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There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.

The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.

Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.

I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)

Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.

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WHO YOU GONNA CALL? | TAPE #3

A series of tapes describing Namjoon's life since joining the Supernatural Investigation Unit.

PAIRING(S) | Namjoon x reader

THEMES | cop!au, x-files!au, ghostbusters!au, cop!Namjoon, cop!reader, youtuber!Seokjin, youtuber!Taehyung, ghosts, conspiracies, cryptids, the paranormal, and the supernatural are main subjects

WORD COUNT | 833

RATING | pg

NOTE | so i didnt post this part because i thought i already did.. i apologize. so anyway, here is part three <3 i have to write more parts for after part 4, but that will probably have to wait. I hope you all enjoy and have wonderful days/nights <3 take care of yourselves.

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“The previous stopped recording a few minutes ago, so if you would please continue where it left off where things begin to take a turn,” the man asks, glancing at the tape in his hand with a number two written on a piece of tape along its front.

Namjoon looks at the tape, looking wary about it. “So, as I was saying, that’s when the activity started…”

Tracing his fingers over the intricate detailing of the walls, Namjoon slowly tracked towards the other two. Hearing a squish as he stepped, he peered at the goo. Creak. Jumping slightly, he holds his chest in surprise, his gaze wary as the previously locked door squeaked open. “Alright guys, nice gag.”

“Hm?” Seokjin hums, slowly prying his eyes from the trick candle he’d been examining. Slapping Taehyung frantically, his free hand pointing behind the startled man, “Yah! Taehyung, are you getting that?”

“You guys put that gooey crap on the floor and opened the door, right?” Namjoon growled, tired from their constant immaturity. 

Shaking his head, Seokjin purses his lips, “I didn’t do that. I’m pretty sure Tae didn’t either, he was holding the camera,” his tone more serious than the taller had ever heard him use. “We didn’t do that.”

Suddenly feeling much more afraid, Namjoon searched their faces for any hint of mischief, only to turn up empty. “Maybe Mr. Min came in and opened it?” 

“He’s still outside…” you chime in, staring at the dark figure sitting nervously on the bench outside the mansion.

All four heads snap to the PKE meter, watching the brightly lit object spin into a frenzy. “Is that supposed to happen?” Namjoon shudders, seeming oddly freaked out for someone who doesn’t believe in the supernatural.

“I honestly had no idea it could do that,” the oldest shrugs, a just as surprised expression on his face as he waved the meter around slowly, watching it get stronger the closer he got to the door. Slowly facing the door once more, his breath caught in his throat, and his ears popped. You all rub your temples, Taehyung comically stretching his jaw. “You guys felt that too, right?”

You nod, “Definitely.”

“What the…“ Namjoon stutters, eyes wide and jumping around the room. He exhaled sharply when the dungeon suddenly swung open, an all too unrealistic glow emanating from the inside. “Oh my gosh.”

A woman—dead and neon emerges from the dungeon, beautiful and ghostly. The camera shifts upward to capture the apparition. Is this real? The officer thinks to himself, eyes reflecting the blue and turquoise hues. 

Quickly, Seokjin begins, “Class 4 apparition, distinct humanoid form,” his voice clear and strong, contrasting his childlike doe eyes filled with wonder. 

“This can’t be happening…” 

“Oh, be quiet, Debby Downer, and look at the ghost before you! It’s happening!” Taehyung cheers, almost dropping the camera from excitement. “She's beautiful…”

The group quiets, a quiet rumbling coming from the floating woman. Namjoon, waiting for some sort of communication, holds his hand in front of the other two scientists—signalling them to stay quiet, “I think she’s going to communicate…”

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, you’re the most beautiful ghost I’ve ever seen!” Tae greets, a slight nervous waver in his voice but mostly excitement dripping from the tone. At least he’d be on the ghost’s good side… 

Facing the four of you and straightening up, the growl became increasingly louder as the ghost–Choi Sugweon, as legend calls her approached. Unhinging her jaw, Sugweon screeches, green goo flying out of her ghostly figure, covering them in ectoplasm. 

Shocked, you all stood still—processing the paranormal, abnormal event that had just taken place in front of their eyes. A ghost had just ectoprojected all over them. Said ghost was floating out the window, out into the street–

Snapping out of his awe-filled stare, Seokjin snaps his fingers in an attempt to bring the other two out of their trances, rushing after the late Choi, “Hey, wake up! She’s getting away!” Shoving Taehyung towards the door they'd entered through not an hour ago. 

Hurrying, You and Namjoon wiped the lot of the ectoplasm off your faces. Namjoon’s grossed out when Seokjin pleads for him to leave as much as possible intact for later experimentation and analysis. Chasing the apparition out of the hall, you all freeze abruptly as she ascends into the air, disappearing behind the nearest buildings. 

“Did… did that just happen?” Namjoon sputters, eyes still focused on the building she’d vanished behind, his mouth dry and barely able to create a coherent sentence. 

Looking into the camera, Taehyung grins so wide that it almost scares Namjoon as much as the ghost just had. Nodding vigorously, the younger confirms, “Yes, we just saw a beautiful ghost!”

