Private Investigator: Who Hit The Hit Man?

HER and HIM

Jungkook pulled out his phone and opened up Google, and searched HER.

"'HER' is a fifth-generation hitman in South Korea. She came on the scene on September 18, 2017. She's only made four appearances, all witness accounts. She's famous for 8 killing mob bosses and unable to kill one, the notorious Min Yoongi. Her MO is purple spray paint. The only "DNA" she leaves behind is an untestable strand of light brown hair."

The automated voice stated dryly.

"Wow," I said.

"There's also articles and blogs." Jungkook said, nodding.

"Isn't that a little cliché and cheesy?" I chuckled.

"Ha! A bit. But what did you expect, she's named HER."

I started driving, and the WiFi soon became out if range.

"If she's after Mob Bosses, why is she taking drugs and killing hitmen?" Jungkook asked while playing with the rubber case, absentmindedly.

"Kook, I wish I could tell you," I admitted.

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We returned to my office and made a file of all of our facts.

"Okay," Jungkook said, opening a file folder. "We know HER is our top suspect, but we have no idea who she actually is."

"We have some pictures of her other spray paint marks, and they match the ones at Hitman Bang's and Namjoon's house. So it is her." I sighed, this is going to be hard.

"Plus the hair is right," Jungkook added.

"An uncatchable criminal," I cursed under my breath, massaging the bridge of my nose. Jungkook groaned.

"You called Bailey yesterday?" I asked.

"Yes, Hyung. She said she's ready when you are." Jungkook said, picking up the photos and notes, and putting them in the file.

"Then let's go see her," I said, grabbing my coat.

Jungkook followed suit, putting the folder on my desk.

***

Twenty Minutes later, I was sitting in my car outside Seoul Park.

"Jungkook, remember she speaks in code, my work is represented by being an idol, so all the code is music or fame related, so cases = lines, etc."

"Got it Hyung." Jungkook nodded and opened the car door. I mirrored him.

We walked the short distance the park benches, I spotted Bailey and stood in front of her.

She looked up from her novel and greeted us. "Ah! Seokjin-ssi, Please sit down." she smiled at us warmly.

"Bailey! How long has it been!" I beamed back, plopping down. Jungkook sat on my other side.

"How's the music career going? Treating you well?"

"Ah! Not bad, not bad, not very many lines, but you know how companies are."

"Yes, yes. And is the choreography still too difficult?" 

"A bit, but I'm learning." I nodded, a few passers-by took a double take at me, as if checking if I was their favourite idol.

Bailey indicated to Jungkook "Jin, are you going to introduce me to your fellow member?"

"Ah, Bailey, meet Jungkook, he's our maknae and a very talented singer."

Bailey nodded, "So Cheonglook, are you a dancer too? Rapper? How long did you train for?"

Jungkook stuttered, I chuckled to myself at how absolutely lost he looked.

"Yes." He eventually said.

Bailey laughed, "Good to know. So Jin about how many dishes do you want to be served?"

"Oh, the catering team!" I said Jungkook looked even more confused, "Six or so large and small dishes."

"Half, and half?" Baley said, pulling out a notepad.

I nodded, and she made some notes.

"Well," I said, checking my watch, "It's almost time for practice. Will we see you at the awards show?"

"You bet," She said, standing up and bowing to me and my 'fellow member'.

Once we were back in my car, Jungkook exploded.

"What the hell was that!?" He shouted, "I-I didn't understand a thing!"

I burst out laughing, "All you need to know is: we have guns now, and we can pick them up tonight."

"How did you get that? The catering company! What the hell-" He said, angrily tossing his pen on the dash. "and Cheonglook?"

I laughed again "Kookie, it's not supposed to make sense to outsiders, relax, 'kay?"

He sighed, slumping back into his seat.

"C'mon, let's go see a friend, I think she has some information for us." I said patting Jungkook's leg.

***Killer's Perspective***

Around the corner, HE and HER watched their rivals intently. 

"They're on to you." HE whispered in a low voice, right in her ear.

"I know." HER said, dragging her fingers through her no longer brown hair.

"Let's fuck with them." HE suggested.

HER smirked, nodding she added, "And let's make sure they never suspect you."

"Good plan, I'll let the Boss know."  HE pulled out his phone.

A man in a dark hoodie approached the pair and whispered in HER's other ear. He walked away, adjusting the child on his hip.

HER smirked, "My little birdie said a new shipment is here."

"Good." HE chuckled lowly, "I love what we do."

HER smiled, and entangled her fingers in his hair, "Good because if you didn't, I would have to kill you." She pulled him in for a deep kiss.

HE broke away momentarily, "I love it when you talk sexy."

HER smiled and pulled him in for another kiss.

"Let's go get that shipment, eh?" She said, pulling him by the arm to their car.