Eunsook has worked two weeks' worth of night shifts since her encounter with the man that had left her with his denim jacket, and he hadn't returned since. Jungkook and Seokjin have teased her about him relentlessly, only resulting in Eunsook wanting to roll over their toes with her skates even more than usual. His jacket hangs on the coatrack in the back room, on the off chance that he ever does come back for it, but the chances of that happening lessen with each passing day and no sign of him. Eunsook doesn't know if she wants him to come back or not. For one thing, it will just give Jungkook and Seokjin more material to use to mess with her. For another, he was very odd, and Eunsook couldn't quite wrap her head around him.

But the fact that he was odd was almost refreshing. The night shifts were exhaustingly monotonous the majority of the time, and the night he had come, he had at least made her job interesting. And, on the rare occasions that customers do come in, he is one of the more bearable ones.

Unlike who Eunsook is dealing with now.

The diner is unusually active for this time of night, around 3 o'clock. A group of truck drivers had congregated in the only place in town open for food and a little rest before continuing on their route. The truck drivers are rowdy, vulgar, and they tipped horribly to boot. Eunsook is not their biggest fan. Most of them had opted to sit together in the booths, which has the normally goofy Jungkook zooming around on his roller skates between the dining room and the kitchen, mumbling curses beneath his breath with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw. The truck drivers clearly aren't his favorite, either.

But, a couple drivers had chosen to sit at Eunsook's counter, to her complete and utter dismay. They're rude, and snap their fingers at her to get her attention. They don't say please or thank you, hardly even bothering to look her in the eye when ordering. Rather, they opt to look other places, resulting in Eunsook buttoning up her shirt as high as it could go and pulling down her skirt whenever she feels lingering eyes on her. Feeling wildly uncomfortable, she sets down two glasses of draft beer in front of them before skating back to the kitchen with their food orders. She can't let the drivers look at her too long. She tosses her slips into the basket in front of Seokjin, who is chaotically flipping burgers and frying chicken.

"Are you kidding me?" Seokjin asks as soon as his eyes skim her new slips as he hangs them up on the line. "They want an omelette? An omelette? What kind of behemoth orders an omelette at this time of night?" Seokjin complains.

"The kind of behemoth who checks out my ass and tits before checking out the menu." Eunsook deadpans, and Seokjin groans, cracking eggs angrily into a bowl.

"Do you want me to say something? 'Cause I will. I'll march right out there with my trusty frying pan as back up, and—"

"I'm fine, Jin. Don't worry, seriously. I can handle it, they're just gross." Eunsook reassures her friend, chuckling quietly.

"Fine, if you say so. But I'm still gonna leave a little bit of egg shell in their omelettes." Seokjin informs her matter-of-factly.

"That's a nice touch." She says, and Seokjin sends her a wink. She turns to leave the kitchen and skate back behind the counter, but is nearly run over by Jungkook on his way in to the kitchen, practically burning rubber. "Easy there, speed racer." She remarks sarcastically. "This isn't the Daytona 500."

"I'm gonna lose it. They're animals. Literal scum." He exclaims, slamming more slips into Seokjin's basket.

"Trust me, we know. They're pervs, too." Seokjin reassures the frustrated Jungkook. Jungkook gasps, and starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing his tattoos and toned arms that prove he can be more intimidating than he looks at first glance.

"I'll swing. Say the word, and I'll fuckin' swing." Jungkook informs her, and Eunsook can't help but laugh. Jungkook can look intimidating, but they all know he's a softie that wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone get into a fight.

"Nono, no swinging. I'm fine, I promise. I can take care of myself." Eunsook says, and Jungkook sighs, a pout forming on his lips. Just like that, he's converted back to his normal state of cuteness, all traces of intimidation gone.

"Why not? I really wanna." He whines, and Eunsook just laughs. "Okay, fine, I won't. But you should still put something on that covers your legs a little more."

"Unless you want switch with me and give me your pants—"

"Haha, funny. Do you have, I don't know, an oversized sweater, or a jacket—wait!" Jungkook's eyes light up with an idea, and a mischievous smirk settles on his lips. He skates over to the coatrack in the corner, and Eunsook immediately knows where he's going with this.

"Jungkook. Absolutely not."

"Yes. I will not let you out of this kitchen until you put it on." He says, returning to her with the stranger's denim jacket in hand.

"Seokjin, help me." Eunsook sighs in exasperation. Seokjin just shrugs, sliding two plates with omelettes, hash browns, and toast to the end of his line.

"I mean, it doesn't seem like a bad idea. Which is surprising, considering Jungkook thought of it." Seokjin says.

"Hey!" Jungkook protests.

"Just wear it. It can't hurt. It'll give the pervs less to work with." Seokjin continues, completely ignoring Jungkook. "Order up, by the way." He says, gesturing to the omelettes before starting on Jungkook's slips. Groaning, Eunsook takes the jacket from Jungkook with a glare and shrugs it on. The sleeves come down past her hands and the jacket is longer than her skirt, which she supposed was the whole point of Jungkook's idea. She retrieves the plates from the end of Seokjin's line and skates out to the counter.

