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Even With The Enemy (Ch.2/?)

SUMMARY: A series of dead bodies turn up in Seoul and Inspector Min Yoongi is assigned to the case. The police are quick to assume that it’s a serial killer running loose but Yoongi has other ideas. There’s more to this case than meets the eye.

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung | V / Min Yoongi | Suga

!!WARNING for graphic depictions of violence!!

Also on AO3

CHAPTER 2 - JIMIN AND HANSUNG

Lee Jung In. 35 years old. His body was found in a back alley at 2 a.m. on Sunday. He had five stab wounds – one on each leg, one on each hand, and one on the chest, which directly pierced his heart and ultimately killed him.

Kim Byung Ho. 36 years old. His body was found floating on a river at 11 a.m. on Tuesday. He had multiple lacerations on his torso and back and exactly eight stab wounds, three of which hit major arteries and caused severe bleeding. He died from blood loss.

Kim Hyun Woo. 38 years old. His body was found in a ditch at 10 p.m. on Friday. His body had the most physical trauma among the three victims and showed clear signs of torture. All of his fingers had been broken and all of his nails had been removed. He had broken ribs, multiple lacerations and stab wounds, and a head injury likely caused by a blunt object. The cause of his death was a collapsed lung resulting from a stab wound on the chest.

All three bodies had traces of two chemical substances, one was designed to render the victims unconscious while the other one was a slow-acting poison that caused paralysis.

All three victims were members of the Baeksaja, a gang notorious for dealing in drug trafficking and the sex trade behind their ‘legal’ business of owning clubs in the red light district.

Yoongi closed the folder and leaned back in his chair. He looked at the clock on his wall and saw that it was half past midnight. He was probably the only one left at the station. He had been so absorbed in reading the file, he had lost track of time.

It had been a while since Yoongi came across a case as troublesome as this. All three victims were known gang members and undoubtedly had their share of enemies so narrowing it down was going to be difficult. The use of similar chemicals suggested that the crimes had been committed either by the same person or a group of people who had contact with each other. If it was a group, it could be the work of a rival gang like Yoongi guessed earlier, however, based on the reports, Yoongi was more inclined to think that the murders were committed by the same person.

According to the autopsy, several of the victims’ stab wounds were of near-identical sizes, indicating that at least one similar knife had been used on all three of them. Unless gangs were now giving out standard-issue knives to all their members, these near-identical stab wounds could mean that the knife used on all three victims may have been owned by one person.

A knock on the door interrupted Yoongi’s thoughts. He muttered a quick ‘come in’ and the door opened, revealing Namjoon.

“Hey, I’m planning to head out soon,” Namjoon said, “Are you going to stay here?”

Yoongi stretched his hands above his head and yawned. “Nah, I’m heading out with you.” He got up from his chair and gathered his things. “I’m done for tonight. This case you’ve given me has tired me out.”

“So I guess you’ve finished reading all of it?” Namjoon had the audacity to look apologetic after piling such a taxing case on Yoongi’s lap. “What do you think?”

“You couldn’t wait until tomorrow? I thought you said you were heading out.”

“Nothing comprehensive. Just your initial thoughts. I’d like to hear them while it’s fresh on your mind.”

Yoongi decided to give in. Denying Namjoon was difficult enough when he wasn’t bone weary. “I think our perp is just one person,” he said, “and this is more of a hunch right now but, judging by how the method of killing became bloodier and more gruesome with each victim, I think this was the work of someone with a personal vendetta. Either that or our perp is simply a sadistic bastard.”

“Hmm…” Namjoon nodded, “I thought the same thing, actually. Though you’re correct, it’s just a hunch right now, which is why I wanted you to take a look at the case. Hearing you say the same thing validates my initial assumptions.”

“As flattered as I am to hear that you value my opinion that much, my brain cells are pretty much dead right now. Can we save this conversation for later?” It was just as well that Namjoon and Yoongi had a friendly relationship. If this were anyone else, Yoongi would be receiving a stern reprimand for daring to talk to his superior officer in such a manner.

“Ah, sorry. I almost got carried away there. We should both get some rest. I have a feeling we’re going to have a long day tomorrow,” Namjoon stopped to look at his watch, “Or should I say, later today.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Dried leaves cracked under Jimin’s shoes as he trudged along the busy streets of Seoul. He tugged at his scarf and pulled his jacket tighter. It was nearing the end of October and the temperature had already dropped too much for his liking. Winter was going to be such a pain this year.

