"Officer Kim, please get out of my office."
"Chief, two officers have been missing for a week." Namjoon frowned at the middle-aged man sitting behind a desk jotting something down on multiple sheets of paper. "Shouldn't we do something about it?"
"I have been doing something about it. I've already assigned detectives to the case, so you don't have to worry about it." The chief didn't look up from his papers, his sunken eyes shooting from one side of the sheet to another. "Is that all Kim? You're supposed to be out patrolling right now."
Namjoon hesitates.
The ticking clock filled the room, settling between the two as a reminder of the younger's unwelcomed presence. Namjoon stared at the inky scratchings on the sheets of paper under the other man's veiny hands. How the sheets would hiss whenever the chief placed them onto another stack. And when the chief looked up, arching an eyebrow, his pen halting their pecks at the paper, Namjoon coughed into his fist.
"I want to be part of the case," Namjoon said firmly, the police chief leaning forward with eyebrows shooting up, making sure he heard right.
"What?"
"Assign me to the case. I can help, I know-"
"Kim, last time I checked, you're still an officer. You're not a detective."
"But they'll promote me in less than a month. It doesn't really make a difference, does it?" Namjoon asked, exasperated. "Please, chief."
The chief deadpanned, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his face, hoping that this was just some sort of joke.
But no. Namjoon only stared at him wide eyed, with eyebrows shooting up, hands behind his back but almost leaning forward toward the older.
He wanted to look firm, but he only ended up blinking at the chief and recognizing his own desperation.
"I'll let you have three days on this case. You're done after that. You'll go back to your job, not interfering with the case until you get promoted. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" Namjoon bowed before rushing out of the station, hopping into his car. He pulled out the case file from his glove box, flipping it open. He had stolen the file, just in case the Chief had refused. Luckily, he didn't- Namjoon knew it'll be hell explaining the missing file.
Not that the other detectives would allow him to take the file either way- with or without permission...
Two officers were missing.
Min Yoongi. Age 25, Male, 5'9, South Korean- Daegu Black hair, pale.
He had gotten shot a few months prior, got out of the hospital a month ago. Namjoon used to be his FTO when Yoongi was still a mere rookie.
Then Kim Seokjin. Age 25, Male, 5'10, South Korean- Gwacheon, Dark brown hair, tanned.
And these were Namjoon's friends, brothers almost. He had to help in any way he could. No matter snow, wind or rain. He knew if he had gone missing, Yoongi and Seokjin would do the same for him. So taking a back seat would almost seem offending.
Namjoon parked across the house the two officers reported to, glancing around with a short huff as he strides across the quiet street. This small part of South Central was quiet, giving the small house a lot more of an unsettling aura.
The yellow police tape across the door didn't make it any better. The empty windows didn't, either.
Stepping past the yellow tape and into the house, the aged and weary floorboards groaned under his weight.
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Hayran Kurgu(Completed) ((CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN/EDITED )) Min Yoongi. An officer of the law, age 27, was shot after a bank robbery almost a year ago. A month after he returns, he and his partner Kim Seokjin go missing after reporting to a call near 8:00 p...
