Friday 13th - A BTS FANFICTION

Chapter 4 - Who are you really?

Monday 2nd September - 11 days till doomsday.

Kim namjoon sighed and sat back on the worn out leather of his black swivel chair.

He was sat in his office in the Busan Police Department with three other officers, two of whom were already fast asleep with their heads resting on their desks and paper stuck to their faces.

It was 3am. Namjoon could feel his eyes drying out with fatigue, and a headache pounding at his temples.

They had been trying to predict the whereabouts of Park Jimin for hours, and, for all the other officers, it was starting to get boring.

But Namjoon was different.

Ever since he had become head of the investigation department and taken on the infuriating NASA case, he had been filled with an unbearable need to catch whoever was responsible. He had never been so obsessed with a single case in all his years of policing.

"Boss, can we go home yet?" Sargent Kim whined. "I am so tired..."

"No Seokin. We have to solve this!"

"But we haven't got any further in the past few hours! If the world is going to be destroyed anyway, why do we need to catch this miserable pest? Why can't we just enjoy the last few days?"

Namjoon gave him a stern look and Seokjin gave up, turning his head back to the long text and photo document on the table in front of him.

"What are we even looking for?" He asked.

"This is a list of all the Park Jimins in South Korea. We have figured out that the most likely possibility is this man here" Namjoon explained, placing a fingertip on one of the photos. "We need to find out where he is."

"Can't we do this tomorrow?" Jin whined. "Everyone else is asleep already! I need my beauty sleep you know! Keeping this face pretty isn't as easy as you think!"

Namjoon chuckled and decided to give up.

"Fine, go home. But if you see anyone on the street, show them this." He ordered, handing the man a sheet of paper with the suspects face printed on it.

"It's 3am Namjoon." Jin chuckled. "Who is crazy enough to be awake at this hour?"

With that, he slung his coat over his shoulder and left.

—-***—-

Yoongi woke up at 4:30AM. His eyes were dry and sore; his head felt thick with the fogginess you get when you first wake up; his lips were cracked and in need of chapstick; his back was aching from lying on the floor and his ears were ringing painfully.

Once he had managed to fully gain consciousness, he sat up and looked around.

Then all the memories came flooding back.

He looked over to the two men lying on the bed across the room and chuckled. Jimin had his head resting cutely on the other man's chest, and Hoseok was lying with his mouth open.

"Just friends?" He whispered to himself, smirking.

He stood up and silently went over to the door. Now was his chance to escape.

To get away from these men, from Park Jimin, and from trouble.

He picked up his hoodie, checking he had money still in his wallet. Satisfied with the several 20000 won notes incased inside the leather, he silently unlocked the hotel door and slipped out without waking the two other boys.

He walked as quietly as an alley cat through the narrow hallways of the building until he found the main double doors.

Leaving through the entrance, he was hit by a wave of freezing air, making goosebumps spring up on his skin. His breath puffed out into clouds of vapor and he breathed in the chilly night.