The air is still and cold around Jimin, numbing his very fingertips as his analog watch ticks past noon. What an odd day, somber and sad, life unmoving as he steps out of the car along with his newly acquainted investigation partner. Weather so cold and yet it makes Jimin pull on the collar of his crisp ironed shirt, neck itchy, eyes darting around the silent neighborhood.
"I can go around and question alone if you're more of a hang back and chill kinda guy."
Jimin does not respond to the fellow agent, turning on his heels, he swallows thickly.
Something's odd in this neighborhood.
He doesn't feel quite...right.
"Well— I guess you can stand right here then." Jaehyun mutters at the other's deliberate silence before walking past him towards the first house on the block.
Jimin's eyes never once astray from the houses towards him.
Whispers.
He hears whispers.
They're whispering to him.
He turns around once again, eyelids fluttering as he tries to make the words out, words he knows aren't really words, he knows it's nothing, he knows and yet he tries, knowing these whispered "words" have no meaning.
His wandering gaze locks onto a house two blocks away.
He steps back slightly, his freezing hands have run hot and his throat incredibly dry.
"Okay, so I just inquired in the first two houses." Jaehyun sauntered from behind him, clutched under his arms were sheets of paper that were the basis of investigation, held in his hand was a notepad he scribbled into.
Jimin's eyes never gazed away from the house.
"The first ones look alright, some poor old couple, but I think the kid living in the second one might be on drugs. I smelled cocain— Jimin. Are you even listening?"
Jaehyun frowns when he finds Jimin's attention elsewhere, to him, with all the constant non-verbal interaction, the man's demeanor was becoming intolerable to him.
"Park Jimin." He repeats, only to get no response, just a pair of unblinking eyes looking away into the distance. "Agent Park, this is getting ridiculous—"
"He's in there."
Dainty fingers ominously point past his shoulder.
Jaehyun stills, shaking his head slowly in utter bewilderment.
"What?"
"The Dollmaker—" Jimin whispers softly, breathe labored. "He's in there."
Jaehyun follows the other's gaze to look at the house, the lights are off, the windows don't have curtains, the house looks empty.
"Did you see...him?"
What a ridiculous question, neither of them know what he looks like, none of them do, really.
"No." Jimin deflected. "It's a— It's a hunch." He observes a second of silence from the other, followed by a forced chuckle.
"A hunch?"
Jimin licks his chapped lips, agitated.
"He's there, he's really in there. We should call the team to surround the house—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Jaehyun interrupts the other, looking at the other like he was insane. "Listen Park, we are not calling the whole unit here just because you have a damn hunch."
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Dollmaker || Jikook
Fanfiction"Pretty little thing, let me open you up, see you, tear apart every inch of you till there's nothing left for me to consume but your soul, your body mine, our souls one, let me make you my doll." Excellent, cold, ruthless, Special Agent Park Jimin i...
