7:26 AM
AT THE CRIME SCENE

Bright yellow crime scene tape blocked the entrance to the worn-down warehouse, looping around the walls and sturdy wooden poles placed all around the depot. White chalk silhouettes were drawn on the ground, supposedly where the martyr's bodies have been.

It was as if a gallon of red paint got dumped on the abandoned building, it splattering everywhere. The metallic smell inside was sickening, making all the police officers investigating the area almost hurl over.

Two whole gangs were murdered that day of November 12th. The leaders, Luke Willis and Johnathon Wu were their names; both men in their early forties. Popular drug dealers, around this area, king's of the black market.
However, they had no weapons on them when Jungkook discovered their bodies. No cellphones, watches, or any other of the sort.

It was...strange.

"Where should we take him, Boss?" Someone ruptured his bubble of thought, followed by a series of grunts and small whines. Jungkook turned to his left, to one of his Liuetenents. Held in his clutch was a frowning criminal, his face casted down with guilt.

The officer couldn't see his face very well, but he could tell that he was more good-looking than the average person. And young.

What's a juvenile like him doing associating with dangerous gangs?

There was a cold in that cabin to say the least. But not a winter like cold; it was dry, and hauntingly eerie. A feeling was swallowing his body up whenever he glanced at the handsome young man and Jungkook just couldn't put his finger on what it was.

"Take him to the truck with high alert." He ordered his officer, proceeding to nod and brush by past him. Jungkook didn't look back, not even for a brief second to look at that odd male. Shaking his head, he converted his attention to the rest of the inside of the warehouse, eyes falling on the detectives and FBI inspectors ransacking the place.

It was plain, mainly filled with empty wooden tins and bags of hay. There was graffiti painted all over the walls, typical for an abandoned area. A single light hung in the center of the room, right over the corpses of the bodies. Nothing too special, making him wonder again;

Why here, in broad daylight?

"You think they called on purpose?" Jimin sauntered towards the ravennette, lips pursed and hands shoved in his pockets. His police uniform was black, yet somehow still stained with blood & donut cream from this morning. His eyes had a playful glint in them, like they always do. It always managed to make Jungkook smile in any situation.

"Think so?" He sighed, raising a brow at the silver haired man in front of him.
Jungkook held a sniper in his hands, twirling it around his pale white fingers until they bruised red.

That criminal wasn't alone; he had an accomplice. When they barged in there, he seemed very angry with the other, as if their plan failed.

"Seemed as if it was unplanned." He said.

Leaning back on one of the poles, he overlapped his legs and stared at Jimin with a mysterious but brooding look in his gaze; Almost as if he was cracking a code with his eyes squinted like that.

"Dude , you're freaking me out." The older male chuckled, walking towards the other leaning against the bark in deep thought.

"They're just some hooligans that got caught with the wrong crowd, don't think about it too much." Jimin patted Jungkook's shoulder, brushing off dust that collected over his badge.

Vacant was the color on his face and contorted with a shade of fear.

"I'm not worried about them Jim." He sagged. "I just.." Jungkook stopped himself.

If he told his best friend about the weird feeling that there's a ghost accompanying them he would think he's gone nuts.  They weren't ones to believe in the paranormal, so for the younger to feel such a feeling, it was way out of the blue. 

"It's nothing."

"Sir, we found something!" Someone yelled, arms flailing up in the air towards him. It shook Jungkook out of his daze and the two rushed over.

Even with all the commotion of the crowd surounding him, he still felt very much alone; as if someone, or something was purposely watching him.

"What is it?" Jimin questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"It's just.. a ring." The officer mumbled, tilting his head to the side in dissapointment. The crowd groaned in frustration, obviously dissatisfied with the build up. He handed it to Jungkook, in charge of the Investigation as everyone started to disperse slowly.

"Hang on a minute." Jungkook gasped, fumbling with the filthy jewelry in the palm of his hands.

Jimin froze, looking over his shoulder and and widened his eyes at the scene.

It was encrusted with blood, the grimy substance a dark shade of cherry and looked no more than a day old. It would've been hard to notice from far away, and he could've sworn he didnt see any blood when he got it handed to him.

But, this can't of been from the Juveniles they just arrested, since the incident was only that morning, and the drying fluid was far from ripe. 

The longer Jungkook held it the heavier the sinking feeling in his stomach felt, and the ghastly feeling he felt earlier washed over him again.

It had to be a sign.

"Come in Zack, I need bagging and cleaning equipment immediatley transfered to A11 42 on Standby, over." Jimin whipped out his walkie talkie and grabbed the ring from his still younger.

The latter stood frozen,  as if his feet were glued to the ground. Something was pressing down on him, but no one was there.

He needed to get out of this place, and fast.

"Jimin, I'll head back to the station and examine it when you send it over." Jungkook offered, ─ his voice coming out as a quiet whisper that he didn't think the other male heard it─ and trudged rather quickly towards the exit.

The must floating around the wooden doors seemed to have decayed away, and without another word he left, half a dozen interns following close behind.

He didn't want to add another worry to his hyung's shoulders, so he decided to leave quietly and not tell him about what happened that day.

But looking back, seeing Jimin pointing at men to carry tools and hardware around and talking into his intercom, Jungkook would very soon regret that decision.

Because the moment he left seemingly alone that day, a familiar company decided to leave with him.

