Should we go in and check?" The officer asked his colleague.

"Check what?" The colleague yawned as he stretched his arms.

Of course, they were tired. It was the job of guarding that kept them there from last night without proper meals or sleep.

"The doctor said he should be up by now. We need to ask him regarding the incident-"

Knock! knock!

The officer stopped talking the moment he heard a knock.

What intrigued him was that the knocking came from inside the supposed room they were allotted to guard.

It's impossible! Because

One, Taehyung was cuffed to the bed.

Two, there is no account of any other person that has entered the room in the past thirty minutes.

The officer panicked and signaled his colleague to stay on guard.

He pulled the safety lock of his gun as he stood before the door and his hand unlocked the door and slowly sneaked in.

He had asked the other officer to stay out and watch if he fails to catch Taehyung. They agreed on the plan and the officer entered slowly.

Before he could react, Taehyung lunged in front of him and slapped a wet towel over his face.

The wetness of the towel and the force used, made it wrap around the officer's face like a bandage. Taehyung instantly advanced toward him and kicked his crotch with his knee.

Once the officer fell over the ground crouching, Taehyung stepped over the officer's back and leaped ahead with a bucket of water, and splashed it over the other officer's head.

He put the bucket over the officer's head and banged it against the wall. The collision created a ringing sensation in the officer's ears before he fell to the ground with a bucket over his head.

He stepped out of the room and walked through the hallway. His hands swiftly picked up a mask and put it on. Once he spotted a few patients and doctors heading toward his side. He quickly coughed violently and covered his face to slip through the crowd.

His hawk eyes scanned through every freaking doctor that walked in the hallways with a white coat. His patience was dropping with a wave of anxiety bubbling in his gut.

He needs to find that freaking Namjoon.

He needs to find that man.

He holds the ledger.

The main piece to complete the Smoke Rings.

Taehyung juggled through a group of old men and skidded through a few tiles. His eyes fell over Kim Seokjin. He quickly turned to escape but was pulled into a room.

"The fuck are you doing in open?" Jin growled over Tae's face.

"I am just doing my work-" Tae was cut when an elbow pressed against his neck.

"Don't you forget that I risked my career to get you out of that prison? If it wasn't for Mr. Bang, you would be dead by now. So better stay alert. I won't spare a second before slicing your neck if you become a potential threat. Am I clear?" Jin ordered and released his arm.

Tae coughed a few times and stood firm in his place, "Okay..," he mumbled.

"You are Jebb, right?" He asked and Taehyung simply nodded with his hands gripping the edge of his patient uniform tight.

"I am Jin. I have been working with Mr. Bang for over a year now. I just want to help him find justice for his son's death. Is that too much to ask for?" Jin crossed his arms.

Taehyung chuckled dryly, "Then what about us? We are practically dead. Our body's are barely breathing but our soul is long dead. In an age where children go to school and make friends. In an age where they go for picnics. At a tender age where they safely return home, a secure place where they can rely on adults. What wrong did we do? What fucking wrong did we do to receive such a life!" Taehyung yelled with his hands clutching onto Jin's shirt, "We were thrown into the streets at the age of twelve. We had to see blood shed for a meal. Our Eglan was only twelve when he got molested and so was Hoseok. Tyne was forced to strip in front of hundreds of hungry beasts. I was thrown into a fucking factory where they wipe you off as if nothing ever happened. Major was abused to death in prison. What wrong did we do?" Tears rolled down his cheeks as the weight of information stabbed his heart every night.

Jin didn't respond to any of those questions because he wasn't sure of the answers. He carefully circled his arms around the male to hug him and patted his head, "I am sorry for being rude to you. I just don't want you to get caught again. I don't want you to go back to that prison where you don't belong. Is that too much to ask for?" He consoled but Taehyung was stuck with his demons crawling out and memories flashing before his eyes.

He couldn't calm down.

He was done taking the whiplashes.

He was done trying to jump out of the fence.

He was done leaving Jimin at the bottom of that fence.

Now he wanted to fucking break that fence in half.

If its cost is bloodshed then Taehyung will gladly sacrifice himself.

His lovers aren't going to suffer any longer.

Taehyung shrugged his thoughts and tugged Jin's sleeve, "Help me."

"What is it?" Jin asked.

"Find me the guy named Namjoon and lure him to one of the empty rooms. He is the key ." Taehyung uttered.

"Do you think that's easy?" Jin questioned.

Taehyung slightly tilted his head to the side as he stared at Jin.

Dark brown orbs with a perfectly carved nose topped with a sharp jawlines. Taehyung stepped closer to place his index finger over those luscious full lips and stared right into the man's eyes. Taehyung lips curled up once he analyzed the male before him and spoke up.

"Use your charms. I am sure he wouldn't have seen a beauty like you before," Taehyung said and looked for a reaction.

Dilated pupils, flushed cheeks, and red ears with a gulp rolling down the neck.

He's in.

"Can you help me?" Taehyung asked again to which Jin subconsciously nodded.

