pastel [3]

twenty seven

Jungkook's point of view

It felt good to be back at work after several days feeling lost. The bustling mayhem that came with responding to small scale crimes was a much needed distraction from the theoretical what ifs that kept cropping up whenever I was still for too long. So I requested to do outreach, going out with younger cops and responding to thefts or grievances between groups of people. I never felt threatened by the aggressive behaviour the strangers showed me, confident in my stance within my role of authority.

We returned back to the station with a man in his early fifties who'd been reported trying to break into cars throughout a shopping centre car park. From the moment I saw him I realised he was homeless, probably looking for spare change or something to pawn off to get some cash. Whilst my partner I was working with had a tense demeanour toward him, I felt more gentle in my approach, sitting down with him whilst we went through the paperwork and I spoke through what the offence would mean for him.

That took up most of my morning, eventually able to sit down in the lunch room and eat the lunch Jimin had made for me. It was weird living with a resident doctor now. It was also weird knowing Jimin would eventually earn more than me.

Whilst I was zoning out at the table a woman entered the room that I didn't recognise. She wasn't in uniform and wore a strange set of casual clothes that non-uniformed officers shouldn't wear. As I watched her begin to make a cup of tea at the kitchenette, it dawned on me that she wasn't someone I worked with.

"Who are you?" I called with a warning tone, looking out toward the main office to see Namjoon sitting at his desk. I could call for him, but a part of me felt pulled towards this stranger. They didn't reply to my question, proceeding to pour out some boiling water into a small mug that had a poorly printed cop joke on it. "Reveal your face and hands to me please, you don't work here." 

The order brought an airy and beautiful laugh from the girl, and it sent a chill down my spine when I finally connected the flowing golden hair and powerful pull she had on me. My realisations confirmed when the girl turned around to reveal a familiar face. "Venus?" I knew I must've looked stupid, gaping at her and completely frozen.

"Come with me Jungkook, I need to have a chat with you." Before I could reply or protest she had taken her mug of tea and strode out of the room. From the window I watched her exit the station and without thinking it through I grabbed my phone and followed her.

Here comes the chaos... I thought as I managed to find her wandering leisurely down the street with a placid grin on her face each time she'd turn to check if I was following. It had been barely 48 hours since I'd found out Taehyung was alive and his mother was already weaseling her way into my life again. This was not going to end well I could feel it. Yet I kept going, drawn in by her charm and the curiosity that fueled me.

Eventually we stopped our game of chase when she came to rest at an outdoor restaurant, slipping into a two seater table and sipping her tea whilst keeping her unwavering gaze on me.

"What in hell would you want with me?" I snapped with an uncontrollable aggravation the moment I took my place opposite her. The anger that I'd reserved for Taehyung was the same for her. Because she was the reason for all this mess. If her sons were chaos, she was a discordant storm.

"Do you always speak to gods that way?" Hummed Venus with a delicate smile.

"Only the ones that ruin my life," I gritted back, fists clenching under the table.

"Mmm, I am sorry about all that, we never expected the curse to wreak havoc on your mind in that way." Her infuriatingly calm manner was going to send me into a spiral. Even if I hated her, I knew better than to lash out against a being who could squash me with the flick of her pinky. "That's not why I'm here, I wanted to discuss something that has come up in my recent explorations of your strange aura." Here we go...