Private Investigator: Who Hit The Hit Man?

Cover Up The Evidence

I pulled up in front of my office, I had told Jungkook this morning that I was going to be late so he had taken the bus. My hickeys were pretty noticeable, so before I left Namjoon had lent me his cc cream. (And supplies to get cleaned up.)

Before I got out of my car, I checked my make up in the little side mirror, it would have to do.

I walked into the waiting room and greeted Jungkook and the other potential patrons.

He stood up hastily from his organized mess, giving me a curt nod before his eyes wandered up to my collar. His jaw dropped.

Great.

"Hyung!" Jungkook exclaimed in a hushed whisper, clearly worried, "Were you strangled last night?"

I felt the eyes of potential clients locked on me. "Erm, technically no, but technically yes..."

"And what does that mean?!" 

"Um, I-I met up with Namjoon, and well..." I said, awkwardly, averting my eyes from his imploring ones.

"Namjoon hurt you?!"

"Jungkook! I had sex with Namjoon!" I shouted.

Everyone in the waiting room turned around, gawking at me.

We stood in heavy, uncomfortable silence for a while before my assistant shuffled back to his seat.

I was almost in my office before Jungkook spoke:

"So you like it rough, sir?"

I snorted, shooting a glance over my shoulder.

He hadn't even looked up from his work. 

***

At about lunchtime, a younger woman entered my office.

She was quite distressed, and I passed her a box of tissues instinctively.

"How may I help you, Miss?" I asked soothingly, getting out from behind my desk to rub her back.

"I-it's my *hic* Fiance h-he might be ch-eating on *hic* me! Can you please find out?" She sobbed, voice breaking. "Please!"

"Of course ma'am." I shushed her, "Can you please tell me your name?"

"Sarah."

"Perfect Sarah, so why do you suspect your fiance?"

I heard Jungkook's pen scratching on his note pad from the corner.

"Well, he always comes home at weird times a-and yesterday, he came home with hic-hickeys." She said, noticing my marks and grimacing a bit.

"Where does he work?" I asked, still rubbing her back.

"He works for the g-government, but he always goes to a b-b-ar across the street at 9pm."

"Alright Sarah, we're going to take pictures of him and see if he is cheating."

"Thank you so much sir," gasped through a stuffy nose.

"Please, just call me Jin."

Sarah nodded, face blotchy.

Before she left, she gave me her number so I could contact her with the evidence.

At a quarter to 9, Jungkook and I rolled up across the street to the sketchy pub Sarah had spoken of, watching the front entrance out our windshield. I reclined my chair for ease of stalking.

After what seemed like forever, I started to get impatient, 

"Kook, it's 9:30, he's not coming. See if the owner saw anything."

"Got it Hyung," Jungkook said, grabbing his note pad and gave me a playful salute.

"Oh, and be careful."

"Don't worry about me Jin Hyung, I'll be fine."

I nodded.

~Jungkook presective~
3rd person

Jungkook hopped out of Jin's car, the low sun mixed with the dampness of the day's rain made the quiet road glitter and glow.

He walked across the street, glancing back to spot Jin, who was hanging out of the car window half watching the street half texting (probably Namjoon).

Jungkook shook his head.

That man...

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook pulled open the door stepping over the metal threshold and into the smelly bar. He scanned the room from his place at the entrance. Contrary to the few cars parked outside the building, the pub was void of people: no drunken men, no underpaid waiters, not even someone to work the counter.  The place was completely empty with no sign of a struggle.  

Odd...

The house lights were off. The sole source of light was the grimy windows behind him so that the room was bathed in the caramel glow of the setting sun. Long, opaque shadows cast by the many tables and chairs crisscrossed together, all stretching the same way. Surfaces left untidy as though everyone had just got up an left...  

Eyebrows knitting together, Jungkook gripped his gun over his holster, cautious. Creeping further in. Wrinkling his nose occasionally as his shoes stuck to the alcohol-sodden floor.

The further he pressed in, the more flies he swatted away.  They crawled over glasses and drowned in unfinished shots. 

This place is disgusting!

A lone red dot blinked in his peripheral, a security camera.

Jungkook let the shadows guide him to the back to the only other door in the pub: the wine cellar. Casting a glance back over his shoulder at the front door, now cloudy from unsettled dust backlight by the window.

 Jin wouldn't want him coming back with empty handed...

He's so hard to impress, I'll take the initiative and search for clues.

Senses on high, he drew out his gun,  reaching for the handle of the cellar. 

Jungkook drew a shaky breath, gathering his courage. The door creaked open, separate of his touch, his fingers sliding off the cool brass knob. A female voice cackled in his ear. 

"Hello Kookie," The coy voice drawled, body cloaked in shadow.