Pumped Up Kicks

2

His finger rapidly tapped on the table as he and his boyfriend stared at the photo pinned to the wall. He seemed like a decently tall male with decently long black hair. Seemingly defined muscles. White mask with bunny ears. "Any suspects that fit the requirements?" He asked, not sparing a glance to his partner.

"A few people that currently are in suspect list. Not all past criminals though." Namjoon replied, flipping through files.

"Mm. How many did you nag?" Jin asked, swiveling his chair to look at his boyfriend.

Namjoon glanced up from the paperwork, "We've grabbed 3 males. Some fit the body requirements. Others, not so much. Kind of hard to find people with black hair in Korea." His boyfriend said sarcastically.

"Let me see the files." Namjoon handed off the few files he had pulled out of the males they grabbed. One male caught his eyes immediately, "He seems too cute."

Namjoon chuckled, "that's what I said. But you never know nowadays. We have to keep a look out for people with bleached blonde hair as well for those few recent murders. Too much chemicals in the hair to get a decent reading on the genetics."

"Tricky bastards." Jin replied. "So you've grabbed these males to interrogate?"

"Yes, we should start off with the eldest first." Namjoon replied, pulling out a file.

Jin hopped off the chair, pecking his cheek. "Then lets go babe."

Namjoon chuckled softly as he followed his boyfriend out of the room. The halls were packed with police officers and crime scene detectives. Namjoon glanced down at some of the photos of the corpses, most were stab victims. Only a few were ever shot. Namjoon frowned as they neared the room.

It had been a solid ten minutes in that room before they concluded the male had nothing to do with the murder. He seemed to harmless and his body type didnt fit the requirements of the photo, even though it was blurry.

They released the male and waited for another one to soon enter the room.

He was hunched over, picking at his nails from nervousness. Seokjin could tell the boy was shaking. However, he continued to stare at the boy's stature. Even under the button up pastel pink shirt, he could tell that he was decently built. "So, Jeon Jungkook. Where were you last night?"

Said male glanced up, "I was in my apartment building."

"Which building is that again?" Jin asks, while namjoon is writing down his replies.

"The one by the college. I've been studying there for a few months."

"Oh?" Jin raised his eyebrows, leaning over. "What exactly were you doing last night? I'm sure it was something interesting."

It was always like this in his interrogations; ask multiple questions, ask the same question but reworded, see if they contradicted themselves.

"No, not really. I had take out around 8, I have my receipt if you need it." He said, pulling out his wallet. A piece of white paper was soon tugged out. 7: 54 clearly printed as the pick up time. "Then I studied for my exams, I watched a few YouTube videos on my phone, then I went to bed. I was home since around 8."

"What if we watched the video feed from the lobby?" Jin asked, "would we find that you lied to us?"

"No, I hadn't left my apartment at all." He said, nervously playing with the hems of his shirt. Only casually glancing up at the two detectives.

Jin glanced back at Namjoon, his boyfriend raised his eyebrow. "The photo was sent at 11."

"Ugh, damn it." Jin cursed, "But I'm sure you've seen the photo by now." Jin said leaning over the table, pulling out a copy of the masked murderer.

"I saw it on the news this morning." He agreed.

"Now what do you think of it?"

Jungkook gulped nervously, "That they're psychotic or something." His shaking became very visible. "I'm scared to leave my house after 8."

"How often do you go out after that time?"

"Hardly ever. Only if I need to." His tan fingers twitched against the table. "I hate it here.." he whispered, his eyes watering. "I dont wanna die.."

"How old are you, Jungkook?" Namjoon asked from his spot against the wall.

"I'm 20. September 1st, 1997."

"You left your apartment this morning, around 9. Where did you go?"

"I went to the coffee shop down by the bank." He replied,"I spoke with somebody named Yoongi."

"What did yoongi look like?"

"Kind of pale. Short. Bleached hair."

"His hair is bleached?"

"Yeah, why?" He raised his bushy eyebrow. "Is there something wrong with him?"

"No. Not at all. We just want to prove your alibis." Namjoon replied, quite clearly lying. Bleached blonde hair, huh?

"So, what about your family?"

Jungkook glanced up, "My parents and brother are in Busan. I moved out here for school."

"You moved all alone? That must be tough. How old were you?"

"I was 15.."

"Who did you live with?"

"I lived with a friend of mine, he passed away though." He said, his head dropping as tears began to fall down his face at the remembrance of said friend.

"That must have been awful, what was his name?"

"Kim Taehyung.."

"How did he pass away?"

"..Some bastard killed him.." Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth, his hands clenched into fists.

"That must have been awful to go through at such a young age, Jungkook." Jin replied to the sobbing boy. "Sorry for making you bring that up. You're free to go for the day."

Jungkook let out a sob as he pushed the chair back, wiping his tears. "Thank you," he mumbled as he exited the room.

Jin looked up at his boyfriend once the door closed all the way. "Keep tabs on him. His fits the requirements."