The "Human" Series [BTS Fanfiction]

Eyes [Seokjin and Namjoon's Encounter]

"Better than last time," Namjoon said as he walked into the suite.

The velvet that covered every inch of the cabin was contrasted by the pure white of the androids. The awful smell coming from the bed allowed Namjoon to locate the body.

"There he is" Namjoon mumbled as he walked towards it.

He slowly moved around, trying to not touch any of the androids that laid around the room. From just a glance, he could tell they had been turned off abruptly.

He reached the bed and frowned.

No blood, a rather small stab wound and the man had his eyes open. This was not the killer he was looking for. After all, the main track was huge amounts of blood and messy crime scenes.

He looked around once more. He reached one of the clothed androids and checked her state. Her skin and clothes were tidy and clean, as well as her hair. None of the androids were tampered, except for turning them off.

"I'm looking for a hacker, I suppose" He mumbled to himself.

He pulled up a hologram of the android's code. By what he could see, the entire system was shut down. The entire ship was out of order, except for the motors and restaurants.

He looked turned around and checked the body again.

Another hologram popped up. The victim had been dead since 6:30.

Namjoon walked out of the cabin. The entire glass square faded the image.

"Here is the list of suspects," An android said as he walked right next to him.

Namjoon frowned. "Weren't you a female model?"

"Yes, but chief wanted a male to take care of the cabin," He said.

Namjoon smiled and thanked the android before walking into his office.

The file was rather thick. Maybe 50 to 60 names.

He sat down. The beige office and brown furniture allowed Namjoon to stand out. His purple hair and the light blue button up were the line of attention in such a dull room.

He slowly pressed the button on the cover of the file and sat back.

His head fell back as he stared at the ceiling. The plain beige was slightly lighter than the walls.

"Kim Seokjin" The robotic voice announced as the third suspect.

Namjoon shot up and looked at the hologram.

"No..." He mumbled as he turned off the hologram.

He hurriedly grabbed his jacket and exited the office. He walked as quickly as he could towards his car. He reached the parking lot, got in his car and sighed.

"This is not a good sign," He said as he started up the engine.

The car roared as it began moving.

"Please call the head of the department." He said out loud.

The car beeped two times before the ringing began.

"I see you saw it too," The man on the other line said.

"Yes, sir," Namjoon said as he took a right turn.

The man sighed. "Is there any way we can find him?"

"Maybe," Namjoon said as the light went red.

He sat back and looked at the sidewalk.

"This is getting out of control. America has to stop sending in their spies. They killed a very respected doctor. The next step is a government official." The man ranted.

Namjoon turned his attention to the street again.

"I need you to find him before he hunts down the rest." The man spoke.

Namjoon's eyes focused on the file. His eyes widened.

"He is not from America. He is from New Hong Kong" Namjoon said,

"You sure?" The man said after a brief pause.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes," Namjoon said as he hung up and sped off.

"The full America territory is a combination of nations. The entire continent is one nation!" The head of the department said to Namjoon. "Maybe he was born here and taken there?"

Namjoon shook his head.

"The suspect is connected to military endeavors. He is overly monitored when it comes to leaving or moving around the country." Namjoon said. "But that doesn't cover communication"

The man groaned in frustration.

"I may know where he is" Namjoon spoke.

The man looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for an answer.

"He was part of the squad that trained with me. The retired or dismissed went to a specific place." Namjoon said, in a rather reserved matter.

"Then find him," The man said as he slammed his hands against the desk.

"Yes sir," Namjoon said as he walked out of the office.

He walked down the stairs in a rather relaxed matter. His thoughts ran through the many options.

"What have you done?" He mumbled as he walked towards his car.

His eye began to scan the map, looking for the safest route.

He closed the door and put on the seatbelt.

"Sir?" He heard the android's voice ring around the car.

"Yes?" He answered as he started up the car.

"There is a drug case open." The android said. "Do you want it? It includes the dealer from last time and the illegal fighting grounds"

"Not now," Namjoon said softly. "Give it to Andrew, he will know what to do"

"Sure, sir," The android said before the two beeps went off.

He drove for about an hour before reaching the outskirts. He could see the big grey buildings stand tall against the beautiful sky.

Namjoon got out the car and began his trip towards the main building.

He opened the door and was met with the smell of freshly baked bread. He stood in front of the main booth and tapped the glass.

"I'm Kim Namjoon. Detective of the 7th squad. I'm looking for someone" Namjoon said as he pulled out his badge.

The screen flashed green.

"Who are you looking for?" The robotic voice said.

"Kim Seokjin," He said.

"He left the facility five months ago" The voice answered.

"I doubt that," Namjoon said as he pushed the door next to the booth open.

He strolled down the hallways, checking every room number.

The green and brown reminded him of his office. The entire facility seemed empty.

He walked into the 879 room and turned on the lights. The entire thing was overflowing with cables and computer screens. However, most of them were dusting over.

"So he did leave," He said as he looked around.

His eyes took images from every angle. The entirety of the room was downloading.

He looked around. And spotted the notebooks on the shelves.

He grabbed his gloves and lowered them.

"Find them in the system. He uses these just to remember" He whispered as he put them back in their original spot.

He turned off the light switch and closed the door.

"Time for a manhunt," He said.