“Yo, Park Jimin!” A man on the street bellowed, catching the attention of bystanders. Jimin recognized the deep voice – would recognize it anywhere.

Jimin turned around to face the man. “Yo, Park Hansung! Don’t go shouting in the streets!”

The man, Hansung, gave Jimin a cheeky grin. “But you did too!”

“Yeah, but you started it!” Jimin replied, knowing full well that it made him sound like a child keeping up a stupid argument. He stopped walking and waited for Hansung to catch up to him. “What are you doing out this early? Doesn’t the shop open until later?” He asked once they were walking side by side, voice now down to an acceptable volume.

“Our vegetable delivery guy is out sick today so I’m supposed to pick up our supply from the market,” Hansung said through a yawn. He was cheerful like he usually was but now that Jimin was looking closely, it was apparent that he was tired.

“Didn’t get much sleep last night?” Jimin knew that Hansung worked multiple jobs to make ends meet but this was the first time he was seeing him this tired in the morning.

“You could say that. I haven’t had much time to sleep the past week.”

“You didn’t get another part-time job, did you?” Jimin asked, concern lacing his tone. “You can’t keep on pushing your body like that, Hansung-ah.”

“This coming from Park Jimin? The Park Jimin who stayed behind every day after training and pulled weekly all-nighters back when he was at the police academy? That Park Jimin?”

“That was a situation where only I could do something to improve my performance so I did it. This is different. If you’re short on money then you can always come to me. You don’t need to get another job. You work too much already.”

“I always say this but you’re too kind, Jimin.” Hansung gave Jimin a fond smile. “Thank you for offering but I can’t take your money.”

“Hansung, you don’t–”

“I’m doing fine on the money front, don’t worry. In fact, I didn’t get another job.” Hansung added a wink for good measure. “I was just caught up in things last week but I’m all good. I know how to pace myself.”

Jimin was still a bit skeptical – Hansung had a habit of making light of his problems so as not to worry others – but let the topic slide for the moment. “As long as you’re taking care of yourself…”

“I am, I promise. Buuut, enough about me! How about you? How was your first day at the station?”

Jimin swallowed the sigh that was his impulsive response to that question. That would only make Hansung worry. “It went well, actually. The Senior Inspector in charge of our station seems like a really nice guy and I met a Senior Officer who was very friendly and introduced me to everyone.” It wasn’t a lie. All of those things did happen on his first day and if Jimin chose to omit the part where his direct superior seemed to find him annoying and had been more than happy to foist him off onto other people as soon as possible, Hansung was none the wiser.

“That’s great! I’m happy that your first day went well. I remember you were worrying so much about your colleagues bullying you or something,” Hansung said with a teasing smirk, “I told you those stories were just made up to scare newbies and you didn’t believe me.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of me! Those things do happen! I’m just lucky I got assigned to a station with decent senior officers.” Senior Inspector Min seemed like he didn’t want to have anything to do with Jimin but he hadn’t been cruel. Gruff and aloof, maybe, but not cruel. Jimin should probably be thankful for that.

“Hmm, if you say so…” Hansung looked reasonably impressed, of what Jimin wasn’t quite sure. “But if anyone bullies you, just tell me and I’d go over there to give them a talking to!”

To anyone else, Hansung’s words probably sounded like a joke but Jimin knew that he was serious. “Hansung, I don’t think making a scene inside a police station is a good idea, but thanks for always having my back,” Jimin said. Hansung often had silly ideas but Jimin knew he always meant well.

Sharing a morning walk with his best friend was a balm for Jimin’s soul and he had arrived at the station in considerably high spirits. Unfortunately, not even the pleasant start to his morning was enough to shield him from the ominous air that greeted him when he stepped into Senior Inspector Min’s office.

In Senior Inspector Min’s hurry to get rid of him the day before, Jimin had forgotten to give the man a copy of his assignment papers. Jimin had thought it would be okay for him to drop by the Senior Inspector’s office early in the morning to hand the papers over but he hadn’t expected to walk into what appeared to be a very important meeting between Senior Inspector Min and Senior Inspector Kim. Judging by the clouded look on the two men’s faces, Jimin guessed that whatever it was they were talking about, it was a terrible situation that was way, way above Jimin’s pay grade.

