for yangrou: the first special mission

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Title: The first special mission
Recipient: yangrou
Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~5810 words
Warnings: mentions of character death
Summary: Jimin is on his first undercover job and Yoongi’s helping him, but a few things might get in their way.
Author's notes: Thanks a lot for all of your prompts, they were lovely and I wish I could’ve written all of them, Happy Valentine’s Day and I hope you enjoy the story >< Thank you for giving me the chance to write Yoongi/Jimin, I had a great time, it’s also my first time working with a Police!AU, so I deeply apologize with anything that I got wrong (and I wish I had written more). I don’t know how familiar you are with GOT7, but I took the liberty of including one of them here briefly, my sincere apologies because this story is just a mess.


The rain that pours heavily matches how Jimin feels.

Empty.

Lonely.

Sad.

He thought it’d take longer for him to be at the cemetery since his mother passed away a few years ago, but here he is again, drenched and almost, if not, lifeless. He never imagined his father to leave him this soon, found dead inside his house by his brother that was paying a visit. Jimin only got the news delivered to him later that day - he was on duty and his phone was off. He still remembers, his brother barging into his work place, looking like he had just run a marathon and only the words father, hospital and rush leaving his mouth, but he knew he was already gone.

He’s not ready to say goodbye, but that’s the only thing he can do.

The rest of his week is spent with him going through papers, cleaning his house, locked inside it - his boss gave him a week off. Jimin had the necropsy handed to him after his father was presumed dead, but he didn’t have the guts to open it. But now that he’s starting to suspect that something is off, he opens the white envelope and reads it.

“As you might know now,” Namjoon, Jimin’s boss and in charge of the cases of homicide, tells him the exact same morning when he’s back to work. “Your father’s death wasn’t natural.”

He nods his head, wondering where he’s trying to get.

“And I want to ask you if you want to take this investigation job.” he finishes and fixes his gaze on Jimin, waiting for a quick answer.

“You’re telling me that someone tried to kill my father?” Jimin’s puzzled, he doesn’t remember his father doing anything wrong or having any enemies, after all, he was just a retired accountant who enjoyed books and photograph.

“Exactly,” Namjoon exclaimed and slammed his fists on the table for emphasis. Jimin looked around, but the place was still empty, only Taehyung behind the desk sorting some files out and Yoongi drinking coffee at the other end of the room. “And I’m requesting for you to work on discovering why and who murdered your father.”

With Namjoon using the word murder Jimin realizes how it wasn’t just an ordinary case. He doesn’t know why someone would want to get rid of a sixty year old man, but the thought of it gives him chills.

“Okay,” he murmurs, Namjoon gets up from his armchair and hovers over his table, staring at Jimin as if he didn’t hear what he just said. “I accept.”

“Great,” he then sits back down and rests his elbows on the table and intertwines his fingers in front of himself, Jimin suspects that he’s forming a whole plan inside his head already. “I need to acquaint you with all the information we have gathered so far, while you we’re at home we got a few people working on it.”

Jimin’s surprised at how much Namjoon planned, taking an envelope out of the right drawer and placing it in front of themselves.

“Let’s go somewhere else to talk about this,” Namjoon says when Jimin takes his gaze off the envelope, looking confused that his boss didn’t open it yet. “It’s something only you need to know.”

“Okay.” he replies and gets up so fast that he almost stumbles over his own feet, making a short run to his desk and retrieving his shoulder bag and following Namjoon that has his car keys in hands and is already halfway out of the station.

“I didn’t ask this before because I assumed it’d be insensitive of me to ask you right after you lost your father,” Namjoon starts as soon as they’re seated inside the car and ready to leave. “But do you remember him being involved with anything dangerous? Gangs? The Mafia?”

“N-no?” Jimin’s taken aback by the question, it sounds like a joke, his father involved with mobsters? He almost laughs, but Namjoon is so serious that the idea dies as soon as it comes. “I don’t reckon him talking to anyone suspicious and he always told me what he had been up to. I don’t think he’d get himself in so much trouble, he didn’t like complicated situations. Besides, he only dedicated his time to reading and going out around the city to take pictures.”

