SLEEPERS. | ✔️

1-08

Jung Hoseok wasn't necessarily sure when he fell into Min Yoongi's mystery. Perhaps it was when he first met him, when he first saw those eyes.

It was slow, he supposed. His ascent into his mystery was so slow that even he himself never realised it until he saw that drive in the things he did for him. The situation was darker than he thought. He was darker than he thought.

He had this desperation now. The desperation to save Min Yoongi from himself, get him some sort of reassurance that he wasn't a killer. He wanted justice in any form it'd present itself in.

Maybe he'd never accept if Min Yoongi was, indeed, a killer. A murderer. But maybe he wasn't, and that's what kept Hoseok from dropping the case entirely: he wanted to know what really happened.
For the sake of his patient, for the sake of his own curiosity.

It just enthralled him so much that there was a possibility of Yoongi remembering, that he would be able to make that possibility a reality.
Besides, wasn't that what his job was anyways?

There was much more than just interrogating and doing paperwork, he realised. He was also investigating, discovering, finding ways and means to justify what happened to his patients. Sure, he didn't pay as much attention to his other patients as he did to Yoongi.

But the other patients didn't have hazel-brown eyes that held secrets of their own. They didn't have a strangely intriguing aura surrounding them. They simply weren't Min Yoongi.

He was lost in his thoughts as he held the last of his second stack of paperwork in his hands.

Namjoon had already told him the one thing he was hoping he would never realise. He told him not to get caught up, as if he had fallen down a hole as well, and was giving a notice to his junior.

It took one to know one.

"It's dangerous," he had said.

"It's dangerous," Hoseok murmured to himself, repeating the words, twirling a pen in his hands.

If he solved the case, then he would be able to get back to his work. Simple as that. No strings attached.

The papers he had written on to show Namjoon laid by his small file shelves that he'd brought in from his house. They were there, stale, just in case he had any stroke of inspiration to work on it.

It made him seem more pretentious than he was.

Hoseok's tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip as he tossed his paperwork to the side. He had lots of time to do that, anyways. For now, he needed a cup of coffee.

The machine in the office was a top-notch one, thought only three people used it. He got a good cup of cappuccino from that thing, so he didn't mind the pricy machine.

He held the mug of hot coffee in his hands, looking out of the large pane of glass by the side of the office. The sun was out, almost setting. The day was almost over.

Hoseok noticed that his colleagues barely came into the office, save for having to touch some paperwork or lounge around in their very short break times. He technically had the whole place to himself.

He stopped at a realisation halfway through his sip of coffee.

Drinking coffee at five in the afternoon wasn't something he'd usually do. In fact, he would never do that. He wouldn't be able to sleep.
So what was he doing?

Hoseok cursed under his breath, immediately putting his cup into the sink. He was off his game. He was distracted.

He'd reached home that day half an hour later, mainly because he stopped to get food.

The food was on his dining table, just lying there, as he worked through his paperwork all night, just seeking a distraction from his distraction.

Maybe it would help him be more focused when he got back to work. He could not risk making mistakes, though the only space he could do that was when he was questioning his  patients.

There were only three patients at the maximum, as the rooms weren't always fully occupied, and Namjoon took the other half. He'd managed to help Park Jimin, so the only two patients he had to tend to were Lee Jihoon in 037 and...Min Yoongi.

His mind wanted so badly to drift off into thoughts of Yoongi again, but Hoseok snapped himself back to the papers in his hands.

He had other things to do.