“Were you eavesdropping?” That was Senior Inspector Min and he looked pissed. Granted, the man seemed to have a resting annoyed face but this time, Jimin could tell that he was really quite angry.

“N-no, sir.” Came Jimin’s quick denial. The last thing he wanted was for his superior officers to think that he was up to no good on his second day at work.

“Uh huh?” Senior Inspector Min didn’t look convinced. “So what, they don’t teach you how to knock at the academy?”

“Uhm, I – I was… ” Jimin felt like his heart was lodged in his throat. He contemplated the merits of telling Senior Inspector Min that he did knock before entering but the two senior inspectors seemed to have been too engrossed in their discussion to notice or to respond so Jimin decided to push the door just a little to see if there was anyone inside. It was just Jimin’s luck that Senior Inspector Kim opened the door at the same time so he had been dragged into the room without warning, effectively barging into the senior officers’ tense meeting. Jimin found the whole experience mortifying, really.

“Yoongi, please don’t scare him,” Senior Inspector Kim said and Jimin felt like he could kiss the man in gratitude. “Relax, Officer Park. I don’t believe that you were eavesdropping and I’m pretty sure forgetting to knock once in a while isn’t a punishable offense. I know I’m guilty of the same thing sometimes.”

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Senior Inspector Kim was one of the nicest, most respectable guys Jimin had ever met in his entire life. Jimin was blessed to have been assigned to this man’s station.

“Thank you, sir!” Jimin bowed ninety degrees. “And I’m sorry for barging into your meeting, sir!”

“It’s fine. We were done here anyway. I’m leaving you two.” Senior Inspector Kim clapped Jimin’s shoulder on his way out. “Yoongi, don’t be too harsh on him.”

Jimin only rose from his bow when he heard the door click shut behind him. Senior Inspector Kim was very kind about the whole thing but now, Jimin was alone with Senior Inspector Min and without a buffer, he might very well be put through the wringer by his direct superior.

Senior Inspector Min sighed. To Jimin’s relief, the words from Senior Inspector Kim seemed to have mollified him. “I suppose I should have told you this yesterday but, Rule Number One – knock if you want to enter my office. If you don’t hear an answer, don’t come in. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Rule Number Two, don’t ever eavesdrop on any conversation happening inside this office. Or any office for that matter. Clearances exist for a reason and there are things you don’t need to know.”

“Yes, sir.” Jimin felt that particular scolding was underserved as he hadn’t been eavesdropping but he wasn’t about to talk back to his superior officer like that.

“And Rule Number Three.” Senior Inspector Min rose from his seat and walked towards Jimin. “Don’t be so fucking meek all the damn time. I don’t appreciate insubordination but I hate mindless obedience even more. There’s a fine line between the two, learn to thread it, otherwise, you’ll never survive this job. Do you understand?” It was probably only Jimin’s imagination but there seemed to be a hint of concern in Senior Inspector Min’s tone.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

to be continued…

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Even With The Enemy (Ch.1/?)

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung | V / Min Yoongi | Suga

!!WARNING for graphic depictions of violence!!

Also on AO3

CHAPTER 1 - INSPECTOR MIN

The overpowering smell of stale blood and putrid meat hung thickly in the air, growing more pungent the further they got into the room.

Yoongi couldn’t help his snort of disgust when he stepped on a pool of blood. “Fucking gross,” he said as he lifted his feet off with a sticky, wet sound, “This place is a poster child for violation of the health and safety code if I ever saw one.”

“Ugh, I know. This is going to stay with me for a while, I think I might lay off the meat for the time being,” Hoseok replied, his voice slightly muffled from the hand covering his nose and mouth. He looked like he was about to throw up.

“For the love of all that is good, Jung Hoseok, don’t even talk about meat right now.” The mere thought that Yoongi may have eaten something that came from this place was making him nauseous. “I can’t believe Namjoon really assigned us to check that this place had been cleaned out. That little shit. This is a job for junior officers.”

“You’re not wrong but should you really be calling our superior officer a ‘little shit,’ though? You know it was your insubordination that got us here, right? I mean, it’s mostly you, I just got caught in it because goodness knows you can’t work with anyone else.”

“Excuse me, insubordination?” Yoongi directed his fiercest glare at Hoseok.