“Are you sure?” Namjoon says with his eyes on the streets.

“Absolutely.” Jimin nods his head even though Namjoon can’t see it right now.

“Then we’ll really need to go dig further into this.”

Silence falls and Jimin stares to his right, it’s still early, he wonders what Namjoon calls somewhere else.

“So,” Jimin says with the tray - hot cakes and coffee - in front of himself and Namjoon taking a big bite out of his hamburguer. “McDonald’s?”

The crumbles at the corner of Namjoon’s lips make him look ridiculous and it doesn’t even feel like he’s going to explain to Jimin what he needs to do with this ‘mission’ - that’s how Jimin likes to call them, to make it sound special or something, it gives him enough confidence to succeed.

The reply to Jimin’s rhetorical and sarcastic question comes with the raise of one of Namjoon’s brows.

“I like here,” he mumbles and puts his food down. “And besides, I don’t think the person we’re going to investigate is going to come and have a meal here, so we can be more relaxed when chatting.”

As expected from Kim Namjoon.

“What do you mean?” Jimin whispers and stares at Namjoon, but he’s already back at eating and Jimin finds everything that they’re doing right now pretty useless.

“Everything is in the envelope I brought with me.” Namjoon pats it, located on his lap and Jimin makes a face, did he just drive them to McDonald’s to hand the damn envelope to him?

He doesn’t say anything more and Jimin assumes that Namoon just wants to finish his breakfast in peace because he usually skips it in order to get into the police station before anyone else. Silence falls for about five minutes, when Namjoon is done eating and so is Jimin. He taps his lips with a napkin and Jimin watches as he reaches for the envelope, expectation back.

“I’ve got Min Yoongi to work with you, he was the one that got all the information,” he starts and Jimin doesn’t blink even for a millisecond, thinking back about Yoongi lazily drinking his coffee at the station, dark circles painted under his eyes. “I believe you two can work well together. Anyway, back to what’s important, I need you to go undercover and pretend to be an intern at the famous, or should I say infamous?, Wang Inc.”

“The chinese construction company that bought half of the Im’s building’s all over the country?”

“That one,” Namjoon snaps his fingers and takes a few sheets out of the important envelope and his eyes travel through it for a few seconds, Jimin feels extra anxious at the lack of speaking from his boss. “I don’t know how related they are to your father’s death, but as soon as he passed away, a day after it, a representative from them knocked on your brother’s door and offered to buy the house your father used to live on. Do you remember what the necropsy contained?”

“His lungs had nothing but chloroform.” Jimin whispers and his eyes sting for a while, but he blinks the tears threatening to fall away.

“I don’t think it is possible for him to just want to smell some chloroform out of nowhere,” Namjoon keeps talking, eyes roaming the paper he has in hands. “I have a question, did you ever go take a look at the house since everything happened?”

“No, I did not.” Jimin mumbles, feeling dumb and useless.

“I’m assuming your brother did not tell you how the situation of the house was then,” Namjoon pats Jimin’s shoulder from his seat, his arm reaching out from above the table. “I sadly do not have photographic evidence with me, but one of the rooms was full of papers torn and thrown around, someone went there. And this someone was searching for something. And that’s when you and Yoongi take action, I’m not sure if the head of the Wang company has something to do with it, but I think that it’ll be a start.”

With a few more words, Namjoon hands the envelope to Jimin and tells him that they should go back to their headquarters because he needs to get started with the plan and he needs to discuss it with his partner, Yoongi.

It’s nothing much, really. Jimin finds easy to talk to Yoongi, he never worked with him before, his rank is higher than his and he takes more important jobs than he does - e.g the information gathering one -, but Yoongi listens well and he gives very good opinions.