11:05 AM
IN THE STATION

"You're late." A man in his early twenties claimed, lips forming a thin line as his eyes glued to his intern. She was new around here, in her final year of highschool and pursuing her career in forensics, but certainly didn't expect to be a personal maid when she interned at the department.

"Apologies, I was running a bit late due to traffic." She set his coffee down in front of him, bowing her head down in an uneasy stance.

His brows raised, right hand entrapping the cup and bringing it up to his mouth.

"You got my order right. I'm impressed." He slyly smirked, sipping on the beverage and nodded his head for her leave. She bowed slightly, evidently still nervous and swiftly left the room.

"Still as tough as ever, eh Hoseok?" A voice chuckled by the door, making the latter pause. The voice was non other than Min Yoongi, jury of the office and pain in his ass.

"What do you want?" Hoseok sighed. "Make it quick, my mocha will get cold."

"I think this is more important than your caffeine addiction." Yoongi walked towards his desk, tossing the bag in his hand at him.

Hoseok leaned forward in his chair, eyes widening at the piece of jewelry covered in blood.

"When did you get this?" He looked up, tucking his loose hair behind his ears at the blue haired male.

"This morning, Jimin brought it in. Said he got it from this creepy ass storehouse outside Gangnam."

Yoongi crossed his arms, staring at the other male in a calm manner. He was used to seeing things like these everyday, and Hoseok knew that. Yoongi wasn't one to be afraid, like Jimin, but he wasn't careless. He knew other people's boundaries and beliefs, and respected them even though he may not have believed in what they did. That's how he made such a good police officer. Hoseok, and he was sure the rest of them admired him for that, and his personality earned him a higher position in the branch.

"Was it the same place as the murders?" He asked to which the older nodded.

After a long silence, he said, "Tell him to bring them in, I need to talk to them personally." Yoongi grabbed the bag up carefully, winking at Hoseok as he made his leave.

"Sure thing, your highness."

"Don't call me that!" He protested, hurling a paper clip at the door that missing his back by a hair.

Yoongi had a habit of mock-treating him like royalty, since he was known for bossing anyone younger than him around. It annoyed the hell out of the orange haired though, since Yoongi was 4 years older.

Grumbling, he took another sip of his now lukewarm cup of coffee, waiting patiently for a response.

His eyes always seem to fall onto a portrait from years ago of his past girlfriend however, every time he tries to ignore it. It was taken at a festival at Lotte world, when his naive self just graduated from university and decided to treat her out for their anniversary.

That day had been engraved into his mind, everything that happened afterwards seemed like a blur. He smiled; the thought of how clueless and innocent the Hoseok in that picture was was humorous to him.

Whenever he had some alone time, he would always sit back and think about the days when he was happier. His girlfriend would always pop into his mind first, so he just gave up on trying to forget her. What would of happened if they never broke up? Would he still be stuck in an police office doing minor investigations on criminals, or being married and having a family?

A family. That's what he always dreamed about, it was all Hoseok ever wanted in life.

But dreams are meant to be crushed.

Suddenly, the lights in his room quivered and shut down, as if on que after his last thought. Like they were laughing at him for thinking such things.

"Damn electricity." Hoseok groaned, standing up and flicking the light switch up and down, but to no avail.

He stretched out of his cuticle, greeting another intern walking by and rubbed his eyes. Due to a long night of insomnia preying on him, he hardly got a lick of sleep.

Looking around him, the lights were still on, around the whole building. In fact, the power was still up and running as if nothing had happened.

That was strange.

Turning on his heel, he went to walk back into his room thinking his no sleep was messing with his head but yet indeed, his lights were off. The heater in his room also shut down, which was overly bizarre. No wonder his room was so cold.

"You ok sir?" Someone asked him, but his head was too light to comprehend who it was. Hoseok didn't recognize the voice and didn't think anything of it at the time, so he just nodded and walked back in.

He called the Head Chief and asked if anyone had been meddling with the router since his power somehow cut off; but got the weirdest response back.

The router was renewed that morning, and the only office that lost electricity was his.

This wasn't making any sense, but he remembered having a bad feeling ever since Yoongi threw that bag of the dirty ring on his desk. And it lingered, even long after he left.

It was as if he swallowed a twenty pound weight lift, and his stomach was sagging to his feet. Normally he wasn't nervous by himself, or when the lights occasionally turned off, but right now was different.

Hoseok crawled back into his chair, long forgetting about his drink and overturned the portrait that now appeared frightening.

The air tasted bitter and his fingers felt like straws, the sheen of cold sweat not helping his situation at all. His heart was pounding in his chest, begging for release with his lips emitting small, shaky pants.

Why am I feeling like this?

He had never been more scared in his life. (For what reason? He'd never know)

Jungkook and Jimin, please hurry up.

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hey y'all! i know it's been FOREVER since i updated, and im currently finishing this up at 12 am so if it's bad & lazy you know why HAHA
dw i'll probably edit laterr but for now hope you enjoy! really wanna start shooting these chapters out quicker because i don't wanna give up on this plott

i had to insert myself into hoseok and give him a caffeine addiction because who doesn't like a good cup o' coffee ygm? and ooh hoseok has gf drama 😈😈 can y'all guess what happened between them 🤑

anyways to anyone that reads his ily and i hope u have an amazing day 🥺❤️

- ivy