Through The Scope || Yoonmin

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"And now I have no fucking idea what to do! It's.. it's destroying me. The police have nothing! Fucking nothing!" Aron put his face in his hands, crying softly into them.

Jungkook nodded along, bringing the glass of whiskey to his lips. Leaning back on Aron's couch, he sighed. "Perhaps we should conduct our own investigation. I have some experience in this kind of thing, so we wouldn't be clueless."

Aron laughed in amusement, shaking his head as he lifted his head, grabbing his water and gulping that down.

After having a bunch of drinks at the bar, Aron was doing his best to sober up at his house. He had taken his new friend, Jungkook, back with him to talk. He was an interesting man, one he could tell who would listen to him without a problem.

"No offense, but that's an awful idea." Aron met Jungkook's determined eyes with his sad ones. The room was silent while he processed what Jungkook was actually saying. "Holy shit, that might work! We could- we could literally find him! But where would we start?"

Jungkook shrugged, holding his hands in the air before he laughed and brought them to his lap. Tapping the glass with his finger, he hummed. "The crime scene. We have to work out what we think went down."

Aron snapped his fingers repeatedly, standing up quickly and running across the room, yanking a drawer open and pulling out a yellow notepad. Running his pen across the paper, Aron smiled widely. "Thank you- really, thank you Jungkook. You're doing more for me than you know."

Jungkook smiled sincerely, tilting his head ever so slightly as he laughed. "No, don't thank me. No need, I'm just helping a friend! Besides, you're doing so much more for me than you know."

Aron paused, giving Jungkook a quizzical look before he looked back down to his paper. "You're weird. Okay, we need to make a checklist of steps to go through! Are you sure you want to do this?"

Jungkook grabbed his glass again, swirling the ice around while a smile threatened to surface on his face. "Oh, believe me, I'm positive.

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"Yoongi, hold still! If you struggle, it could hit your femoral artery. Do you want to sever that? I can confirm, you will bleed out quick-"

"I'm s-sorry! I can't talk, but I-I'm sorry.. please don't, please!" Yoongi wailed, sobbing hard as he continued to kick his legs, not letting Jimin tie grab his ankles or any part of his legs.

Jimin clicked his tongue, taking a deep breath. "Detective, give me your fucking leg before I put a bullet somewhere else." He snapped, his tone threatening as he grabbed Yoongi's ankle, yanking on it.

Yoongi screamed, bringing his other leg to kick at Jimin's hand. "Stop, let me go!"

Jimin pulled his hand back with a hiss, turning his hand over to look at the spot Yoongi had shoved against the floor. Some skin had ripped, but overall it wasn't even considered anything more than a scrape.

Jimin gave Yoongi a dark look before he got to his feet, walking over to the door, opening it, stepping out, and shutting it. Turning on his ear piece, he spoke forcefully into it. "Hoseok, get your ass down here right now. Are you nearby?"

"Yeah!" Hoseok's voice entered his ear, though muffled slightly. Sounded like he was eating. "What's the problem?"

"Don't ask questions, just get over here before I lose my fucking mind. When you do, just come inside, I'll leave it unlocked. Bring rope." Jimin didn't wait for a reply, for he had already turned off the ear piece and yanked the door open once again.

Dropping to his knees, Jimin gripped Yoongi's chin tightly, forcing him to face him. "You're pissing me off, Detective. Do you truly want me pissed off?"

Yoongi scrunched his face up, spitting in Jimin's face. "You can go to hell!" Yoongi's chest rose and fell quickly, his exposed chest holding a sheen layer of sweat from all the kicking and crying he had done.

Jimin chuckled lowly, his eyes dark when he opened them again. He brought his hand up and wiped at his cheek, wiping the spit on his shirt. In a quick movement, he wrapped his hands around Yoongi's neck, raising his voice just slightly. "Spit on me again and I'll cut your fucking ear off! You're testing my patience, I suggest you shut the fuck up and do what you're told!"

At that moment, the door shut. Hoseok cleared his throat, watching as Jimin slowly released Yoongi and stood up straight.

Jimin turned to Hoseok, his jaw clenched and his eyes half lidded. "Keep him from moving. If he touches me again, shock him."

Hoseok nodded, immediately getting on the floor on the side of Yoongi. Yoongi was sobbing again, trying to kick his legs, but Jimin was still standing and staring down at Yoongi with a displeased look.

Hoseok wrapped the first part of the rope around Yoongi's waist, tying it in a knot before he looped it under Yoongi's left knee. Hoseok crawled behind the elder male, pulling hard on the rope to bring Yoongi's thigh to his chest. He tied that in a knot behind his back, repeating the process a few times to make sure it was too tight to get out of.

Once that was finished, Hoseok got back to his original spot and held Yoongi's leg down, making sure he couldn't move it, aside from little movements.

Dropping down to one knee, Jimin positioned the end of the gun to Yoongi's thigh, where no life-long problems would occur. It was basically an easy place to heal with little complications, as long as it was treated properly. Now, if Yoongi were to move, he could hit a major artery or other important things.

The room was silent except for Yoongi's sobs, the young male still trying his hardest to get his leg away from the gun.

"Detective, listen carefully." Jimin kept his eye on where he had his gun positioned, his breathing calm. "It's happening whether you like it or not. I suggest you cut the shit and stop moving, that way you're still able to walk when all of this is over."

Yoongi kept his leg as still as he could, despite the constant trembling. In his time as a detective, he had gotten shot quite a few times. Neither of the times did he expect it. When you have to sit and watch yourself get shot, that was a different story.

"One."

Yoongi held his breath.

"Two."

He clenched his mouth shut.

"Three."

Bang!
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