“Since I’m not going to go undercover as an intern like you will,” Yoongi tells the same day the mission is given to Jimin. “I’m going to be around, not inside the company, but around, at a coffee, walking in a park, inside my car. Anywhere I find suitable for the time, I don’t know if you’ll be taking any risks, I don’t know how dangerous they are and I don’t know who they are, you see, I only went around for a week, I couldn’t do much, but I got a few speculations that we will have to validate through our, your, work.”

“Sounds pretty neat to me,” Jimin says with a smile. “Starting tomorrow then?”

Yoongi nods, a worried expression on his face, but he doesn’t say anything else.

(“I’ll go pick you up at your apartment, you won’t need to come to the station tomorrow, let’s go straight to the point.”)

Jimin goes home early to prepare himself (but he really just showers and eats and plays all the things that could go wrong inside his head until he falls asleep.)

He wakes up three hours early, the tension is thrilling him. Jimin decides to read over the papers Namjoon gave him all over again.

He’s going to work as a secretary and the person in charge of organizing the files. Check.

He doesn’t know whose secretary he’s going to be. Okay, he can figure this out when he gets there, but it’s probably someone important for the company.

Jimin gets up from where he’s seated and walks up to his wardrobe, he’s got to at least find a suitable outfit for the job.

He receives the message from Yoongi, telling him that he’s there and that they need to be at the main Wang building at eight.

He runs down the stairs, hoping that his hair won’t fall out of place and that his clothes will still look good on him. He passes through the glass doors fixing his necktie and smothering the front of his black waistcoat.

Yoongi’s car is so ordinary that Jimin sights at least three more of it before slumping in the passenger’s seat and fastening his seat belt while bidding his partner a good morning.

“Ready?”

“I was born ready,” Jimin says and Yoongi turns his head to stare at him in disbelief. “Took that out of a book, I thought it’d sound good, I suppose this look you’re giving me tells otherwise.”

“Damn right,” he turns the key and drives off to their destination. “Got you coffee.”

“Oh, thanks.”

The low whistle Jimin releases out of habit at the sight of the tall building gets Yoongi laughing to himself. It’s all made of glass and there’s just so many people coming out and getting into it that it’s surprising, it really shows how famous and maybe popular it is, they probably have lots of employees.

“You should get going,” Yoongi says from beside him and Jimin stares at himself in the mirror. He looks just fine. “It’ll be okay, did you follow Namjoon’s instructions?”

“Yes, I did,” Jimin nods. “See you later then.”

The bang of the door reminds Jimin that this is really going to happen, he’s really going to go through his first undercover job and he’s nervous and excited, all at once. He passes by the doors and stops by the information desk, a lady with long jet black hair greets him and asks what he wants.

“I’m an intern,” he starts his one night practiced speech. “And I’d like to know to whom I will be working and to where I should go.”

“Name please.”

“Jeon Jeongguk.” he says without hesitating, Namjoon really got everything sorted out for him because the lady gives him a badge and the directions with a smile - Jimin wonders if there’s a Jeon Jeongguk going around the country at this right moment, he shakes the thought away.

The elevator goes up to the last floor with just a few stops, exactly where he needs to go.

When he steps out of it, his hands automatically reach out for his necktie to make sure it’s alright.

There’s a huge glass door at the end of the corridor and an empty desk in view, Jimin slowly pushes the door open and knocks on the wooden door to his left just like the lady at the entrance told him. (“Just knock and wait for an answer.”)

The answer never comes, but the door opens instead, revealing a young looking man.

“Good morning,” Jimin bows ninety degrees and goes back to his previous position quickly. “I’m Jeon Jeongguk, the new intern that will work part time as your secretary.”

The man is around his height and Jimin wouldn't be so wrong to guess that he might be around his own age, with round eyes and a playful grin. Why he's here, at such important position, he doesn't really know, but something feels fishy about it.

His thoughts break at the sight of a hand reaching out to shake his.

"I'm Jackson Wang, son of the owner of the company, in charge of the business in Korea." he says with an accented korean and Jimin tries not to find his voice funny, he's in the middle of his job, the real and the fake one, he can't let anything go wrong. The snapback on Jackson's head matched with the suit makes Jimin double look at his head while shaking hands.