“Oh my gosh, Namjoon we saw a ghost!” Seokjin squeals, glee drenching his already high-pitched voice, “All this time we weren’t crazy!”

“Finally, I can write an authentic report about ghosts,” you cheer, eyes bright with excitement. “The SIU will finally be taken seriously!”

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WHO YOU GONNA CALL? | TAPE #3

A series of tapes describing Namjoon's life since joining the Supernatural Investigation Unit.

PAIRING(S) | Namjoon x reader

THEMES | cop!au, x-files!au, ghostbusters!au, cop!Namjoon, cop!reader, youtuber!Seokjin, youtuber!Taehyung, ghosts, conspiracies, cryptids, the paranormal, and the supernatural are main subjects

WORD COUNT | 833

RATING | pg

NOTE | so i didnt post this part because i thought i already did.. i apologize. so anyway, here is part three <3 i have to write more parts for after part 4, but that will probably have to wait. I hope you all enjoy and have wonderful days/nights <3 take care of yourselves.

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“The previous stopped recording a few minutes ago, so if you would please continue where it left off where things begin to take a turn,” the man asks, glancing at the tape in his hand with a number two written on a piece of tape along its front.

Namjoon looks at the tape, looking wary about it. “So, as I was saying, that’s when the activity started…”

Tracing his fingers over the intricate detailing of the walls, Namjoon slowly tracked towards the other two. Hearing a squish as he stepped, he peered at the goo. Creak. Jumping slightly, he holds his chest in surprise, his gaze wary as the previously locked door squeaked open. “Alright guys, nice gag.”

“Hm?” Seokjin hums, slowly prying his eyes from the trick candle he’d been examining. Slapping Taehyung frantically, his free hand pointing behind the startled man, “Yah! Taehyung, are you getting that?”

“You guys put that gooey crap on the floor and opened the door, right?” Namjoon growled, tired from their constant immaturity. 

Shaking his head, Seokjin purses his lips, “I didn’t do that. I’m pretty sure Tae didn’t either, he was holding the camera,” his tone more serious than the taller had ever heard him use. “We didn’t do that.”

Suddenly feeling much more afraid, Namjoon searched their faces for any hint of mischief, only to turn up empty. “Maybe Mr. Min came in and opened it?” 

“He’s still outside…” you chime in, staring at the dark figure sitting nervously on the bench outside the mansion.

All four heads snap to the PKE meter, watching the brightly lit object spin into a frenzy. “Is that supposed to happen?” Namjoon shudders, seeming oddly freaked out for someone who doesn’t believe in the supernatural.

“I honestly had no idea it could do that,” the oldest shrugs, a just as surprised expression on his face as he waved the meter around slowly, watching it get stronger the closer he got to the door. Slowly facing the door once more, his breath caught in his throat, and his ears popped. You all rub your temples, Taehyung comically stretching his jaw. “You guys felt that too, right?”

You nod, “Definitely.”

“What the…“ Namjoon stutters, eyes wide and jumping around the room. He exhaled sharply when the dungeon suddenly swung open, an all too unrealistic glow emanating from the inside. “Oh my gosh.”

A woman—dead and neon emerges from the dungeon, beautiful and ghostly. The camera shifts upward to capture the apparition. Is this real? The officer thinks to himself, eyes reflecting the blue and turquoise hues. 

Quickly, Seokjin begins, “Class 4 apparition, distinct humanoid form,” his voice clear and strong, contrasting his childlike doe eyes filled with wonder. 

“This can’t be happening…” 

“Oh, be quiet, Debby Downer, and look at the ghost before you! It’s happening!” Taehyung cheers, almost dropping the camera from excitement. “She's beautiful…”

The group quiets, a quiet rumbling coming from the floating woman. Namjoon, waiting for some sort of communication, holds his hand in front of the other two scientists—signalling them to stay quiet, “I think she’s going to communicate…”

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, you’re the most beautiful ghost I’ve ever seen!” Tae greets, a slight nervous waver in his voice but mostly excitement dripping from the tone. At least he’d be on the ghost’s good side… 

Facing the four of you and straightening up, the growl became increasingly louder as the ghost–Choi Sugweon, as legend calls her approached. Unhinging her jaw, Sugweon screeches, green goo flying out of her ghostly figure, covering them in ectoplasm. 

Shocked, you all stood still—processing the paranormal, abnormal event that had just taken place in front of their eyes. A ghost had just ectoprojected all over them. Said ghost was floating out the window, out into the street–

Snapping out of his awe-filled stare, Seokjin snaps his fingers in an attempt to bring the other two out of their trances, rushing after the late Choi, “Hey, wake up! She’s getting away!” Shoving Taehyung towards the door they'd entered through not an hour ago. 

Hurrying, You and Namjoon wiped the lot of the ectoplasm off your faces. Namjoon’s grossed out when Seokjin pleads for him to leave as much as possible intact for later experimentation and analysis. Chasing the apparition out of the hall, you all freeze abruptly as she ascends into the air, disappearing behind the nearest buildings. 

“Did… did that just happen?” Namjoon sputters, eyes still focused on the building she’d vanished behind, his mouth dry and barely able to create a coherent sentence. 

Looking into the camera, Taehyung grins so wide that it almost scares Namjoon as much as the ghost just had. Nodding vigorously, the younger confirms, “Yes, we just saw a beautiful ghost!”