"Here you go. Two omelettes with hash browns and toast. Enjoy." Eunsook says, trying to get out of there with minimal interaction, but the truck drivers speak up.

"Hm, I don't remember ordering a jacket." One says. He's pudgy and bearded, and his voice sounds like sand paper.

"Um, I was cold." She says, biting back the sarcastic remarks on her tongue.

"Really? Because I thought you were hot." The other says, and Eunsook rolls her eyes.

"Will that be all?" Eunsook asks, but doesn't give them a chance to answer, having had enough of their shit. "Yes? Good. Here are your checks—" Eunsook stops abruptly when one grabs her wrist through the jacket sleeve as she puts down the checks on the counter.

"I'm actually not done." He says, close enough for her to smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Well, I am. Get the hell off of me." She says.

"I didn't order any attitude, either. Now, let us see, and maybe you'll get a nice tip." He grins, slimy. Eunsook pulls on her wrist hard, but his grip is too tight.

"Hey, get off of her." A deep voice sounds then. It's quiet, but firm enough to be scary. The truck drivers turn around, releasing her wrist. Eunsook backs up into Jungkook who had seen the events on the CCTV cameras and rushed out. He says something, arm around her shoulders, but Eunsook doesn't hear him, her eyes focused on the man addressing the truck drivers.

The stranger who's jacket she currently wore.

"Who the hell are you? The slut's boyfriend?" One driver says, sneering at the man. He wasn't wearing a hat this time, his light brown hair slightly styled. It gave her a better view of his face—he was even more handsome than she originally thought. Rather than denim, he wore a leather jacket and black jeans, a gray button up underneath.

"Nope. Just someone with enough brain cells to know that women deserve respect. Clearly, you're lacking in that department." He says calmly, a smile on his face as the truck drivers lunge towards him. He doesn't even flinch, but laughs, stepping out of their way. "Easy, fellas. And, oh! I almost forgot—" He says, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket. The man pulls out a badge and an identity card—

Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Kim Namjoon, Behavioral Analysis Unit, Federal Bureau of Investigation.

The truck drivers gape at him. Eunsook and Jungkook watch with raised eyebrows. "Yeah, I suggest you get out of here before I book you for assault." He states. The truck drivers continue to stare in disbelief. "Now." He says, and this sends the drivers scrambling for their things, tossing money onto the counter at random and practically running out of the diner.

"He's. So. Cool." Jungkook murmurs to Eunsook, eyes wide as he watches Namjoon. "I want to be him." Eunsook practically snorts.

"Are you okay?" The man, Kim Namjoon, asks, gaze directed on Eunsook now.

"Uh, yeah." Eunsook says softly. "I'm fine."

"Thank you, man." Jungkook speaks up. "I mean, uh, shit, sir! Not man! Agent Doctor Kim, sir!" Jungkook awkwardly babbles, and the one being addressed laughs.

"Just Namjoon is fine." He says, and Jungkook gives him a look of awe before retreating to the kitchen with bright red cheeks, leaving Namjoon and Eunsook alone.

"Sorry we had to meet like this, but, it's nice to see you again." He says, taking a seat at the counter, smiling at Eunsook warmly. Mildly malfunctioning, Eunsook just blinks at him.

"Um, coffee?" She asks. Namjoon chuckles and nods.

"If you don't mind." He says. Eunsook nods, going back to the pot that was already brewed. She pours a mug full and skates back, setting it down on the counter. "Wow, already brewed?" He asks. Eunsook freezes. As much as she hates to admit it, she's been brewing a pot every night shift on the off chance that Namjoon might come back in. She can't quite put a finger on why.

"Yeah, uh, one of the drivers ordered it." She lies.

"Oh, I see." Namjoon says, taking a drink of the scalding hot coffee. Something about his tone mixed with the look in his eyes tells her he knows she's not telling the truth.

"So...the FBI, huh?" she asks, and Namjoon nods. He isn't smug, nor overly proud. Modest. Eunsook likes it. "Behavioral Analysis Unit." She states, trying to figure out how to ask what that unit does without seeming overly curious, or impressed, despite being both of those things at the moment.

"It's a unit that investigates crimes, mostly abductions, terrorism or serial homicides." He says, as if reading her mind. "Our job is to build a profile of a suspect who might have committed a crime through logical inferences based on their behavior to give law enforcement an idea of who they're looking for." 

"Oh." Eunsook deadpans, eyes wide. He reads behavior for a living. So that's how Namjoon seems to know exactly what she's thinking. Son of a bitch. "So that's how you knew exactly what to say to get those meatheads to leave." Namjoon laughs a little at this, sipping his coffee.

"Not quite. I didn't need to profile them to figure that out. Anybody could tell that those guys had a severe case of SDS." Namjoon says, and Eunsook raises an eyebrow.

