Pumped Up Kicks

3

He hadn't expected that at all. For him to be called into a police station so quickly. It was only twelve in the afternoon and he was absolutely fuming. "How the hell did they already call me in?" He spat under his breath as he walked down the street. Other people continued to walk along, only casually glancing at Jungkook. The boy would smile and wave. He had some intuition that the visit was not going to be a one time thing. Let alone, it felt like he was being tracked. He kept glancing over his shoulder occasionally to see if an agent was sent to follow him. He let his feet wander over the city streets, no real destination in mind.

He soon found himself standing in front of the same small cafe from before. He soon put up the smiley facade once again, stepping inside the shop. His eyes wandered around as he stood in front of the counter. His eyes automatically found themselves at a suspicious looking male. He was leaning his head onto his arm and whispering to himself. It didn't take an idiot to notice the equipment tucked into his ear.

"Hey, Jungkook. Back again?" A familiar voice said and pulled the male's attention back to the counter.

"Hey, Yoongi." He chuckled, his apprehension made yoongi raise his eyebrow.

"You were here about like, 2 to 3 hours ago. Do you really need coffee that bad?" Yoongi chuckled as Jungkook's face began to heat up.

"Oh, I'm just kind of stressed out. I got called to the police station." He said, visibly deflating as he told his acquaintance.

Yoongi thought, "Why were you in the station?" His dark eyes scanning the black haired male. The more yoongi thought about it, it was easier to define the boys stature underneath the baggy button down.

"They had a bunch of people called in for interrogation. They thought I was the rabbit killer or something." He said, scratching his neck. "I dont know.. I'm just on edge now."

"That must have sucked." Yoongi replied as he grabbed a to-go cup for Jungkook. "Cant imagine going through something like that."

"Oh, I'm gonna be drinking in. I just need to rest around a bunch of people." He chuckled out, his shoulders slumped.

"No problem," Yoongi replied, making his order from a few hours earlier. Yoongi stole a glance at Jungkook and noticed his attention was at the corner of the store. His eyes soon followed to a male in a green sweater. He quickly saw the bage earpiece. 'Shit, he's wired,' Yoongi thought as he soon turned back to Jungkook. "Here you go. Same as before."

"Thanks," Jungkook mumbled as he took out his wallet. His receipts flew onto the counter, "Ah, shit, sorry." He said as he scrambled to pick them up. Yoongi leaned over to help him gather the papers up. As soon as they were all back into his wallet and the money was on the counter, they both looked up. Jungkook's face soon heated up. Their noses almost touching. He giggled awkwardly as he leaned back. "Sorry.."

"It's fine," Yoongi smiled, putting the money into the register. "Come back over if you need anything."

Jungkook smiled, as he walked over to a table in the back. Yoongi soon realized he sat near the suspicious male he was staring down before. 'Maybe this kid is actually the Rabbit.' He stared at Jungkook before turning his attention back to his conversation with Jimin beforehand, not forgetting the male with the earpiece. Yoongi grabbed a hair net from underneath the counter.

Jungkook left the shop after 15 or so minutes. The male in the sweater soon stood up after Jungkook bad exited the shop, clearly tracking the male. Yoongi soon walked out through the back exit, pulling on his hoodie. He had a black face mask on, his bleached hair tucked back behind the hair net. He saw Jungkook running further down the alley, clearly freaked out by the agent's presence. Jungkook had soon left the alley and onto the side walk at the end. The agent stopped two thirds of the way there. 'What a blithering idiot' Yoongi as he stalked up behind the male, an old wooden board from the shop in hand.

"I lost the suspect, he's heading down the west wing, aware he's being tracked. Requesting somebody to find him on the other side of the block." The agent said, finger pressed into his ear. His grip tightened on the bar, making sure to stay away from the crooked nails. "He was heading towards the college. However, I feel like somebody is stalk-"

The male didn't get to finish before the wood was bashed into the side of his head. The nails brutally stabbing into parts of his skull and crushing the ear piece.