“Oh my gosh, Namjoon we saw a ghost!” Seokjin squeals, glee drenching his already high-pitched voice, “All this time we weren’t crazy!”

“Finally, I can write an authentic report about ghosts,” you cheer, eyes bright with excitement. “The SIU will finally be taken seriously!”

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I 100% didn’t stop posting “Who You Gonna Call” because I thought I already finished posting the other two parts whatttt what kind of idiot would do that 😰😃🗣️🔥🐺

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A LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL | YJI

In which Jeongin watches you chase after Seungmin over and over, waiting for his turn to have your heart.

PAIRING(S) | Jeongin x reader, Seungmin x reader

THEMES | angst, fluff, unrequited love (two of them), best friends to lovers, high school!au, best friend!Jeongin, lots of background characters, based on a love so beautiful (inspired by both versions), embarrassing and slightly humiliating scenes, crying, heartbreak

WORD COUNT | 10k+

RATING | pg

NOTE | I’ve been working on this for so long, I don’t even know why it’s taken so long. Literally like a third of Sugar Sugar written in 10x the amount of time. Anyway, I love the dramas this fic is based on (especially the k ver bc the main lead was more likable imo) and I really hope I did this au justice. Alos, its not meant to be a direct copy of the drama, more like inspired by a few episodes/scenes (you'll be able to tell which ones if you've seen either version of the drama). Anyway, I would like to thank my beta reader @that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick, thank you so much for your help, I really did find all your feedback useful <33333 i hope you all enjoy this! Love you all, ty for all the support <3 have a great day/night!!

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“Hey, Seungmin~!” you call in a singsong voice, cheeks tinted pink as the tall, quiet boy stares at you nervously. 

“Hey [Y/N]…”

Shuffling closer to his ear, you gesture for him to lean down so the other surrounding students wouldn't hear. When he does, you cup a hand around your mouth and whisper. "I like you,” you giggle softly as you back away from him. 

Seungmin scratches his neck awkwardly. "No offense, but I don't like you…sorry.” His face drops as he rejects you in the kindest, bluntest way. 

“O-oh,” you rub your arms as you giggle again. "It's fine!” This time, your bright smile dims, and nobody notices how it doesn't reach your eyes. 

Nobody other than Jeongin, that is. 

Jeongin can see how there's no crinkle beside your eyes or nose as you play your confession off, laughing with Seungmin in an oddly offbeat way. He notices how your shoulders are slumping more now than when he'd encouraged you to confess, and how your head hangs as you shuffle back over to him. 

“So…?”

You frown, biting your lip to hold back your tears. Jeongin doesn't need any more confirmation than that to pull you into a tight hug. He caresses your head as you blink away your tears, an artificial smile on your lips. "It’s fine, I just have to win him over!” 

He frowns but bites his tongue. You can’t help who you love…

And neither can he.

He sighs, "Okay then, but don't be upset when it doesn't work out,” eliciting a shove from you that makes you smile softly as the light fades back into your eyes. 

——

“…and one teaspoon of pure vanilla extract,” Jeongin finishes reading to you, swinging his legs lazily back and forth as they dangle off the counter. He watches you with adoring eyes as you rush to find the vanilla extract, hastily measuring it and mixing it into the cake batter with big eyes. He pretends you’re his girlfriend, scrambling to make him a treat for a date—but as the tangy citrus scent fills his nostrils, it's hard to stay in his trance. He doesn’t like oranges that much, but Seungmin does—and that’s who the orange upside-down cake is for. 

You spoon the batter in dollops onto the oranges in the cake pan, doing your best to evenly cover them without disturbing their positions too much. And once you’ve smoothed the top—as Jeongin had directed you—you’re baking the cake, pulling it out fifteen minutes later to check its consistency and rotate the pan, fully concentrated on your self-assigned task. 

Jeongin continues his loving gaze, taking in your messy flour-covered bun and shirt, butterflies filling his stomach at the view. Something about the dim, warm lights and your adorably focused pout was making his stomach do flips—although it always did that when he was with you. 

When the first cake burns, he offers to help, smiling dumbly to himself every time your hands accidentally graze each other’s and mixing badly on purpose so you’ll come and help him. It’s a wonder how you manage to miss the endless flat-out doting grins he gives you.

“If you keep putting the icing on my nose, we're going to run out of it for the cake,” you giggle every three words as you swipe it off.

He flashes you his braces, leaning closer to you as he dots another glob onto your nose. "Oops, I did it again,” he teases, not minding what he’s sure is a prominent blush on his cheeks every time you playfully push his chest. 

It's only when you're handing the cake to Seungmin that he wishes the whole scenario had never happened, because you two are blushing, and everyone around you is cooing (although he takes the wish back quickly because it was one of his favorite memories)...before being disappointed when he kindly rejects the cake after a quick spoonful, claiming to be full. 