"SDS?"

"Small Dick Syndrome. In which men who are not very well endowed act like dicks to make up for their lack of one." He says, and Eunsook can't help but laugh at that.

"I'm using that. That's good." She says, once her laughter has died down. The silence that falls now is obvious, but not uncomfortable. Namjoon locks eyes with her, gaze warm. Eunsook remembers what he said about warmth, and wonders if this feeling is what he meant. She doesn't know Namjoon very well, but the more she comes to discover only makes her like his presence more. "So, wait. Why are you here? You didn't come all this way because your special agent Spidey Senses were tingling, did you?" Eunsook finally speaks, and Namjoon smiles. His dimples indent his cheeks, only making him more endearing.

"No." He says.

"Darn. I thought you were just dying to be my knight in shining leather." She teases sarcastically.

"No, but it has been a plus." He says, causing Eunsook's cheeks to warm. "The airport the BAU uses to fly out to crime scenes is five minutes from here. By the time we get home, sometimes it's late and I need some sort of caffeine in my system if I'm gonna drive home in one piece."

"Oh, gotcha. So you got off work and needed sustenance." Eunsook says, and Namjoon nods. He's almost finished his coffee, and Eunsook's heart sinks. She doesn't want to go back to her boring night shift. Namjoon is so interesting, something fun that interrupts her uninteresting cycle of school, work, sleep, repeat. "Where were you coming from?"

"California." Namjoon replies. "I can't say much else because it's confidential, but everyone turned out okay in the end. Our profile was right."

"Wow." Eunsook says, almost wistfully. "It seems so...rewarding."

"It can be. It's hard when it doesn't end happily though." Namjoon admits, staring down into his nearly empty coffee cup. "If we mess up...the outcome can be devastating. But the cases that go well are worth having to experience the ones that don't. The feeling is...invaluable."

"I wish I had a job like that." Eunsook blurts. She doesn't know when she got so honest, but she guesses Namjoon brings that out in her. She's not really one to share her feelings, but around Namjoon she seems to be an open book. "This is so...mediocre, y'know? It pays, so that's good, but I don't enjoy it at all. It doesn't make me feel anything, let alone something invaluable."

"Well, what are you studying? You said you're a student, right?" He asks insightfully. Eunsook, surprised he cared enough to remember, frowns at the thought of what she's studying.

"Accounting." She says blankly. Namjoon raises his eyebrows.

"Really? You don't strike me as an accountant." He says softly. A look of mild concern is in his eyes. Eunsook laughs dryly, void of humor.

"Yeah, tell that to my parents. Maybe they'll listen to you. You're an expert at understanding people." She says bitterly, and for once, Namjoon seems to be at a loss for words. Seeing him speechless, Eunsook scrambles for words. "I'm sorry, that was—uh, that was a lot."

"No, don't apologize. Seriously." Namjoon says. When anyone else says that, Eunsook doesn't believe them, thinking they're only saying that to make her feel better. But when Namjoon says it, with one look into his coffee colored eyes, she believes him. When Namjoon says anything, there's a sense of sincerity about him. He doesn't say things he doesn't really
mean.

"Okay." Eunsook says quietly, drowning in Namjoon's intense gaze. She doesn't know what she did for Namjoon to even give her a second glance, let alone care about her problems, but she can tell that he does. The silence is broken once more, but this time, by Namjoon's ringing cellphone. He shoots her an apologetic look, before answering. She tries to busy herself behind the counter to give him some privacy, but she can't help but overhear him.

"This is Kim." He answers. A pause. "Oh, Taehyung. What is it?" Another pause. "I mean, I'm kind of busy. What's wrong?" Pause. A sigh. "Shit. Okay." Pause. "Oh, okay. I'll be there. Do you think you can grab my go-bag from my desk? I'll just meet you on the jet for the debriefing." Pause. "Okay, yeah. Thanks. All right, see you in ten. Bye." He hangs up, and runs a hand through his brown locks. "Fuck." He groans.

"Everything okay?" Eunsook asks.

"Maybe. Not really. I don't really know yet. I'm sorry I have to leave so soon." Namjoon says, and Eunsook shakes her head immediately.

"Oh, God, no. Don't be sorry. It sounds way more important than...this." Eunsook reassures him, not sure what really to call their conversation.

"This is just as important to me." Namjoon says, again with than sincerity that makes Eunsook truly believe him. "What's your name?"

"Eunsook."

"Well, I'll be back, Eunsook. Promise." He says, and Eunsook blushes. She wants to punch herself in the face—why can't she stop blushing?

"Okay. Bye, Namjoon. Be safe." She says, and he smiles, putting a ten dollar bill down on the counter.

"I will." He says, standing up to leave. He walks to the door, and Eunsook can't take her eyes off of him, but he catches her staring when he looks over his shoulder. "Oh, and, Eunsook?"

"Yeah?"

What he says next makes Eunsook's jaw drop and heart skip a beat.

"Nice jacket."