Strip

September 12th, 10:07 A.M.

The call came in when Yoongi was still in bed, rousing the detective from some much needed quiet time.

He ignored it, rolling over in his cheap, dirty motel room bed.

Sunlight was streaming through the rips in the curtain that covered the window, illuminating the carpet of mysterious stains, the haze of smoke hovering around the ceiling and the briefcase stuffed with his case files, photographs and paperwork.

The phone rang again, vibrating against the wooden desk it rested on.

Yoongi groaned, finally blinking his eyes open.

He had actually been awake for the past few hours, but was trying to get back to sleep, but now it was obvious that wasn't happening.

So he huffed, finally sitting up in bed. His hair was a fluffy mess and his eyes were only half opened as he scanned his room, trying to remember where he left his phone last night. He spotted it on the scuffed up desk to his right and reached out for it, catching it a few times with his fingertips before he managed to finally grab it.

"What?" He snapped, holding it to his ear with one hand while his other rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"We got a body."

It was the voice of his detective chief inspector, Sung Chang-woo.

"Where?" Yoongi placed his bare on feet on the shag carpet, running a hand through his hair to try and style it. He was only in his boxers and wrinkled white shirt, his black tie hanging loosely over the half done buttons.

Bending down, he picked up his black pants from the floor and held the phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulled them on.

"Alley between 125th and Main. Get here as soon as you can."

Yoongi hung up and slipped the phone into his pocket before he slid on his socks and shoes. He stood up, grabbing his thin black leather belt off the chair and fixing it around his hips, before he fixed his shirt buttons and tie in the dirty bathroom mirror.

He grabbed the handle of his briefcase as he passed it, exiting his motel room.

He walked down the hot, cracked sidewalk back to the main office. It was empty, even though the check out time was less than hour away.

He walked up to the front desk and slapped his room keys down, startling the worker boy who quickly dropped the phone he had been playing on.

"Room 24. I want my cash deposit back." Yoongi said.

The boy jumped to his feet, clicking on the computer in front of him. "Um, well, actually, sir, housekeeping said they walked past your room earlier and smelt smoke, and room 24 is a nonsmoking room, so I'm afraid I can't give you back your deposit." He glanced nervously up into Yoongi's cold, black eyes.

"Can they prove I smoked in my room?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow, resting an arm on the desk.

The boy blinked. "Uh...no, I don't think so."

Yoongi held out his hand. "Then I'll be taking my deposit back."

The boy opened his mouth, seemed to think better of it, and turned around to open the cash drawer and withdraw Yoongi's 100$ deposit.

He handed the detective the envelope. "H-have a good day sir."

Yoongi swiped it out of the boys hands and shoved it into his back pocket, his other hand pulling out a cigarette and raising it to his lips. Once he was outside he grabbed his lighter and lit the end of it.

He walked to his parked 1967 black Chevrolet Impala, unlocking it and sliding into the drivers seat. He relaxed against the black leather, rolling down the window and tapping his ashes out of it as he slid the keys into the ignition and the car shuddered to life.