“I know he just didn't want to embarrass me because I'm a horrible baker, but it still hurts,” you mumble against Jeongin’s shoulder, your thumb tracing the outline of the cake box you'd bought earlier. “It must taste awful…”

Jeongin takes the box from your hands gently, pulling a fork from his pocket—don't ask—and stuffing a large bite into his mouth. Truthfully, it wasn't the worst cake he’s ever tasted, and knowing you made it with your own two hands during that wonderful afternoon with him that ended in cuddling on the couch and watching baking shows… oh, he’s prepared to scarf the whole thing down. 

“It's not bad [Y/N], look,” he says, taking another bite and wiping a bit of the caramel onto your nose fondly like he'd done that afternoon, “If he doesn’t want it, it's his loss.”

You flush as he asks to have the entire cake, and of course, you say yes. Honestly, if Jeongin liked it, that was enough. At least it wasn't going to waste. 

“Hey! Stop putting the cake on my nose!”

——

Your tongue peeks out your mouth as you put all your attention on the beads and clear string in your fingers. “Innie, can you help me pick the bead colors?”

“Sure, but doesn't that take away from you making it?” he says bluntly as he taps his cheek and stares at the different hues of beads organized neatly in Hyunjin’s jewelry-making box. “Red and orange.” His newly freed pearly whites sparkle at you in the natural sunlight. 

You scrunch your nose. “I was thinking of a color palette with more purple tones, y’know, because Min likes purple,” you mumble, unaware of his downturned lips at the mention of the older boy's nickname. 

Nevertheless, he's your best friend, so he thinks hard on what would look good with purple, picking out a dull blue and a brighter one, along with a glittery and a glossy purple, deciding it's all worth it to see your dazzling smile. He carefully picks them out in even groups, holding your hand in his as he pours the beads with his other hand, noticing how your breathing gets caught in your throat for a second when your palms connect. 

“Thanks.”

“Anything for you,” he whispers, not daring to say it loud enough for you to hear. His eyes disappear in his gleeful expression, his mind in a delightful daze at the thought that maybe he had some effect on you. You wonder if he can see the blush in your cheeks, but shake the thought away when you realize his attention redirected to cutting his own piece of string, picking out pink, blue, and white beads that he laces quickly and strategically. By the time you've managed to thread barely half of your—Seungmin’s—bracelet, Jeongin’s already tying the knot on his. He stretches it gently to check durability, then tugs at your wrist gently to slip it on, a small sun charm dangling from it. 

In reality, he's just not the type to say such things and do such actions at the same time—he’d much rather tease you—so he puts on a fake serious face and shrugs. “It's nothing, I just didn't want you to pick something ugly.”

Your cheeks warm, smacking him as you whine for a moment. You bring your arm to your eyes to admire the pattern, smiling and hugging his neck happily. "You're the best friend I could ask for,” and he grins back, satisfied with the position. 

“You're the best,” he whispers under his breath, quickly making a matching necklace for you to wear. As he pulls the craft onto you, his cheeks warm at the feeling of your neck just grazing his fingertips. 

With a teasing smirk, you eye him happily. “Did you just say something nice to me willingly?” A giggle interrupting you with every other word as his cheeks tint brightly. 

“And it's never happening again.” His face in his hands as he tries to tame the blush on his face. 

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, before you both burst into laughter, you're hopping over to pull at his face-fat teasingly. “You're secretly a sweetheart, aren't you, Yang Jeongin? You probably say nice things in your head all the time,” drawing embarrassed groans and weak attempts at pushing off of him whilst he laughs, blissfully. 

He groans, “I don’t,” trying to sound serious while you pinch at his cheeks.

Your hair perfectly frames your face as it tickles his, an almost halo effect outlining your figure. He doesn't know if it's just him, but all he can see is you, everything else dimmed out into the background as his eyes rest on only you. 

Then you pull away, laughing, with a look he has grown tired of seeing in your eyes when you look at him.

Friendship.

——

You’re bright and bubbly when you slip your gift into Seungmin’s desk, excited to see him sport a [Y/N]-original accessory and hopefully fall for you. 

Unfortunately, fate had another plan.

“Sorry [Y/N], I’m not really a jewelry guy…” Seungmin trails off, handing you back the box you’d given him earlier that day, all the bracelets inside and bundled. He tries to ignore his friend’s snickers, rubbing his neck nervously whilst handing you the small cardboard box, cheeks red in embarrassment.

You take it with two hands, barely gripping it at all with your shaky hands and blurry vision. They were laughing at you, and he didn’t like the bracelets. A quiet, "Oh, o-okay,” is all you manage to get out, biting your lip harshly as you tuck your hard work away. "Sorry.”

Seungmin gives you a guilty smile, wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs, giving you an awkward wave, and running back to his group, who tease him loudly about you. He cringes at their jokes, hiding his face from you and walking away.

You think you should be crying by now, seeing as he rejected you, but you’re more ashamed because not only was Seungmin embarrassed by being around you, but his friends seemed to think you were a joke as well. How mortifying.

You hear a shuffling pair of feet approach you before you’re wrapped in the long, strong arms you call home. “They teased him and laughed. Laughed, Jeongin…” your voice shrinking in sadness. You turn to him, eyes watering. "Am I that unlikable?”

Of course, Jeongin tells you no. "You’re the most likable person I know,” in a reassuring, uncharacteristically sweet whisper. You sigh, causing him to hold you tighter to his chest. "They just… they need glasses,” evoking a light snort from you.

