Eyes Never Lie (Taekook/ Vkook)

5. Reject me

"Good morning Mr.Kim." Jimin spoke low placing a cup of tea in front of his boss and sat down across with his own cup in his hand, slurping with a noise that came out louder than intended, thanks to the pin-drop silence the office was swirled in today.

"Thanks." spoke taking a little sip from the tea himself as he typed in furiously on the computer digging deeper into his researches about Bosco Frigin and Namjoon.

"Um.. How is Kookie holding up?" Jimin asked hesitantly already sensing unusual tensions in the air just by the virtue of a thanks coming out of Kim Taehyung's mouth.

"I don't know how he is holding up, Park." Taehyung looks up at the boy in exasperation slamming his hand on the keyboard.
"I really don't know. The last he spoke was to request me to take him to the crime scene, which you know I can't do- he's too fragile for that! And now he won't talk or eat or move or cry which honestly is worrying."

Jimin was on his feet the next second and stood beside the man with an undying urge to pat his hunched back for comfort. But he knew better. Taehyung utterly dispised unnecessary touches, barely tolerant of a handshake, with the only exception being Jungkook.

"Whatever though. Since when have I started mangling work with personal issues! What happened about all the work I asked you to look after."

"Right." Jimin cleared his throat reminding himself to visit his best friend after work.
"So Namjoon's post martem report is nothing we.. Ahem.. You didn't guess except for a guess about the blade width. It's right there you can-"

"Read already. Next."

"The email sent to that wheelchair man to hide Namjoon's details was already deleted. The cyber branch says it'll be sent by evening. The bank was already closed by the time I reached so I've sent Sophia to-"

"Come in." Taehyung interrupted without the sound of a knock which was now a mundane activity to happen for Jimin, but not so much for Sophia who entered with an astonished face, a file in hand.

"Here's the detail of the account that transferred money to Rob Wallinski's." she spoke handing Jimin the file and running out for dear life right after, before the detective discloses any facts about her sex life again.

Jimin opened the file when gestured to and started reading the contents. "1000£? That cheapster risked his job and life for a mere grand of sterling? What's wrong with him!"

"Park."

"Right. Sorry. So the account holder's name is.." Jimin went straight the bottom of the page and let his jaw drop to the floor
"Holy-moly fuck me to the next dimension!"

"That's a strange name."

"No Mr.Kim! Look for yourself." Jimin inverted the file for Taehyung to read as he noticed the familiar manic, kind of daunting, smirk make way through his face whenever an easy looking case takes an unexpected twist.

"Bosco Frigin."

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September 1, 2000- Smithfield, London.

"Comeon now. Place one hand on your waist and one in your pants pocket and don't smile. Look manly and masculine like those boys on GQ do."

"Papa stoppp." he whined stomped his foot on the freshly watered garden grass then winced to see if he accidentally splashed the muck on his new white doctor Marten's. He didn't, thankfully, otherwise heavens would have cried at the catastrophe.

"Hey. You're eighteen now. A man. Men don't whine. They suck it up and pose like their daddies ask them to."

He pouted but as soon as the camera lens faced him, he posed nonetheless. "I'm going to be late!" he spoke readjusting the ready-made bow tied on top of the crisp straight collar of his new white shirt.