didn't really heard him quite alright because my attention was on him, on his black frame glasses, on the black tight shirt that outlined his biceps, on his wavy blonde hair. If I am being honest, he looked like he was doing a roleplay of a hot professor in a porn video. The one who bends you on his desk to punish you with the strap of his be-

"Mr. Kim, you alright? You are turning red." I gulped audibly as I felt him getting closer to me, my imagination was running wild and I fear if someone was a mind reader around me, they would either be horny or horrified, no in between. "You are...getting sweaty too. Are you really fine?" He brushed my hair out of my eyes, concern filled eyes raking my figure while I was feeling hard to not let out any freaky signs or sounds. But still, I mustered up my courage and opened my mouth to finally speak.

"Blame yourself." He was taken aback by my answer and was about to question when I spoke again. "You are looking so hot today, how do you expect me not to sweat and get we-I mean get red...yeah, red." 

"Oh my god."