After introductions, Jackson explains to Jimin what he will need to do before he leaves for one of the lower floors to a room full of old and new files that need organization but that nobody wants to do, leading to them having to hire someone just for that - one of their greatest mistakes in Jimin's opinion.

It's just boring office job, like the ones that Jimin had to do once when he was still at his first three months as the new guy at the police station, a lot of his coworkers jokingly picked on him during that time - Taehyung in special, but that's not relevant for his mission.

When it's time for lunch break, Jimin politely bids Jackson goodbye and see you tomorrow.

He has around an hour to find a place to eat before he goes to the file room to sort the papers, but he just calls Yoongi and tells him that they should go have lunch together so they can discuss something.

The ramen is okay, Jimin had tasted better ones, but he could care less about it.

"How did things go?" Yoongi asks biting one of the chopsticks. "Is it hard? Are you nervous?"

"Okay, I guess," Jimin shrugs and eats. "It's not that hard, it's a lot easier than what I had imagined it to be."

"Well, that's good."

Jimin discovers that if the first task was boring office work, the second part is even more boring, if that was possible of course.

At night, when he’s back at his house, Jimin decides to sit down in front of his laptop and do some researching, when he was talking to Yoongi during lunch about Jackson and how he was surprised that he was there as the head of the korean business, he had his partner tell him that he’s very known around and that he should search up a few articles to update himself on the person he’s working to and investigating, which is what he’s doing right now.

Jackson Wang (25) is known to be one of the youngest men from China to take over a company out of the country, his father spoke to the press about his decision.

“My son has the capacity to deal with business and he always wanted to be in charge of something big, I have been trying to expand my business in South Korea and now that I had the chance, I decided to put him there.”

No more words were spoken.

The article was from a year ago and Jimin is surprised to find out that he is indeed almost same age as him - only one year older - and that he never came across those news.

The next day, Yoongi and him repeat the same routine, nobody finds it weird, they think lowly and lightly of a basic intern, assuming that he isn’t of big importance, so he isn’t accompanied by anyone to where he goes. Jackson doesn’t talk much, at least not with Jimin, he’s always busy using the phone and Jimin is always quiet.

The second part of his job has been even more boring, just like the first day, the room is stuffed with receipts and just a few contracts, nothing of big value.

To Jimin’s surprise, when he leaves the building, walks up to where he and Yoongi decided as meeting point and enters the car, Yoongi is frozen on his seat and staring ahead.

“Did something happen?” Jimin asks at the lack of response coming from the man next to him. “Are you okay?”

Yoongi points ahead, the building is still in sight, Jimin doesn’t understand what he’s trying to tell him, but he doesn’t press Yoongi to tell him.

“I just saw someone I never thought I’d see ever again entering and leaving the building right before you arrived here,” he finally says, a few minutes of silence passed and the startled look in Yoongi’s features leaving. “Now everything makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” Jimin fastens his seat belt and stares at Yoongi’s now worried face. “Who did you see?”

“Your father’s death, the link with Wang Inc. It’s connecting in my head,” Yoongi says and breaks the eye contact with the entrance of the building and turns to look at Jimin. “I think I know who’s behind everything and I don’t know what you’re going to think of this.”

“Try me.” Jimin says and Yoongi runs a hand through his hair.

“Let’s go somewhere else, I don’t think we’re totally safe here.” he starts driving and Jimin doesn’t know where to.

They stop in front of a small white house, probably far from Jimin’s apartment.

“This is...?”

“My house, sorry for not telling where we were going.”

“It’s-”

“Old, I know,” Yoongi cuts and gets off the car, slamming the door shut and rushing to get his keys out of his pocket. “Let’s get in, have some tea and let me explain our situation.”

The word situation comes out shaky and Jimin wonders what’s so important.

The stream of the hot cup of tea distracts Jimin for a while, until Yoongi sits down and places it over the coffee table.

