Eyes Never Lie (Taekook/ Vkook)

15. Kill me

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June 3rd, 2005.

"WHAT INCOMPETENT GOOD-FOR-NOTHING DEPARTMENT ARE YOU, HUH?" he slammed a good hand on Hoseok's table with a screaching drag of the chair from his abrupt getting up.

"Taehyung! Calm down I have my men all over. We're trying-" Hoseok outed his best composure to simmer down the incomparably finicky detective.

"Well you're not trying enough!!" He tugged at his hair with both hands so visibily harsh that it had the quiet apprehensive assistant almost reach out. Almost. "Why don't you just face the music huh? About how incapable you are. How bungling, maladroit shitty-"

"Shut the fuck up! I have every damn patrol under my authority looking for Jungkook. Should I remind you that besides being your lover-boy he is a convict with multiple murders on his head!"

Taehyung balled his fists tight enough to have a possible bleed from the dig of his own nails.
Jimin gulped, not sure if that was a method to practice self restraint or a naked warning for officer Jung to shut his mouth.

"Shutup Jung."

The latter it is.

The voice low, deeper than his already deep one, almost barrelling a growl was better than much to send an icy chill down Jimin's posture.

However Hoseok either didn't get phased by the warning or was adamant on pressing the wrong buttons considering how he still decided to continue.

"And let's face it. Jungkook would have been with us by now had you wanted that to happen. So who isn't actually trying-"

Taehyung trudges with the biggest steps to round the table and grabs Hoseok be his collar hoisting him up.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he gritted his teeth and let out a gravelly voice.

Jimin, in a state of utter panic, got up too ready to usher the fuming male off the officer. It'd be better if only one fiancé got arrested at a time. But he, in time saw the hand officer Jung waved at him to stop.

"I've known you for years, Kim. If you wanted to find him, you would've by now. So stop yelling because your drama isn't working here. You've taken yourself out of the case so until you decided to join back-" he yanks his collar out of a speechless Taehyung's hand "-you better act like a proper civilian. Stay in your lane and let us do our work."

Taehyung takes a bewildered step backwards, looking around frantically to wrap his head around the words. His eyes find Jimin's in a split second; shedding a despondency that the younger had never seen in anyone ever, let alone the alleged Freak Kim Taehyung.

Was he trying to say something? An urge? A favor? He had no idea. But he knew that those eyes wanted something from him.
He had seen Jungkook and Taehyung do this a billion times while he used to begrudgingly third wheel.

Look into each other's eyes for a mere moment and then spontaneously come to some unanimous conclusions. That was their thing.

He wished he could help Taehyung like so. How Jungkook just knew what sentiments to sort. How he always let Taehyung know what he was feeling. He can't. He is not Jungkook. And seeing the raw dejection in those eyes, he's thankful he isn't.

"Mr. Kim-"

"Y-you can handle here, right Park?"

Handle what? Why me? You don't even trust me with minor robberies? Why this? Where are you going? Wait!

One million things he could find on top of his head to blurt out and yet in a moment of tongue tie, all he could do is nod and watch Taehyung approach the door.