Turning into his chest, you wrap your arms around his waist, drawing an “Ew,” from Jeongin, although he had been the one to initiate the hug in the first place. You mutter a shut up at his faux disgust. After a tight squeeze, you release him, pulling out the now squished cardboard and handing it to him, a light tint in your cheeks as your hands brush against each other’s. “What’s this?”

“He, um, isn’t into jewelry, so I thought you could have them. They’re too big for my wrist, and I’d hate to waste Hyunjin’s nice beads,” beaming hopefully at him. You open the box, pulling out your favorite and sliding it on Jeongin’s wrist, blind to the pure puppy-love expression the brunet was giving you. Cringing slightly, you frown at the fact that you hadn’t even asked him if he wanted the bracelets. "You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to—”

Before you can pull it off him, he yanks his hand back, holding around the bracelet tightly. There was no way he wasn’t going to wear a bracelet you gave him. Granted, you’d made it with the intention of Seungmin wearing it, but he’d take what he could get. "I-um, I’ll wear it. It’s a neat bracelet,” awkwardly releasing his wrist and dropping it to his side. 

“Neat?”

“Leave me alone. This is why I’m not nice to you,” he mutters, face flushed red.

You feel your heart flutter, but you assume it’s out of general happiness and not the fact that Jeongin wanted what you’d made. It wasn’t as if you wanted Jeongin’s approval or anything—you cared about Seungmin’s because you like him, and you definitely didn’t like Jeongin. 

Then why aren’t you able to stop the way your heart quickens around him these days?

——

Jeongin isn’t the most talkative, especially when it comes to girls. Despite that, here he is, spilling everything he feels about you to Chan and Hyunjin. He’d explained the bracelet when they’d originally asked, and somehow he’d ended up in a rant about how lucky Seungmin was to be the target of all your affection.

“Why don’t you just tell her?” Chan asks, confused. Crushes couldn’t be that difficult, it should be even easier when you’re their best friend, right?

Hyunjin stares at Chan dramatically, causing the elder to lift his hands in a sort of confused surrender. "Are you serious? You don’t just tell your best friend of four years—who’s already in love with someone you agreed to help them win over—that you’re in love with them!I swear, it’s like you’ve never read a book.” 

Shrugging in uncertainty, he elaborates his former opinion. "It’s just, this all seems way too serious for a high school crush. And anyway, don’t you tease [Y/N] all the time?” Making Hyunjin roll his eyes.

“It’s his first love, it’s very serious!” Hyunjin argues, sweeping his luscious blond locks to the side. "And he teases her because he likes her! Plus, it’s not like he can stop, and it wouldn’t be weird, he’s always teased her. I’m ninety-eight percent sure she likes it.”

“Okay, since Love Expert Hyunjin seems to have all your answers, I don’t think I’m needed for this anymore,” the shortest sighs, standing from his seat on the bleachers and onto the field for some soccer. Chan may love Jeongin like a brother, but he’s not the best option when it comes to love advice.

Jeongin stares at the field, watching you as you cheered for Seungmin in the street-style free for all soccer game, wishing you were half as enthusiastic when he was participating. “I don’t want to try to win her over or anything, being her friend is enough… I just wish she’d dedicate herself to someone who cares for her at least as much as she does for them. I bet Seungmin doesn’t even know her favorite color…”

Jutting out his bottom lip in a pity-filled pout, Hyunjin soothes his hand on Jeongin’s back, nodding in understanding. "Y’know, she’s really lucky to have someone like you to always be there for her,” and he genuinely means it. He’s seen how gentle Jeongin was with you, even if he used a teasing front because no matter what, Jeongin’s always at your beck and call. You two could have just argued, and Jeongin would be the first to apologize and make sure you were okay, not expecting anything in return. His love was admirable and pure, and you got it all. “I’m sure she’ll come around.”

Jeongin nods, frowning as you hug Seungmin, making the boy cringe and gently shove you off. He wonders how Seungmin could so easily brush off your love, jealous and wishing you would hug him like that. He might jokingly shout “Yuck!” but he knows he’d hug you back even tighter.

——

“[Y/N], I don’t like you back.” Seungmin didn’t mean to sound so mean, but you’d once again smothered him in front of everyone, flustering him for the last time. Even as you began to tremble and tear up in front of him and everyone else, he stood his ground, keeping a stern face. "I tried really hard to let you down gently, but you seem to have missed the hints. Please stop giving me gifts and hugs and asking me out. I don’t see you that way.”

Blinking back your tears, you nod, hiding your beet red cheeks behind your hair and staring at the ground. Taking back the scarf you’d crocheted with your own two hands, you hug it to your chest, pressing it against your thumping heart in the hopes it would calm down the erratic beating. When that fails, you try to block out the murmurs from bystanders, and run for your home, your safe place.

While your best friend was never keen on you trying to make someone love you back—not when he was waiting patiently in line—he’s never wished you listened to him more than he does now

Jeongin’s surprised to see you outside his door, knowing Seungmin had baseball practice today, and because it was beginning to sprinkle. Regardless of your damp attire, he pulls you inside, hurriedly running to get you a towel. "What are you doing here? It’s starting to rain, and it’s cold as heck out there!” His concern raw, too lazy to try to mask it with a joke. "Are you crying?”