Hoseok remained unfazed. “You know Namjoon doesn’t like to pull rank but you kind of forced his hand this time. Your last operation was a disaster and–”

Yoongi tried not to show Hoseok how he flinched at those words. His last ‘operation’ involved a hostage situation that should have been resolved when the negotiator had almost convinced the perpetrator to stand down, except Yoongi fucked up and things got out of hand and they ended up with six victims with minor injuries, two victims hospitalized in critical condition, and the hostage-taker dead with a bullet through the head. Yeah, it was a disaster, alright.

“–Namjoon fought hard to defend you against the higher-ups. You weren’t given a harsh punishment but in return, you have to take teamwork seminars and you refuse to do it. Of course, Namjoon is going to make your life hard until you agree. You leave him no choice. He won’t be able to convince you otherwise.”

Hoseok wasn’t wrong and Yoongi suddenly missed the time when Hoseok had been too scared of him to talk back. When he first met Hoseok, the latter was a green recruit who shrieked at the slightest unexpected movement and was scared of a laundry list of things with Yoongi’s name at the top. That Hoseok of old was long gone. These days, Hoseok sassed at Yoongi almost as much as Namjoon did. Sometimes, even more.

“Hoseok, I hate you. I liked you better when you couldn’t talk to me and I don’t know what happened for you to turn out like this but I’m blaming Namjoon’s influence.”

“You hate that I’m right,” Hoseok said with a smug grin.

Yoongi let out a long-suffering sigh. He was good at those.

I guess I should say goodbye to my weekends, he thought.

“Thank you, I’m glad you finally agreed. I really hate it when I have to pull rank on you because I respect you a lot,” Namjoon said, honest and bright-eyed like the goody-two-shoes he was. On anyone else, Yoongi might have hated those traits but with Namjoon it was different. Mostly due to the fact that on anyone else it might have been an act, but for Namjoon? It was pure and sincere. Always.

When Namjoon got promoted before Yoongi, despite Yoongi being older, he was so genuinely upset over it that Yoongi didn’t have the heart to tell him to just fuck off when, for the nth time, he had gone over to apologize for getting the promotion. As if it was his fault. As if it was wrong of him to have an impeccable performance record and remarkable leadership skills at his young age. As if he was to blame for Yoongi’s own inability to handle a team or even work with anyone (other than Hoseok, but Hoseok was a very rare exception – a Pikachu in a world of Rattatas).

Long story short, Namjoon was an all-around very nice guy and, yes, even Yoongi would admit to himself that he didn’t actually enjoy making Namjoon’s life hard.

“By the way, there’s one more thing. I don’t want you to think I’m doing this to punish you or anything but, ah… how do I put this?” Namjoon turned sheepish, which sent imaginary alarm bells ringing because Namjoon only ever got sheepish around Yoongi when he was about to say something Yoongi wouldn’t like. “We’ve got a new officer coming in and I’d like for you to take him under your wing. This is totally unrelated to the teamwork seminars. This is something I decided was a good idea, seeing how well you have been able to work with Hoseok when he first got here.”

“What, like a partner? Are you assigning a partner to me?” Yoongi asked, his aversion to the idea clearly reflected in his tone. Even Hoseok, with whom he worked regularly, wasn’t considered his partner. Yoongi didn’t do partners and even though he had just admitted that he didn’t like making Namjoon’s life hard, this was something Yoongi was going to fight tooth and nail for.

“No, no, no, not like a partner,” Namjoon backtracked, “I meant like a mentee. Officer Park is going with you to learn the ropes.”

“Officer Park.” Yoongi disliked the guy already.

“The new officer, Park Jimin. He’s coming in tomorrow. Please. You’re brilliant, you’re hardworking, and you’re good at your job. I know that the new recruit will be in good hands with you. No, the best hands.”

If Yoongi didn’t know any better, he would think Namjoon was bullshitting him. Unfortunately, Yoongi did know better so he could tell that Namjoon was being entirely sincere with those praises. “Really? No mention of my absolutely stellar teamwork abilities?” Yoongi asked, sarcasm dripping heavily from his words.

Namjoon merely smiled. The kind that made his dimples pop out and the angels swoon. “Nobody’s perfect but everybody can work on improving themselves. That’s what you’re doing and I’m very proud of you.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. Damn Namjoon’s ability to say cheesy shit like that with a straight face. “Alright, fine. I’ll take the kid, but if that kid is stupid or lazy or just plain annoying then I’m dropping his ass on you.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve met him already and I’m sure you’ll get along.”

