When he went back into his room, he put away his clothes and jumped in the bed with only shorts on. He was dead tired. Slowly closing his eyes, Namjoon was ready for sleep to overcome him. At that moment he felt a hand crawl on his chest, slowly down to his underpants. He cracked his eye open, staring at his girlfriend, who was about to straddle him, however he stopped her with his hands on her waist.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" She bit her bottom lip, trying to be seductive as she gave him a lustful glint in her eye. "You didn't give me anything today."

"I'm not in the mood."

"But I've been waiting, honey." She prodded, ignoring his refusal. She soon went on him, rubbing herself on his crotch.

He really wasn't in the mood. "Hyeon, please." She started kissing his neck, and then kissed his lips. He didn't do the same, however she didn't seem to take this as a hint and kept going.

Unfortunately, like usual, he let her do as she pleased to him.

-  -  -  -

Jin was wrapped around in his blankets, back facing the door. Literally. He was on the floor. If anything, he couldn't sleep well last night. He wanted to be near light as much as possible, and the lamp being that far away from his bed wasn't comfortable enough. So when the door opened, Jin felt it bump against his back and he woke up painfully that way.

Staring up at the perpetrator, he was not afraid to show his killing passion through them, as if to say 'whoever you are, I'll kill you for disturbing my sleep.' That person was none other than the cop man, whom he did not know the name of yet.

"Good... morning?" He said, watching Jin shuffle away from the door so he could get in. "Are you okay?" He watched Jin rub his eyes, slowly moving his hand to turn off the lamp.

"Mhm, I'm good..." He muttered.

"I'll give you a few minutes to get ready. I'll be in the entrance." He kept the door open, and walked back in his room to get dressed. Almost immediately, Hyeon pounced him and tried getting more out of him. He really, really wasn't in the mood. He didn't want to do this.

"We're leaving." He managed to say through her kissing.

She let go, looking a little pouty. "Awh... Can we do it a little before we go?" She looked up at him suggestively, tracing a finger on his chest.

He grabbed her hand, kissing it. "No, sorry. I have a lot of work to do. If you can, I'd like supper made tonight. I'd really appreciate it, baby." He let go of her hand, and then walked into the entrance, getting his shoes on. Then Jin came, though he still didn't look like he was fully awake yet. Waiting patiently for Jin to lousily put his shoes on, they soon headed out as Namjoon shouted a quick goodbye to his girlfriend, driving back to the police station.

It was a little livelier now, since it was about 6 am. A lot of cops, not so much any people yet. Instead of locking him up right away, Namjoon decided to let him sit at his office one last time, to see if yesterday he made a mistake with the name or the computer had been acting strangely.

Kim Seokjin.

Still nothing.

"Okay... Do you mind telling me why it's doing this to me?" He raised an eyebrow at the brown haired man.

"Hm. Not sure," He seemed to smile lazily, shrugging his shoulders. "I have a family."

Namjoon had his palm against his cheek, leaning his elbow on the desk. This was just... it was weird. He had never encountered such a case as this before. What should he do? As explained before, this meant that his identity was completely nonexistent. Which was pretty impossible, considering how everything was registered everywhere, even since birth. Either way, still very suspicious.

"I should call—"

"Why are you wasting your time on this? You can let me go."

"Not gonna happen." He glanced to the man, and then stood up. "Come with me."

Next thing Jin knew, he was now behind bars.

"I assure you I did nothing wrong."

"Everything you've been telling me since yesterday has been suspicious. You creeped around, you apparently have no identity, and you keep trying to get laid off. Do you know how incredibly suspicious that is?" He exhaled, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Until you tell me something, I'm going to have to keep you in here."

Jin was silent. Namjoon felt kind of bad, but he knew he shouldn't let emotions get in the way of his work. That's what always happened; it emotionally exhausted him.

"I had a father." He suddenly said. Namjoon blinked, unsure what that had to do with anything.

"A mother. An uncle. I had a normal family." He explained, bringing his hands on the bars. Namjoon was a little confused. Why was this in any way important? His eyes trailed down to the boy's soft lips, seeing him mutter something under his breath. He didn't quite catch it, but it made him look a little crazy.

"You aren't helping your case." Namjoon said, dragging a chair so he could sit across the cell. Jin lowered his eyes, and then looked back up at Namjoon, a smile. He then laughed a little, as if finding this ridiculous. 

Namjoon was getting a little irritated with this behaviour. "I'll talk to you when you start smartening up." He rolled his eyes and walked back to his office.

"I'm not... I'm not a monster."

Throughout the day, Namjoon had to deal with people and their strange, repetitive cases. Some people wanted restraining orders, others were claimed they were being stalked, all that fun, boring stuff. There were cases he had heard of on the news that his younger self would've loved to try and investigate, but he really didn't want to do anything now. He told his teammates about the case with Jin and how he'd be taking care of it, so they nodded and went about their day like normal.

Namjoon had started looking deeper into Kim Seokjin – just trying to find any sort of family, but he really couldn't find anything. Finally after giving up, lunch break happened, and he brought his ass back into the hallway where Jin resided, sitting on the chair.

Jin's legs dangled out of the cell and he was sitting down in a crouched position. His head was against the bars, and his hands were still stuck to them as well. When Namjoon was present, his head rose up. How the hell did he look so miserable so quickly?

