Whiplash | jjk.

[44]: Coming Clean

Cut to an hour later, everything had calmed down.

You and the entire narcotics team are all sitting together in a busy small restaurant, gathered around a single table. You are all sitting on crates, and your table is covered in all sorts of side dishes, and bottles of soju, and beer.

You and Jungkook had already been seen by the paramedics, and had your injuries patched up.

You looked awful.

You were both covered in bandages that were once white, and had since turned red. Jungkook's arm was in a sling and you had a black eye. Both of you had busted lips, and a very sorry look on your faces. The nurses had done a poor job at wiping all the dry blood off your skin, but they had done their best.

You looked terrible, but there was something unexplainably funny about it.

For the last half an hour, you and Jungkook looked like two guilty teenagers, being scolded by your dad (Namjoon) for going against his wishes. You had your heads down low and your hands in your laps, and you looked very sorry for yourselves.

But finally, it seemed as though he had enough of yelling at you.

"Alright, I'll assume I don't have to worry about something like this happening again?" he raises his eyebrows and waits.

"No, sir." you and Jungkook reply in perfect synchronicity.

The other boys had been having a hard time holding in their laughter. They couldn't deny the thrill of how funny this was when it was finally someone else on the receiving end of Namjoon's scolding.

"Right. Then, a toast." Namjoon sighs like the overworked father he was, and he raises his shot glass. "To Dumb and Dumber not dying."

You glance to your left where Jungkook 'Dumber' is sitting, and you smile softly at each other. Then, you reach forward and grab your glasses, bringing them to meet Namjoon's in the air.

Everybody else follows your lead.

"To Y/N and Jungkook!" they all say.

And you all clink, bringing the glasses to your lips and shooting them back.

And everybody seems to be in slightly better spirits suddenly. You, for one, were really relieved that Hoseok had been smart enough to tell Namjoon about where he thought you and Jungkook had snuck off to. You were grateful he had put the pieces together on his own. And then, the fact that Namjoon called a SWAT team to back him up?

You felt very lucky to be alive, after your flirt with death from earlier.

You and Jungkook were both painfully aware of how bad that situation could have gone if you didn't have the others to back you up. Because if they didn't come when they did, who knows what could have happened?

What you do know is that you survived.

And you left with some new insight. Some insight that you wanted to share with the team.

So as everyone quietens down after shooting their soju, you interject at the perfect moment, with your head down. However, you speak clearly so there will be no mistaking what you say.

"...I think Sangyi called my dad. I think he was on his way there when you guys showed up."

"Really?" Jungkook jumps in, almost choking. "That's who he called?"

"I think so."

"What makes you say that?" Jimin asks, reaching his chopsticks forward to grab some of the radish in a ramekin.