"Perfect! I will wait for your signal then." Taehyung tried to smile wide before stepping out of the room and that's when it clicked to Jin.

What the hell did he put himself in? Jin blinked.
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Namjoon scrubbed out of the operation theatre after finishing another surgery. The doors slid open as he came out to the waiting area designed for patients' attending area.

However, what surprised him was the paramedic sitting there tapping his foot impatiently with his eyes fixed on the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Namjoon sneered as he stepped toward the paramedic.

The senior paramedic instantly stood up from their seat, "I went to the ward and they didn't let me see him. I just wanted to know about his condition." He asked with worry laced in his tone.

Namjoon simply knitted his eyebrows together, "Your job ends at the entrance of the hospital doors. What happens inside isn't your business!"

"I asked how is he. Did he make it alive?" The paramedic asked again with his hands slightly trembling.

How the hell am I supposed to lure this guy when I ain't able to maintain a proper conversation with this knucklehead? Jin thought to himself.

"I am afraid, I can't tell you the details. It's either the police officer or guardian I am going to speak to. Plus he is a prisoner so I can't be more sure..." Namjoon's voice trailed off.

"Look! I don't want you to tell me the details. Just tell me if he is alive or not. I will leave right away-"

"What's your name?" Namjoon cut him off in mid-sentence.

"Huh? Why?"

Fuck! Am I busted? Jin's thoughts were creating a whole whirlpool of anxiety.

"In case, I am interrogated, I want to snitch you too. I can't afford to lose my job, alone. Especially when it wasn't my fault."

"What do you mean-"

"Your name, mister!" Namjoon raised his tone as he fixed his white coat.

The paramedic gulped at the dominating tone of the doctor. He isn't a person to submit to people. But this guy was way too...intimidating.

"It's Jin."

"I asked for a full name!"

"Kim Seok Jin! Happy?" The paramedic said.

"Good! Also, write down your number here." Namjoon pulled out a small notebook and shoved it toward Jin's chest.

"And why would I do that?" Jin asked.

"If you want to know that guy's condition then do as I say."

Jin just rolled his eyes and took the notebook out of Namjoon's hand and quickly scribbled his number.

"Now tell me," Jin asked with utmost attention to the doctor.

"Tell you what exactly?" Namjoon smirked as he stepped back.

"You said you would tell me his condition if I give you my number."

Namjoon pressed his lips tight to hold back his laughter, "You believed that? I am a man of principles, remember? I will not disclose anything to you unless you are his guardian or a police officer which I presume you are none of the above."

Jin bit his lip and fisted his hands in anger and stepped closer to the doctor, "Then why the fuck did you ask for my number?"

"Because you are hot!"

"W..what?" Jin's eyes widened at the response.

"Naive of you to get flustered by that. I have high standards, man. I just took it for safety purposes, in case the officers asked me." Namjoon put out the truth and brushed his hand through his hair.

Jin smiled softly and leaned closer, " Naive of you to think that I gave you the right number."

Namjoon's eyes blew up in anger, "The fuck!"

"So what? Do you want to fight with me? Follow me to the corner and let's have a fistfight!"Jin tried with his eyes darted over the man's eyes.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow and looked, either way, to find the corridor empty. His guts told him something was fishy about this whole drama that the paramedic is pulling, but he did want to confront this hot man-

The fuck! Did I just call him hot? Focus, Namjoon. Namjoon reminded himself.

"Fine!" Namjoon smirked.

"Wait, what?" Jin blinked as he heard his response.

Is he dumb? Did he fall for that trick? Jin shrugged his thoughts and stepped forwards to look intimidating.

"I am not...afraid. Let's do this!" Jin stuttered and walked ahead with Namjoon following him with an unreadable expression.

With every step they took toward the storage room at the very end of the hallway, Jin's pulse doubled with fear lacing in his system.

Calm down, Jin. All you have to do is take him and Taehyung will take care of the rest. Jin reminded himself and found comfort in it.

Once they stepped into it, Namjoon was the one who shut the door with a hard move creating a noise vibrating through the walls.

"So, where is he?" He asked.

Jin's eyes blew wide at the question and quickly turned around to face Namjoon with sweat bubbling over his forehead, "Who... exactly?"

Namjoon chuckled dryly before stepping closer with his hands in his pant pockets, "Mr. Bang and his dog! Where are they?" He asked.

Jin frowned at the comment but quickly dropped his smile, "I don't know what you are talking about."

And then he waited.

Fuck! Where is Taehyung?

He said he would take care of the rest.

Why isn't he popping out of somewhere? Jin's anxiety was bungee jumping as Namjoon kept approaching him with hungry hyena eyes.

Fuck! Jin cursed.

A/n:- So!!! Did you like Namjin chemistry?

Taehyung is supposed get the ledger from Namjoon.

The real question is how will he?

Also, where is he??

Will he leave Jin all alone and run away?

Is he going to fail Smoke Rings?

For more, keep reading Smoke Rings 😂

Hope you liked the chapter.

Love you kids

Maddie😌❤️