You throw your arms around his neck, cheek pressing against his strong yet soft chest as you nod, your tears dripping into his shirt. “He… he rejected me in front of everyone. He said he didn’t like me that way, and then asked if I would leave him alone. I made a fool of myself,” your words becoming incoherent as you squeak through your snivels. 

He clenches his fist tighter with each weep, and he’s sure that if you weren’t holding him so tightly, Seungmin would be six feet under by now. But since comforting you is more important than whooping some scholar-soccer player—not that he could do much damage, the boy’s six centimeters taller than him and he plays sports—he cradles your head as gently as he can with one hand and pets your hair with the other. “He’s an idiot.”

“No, he’s not, I am. I don’t know why I thought I had a chance…” You sniffle, shaking your head against him.

Jeongin tilts your face up to look at him, frowning at your glistening cheeks and shushing the voice in his head that’s going on about how you somehow managed to look beautiful even though you’re heartbroken. “Don’t say that, you’re amazing,” uncaring about how he’s probably the color of that ugly sweater Seungmin’s older brother somehow managed to rock.

You can’t bring yourself to believe his words completely, but the fondness in his eyes makes you want to because you knew Jeongin wasn’t the type to throw words like that around. Still, you nod, hoping you could one day be worthy of those words. 

——

Jeongin jumps when you slam the papers on his desk in front of him, a bright smile on your lips as you eagerly wait for him to ask you what you’re so excited about. He raises a brow, and you point frantically at the papers. “The school play? What about it?”

“I want to sign up for auditions!” You cheer, making jazz hands at the announcement. “They’ll be doing a romance play based on a student’s submission. I heard it’s really good.” Your best friend gives you a concerned look, forehead creased and mouth pursed. Well, that’s not the reaction you were hoping for when you told him. “Why are you making that face?”

Sighing, the black-haired boy stares up at you. “It’s just… are you sure you want to audition?” When you nod happily, he has no choice but to play the role of supportive best friend. “Okay, I’ll cheer you on.”

Your teacher comes in before you have the chance to elaborate on your idea, scolding you for not being ready for his class and eliciting a bit of laughter from your classmates—minus Jeongin, of course. 

Your teacher seems to be on the same page as you, though, pulling out one of the fliers. “Today we’re holding auditions in the auditorium during lunch, drama period, and after school, as well as staff signups. Anyone who participates in the school play’s production gets extra credit. If you have any questions, see me or the drama teacher after class.”

You shoot Jeongin a knowing look that he returns with a confused pout. He doesn’t know what’s up your sleeve, but he’s sure it’ll end badly somehow. 

Well, he wasn’t entirely wrong. You definitely had a scheme up your sleeve, and this wasn’t the desired outcome of your plan, but Jeongin wouldn’t necessarily file it as a ‘fail’. 

Originally, you planned on auditioning for the lead female part, while Seungmin would take the lead male, a part that everyone wanted him to play. You two would play as lovers, and eventually Seungmin would fall for you too and everything would be sunshine and rainbows. That was the plan. 

You knew that you needed someone to audition with, since they were allowing pairs to audition, and you already knew Seungmin would most likely refuse to audition with you. That’s why you brought Jeongin along. You hoped they’d see your star talent and recruit you to the cast while telling Jeongin he just didn’t make the cut—which he’d be fine with, once he understood your plan. That’s how everything was supposed to go down. 

And somehow, everything is going according to plan. 

You auditioned with complete confidence, and you did well. Acting’s one of your talents—not that you had an abundance of them, you just had a knack for pretending to be different people and characters—at least, you thought so.

Mr. Kim—the drama teacher—reads the casting aloud, so far, Seungmin got the lead male, Jeongin was cast as a random villager, and now it was your turn. “[Y/N]... you’ll play villager three and be in charge of the music…”

He continues to read out everyone else’s parts, but you can’t hear him. You didn’t get the part? But you did so well, right? Why didn’t they pick you?

Jeongin watches your crestfallen face, sighing inwardly because he knows nothing would be worse for you than watching Seungmin pretend to be utterly in love with another girl. He knows why you didn’t get the part, but he also knows that you put your all into that audition because you wanted to be Seungmin’s partner, so he feels bad. After all, his feelings for you only made him wish for you to be happy, and being the lead would’ve made you happy. Still, he can’t help the tiny bit of relief he feels because you won’t be playing the part of Seungmin’s lover. 

Someone hands you a recorder, you don't know who, as well as a sheet with different sound effects and songs for you to gather listed. Great. Not only do you play an unimportant side character, you're also in charge of putting together the romantic soundtrack and sound effects. Why did these things always happen to you?

“Don't worry [Y/N], we can have fun getting the songs and music together.” Jeongin smiles comfortingly, just enough to ease your stress, but you’re still upset at today’s outcome. Sensing the irritation in your stature—the way you furrow your brows and chew your nails are dead giveaways—the boy sighs, pulli by you along with him to collect a script. “Besides, it’s not the end of the world, there will be another play in a few months anyway.”

