Detective Suga

Trainor - 16

Suga slumped onto his bed, tired from that fight he got into. Sure, he was trained to deal with situations and to have stamina, but he just preferred to be be lazy. He could go and work out right now, but he decided that his bed was a much better option. I mean, who wouldn't choose their bed?

He lets out a long exasperated sigh. Something was up with this Jimin guy - something that felt really similar but he couldn't put his finger upon it.

But, instead of thinking about that irrelevant, weird Jimin guy, he had to make an important phone call. That is, to his detective trainer.

Slowly, he slides the covers off of him and reaches for his phone on his nightstand. He swipes through a bunch of stuff and then makes the call, putting the call on speaker since he was alone in his house.

The phone rings for a little bit, and then finally, a click sounds through the device, indicating that the receiver picked up.

"Hello?"

Min Yoongi smiles slightly. "Hello, old man, it's me, Min Suga, Yoongi."

"Oh! My smart boy who graduated way earlier than anyone I've ever seen," the voice rings with happiness evident in his tone.

"Haha, thank you sir. I was wondering if I can meet up anytime soon? I've been facing some problems, with you know, my secret." Suga whispers the last part, although no one was in the house with him.

"Ah, I see. Is it possible to make it tomorrow afternoon, at 4:00 PM at a coffee shop, son?"

A pregnant pause, and then Suga responds. "Can we meet in your office of your agency? It's a bit of a private matter that I'm not comfortable discussing in public..."

"That's alright, son. Come to my training room tomorrow early morning at 6 AM. I have a busy day tomorrow," the trainer chuckles.

"Okay sir. Thank you for making time for this," Suga smiles.

"Anything for my favorite student."

The detective chuckles lightheartedly, says a friendly goodbye and ends the call.

Suga throws himself under the covers, knowing that he would have to cut off some sleep even on a weekend. The only reason keeping him from cancelling is that he seriously needed help and the trainer was a decent human. Seriously, that man was his mentor in his career and his life.

Slowly, Suga falls asleep.

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Jimin waits in his family's training room, dressed in sweats, ready for the work out. Today would be his first day of re-training for his family business.

He takes a glance around the room. There were gym equipment, like treadmills and many weight lifting machines. Various sizes of dumbbells ranged in stacks across the wall, along with a few occasional mirrors. But on the opposite side, there were weapons lined up in their cases. Various types of guns and shooting targets were on full display from Jimin's view. Knives, so large that they almost resembled swords, were next to the guns. One day, hopefully, he'll be able to pick them up and use them effortlessly.

He'll make his father proud.

Then, someone will actually care about him.

The door opens, breaking him from his thoughts. A medium height, but a bit bulky man walked in with a clipboard and a pen. His long gray hair was wrapped into a man bun, and he kindly smiled at the young boy, flashing his pearly white teeth. It was the man from the business dinner a few nights ago.

"Sorry for being a little late, I had to do something really quick. But nice to meet you, Park Jimin. I'm your trainer, Lee Hoseok.

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MONSTA X IS IN THE BUILDING YO
i wrote this during a plane takeoff lol don't judge me