The Photographer [Taejin]

3 경찰서 (police station)

They left the studio with a totally different Seokjin. People were used to seeing a handsome and stylish model on the streets, but, the one that was walking beside Namjoon felt angsty, sad and tired, and those feelings were showing in his face, although covered by a dark sanitary mask.

He wore an oversized grey hoody and comfy and black tracksuit pants. Although pretty casual and baggy, the clothes he wore accentuated the model's toned body and most of the girls (and men) who walked beside them on the sideways couldn't help but stare at him.

"Fucking models and their aura," Namjoon thought, his thought getting darker due to the stress and the stares.

Seokin was oblivious and trying to not to cry again. His thoughts were far away from here, flying miles and miles away, just wandering.

They were getting closer to the police station, a grey and enormous building, it has seven or so floors with crystal tinted windows. There were some police cars parked in front of the entrance, two polices inside, waiting to leave and patrol the streets. Aldo, it has a little garden with grass and thin trees planted. The letters Seoul Gangnam Police station were written in a plain white wall without windows.

The model and his best friend walked to the little garden and sat on a wood bench, waiting for the other two to arrive.

"You have to prepare yourself hyung" started Namjoon. "they will ask you a lot of questions and you must reply to them with care."

"Why?" said Seokjin, honestly confused.

"Because you can become a suspect too" warned the purple-haired man.

He? A suspect? Today was becoming more and more strange.

"So you must be confident, don't talk too much and stick to what they are asking" advised Namjoon, always the one who knew about everything.

Seokjin chuckled, the situation was becoming more and more real and his nerves started to take a toll on his tired brain.

"You speak as if you knew a lot about this kind of situations and I know for sure, as your best friend, that you have never been arrested."

Namjoon laughed.

"Yes, but I watched a lot of CSI to learn English when I was younger. I kind of became a pro at mystery and criminal related things."

Seokjin windshield laugh exploded. He remembered that time when Namjoon, as a music and production student back in university, used to watch any kind of foreign dramas to learn English. He became so fluent in English that most of the time, when Seokjin had to leave South Korea to foreign Fashion Week's, he used to send him audios and a lot of photos to translate. With time, Seokjin got better at English, but he still sucked with his pronunciation.

It was then, in the midst of laughing, when Mark and Jinyoung arrived. They were dragging their bikes and looking funny at him.

"Nice to see you happy after Jackson disappearance" bites Mark, narrowing his eyes.