Jungkook's Office
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Taehyung watched as Jungkook paced around the room. He'd have to leave the boy soon to deal with some of his other clients, but, for now, he was content to observe.
He was worrying his bottom lip as he thought, pink-red mouth against white teeth, pulling at the softness, leaving behind the slightest indents that fade like the tines of a fork in meat.
Taehyung:What are you thinking?
he interjected, quietly, after some time. Jungkook's eyes unglazed, focused on him.
Jungkook:How would the killer be certain that V would get his message? Regardless of debate about the content of the message itself it's useless if he wasn't sure V would receive it.
Taehyung:And so?
he prompted, internally delighted that jungkook was already starting to be so receptive to his presence and intrusion perhaps not to his innermost thoughts yet, but his processes nonetheless.
Jungkook:He would have had to have some way of knowing V would get it, or at least of tracking his crime. That suggests a connection to the police or at least the ministry.
Taehyung (in mind):Clever boy.He already had his suspicions now on the identity of the copycat, but well Why not indulge jungkook and watch his mind work around the puzzle? It was delicious.
Taehyung:A valid conclusion," he praised.
Jungkook:But that still couldn't make him certain V would get the message, unless he knows something that we don't.
Interesting point that, and the only aspect he was still musing over himself in this whole scenario. He once again had his suspicions though.
Leap of faith? He clearly doesn't have V's precision, and so it would not be unusual for him not to have planned this down to the small details,he suggested.
Taehyung:No
Jungkook's brow furrowed.
Jungkook: no ? Why?
Taehyung:He would want to make sure. He wouldn't just put it down to faith and chance, he's gone to an extreme amount of effort to make contact, he wouldn't let it go to waste.
He said nothing,and continued pacing in his small office space. He himself was sat down neatly on the only chair, easily able to ignore the crime scene photos tacked around him.
Jungkook:He knows who V is? If he did, then he would have contacted him directly," jungkook murmured, to himself. This doesn't make any sense I am loosing my braincells Taehyung:Perhaps you're not looking at all the factors,he suggested.
Jungkook shot him a glance.
Jungkook:Do you know something I don't?
Taehyung:Most likely
Taehyung smirked, gently.
Taehyung:Did you know that in human behaviour there is this occurrence called inattention blindness? We can't perceive large unexpected shifts in our overall field of vision when we are concentrating on certain facts?
Jungkook:Don't distract me, seriously oh. Other factors. Not just V. I'm focusing too much on V and on the crime scene
the boy was pacing more frustratedly now, hands tugging through his hair.
Jungkook:Factors ,Other factors. Possible target.Competition
Taehyung:To quote Doctor Who a door once opened can be stepped through in either direction," he offered.
Jungkook came to an abrupt halt, so still that he was almost quivering on the spot
Jungkook: Do you have a thing against just telling me the answer or what you're thinking? Taehyung:You know my methods. I help people to help themselves.
Something flicked in the other's gaze.
Jungkook:What?What if one of V's victims was someone who caused trouble for this killer? Inadvertent help
Taehyung stared at jungkook with pride ,He suspected that wasn't all on jungkook's mind though, in that remarkable mind that understood him so well. Clever, clever boy.
Taehyung stood up from the chair while fixing his tie
jungkook: You heading off?
Taehyung:I have another client. You can contact me if anything comes up.
Jungkook:Right. Yeah. I'm fine anyway.
Taehyung:Of course. I'll meet you for dinner.
Jungkook: dinner ?
Taehyung gave him smile
Taehyung: yes dinner
He made his way out , to the sound of jungkook protesting that he didn't need to be coddled and fed like a child.
All jungkook did hear was chuckles and the car leaving the place
Jungkook sighed deeply and continued to pace his small office space, eyes fluttering over crime scene photos, trying not to blook at them too closely now.As if he needed to, when the scenes seemed scarred on his mind either way.
Nonetheless,he felt he wanted to say that he felt better that it hadn't been V, that he'd spared the ensnaring emotions which dragged him closer to darkness and swallowed him from every side with the softest of shadowy caresses.On the same time, it was wrong to say he was disappointed, it was sick, but...he didn't know.
Sometimes, it felt like relieved to hear or see V's presence in crime world ,the time when he would be search for v was the only time he felt happy now days.
God, maybe he really did need professional help.He didn't know how long he worked for, wearing out the floorboards he was working on, growing increasingly tired. He fore went dinner, too preoccupied with trying to figure this all out, with the hints that he'd been given, but unable to slot them into a coherent order. He tried to think of everyone in the department, but he couldn't think, he hated living with his unorganised brain , he hated that people saw him weak , he was not he was not weak he just needed peace .
Jungkook was sitting at his desk now.Everyone else had long since gone home to their families or lovers or pets, but he was still staring at crime scene photos and sifting through files.
He was looking through V's victims so far or at least the ones they knew about.It was an odd mix, he committed it because he believed they were a taint on the world and then there were others which they were less sure about. Maybe they'd done something to irritate the man, but they weren't caught up in any particular scandal that they were aware of.He rubbed his eyes, exhausted, the offices silent around him, with the only light emerging from his lamplight and the ceiling light.He didn't know how late it was anymore, and his stomach was vaguely growling in hopes of dinner and something to drink.He couldn't relax enough to do so, and his home in all of its quiet emptiness seemed equally daunting.Of course, it was extremely well secured, and he'd been living with his mother there for a longtime now but nonetheless.If he was expected to be anywhere, it would be there, and he didn't know.
He felt like a pathetic, terrified child being freaked out at the thought of being alone in his own home,his mother was there but she was also there when he had gone through the most painful night of his life His hand still was shaking,The next the bad taste in his mouth lingered and he felt his stomach feel weird and he ran towards the washroom located in the office , he vomitted all what has he ate on lunch and washed his face .
He came out of the washroom and fell back onto the couch, he hung his head and let out a frustrated cry.
Jungkook: why I am like this , why
He drank water which was kept on the side table and took the book from the lower wardrobe and started to read it to ignore the sour taste in his throat.
He turned another page on his notes, and absently considered making himself a coffee.He felt so close to something, some revelation, some scrap of information that would connect all of this.
He just couldn't think of it.He bit his lip, and the next second he was pacing out again.
