In Plain Sight {BTS | Namjin}

A Trap

"I hate this," Namjoon sighed, pacing around the small office inside the Busan Police Department. It was nearly seven, so they'd be heading out soon. Their chief had arrived from Seoul about two hours before, and he had been giving orders since then.

It was going to be a small operation, since they still had no idea who the mole was--just six officers apart from Namjoon and Jackson from the Busan PD would be helping. The chief had explained that, if the mole was really from Seoul, using officers from Busan would be the safest plan.

"I know, but it's our only option, Joon," Jackson told him. "Seokjin will be safe, alright? We aren't going to let anything happen to him."

You can't promise that. He had been fighting with himself all day about just telling someone the true identity of this assassin--that he was used to killing things that were nearly impossible to kill--so they didn't really stand a chance.

"Besides," Jin added, "there's no guarantee this guy will show up, anyways. We're basing all of this solely on the fact that he's following me closely."

"He might also be wary, since we've had you at the police station all day," Jackson added with a chuckle. "So, like you said, this guy might not even make a move."

"That doesn't make me feel any better, you two," Namjoon muttered.

"Hey," Jin said, quietly, as everyone went back to work, "don't worry."

"That's impossible."

Jin smiled at him. "Let's head back to the apartment, yeah? We're supposed to wait there for a bit before I fake sneak out."

Nodding, Namjoon went with him to the station's garage to get his car and return to the safehouse. They were both quiet on the drive back, not speaking until after they had gotten safely back inside. Jin was the first to speak.

"I wanted to thank you for everything, Namjoon. I know I wasn't the most cooperative person to work with, but I appreciate everything you've done for me. You can play it off like you're just doing your job, but I know it's a little more than that, so I just wanted to say thanks," he said, smiling at Namjoon as he pushed blonde hair off his forehead.

"You are a pain in the ass," Namjoon agreed, causing Jin to laugh. It was loud, and slightly squeaky, but Namjoon liked the sound of it. It was definitely better than the desperate mumbles he'd heard out of the other man while he slept. Although Jin was a vampire, and had probably seen a lot of violence in his life, he still seemed to be affected by the loss of his adopted family. That fact alone had made Namjoon forgive him for biting him and being such a stubborn asshole when they'd first met.

"I'm going to...eat something," Jin said, going over to the bed and pulling out his duffle bag. "Would you rather I go into the bathroom, or--"

"No, no, it's fine," Namjoon answered. That's right, Jin hadn't had any blood since he'd drank that bloodbag to prove a point to Namjoon a couple of days before. Has it really only been a couple of days since then? It seems like it's been a lot longer.

It felt like they'd been in hiding more than just a couple of weeks, too. It was hard to believe it had been less than a month that they'd known each other. I guess that's what happens when you live so closely with someone else for so long.

"Alright," Jin nodded, glancing almost hesitantly at Namjoon before ripping the top off the bag and tipping it back.

He knew it was rude to stare, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from Jin's lips as they closed over the top of the plastic bag, or the way his Adam's Apple moved as he swallowed the liquid inside. His eyes were closed as he drank, and Namjoon wondered if they were blue again.