Namjoon sat on his leather chair, a dull light filling his office as he focused on the many files that crowded his desk. A loud sigh escaped his lips, he turned to look at the time his digital clock shone 2:57 'damn' he cursed under his breath.
"59 dead and 43 injured...how could anyone be so inhuman and with bear evidence left behind in the crime scene and no suspicious sightings for any shooters, this has to be more than a shooting" As he was thinking out loud, the door to his office opened causing a soft bell sound to fill the room, he turned to see his older brother standing holding a tray with two cups of tea. Taehyung."Joonie how many times do I have to tell you to not over work yourself?"
"As many times it takes to make me listen hyung" He let out with a tired giggle.
His brother stood there with a fond smile and made his way to the chair beside Joon, he sat and offered his brother his tea, who accepted it not before showing him a small dimple smile. They both drank the tea in a comfortable silence, moments later Tae got up to put the cups away telling Joon to not worry about the papers as he would clean up the mess his younger brother caused. Joon came back to check on his brother who was just about exit the office, they both said a quick good night to each other before they made their way to their rooms.
Namjoon and Taehyung were always close even though they are adults they share an apartment with each other, Namjoon being 27 and Tae the older being 31, despite the large age difference they managed to stay closer than most siblings.
Their reason for this could be that their parents passed away when namjoon was in his first year of university in a shooting, which brought out a passion for them to both join the police force, both however continued their studies to be FBI agents and earned themselves a high reputation.
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*The next morning*
Tae woke up to hear many thuds coming from the kitchen, he mentally sighed knowing it was another one of Namjoon's attempts of cooking, he got himself off the bed and groggily dragged his half asleep self to the kitchen downstairs. Namjoon looked back with flour covering his face and a few pans on the ground while showing him a goofy smile "Sorry hyung! I just thought that it would work today! y'know I felt it!" Tae felt like yeeting his flip flops at Namjoon but refrained from doing so. Tae dragged Namjoon out of the kitchen and hit him on the head which Namjoon responded with a 'ouch' "fOr thE lAsT tIme sTaY oUt oF tHe KitChEn", half an hour later the breakfast Tae had served was gone and Namjoon went to remove it out of his system the old fashioned way.
*At Work*
Work life as a FBI worker has always been exhausting, the poor boys are either in a under cover mission or spend their time working through the files and cover their work space. A knock was heard and Namjoon yelled a quick 'come in'
"Sir Kim I have been ordered to give you updates on the latest case which I am sure you have been informed about and also need to tell you that you and Mr. Kim will be working on this case along with the police force"
"Ahh...that yes I have certainly heard of this case in fact I was studying through the info the whole department was give last night" he smiled and continued
"say do you know if Mr. Kim has hear about this or has been informed about the case being sent to our department"
"no sir I am not aware about that, here are the files I will take my leave, Chief Min has said to let him know if any help his required"
Namjoon dismissed to boy and sat down to look through the file, only this time in full details.
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