"Finally want to say something?" He asked, his leg tapping against the floor repeatedly.

He couldn't see much emotion behind Jin's eyes. It was almost like it was all wiped away and somehow that was a little bit scary. "What's your name?" He unexpectedly asked.

"Officer Namjoon."

Jin looked at Namjoon, as if examining him. Namjoon felt a little strange, and definitely violated. Why was he looking at him like that? "I come from a dark place." He stated simply, "They're dead." A little grin formed on his face. Namjoon thought that this guy was definitely insane now.

"Who's dead? Where was this dark place? I thought you said you had a family." He questioned everything Jin said, because none of it made any damn sense. Jin didn't say anything.

He didn't say anything for an entire week.

Namjoon was beyond stressed. He thought he would've gotten something more out of him, yet he didn't give him anything at all but 'being in a dark place.' He got that, but he didn't understand what it meant. Jin spouted nonsense. He should've just brought the man to a mental hospital.

It was once again, 11 o'clock at night, and Namjoon decided to stop working for the rest of the evening. He was about to leave the station without any consideration into wanting to see the man tonight, too. He didn't feel like hearing repetitive words, as he was still the tired man he was before he met Jin.

But then, he heard something.

Namjoon flipped himself back, facing the place where the noise came from. Taking a few silent steps, the dirty blond haired boy narrowed his brows in concentration, figuring out where it came from.

Jin's cell.

He crept along the hall, though he didn't need to go too far. His cell was the third on the left, so only a few more steps and he was there. He didn't show himself, no. Namjoon poke his head in. It was dark, so he couldn't see, but the noise was much more prominent now.

It sounded like Jin was...

"Hey," Namjoon said awkwardly. The noise stopped, and he saw a dark figure sit up rapidly. It nearly gave him a heart attack, because Jin looked like a murderer right now. "Are... You okay?" Once again, Jin was silent. Yet, if he squinted hard enough, he could see the boy's head shake slightly.

Namjoon was annoyed. He couldn't see shit, so he turned on the light and walked back to the cell. Jin's dark, wet, tired eyes were wide, filled with fear and hatred. They darted around the room, landing on Namjoon a few times. He could see how Jin wrapped himself around the blanket and curled right against the wall. Why was he acting so strangely?

It was almost like this the past week; Jin's eyes had progressively gotten darker rings around them and he didn't pay much attention, showing a little more signs of aggression and isolation. It made no sense to Namjoon.

"What's wrong?" He finally spoke up.

"... Dark."

Dark? What did that mean? Namjoon's first thought was that he was talking nonsense again, so instinctively he rolled his eyes. "Okay. Goodnight." With that, he left, turning off the lights again.

-  -  -  -

After Namjoon left, Jin's eyes widened like an owl as he stared around the room. It was too dark. It was pitch black. Not even Jimin, or the other kids, were this cruel when they lived together. Jimin and the rest understood to at least keep a light on when Jin slept, not questioning why. He had an idea that they all knew something happened to Jin when he was younger, too. Or, most of them. Some of them probably didn't care. 

Now here he was, in pitch black. No light to comfort him. This was the eighth night without a nightlight and he was getting extremely exhausted and scared. His hands trembled slightly, so he tried covering himself up more into the blankets.

Why was he feeling like this? Jin didn't have emotions. Not many... That's how it's always been. The more he thought about it, the more confused he was. So, instead of trying to stay on the subject anymore, he tried curling into a ball and sleeping again. However that never really came.

-  -  -  -

"So... I decided we take our conversations in here." Namjoon told Jin. They were in a quiet small room, but Jin was no idiot. This was an interrogation room. No, nothing fancy. No mirrors, just walls. They were in an underground area, where other cell mates were locked up, too.

Jin wasn't agreeing with one thing. He was handcuffed to the table.

Namjoon noticed his annoyance, and sighed. "It's for safety reasons..." Jin simply looked at him with distain. "Anyway, back to work. You tell me you have a family, yet your name doesn't correspond with your story. Is there anything you want to tell me? Do you have a mental illness?"

"No." He looked down on the table, yet there was no trace of emotion to be seen. "You see, my uncle... Punished me a lot." Namjoon went silent, unsure if this was true or not. Jin's mouth twitched, and he blurted, "One... two... three... four..." It counted up to twenty.

"You're being delusional." Namjoon spouted. Jin slowly looked up to him, showing his teeth with his smile.

"Twenty one... twenty two..." Namjoon had no idea what he was talking about. He placed his hands together on the desk, finding this to be so much more difficult than it should be. He opened his mouth to say something, but they then both turned their heads to look at the door unlocking.

"Namjoon, Hyeon is here to see you."

That was a little strange. "Okay, tell her I'll be there." He waved the man off. Namjoon turned to face Jin again, standing up. "Listen, I'm trying to help you. But you're not making this any easier by telling me riddles." He gave the boy one last glance, and then walked out the door.

Not even a minute later, Jin noticed somebody coming in. To his surprise, it was Hyeon.

"Hello."

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wop wop wop 

so jin is being a mysterious emo 

maybe hes just acting all of this out to get pity and escape the jail? 

its a possibility

lets see if namjoon can keep up with his secrets any longer

if not, let's see what he'll do then

later ;]