The loud squeaking of the archaic door of the old warehouse was what woke the sleeping male up.
The inside of the little room he was in had a small bed and rusty old chair and a few bar stools arranged as neatly as possible. It was lit by the few rays of sunlight which had managed to sneak in through the crevices in the walls.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he sat up on the old bed, sneezing loudly, startling his companion.
"Oof."
Sitting at the far corner on the dusty floor, she was glaring at him as usual, her rich brown eyes drilling holes on him, her bandaged fingers twirling two butterfly knives expertly.
She never liked him anyway.
All he had to do was breath and she'd snap.

"I-is it Joon?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

Her voice was cold and her glare was piercing and for a moment he wondered what he did to piss her off.

No more words were spoken between them as she continued to play with her butterfly knives, twirling them in between her fingers and he leaned back on the wooden wall, pulling the sheets closer to himself, hissing slightly as his bruised back came in contact with the hard wall.

He could make out small grunts and the shuffling of feet outside the room along with a set of giggles and he was sure that it was the lawyer and the detective.

Were they hurt?

"What did he break this time? A bone?" He heard her mutter before standing up and walking to the door which was as always left open. "Namjoon-ah! Did you kill him?!"

This had him stand up in his place wincing at the sharp pain on his swollen ankles.
However, he continued to shift around, finding a comfortable and less painful way to stand on his feet before limping towards the shorter but ten times more scarier woman.

"Namjoon hyung?"

The older was clearly in pain with a big buff man in his arms as Hoseok stood by his side, with a bag and the keys to their car and the warehouse.

"He's just tired. Shock induced. Just let him sleep for a while." Hoseok had said before extending the bag towards her. "Gotta go! Have a few files to look into."

"You're as unemployed as us thou-"

"I. Said. I. Have. Some. Files. To. Check." The ever-present smile was momentarily gone and a scowl once again adorned the usually smiley face.

"Sure."

"Alright! Bye!" With a happy wave at  Namjoon who had now stumbled into the room with a sleeping man, trying to lay him on the old bed without waking him and an acknowledging nod at the other two, the lawyer was out to hurry home and go through some files.

"Bipolar ass."

***

His neck was in pain and so was his back.
Shifting uncomfortably in whatever he was laying on, Jeongguk eventually opened his eyes, knowing he woke up too early considering his alarm never rang.
The room he was in was dark and this justified his guess.
Or so he thought.
Man... He just had the craziest drea-

"He's waking up." The voice wasn't familiar and it was a woman's.
Definitely not his mom.

What?
Who?
Where?

Have you ever noticed, dear people how realization hits us?
It hits us like a fucking truck, blowing our minds in colorful smokes!
It took him some time to adjust to the low-lit room which was dusty and looked like a torture room of a serial killer.

"Jeon Jeongguk?" The voice was cold and raspy and it definitely didn't sound friendly.

His eyes landed on a woman with an angular face, inky black hair tied back in a pony tail and a badly bruised man who sat opposite to her.
They both somehow looked familiar.

He was quick to stand on his feet, his bones cracking painfully loudly, yet he stood in a fighting pose, eyes trained on the two people.
The man had shrank back into the darkness of the room while the woman eyed him wearily.

"This is why I don't help people." The woman muttered, standing up from her place.

She was definitely smaller than him, both in height and mass. She was roughly 5'7 while he was a 5'11 himself. He can take her down, except for he was raised by a woman and she had taught him how to respect her kind.
He wouldn't hit a woman.

"I'm here being the peaceful human I am and you're talking about hitting me?"
Well that got him off guard.

"What?"

"... Should've paid attention the first fucking time!"

"What?"

She only stormed out, leaving a wide eyes Jeongguk to stare after her.

"She's always like that." A deep voice which obviously belonged to the beaten up man spoke. "I'm Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

The name struck a bell or two.

"Jeon Jeonggu-"

Kim Taehyung?
Kim Tae-hyung?
Kim Tae-
Fucking Kim Taehyung!

Before the already bruised man could muster a word or comprehend the change of the other man's mood a thick fist made in contact with his already purple and swollen cheeks.
He's not sure of what happened after he was lifted of the ground, blacking out soon after.

"Jeongguk!"
It was Namjoon who made a move to stop the officer who looked like he was about to throw the unconscious man on the floor while the woman watched with a blank face.

"It's him!"

The emotions in his eyes scared Namjoon for a moment but that didn't stop him from cautiously moving towards the young man who had his eyes trained on him, Taehyung still in his arms ready to be thrown away like a rag doll.

"Jeongguk-ah. He's innocent."

It was obvious that the ravenette didn't believe him from his face, yet Namjoon tried again.
He owe it to the Kims. Both Taehyung and his older brother and their father.

"He was framed. He isn't a murderer- heck he can't even kill a fly. He's squeamish."

Fortunately, Jeongguk who was still cautious had lowered the other down slightly. Namjoon would like to think that he was slowly putting Taehyung down or it could've been that the ravenette was a little tired.

"The college girl who was killed last week was his ex-girlfriend and she was dating his ex- best friend. That's the only connection he has with this whole thing other than his brother being put in and kicked out of the special team. Please put him down."

Now now, Jeongguk isn't one to trust people easily, or so he'd like to say. But when Namjoon hyung with nice thighs and badass vibes with a super-cool job and a rickety old warehouse and a female friend who didn't look friendly with sharp knives being rolled between her fingers and knuckles and possible information about the case and his mother, ask him something, how can he not listen.

Kim Taehyung, who now had his mouth open and face all black and blue was lowered a little more. 
"Jeongguk-ah-"

"Tell me everything."
Jeongguk never knew that he could muster a voice so deep or he could stand up for himself. And for a moment he almost thought about apologizing and asking politely. It took a whole lot of determination to not do that.

"Okay."