“I’m sorry,” he fidgets with his fingers and fists the knees of his jeans. “That’s the first thing I have to say, the second is that I own you some kind of explanation and I’d rather not overlook anything because I might be at fault that your father passed away this early. We need to get things together.”

“Excuse me, I don’t really get the part that you’re at fault for my father’s death.” Jimin lets go of his tea mug, placing it right in front of Yoongi’s and gazing back at him.

“So you asked me earlier who I saw, I saw an old friend and when I say old, I mean old from the days when I wasn’t someone who worked for the safety of this country, from when I used to be part of a low profile high school gang that got into fights with boys from other schools,” Yoongi hides behind his hands, it’s weird seeing him act like this because he’s one of the greatest and most serious at their station. Jimin listens to him with interest. “You might not remember, you weren’t there at the time, I got this task back to my third year working at the police station and it was to go after a gang that became popular and dangerous.”

“I discovered that my old friend was part of it and not only part of it, he was also part of the ones in command, it was weird to receive the instructions about my work and see a blur picture of him and another old friend with their names written under it,” Yoongi looks smaller as he talks. Jimin doesn’t open his mouth. “Telling me to arrest them for robbery and physical aggression against innocent lives.”

“So you were once part of a gang?” Jimin just asks, nothing in his voice.

“Kind of, we just fought for what we believe or something along those lines, young and naive, we were friends since we were kids, Hoseok used to be the happiest kid and Seokjin was so gentle, I was so puzzled, what had happened after I left? Did something go wrong?” Yoongi looks distressed. “I didn’t say no to the job though, it took me a week to track them down and get to them. It wasn’t hard.”

“But I failed my mission, the papers said that I could kill them if things got too hard and I had my gun pointed at Hoseok’s head and Seokjin was on the floor because he got hit in the head by accident by one of the gang members that escaped. Hoseok had a metal pipe in one hand, it looked like a scene taken out of a movie, with those ‘old school’ gangs that only fought with their hands and pride. I thought I was going to win, I was a police officer with trainment, he was just someone who kept on living in the streets, but I remember clearly the hesitation flickering through my eyes and Hoseok’s arm swinging and hitting me hard. I woke up a few days later at the hospital. I was surprised that he didn’t kill me on the spot with my own gun.”

“I failed my mission because I couldn’t separate my personal life from my job,” Yoongi kicks the coffee table and the mugs falls with a crack. “Everything that is happening could’ve been prevented and I think that your father might not be the only victim so far, I don’t understand.”

The last words were directed to Yoongi himself, Jimin can tell, he doesn’t say anything, but he pats Yoongi’s shoulders.

“It wasn’t your fault,” he finally speaks and Yoongi remains static, staring at the mess. “And I still don’t get what Wang Inc has to do with them.”

“I guess you didn’t associate,” Yoongi straightens up and rubs his face with his hands. “Seeing Hoseok enter and leave the building at the time you probably weren’t in front of Jackson’s office doing your job means that he most likely went to meet up with him to talk some things out, I know it can also mean something else, but something is telling me that that’s it. Didn’t Namjoon tell you that they immediately tried to buy your father’s property? That’s another thing I’ve been suspicious about.”

“What is it?” Jimin asks, hesitant.

“I think that he hired them to get rid of your father to be able to purchase the house, it’s placed in a good area and a little research got me to where I needed, I discovered that at least eight properties are owned by the Wang company, only your father and another one weren’t theirs and I also discovered that ever since your father left, that other house was sold and so did your father’s.”

“So they’re like-”

“Going to demolish everything? Yes, they have a project to build a hotel there.”

“Are you sure that you really saw your old friend there?” Yoongi sighs and Jimin regrets asking that, it sounds like he’s doubting Yoongi, which is not true, he’s just trying to make sure.

“I’m certain,” Yoongi replies, determined this time. “And I’m going to help you with everything, I’m not going to be a coward again. It’s only been two days since we started this and I think we can finish this within a week.”

“Okay.”