You nod, but honestly, you’re too bummed to pay him any real attention right now. Jeongin, sighing inaudibly, picks up your backpacks and pulls your sulking figure along towards the school’s exit. 

Pouting, you lean your head on his shoulder. “I thought I did so well…” 

The brunet ruffles your hair affectionately, giving you a small smile. “You did, it’s their loss they didn’t pick you.” His words make your lips quirk up. 

Turning to face him, you lift a brow at him. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Carry your own bag,” he mumbles, handing over your backpack with an amused grin dancing in his lips. 

You pout again, only this time there’s joy in your eyes instead of disappointment. 

Something about that smile makes you feel better.

——

“You must tread into the woods, find your true love, and ask for her hand. She’s who you belong with, your hearts destined to become one. Now forget about that other miller’s daughter and begin the journey!” You read, trying to put some sort of passion into your voice, but you can’t. The only lines you have pertain to Seungmin finding his love and marrying her, while forgetting about the poor second lead who you couldn’t help but relate to. And just to rub salt in your wound, you have the golden line. “Kiss her, and make her your wife. You have my blessing, to have a long, lovely marriage and life.”

Jeongin claps for you from your bed, his long limbs sprawled across the mattress. He doesn’t have any lines other than quiet repetitions of your words—for dramatic effect, but he doesn’t care too much for them anyway. Extra credit is extra credit, right? “That was great [Y/N], but you really should start recording the sounds and music. They’re going to want them for rehearsals.”

You slump, nodding. You needed to recreate horseshoes hitting the ground, birds chirping, water running and the crumpling of leaves, and then download the songs the production team had already chosen. How fun. 

“Jeongin, grab those rocks and that rug for me please.” He nods, reaching for the two large stones as you start muttering, upset. “Why do I have to bless their union though? Out of every part I could’ve gotten, I had to get the part where I encouraged Seungmin to marry another girl…” You groan more, shutting up only to record the rocks hitting the rug in an offbeat pattern to mimic horse hooves. 

Jeongin rolls his eyes, because you only have to encourage Seungmin’s character, while he has to support you every time you scheme to get the older boy to fall for you. It shouldn’t be a competition, but he can’t help but feel that his situation is a tad worse.

——

“[Y/N], where’s the audio recording? We need it now!” Hana, the girl in charge of putting the music and sound over the play, calls urgently. The play’s about to start, and because of your constant sulking, you only just finished recording everything. 

Luckily you still have about ten minutes before the play begins, so you’re safe from being scolded. “Sorry, here it is.”

She takes it from you happily, readying it in a way you don’t exactly understand—hence why you aren’t one of the techs—and sending you off to get into your costume. 

The play’s going smoothly, everything’s in order and running perfectly. You’ve said your lines, Jeongin’s said his and Seungmin is absolutely killing his role. And then your voice booms through the speakers. 

“Why do I have to bless their union though? Out of every part I could’ve gotten, I had to get the part where I encouraged Seungmin to marry another girl…” 

The familiar statement falls upon the crowds shocked ears, and you feel all color drain from your face. That…that recorded…?

Your drama teacher glares at you, murder bright in their eyes. You can almost see the steam coming out of his ears. 

The crowd erupts into laughter and boos when the echoes of your words finally fade from the auditorium. All the staff and students behind the curtains are staring at you, some pitying, others angry and some disappointed. But that isn’t the worst of it. 

Someone in the audience spots you hiding behind the curtain on the east wing, “Hey! [Y/N] that was you, wasn’t it? You must really be in love with Seungmin, huh?”

You loudly shush him, hoping he’ll stop and the play will continue peacefully, but the odds aren’t in your favor. Someone behind you shoves you onto the stage, and you’re suddenly in the spotlight, frozen in front of dozens of people laughing. Your friends and teachers stifflong their giggles at your pathetically embarrassed state. 

You want to stand up for yourself, tell them to shut up and put their pointing hands away but you’re too mortified to do anything as a stray tear escapes your eye and your lip trembles. You’re hardly able to scramble off stage, muttering dozens of apologies to everyone watching. 

It’s hard to even be upset when all your mind can think of is Seungmin’s face of embarrassment—shame, because of you. 

It’s not long after the fiasco Jeongin finds you crying in a storage closet, and he shoos off some students who are teasing you far too much for his liking. 

“[Y/N]? Are you okay?” He asks gently, kneeling in front of you to see your face that’s hidden in your knees. You nod, burying it further and wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. He can’t help but think you look adorable so small, but he’s more focused on comforting you. 

Pulling off his jacket—he remembers how much you always say you love his clothes—and taps you with it. You don’t notice at first, but after he pushes it against your shoulder a few more times, you slowly peel yourself out of your [Y/N]-cocoon. Your face instantly lights up, just a bit when you catch sight of his jacket and you don’t hesitate to wrap yourself in it and scoot over for him to seat himself beside you on the step stool. 

He takes the spot, and you immediately lean on his shoulder as his large, lanky arm wraps around you in a comforting embrace. “You wanna talk or just stay here quietly a bit longer?”

“Just stay quiet for a bit…” your shaky voice mutters, heavy eyelids struggling to stay open. 

The storage closet opens again, only this time Seungmin stands in the doorway, face blank and eyes void of anything other than disappointment. 

