BTS One Shots

Human Error | 1

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Hii, I hope you're all doing well! I'm so excited to be sharing this fic with you guys, I've really really enjoyed writing it :) It's based on this amazing game called detroit: become human, and some scenes in this fic are also inspired by what happens in the game (def go check out the game if you're interested!). This was originally meant to be just a one shot but it ran a bit long fjksds so I've decided to split it up into two parts; the second and last part to this will be up next week! I hope you enjoy this♥

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"So I'm thinking time of death is around one AM."

You nod, rising to your feet as you sigh, crossing your arms. The body at your feet is leaning against the broken white wall, sitting in a pool of fresh blood that stains the linoleum floor. The victim's white shirt is torn where the knife went in – you can't begin to count the number of stab wounds on his torso. You wince at the thought, hoping it was at least a quick death.

"Do we have any info on this guy yet?" you wonder, looking over to the coroner, who simply shakes her head.

"Couldn't find an ID on him," she says. "I haven't had the chance to scan his prints yet, but I'll do it as soon as possible."

"Thanks, let me know what you find," you reply, spinning around when Jiu nods and turns back to the body.

You quickly look around the small studio apartment, at the unmade bed, the dirty dishes stacked up high in the sink, the layer of dust that covers the single bookshelf on the wall. A chair is pushed over in the middle of the room, pieces of a broken plate scattered over the floor. Absently chewing on your bottom lip, you let your gaze glide over the floor, following the trail of blood from the chair to the victim's eventual place of collapse, your eyebrows furrowing as you try to figure out how he might've died.

"His name is Park Donggeun."

You jump a mile in the air, letting out a gasp and whirling around to face the man behind you. Rather, the android standing there.

You scowl up at the pretty face looking down at you, the light brown hair that's so impeccably in place, the uniform and tie that are straightened out perfectly even though it's three in the fucking morning. Even worse, he's smiling all too brightly at you – you wonder who the hell overlooked that design flaw. "Did I ask?"

His smile falls, his face returning to a neutral expression. "Yes, you asked doctor Seung just now," he replies right away, pointing to his right, where Jiu is working. She doesn't hear him.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head. "Last time I checked, your name was still Kim Taehyung, model RK800, serial number 804 572 174 dash 33," you say in a mockingly low voice. You know it's a bad attempt at imitating him – but Taehyung has never commented. "So I didn't ask you, thanks," you add, brushing past him to idly look around the mess of papers and folders on the victim's coffee table.

"I understand you're still mad about last week's incident, but –"

"Oh, fuck off," you snarl, spinning around once more. "That wasn't just an incident, Kim, you made my suspect clam up and he didn't speak for another three days."

A short silence. The circular LED embedded into Taehyung's right temple swirls yellow as he processes your words – he's confused.

"Three days! You know how much time I could've spent on other cases if you hadn't fucked up?!" you exclaim, holding up three fingers for emphasis. No one looks up at your outburst and Taehyung doesn't move, keeping his hands folded behind his back. "I'm surprised the captain even let you back into the field," you mutter as you turn around once more, reaching out with your latex-gloved hand to look underneath a pile of paperwork covered in brown coffee stains, a grin curling at your lips. A phone.