The thought of being done with everything quickly makes Jimin happy, he really wants to not be in danger, it’s nice to be able to get an important job, but he’d rather take care of the traffic like he used to.

“This time I want you to try to get as much information and everything else you can regarding the purchase of your father’s property and anything that can tell their plans from before his death.” Yoongi tells Jimin before the next day before dropping him a few blocks away from the building.

Jimin wants to be done with this, yes. So he does his best.

Much to Jimin’s surprise, Jackson is a very messy person, everyday he comes to the office to new papers out of order, subjects mixed and things that shouldn’t be there all around the desk. It’s like he spreads everything there right before he arrives.

He also answers his calls very loudly. He can hear him speak in korean, chinese and english from his office and sometimes he can hear what he’s talking about.

”No, that’s not what should be done.”; “The appointment is when?”; “I don’t think this is right.”

But they’re nothing important to Jimin.

Right when he’s fixing Jackson’s schedule, a figure appears at the door, it’s the first time someone ever comes to visit Jackson while he’s there working and it’s strange. The man at the door just stands there, staring at him like he’s waiting to be invited to take a seat.

“Excuse me sir,” Jimin says and the black haired man looks up at him and suddenly smiles. “But are you here to talk to Mr. Jackson Wang?”

“Uh, yes.” he replies and Jimin silently gets up and knocks on the door. Jackson appears after five seconds.

“Someone’s here to see you,” Jimin tells him. “Sorry for bothering if you were busy.”

Jackson waves it away with his hands and tries to look behind Jimin, his expression suddenly darkens and Jimin gets out of the way and back to where he was.

“Get in.”

Jimin’s confused at how they’re probably talking in whispers inside the office.

When it’s time to meet Yoongi, Jimin can’t stop thinking about how that man entered Jackson’s office and didn’t leave even when it was already time for him to get his lunch break. He kept that information at the back of his mind, but he’s thinking about it again and he wonders what would take so much time to be talked over.

Jimin sights the car, as ordinary as it looks, it’s not really hard to locate it. He watches Yoongi getting up from the driver’s seat and walking ahead of himself, towards the building he just exited.

He watches perplexed Yoongi attacking someone at th same block as them and walking back with an unconscious body.

“What did just happen?” he gapes as Yoongi holds tighter to the person he’s carrying.”What if you get caught?”

“Nobody saw!” Yoongi exclaims, trying to sound like knocking someone down and nobody seeing it is okay. “I’ll explain when we get to the station.”

Jimin nods without questioning him, he’s been working there for longer than him, he hopes that Yoongi knows what he’s doing.

“How come you captured him now but when that was your mission you failed it?” Namjoon asks and Yoongi flushes red. Jimin watches with interest, he still doesn’t know who’s the man Yoongi attacked.

“I’ll take care of it.” Namjoon tells Yoongi and pushes him away.

“Care to explain?” Jimin questions Yoongi when he takes a seat in front of his desk.

“The passed out man right there that Namjoon just handcuffed,” he points to the other side of the room. “It’s Hoseok and the moment I saw him earlier I felt like we wouldn’t be seeing him again, so I took the opportunity to arrest or at least capture him.”

The sound of a chair falling startles both and Namjoon grimaces at Hoseok who’s now awake.

“Sup,” Hoseok says with a smile and Namjoon leaves and walks up to Yoongi. “Hey!”

“Go do your job.” is the only thing Namjoon says, patting Yoongi’s shoulder and leaving the place, Jimin follows him towards the place Hoseok is sat and in silence.

“Goodnight,” Yoongi greets Hoseok and sits down in front of him, Jimin takes a chair from the table from the side and sits a few centimeters away from them. “So you know why you’re here, don’t you?”

“I surely do.” Hoseok replies calmly, opposite from how Jimin imagined him to behave. He looks composed and accepting of what’s happening.

“I asked someone to go check on Jackson Wang, it was reported that you were inside his office for the majority of the day and we still didn’t have a response from the person we sent, do you have anything to say about this?”