Junior Officer Park Jimin was a short young man (only a few inches taller than Yoongi) with a cheerful smile and that same sparkle in the eyes that a lot of new, inexperienced officers had.

Yoongi was betting he would lose it in two or three months.

“So, graduated top of your class, huh?” Yoongi asked with affected disinterest. In reality, that bit of information caught his attention. He had read Officer Park’s file the night before and had been relieved to learn that, at the very least, Officer Park wasn’t stupid. Now, whether or not he would be any useful outside the academy and in the real world was another question altogether.

“Ah… yes, sir,” Officer Park replied. He seemed embarrassed at the mention of his academic achievement.

Yoongi clicked his tongue – loud enough so Officer Park would hear it and realize his disapproval. “You worked your ass off to graduate at the top of your class, did you or did you not?”

“I – I did, sir.”

“Then be proud of it,” Yoongi said with a finality that booked no room for discussion. Why did he have such rotten luck when it came to young officers working with him? Hoseok was a scaredy cat and now this Jimin kid seemed to have self-esteem issues. Speaking of which… “You haven’t met Senior Officer Jung, have you?”

“No, sir, I haven’t.”

“Well, then,” Yoongi put Officer Park’s file folder on top of the table and got up from his seat, “Come on, I’ll introduce you to Hoseok. I work with him a lot so you need to know who he is.”

As Yoongi predicted, Hoseok got along with Officer Park like a house on fire. The two of them were obviously cut from the same cloth. Yoongi wasn’t complaining – not when Hoseok volunteered to show Officer Park around the station and introduce him to the other officers, effectively taking that responsibility off of Yoongi’s hands.

Yoongi was on his way back to his desk when he was intercepted by Namjoon.

“Inspector Min, may I have a word?” The use of his official title alerted Yoongi to the fact that Namjoon wanted to talk about something serious.

“Yes, sir,” Yoongi replied as he followed into Namjoon’s office. He closed the door behind him and Namjoon let out a tired sigh the moment they were alone.

“We have a situation,” Namjoon began in a dejected tone, “It’s not uncommon for gang members to turn up dead with no viable leads. Those cases usually get filed under gang violence and remain unsolved until they’re forgotten. Personally, I don’t like that those people would just die without justice but I do understand the intricacies of gang politics and it’s not always easy for the police to intervene, especially if there is no concrete evidence tying it to the gangs. However, I think there’s reason to be alarmed with these past few cases.” He rifled through the mess of folders on his desk and pulled a blue one with the ominous label of ‘Seoul Gang Killings’ and handed it to Yoongi.

Yoongi examined the folder’s contents. “Three dead bodies found in the last week, all of them identified gang members… are they all from the same gang?”

“According to our information, they are.”

“Then could this be the work of a rival gang picking off enemies?”

Namjoon looked troubled. “I don’t want to say anything because it might cloud your judgment, and that would defeat the purpose of me calling you in so I can get a new perspective. You can have that file for now so you can study it further.”

“Am I allowed to take it to my office? I think better in there.”

“Suit yourself. Ah, but, it’s for your eyes only. At least, for now. We’ll get the other guys in once we know more.”

Yoongi nodded. “I’ll keep it under wraps. Well, then, if you’ll excuse me.”

Kang Donghyuk wasn’t a pushover. He was a big man with an impressive muscular build and it had taken twice the usual dose to knock him out. Even more annoying, he was awake now, which meant that twice the dose merely had the effect of half a dose on him. It was a good thing V had the presence of mind to restrain him as soon as possible.

“Ah, you’re quite a handful, you know that?” V said with good humor, “The others hadn’t been this troublesome.”

Kang Donghyuk didn’t reply. No surprise there. He was gagged, after all. He did, however, tried fighting against his restraints – to no avail. Even a bear-sized man would have a hard time getting out of chains when he had been injected with a paralysis poison.

“And you’re pretty lively! No wonder they called you ‘Rampaging Bear! Though between the two of us, I think that name is a little tacky,” V rambled on as he flipped and twirled a butterfly knife in one hand, “Or maybe tacky is the wrong word, uhm… old-fashioned, perhaps? I don’t know, I just think you could do better as far as nicknames go. Then again, you do kind of resemble a bear so I’m not entirely surprised they call you that but, hey, that’s just my opinion. You shouldn’t think too much of it.” V snapped the butterfly knife shut. “You’re going to die soon, anyway,” he said with a smile.

to be continued...

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