The Detective and His Ghost || sope (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 15

"Hi, I—" The man began only to be met with a death stare.

"Woah, woah, Officer I'm not in trouble am I?" He smiled nervously, flashing the the cutest dimples.

Jin blinked for a few seconds, stunned by his beauty. Regaining his composure, he apologised, " I'm sorry."

"I'm actually a journalist from, may I interview you for an article I'm writing? It's on the demolition of this building at the end of the year." He asked, whipping out his phone.

"Yeah, that's ok." He replied, brushing a lock of hair aside.

Elated, he exclaimed, "alright! Let's get started."

"So, what are your thoughts on the destruction of this building?" He asked.

A long pause ensued.

"I uh, haven't been interviewed before, haha." Jin chuckled anxiously, twirling the corner of his shirt.

The journalist raised an eyebrow. "I thought being in press conferences were part of the job?"

"Not this cop." Jin said blankly, ordering another shot.

"Oh, I didn't mean like-like that. You know what, bartender!" He yelled, surprising the detective.

"Put our drinks on my tab." He ordered.

Turning his attention back to Jin, he continued, "consider that my apology."

All Jin could do was accept it, and blush. Besides it was the only genuine time someone offered to pay for his drinks without wanting a kiss in return.

"Now, back to the subject of the matter, I'll go first. This place used to be a library. I came here almost every week with my parents to borrow books. I'm sure that influenced me a lot."

Jin looked away. "I wish my parents had more time."

"What? oh, oh my god, I am so sorry. I am just a jackass today." He aplogised profusely.

"It's ok, my brother and I are making it." Jin assured, before being hit with a tsunami of emotions.

"What's wrong?"

"It just reminded me of a case I was on. The perp was an elder brother just like me. He only did it to help his brother through school too."

"And my partner, he- I don't want this in the paper-" Jin said, before being cut off by the journalist, saying, "forget the article, there's clearly someone more important here."

Blood coloured Jin's cheeks an even darker shade of red.

"He- he couldn't let it go. He insisted the perp is innocent, and is risking his safety and others to prove his point. He says he'll change but I'm not sure I can believe him."

"After all he is- let's not go there."

"Well, if you want to here my opinion, I think he has his reasons and from what you've said he is incredible stubborn."

"However, his stubbornness may be a perk too. What if he's right? What if there are many other victims out there that could be saved? Of course I don't know the past between you two, but if you could let him in once before, I think you could do so again. Give him one more chance, not for you."

He held Jin's hands.

"For me."

Jin smiled, for the first time in days.

"Come on, the night is still young, let's drink! Bartender!"

One drink let to another and another, till Jin couldn't walk straight.

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"What time is it?" Jin slurred.

"3am." Namjoon checked.

Fuck. He forgot about Taehyung!

"I gotta go." Jin attempt to leave his seat, but stumbled a few feet before the journalist caught him.

"You can't drive like this."

"Neither can you!" Jin booped his nose.

"I'll call a cab." With Jin in his arms, he went out into the cold freezing night.

As Jin scooted into the cab, he told his driver his address and proceeded to space out.

I can't just leave such a handsome man alone in the middle of the night. But my mission is over so...

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"I'm a fucking chef! Don't tell me what to do!" Jin reprimanded.

"Put down the knife Jin, it's 4 in the morning."

Where are you Jin's younger brother?

He made his way through Jin's house to supposedly Taehyung's room.

"Uh, I'm Jin's friend, your brother..." The Journalist's words trailed off realising Jin's brother was nowhere to be found.

All that remained was a single black feather.

Weird.

Before Namjoon could put anymore thought into the odd disappearance, a loud bang came from the room and a whine for his presence.

Namjoon dragged his feet towards the room.

"Jin it's in the middle of the night..." His words trailed off, too stunned by what he was witnessing.

Jin's shirt flung to the other side of the room, reavealing the treasure that lies beneath it.

Perfectly toned abs to go match his sculpted face.

Namjoon stood rooted to the ground, his blood colouring his cheeks a deep shade of red.

I think I'm gonna have a nose bleed.

Frustrated that all he was doing was standing there, Seokjin yelled, "Namjoon! Stop staring and help me unzip my pants!"

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

Get yourself together! You're an assassin for goodness sake!

Namjoon sighed. This was not what he signed up for.

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Slivers of sunlight shone through the curtains, signalling a new day.

Jin's eyelids fluttered open, only to be met with a throbbing headache as he struggled to remember the events that had occurred the previous night.

Clothes laid strewn across the room as if someone had robbed him.

After searching the bedsheets for a moment, he found his pants and-

A note?

Call me ♡ 12345678

-NJ