Tables Turned | JH

Chapter 1: Dectetive

Hoseok POV

Jolting awake in bed, I can feel the sweat covering my entire body as my hair sticks to my forehead. A quiet groan falls from my slack lips as I look around to find myself still in my tiny apartment alone.

Dragging my tired body out of my bed, I walk out of my room and over to the tiny kitchen area. Opening up the small fridge I own, I huff as my head falls back.

Fucking empty.

Shaking my head lowly, I slam the fridge door shut again and decide to take a shower. I feel absolutely fucking disgusting after that 'dream'.

So I run the hot water before hopping in and quickly clean up. Thankfully, it eases my tensed muscles and I end up getting out a little bit later feeling much cleaner now that I'm not drenched in sweat.

Walking back into my room with nothing but a towel wrapped around my torso, I pull out a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a plain black tee shirt to go with it. Topping it off, I pull a gray beanie on even though it's near the end of summer.

Exiting my room, I grab my keys off the wooden coffee table in the main room before walking out and locking the door behind me. Turning towards my car in the drive, I sigh and shake my head.

It's a month of driving this old piece of shit car and I'm still not entirely used to it yet. But I ignore the annoyed feeling and step into the drivers seat before starting it up and heading down the road.

I know it's one in the morning and there's hardly anywhere that's going to be open, but there is a gas station not too far away that's open twenty four seven. So, I continue on my way there tiredly in the pitch black darkness of night.

Namjoon POV

Sighing to myself, I tap the end of my pen against my cheek as I stare down at the pictures in front of me. Shaking my head, I just end up pinning them on the board in the office room that we all work in.

"I'm surprised Jung had the balls to go killing some of Kim's men. It kind of looked like there was supposed to be a meeting amongst the men, doesn't it?" Jungkook comments as he looks at the newly posted photos from where he's sat at his desk. I look back at him with lips rugged down at the sides a bit, nodding my head.

"Yeah. If I recall, last time he pulled some stupid shit like this, Kim offed at least double or triple the amount Jung had killed." Jinhyuk speaks up.

"Yes, this is definitely going to cost him men." I agree quietly as I lean back against my desk to look at the pictures of the dead bodies. Just then, the door to the room opens with Daehoon casually strolling in.

"We've got Jung Hoseok held up in a hospital rendered unconscious right now. He's been there for a few hours now." He informs us, looking directly over at me. It's no hidden secret that we've all been searching for the disappeared son, so the fact that he's been found and in a hospital is a huge surprise.

I snap my head in the direction of the man who's unofficially in charge of us. Yoongi and I make eye contact as he looks up at me from his desk before giving me a nod. With that, I nod my head and push myself off the desk I'd been meant against. Walking away from it, I also give a nod to Daehoon as I pass by him before exiting.

Stuffing a hand into my work pants pocket, I pull my keys out as I quickly head down the stairs. As I reach my car outside, I can't help but wonder as to why the hell he's in the hospital. He's been in hiding for a month now and then suddenly resurfaces in the hospital? Hell, Jung never sends anyone there.

I guess that means that it renders the option of Jung keeping him suddenly hidden is out though. But why did he disappear then? Is his father aware that he's there? Questions continue to swarm my thoughts as I drive to the hospital that Daehoon had rambled off knowingly.

Before I know it, the twenty minute drive goes by and I'm parking the car into the lot of the building. As I step out of it, I pat my pockets to ensure I have my badge on me along with my keys before locking the car and heading inside.

As I enter, I don't hesitate and go straight over to the reception desk. The lady sat on the other side glances up at me with a seemingly irked expression, but greets me nonetheless.

"I'm here to see a Jung Hoseok. I need his room number." I inform the lady politely. She ends up giving me a doubtful look in return.

"Association to the patient?" She questions, not bothering to look at me this time as she goes back to whatever work she's doing on her computer. I roll my eyes and pull my badge out to show her. She huffs in response but gives me the room number and directions to it.

Damn, just because you hate your job doesn't mean you have to be an ass about it. There are certain people who would have you dead for that kind of attitude working for them.

I just shake my head to myself and head down the hall in the direction of the room.

Hoseok POV

Feeling myself regain consciousness slowly, I can already feel the onset of a terrible headache. I squeeze my eyes shut at the pain and take a long breath before exhaling it and forcing my eyes open. Though, I'm quick to take note of the fact that I'm no longer in my apartment.

At this realization, I snap into a sitting position as I look around me. Panic fills my body as I realize that I'm in a hospital. Fuck, fuck, fuck. They can't find me.

"Glad to see you're awake Mr. Jung. Hopefully you aren't feeling too terrible after the accident." I hear a male voice speak calmly. I freeze in place at the spoken words before I realize I don't recognize the voice. Turning my head slowly to look over to my side,

"Who the hell are you?" I question lowly with a glare. He merely gives me a smile in return.

"Detective Kim. You can call me Namjoon though."