Eyes Never Lie (Taekook/ Vkook)

17. Feed me

June, 2005.

"Hoseok! JUNG HOSEOK!!" he made his way sprinting through the station to the glass cabin in a flash.

Raven black hair tousled into a muss on his forehead adhering to it with the remanants of perspiration, eyes practically bulging out from how turbulent his arrival to the police station was, clothes dishevelled such that the second button of the shirt was buttoned onto the loop of the first causing the overhang of his collar to the right side.

Tumbling on his feet to the front he banged a hand on the sheriff's table startling him beyond belief. "Jung Hosoek! Now!"

"Taehyung!" he pivoted instantly at the call of his name forthwith dashing towards the officer whose forlorn expression didn't help calm the detective to the slightest.
"Stop causing a scene in the department. Come to my office."

"No! Jungkook.. W-where is he?" Hoseok could have sworn he misheard the impinging heartbreak in the voice if it wasn't for the absolute raw agony in the man's eyes. He was never the one with ambrosial persona but he also wasn't the morbid depiction he was now.

"Office, Taehyung. Now." he sternly ordered before starting to walk with the detective trailing behind him wordlessly, a complete one-eighty from the usual allusive remarking dominant.

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Hoseok dragged his chair to the other side beside the man who lay with his head down, occasionally socking it against the table wood consequent to which the officer now sat parallel weaving his fingers through the unkempt hair on the back of the other's head while he muttered only two words.

I'm sorry

"You don't have to apologize, Tae. All I want to know is where you were all night, have you eaten or slept at all."

"I'm sorry Hoseok." he slurred against his forearm that his face rested on, looking up at the other with an outlandish description of his incongruities dripping from the eyes. It was painful to watch.

"Get up. Get up, you." he lugged the other's arm to sit him up straight and like a lifeless rug doll Taehyung did, now slumping back in the chair.
"You needed time to wrap your head around everything. It's unfortunate that this incident happened in your absence, but in no way is it for you to be blamed."

Taehyung nodded barely, craning his neck later to fall back on the almost arthritic backrest of the chair with his eyes closed as if bathing in nothing but fatigue.

"You're strong. Too strong. If it were my wife standing there with commits of three murders, one attempted slaughter, one suicide attempt and hospital runaway, I.. I can't even fathom the bedlamite that would've unleashed out of me! I don't know how you're still.. You."

Wording a reply didn't seem the apt response to Taehyung at the moment. The slightly ajar window allows sunlight to gently paint the office as it cascades down the length of the floor and climbs on the table up to Taehyung's open eyes. Because yes, he is awake. But is he really?

"W-wait.. What- what did you just say?"

"Okay I take that back. You're not you if something missed your vulture ears!" a futile attempt at lightening the heavy mercury like air was passed by unattended and only the expectant eyes were to be found.

"Attem- attempted murder? Does that mean-"

"Yes, Tae. If you had not hung up the phone on me before letting me finish, you would've known now that Jin managed to survive. He flung an adjacent lying chair on Jungkook's head and managed to escape. We found him running frantically through the woods. Jimin is staying with him in the hospital since..."