“This is for what he’s done to me, after I did his dirty job, that was how he paid me. That’s my payback to him,” Hoseok smiles so wide that Jimin flinches and Yoongi looks concerned. “I don’t mind, you can just arrest me and get done with it. I’m not going to fight back or anything. I would rather go to jail.”

“What did you do?” Yoongi jumps off his seat and tries to look around for someone. Just then, as if it was waiting for this time, the phone rings and Jimin excuses himself to go answer it.

“Yes, I understand.” Jimin says after speaking on the phone for a while and hangs up.

“So?”

“Deceased.”

“How?” Yoongi gapes and turns to stare at Hoseok.

“Intoxication.” Jimin tells him and Hoseok’s smile widens.

“My job is done.” he says and Yoongi sits back down, but his face looks troubled and irritated.

“What do you mean?” he compresses his anger and Jimin hopes Hoseok will cooperate from now on.

“I think you might not know this, but-”

“Wang Inc is involved with the death of my partner’s father? We already know that.” Yoongi snaps and glares at him.

“That’s what he ordered me to do,” Hoseok confesses. Jimin squeezes his hands together. “He turned me into a murderer, I’m at fault for doing that because of the reward he offered, but he lied to me too. When he was supposed to come to me to hand the payment, he had a knife, he- What I’m trying to say is that he killed Seokjin. I think you already have an idea of how things went for Seokjin be the one who passed away and not me.”

Hoseok lowers his head and sighs deeply. Yoongi remains quiet for a while and so does Jimin.

“I’m sorry.” Jimin says.

“Don’t be,” Hoseok mutters. “I’m at fault, I should be the one apologizing for everything I made you guys go through, I forgot that I wasn’t a bad person for quite a while. Since you’re Jimin, the son of the man I killed,” Jimin looks down at his hands. “I own you an honest explanation to why Jackson ordered me to do what I did.”

“Firstly your father refused to sell his property as you might know,” Jimin nods and listens to him attentively. “He and another person refused to do so, but the other one is still alive. The thing is that, you also know your father goes around the city taking photographs, Jackson got to know as well, when he was somewhere near Hongdae where he, Jackson, wanted to meet me, your father was there, he did not, by any means, know that we were meeting secretly there. He took a lot of pictures as expected and just when we were about to leave, Jackson noticed him, walking around with the camera around his neck. He thought he accidentally took photographic evidence of us meeting.”

“So that’s the other reason to why he sent me after Mr. Park,” Hoseok finishes his talking. “He mentioned killing two birds with one stone. I’m sorry, I was stupid enough to follow his orders. You can just hate me or physically attack me right now, I won’t mind.”

“Don’t be stupid. I’m not doing any of that,” Jimin says from where he’s standing, leaning against the table and suddenly giving Hoseok a small pat in the head. “You did wrong, but we can’t go back, I don’t think time travel is possible, so let’s just accept it as it is.”

“Thanks.” Hoseok whispers and leans against the chair looking calm and uncomplaining.

“I’ll go get Namjoon.” Yoongi pushes himself up to his feet and leaves Jimin alone with Hoseok in the room, it’s not that late, but Taehyung is already off duty. Jimin is not mad with Hoseok, not even the slightest, and Hoseok looks content.

“Everything was solved so easily,” Jimin remarks when Yoongi and him are leaving the police station all the matters were taken care of and all they need to worry about is having dinner and going home - or both. “And boss said he’s going to take care of everything, it’s going to be a mess when the press finds it.’

“Didn’t I say we would be done by the end of the week?” Yoongi grins and hides his hands inside the pocket of his coat, it’s already night and the wind is getting colder, he ignores the last part of what Jimin was talking about. “It’s so cold.”

“I know,” Jimin rubs his hands together and puffs, watching the blows of hot air create steam in front of his face. “We should go somewhere,” he tells Yoongi casually. “I’m so hungry and so lazy to cook anything once I get home.”

“Manduguk?” Yoongi suggests and shivers as the wind keeps on going their way.

“Absolutely.”