He lets out a deep sigh before mumbling quietly. “Why do you ruin everything? Couldn’t you put your feelings aside for once and get your job done once? You embarrassed us both, all because you have a stupid crush on me. I told you I’m not interested, get over it, please.”

Jeongin’s about to open his mouth, fed up with Seungmin’s ass of an attitude toward you when you kick the door closed, shoving Seungmin out so you can sob into the younger boy’s sleeves in peace. You don’t want to see him, not now. You don’t really want to see anyone.

Except Jeongin.

——

“You need to apologize to her,” the shorter male demands, feet making squishy sounds with every step from the wet grass he chased Seungmin through. Jeongin may not always be the most affectionate or sweet friend, but he’s your best friend for a reason and he’s determined to keep you happy at all costs. Which includes making Seungmin apologize for his harsh words after the play. 

The older boy rolls his eyes. “Why should I? I was giving honest, helpful criticism. Plus, she’ll get over me faster if she hates me.”

Jeongin has no clue why you like him so much. 

Seungmin seems just about done with this conversation, turning to walk away, when he hears Jeongin huff under his breath. “And here [Y/N] said she liked you for your kindness. I don’t know where she got that idea from, you’re obviously a jerk…”

Seungmin doesn’t care about people’s opinions of him, but something about Jeongin’s word choice (specifically the word jerk) strikes a chord in him. . 

Which is how he finds himself in front of your door, Jeongin beside him with a semi-smug look as the older boy knocks on your door. 

“Who—Seungmin…? What-what’re you doing here…?” You shrink slowly, not in the mood for more insults. Not to mention that you’re just a bit traumatized from last week’s fiasco and that you’ve been skipping school to avoid the mental and emotional torment you’re sure is to come. 

He feels genuinely bad when he notices the tremble in your lip whilst you slide the door closed just a bit more to hide behind it. Handing you an envelope, he bows. “I’m sorry about what I said [Y/N]. I didn’t mean to be so rude and insensitive. There’s a longer apology in the envelope, feel free to read it or throw it away. Have a good night and come back to school soon. All of your classmates miss you.”

You doubt that last statement a bit. As far as you know, the whole school hates you, but you appreciate the idea that someone missed your presence. You give Seungmin a small bow and mouthed thank you just before he leaves. For the first time, you think he genuinely smiles at you. It's small, but real.

Rushing Jeongin inside, you melt against the door, clutching the envelope to your chest. “Did Kim Seungmin just… apologize to me…?”

In all the years you’ve known Seungmin, he’s never been one to apologize. He’s usually not in the wrong, so most of the time there’s no need for him to. Still, on the rare occasion he is on the wrong side, he almost never takes the initiative to own up to his mistakes. He’d much rather let time do its thing and wait for the incident to blow over and be forgotten. 

So you can’t help but feel both shocked and even a bit special to have a written apology from the brown eyed golden boy. 

Jeongin nods triumphantly. “Yep.” He wants to tell you that he’s the reason behind this, but he can’t ruin the way you must be feeling. If thinking Seungmin apologized completely of his own accord made you happy, then he’d allow you to believe that. 

As long as you’re happy, Jeongin doesn’t really care about anything else. 

However there are times when he wishes he could put his own feelings first.  

Slowly since the play, Seungmin had accidentally begun to sneak into your friend group. Suddenly he hangs out with you and Jeongin during lunch. He’s in the library with the two of you, making sure you’re actually studying. He’s even invited the two of you out to eat and hang out a few times over the past three months. It should be odd—the way he wormed into your group, but it happened so gradually that by the time either of you had noticed, he’d become part of your duo-now-trio. 

So it’s only natural that when your annual trip to Chan’s lake house rolls around, you invite him. 

While Jeongin’s fine with Seungmin—there are times where they seem to have been best friends since birth—he can’t help but feel almost possessive of the time he’s supposed to have with you. As much as he hates it, he knows Seungmin will effortlessly steal that time from him. 

“So you’ll come?” You giddily ask the taller boy, bouncing on the heels of your feet. 

Please say no. Please, please, please say no. For once, Jeongin wants Seungmin to reject you, wholeheartedly too. You do it all the time, don’t make this different!

The older boy thinks for a moment, typing something into his phone a moment before it lights up again, and nods silently with a small, almost unnoticeable grin. Flashing his screen, Jeongin realizes he’d been asking permission—which unfortunately, he was given. 

Fantastic. 

Don’t be fooled, since the incident, Jeongin has come to find that Seungmin is actually a great guy and wonderful company that he thoroughly enjoys on most occasions. They’ve completely warmed up to each other. But he knows that you’re still utterly in love with Seungmin, maybe even more than before, and he doesn’t think he can stand being around you two in a casual setting for more than a few hours. 

Still, he bites his tongue. If you’re happy, he’s happy. 

At least that’s what he tells himself during the car ride whilst you stare in awe at the older boy for most of the ride, trying and managing to convince him to let you sleep on his broad shoulder. He repeats this in his head over and over during the board games you all play where you beg Seungmin to let you be in his team—which he grants you after a bit of friendly teasing. By dinner time Jeongin has a headache from the mantra, almost disgusted by just watching you feed the sophomore by spoonfuls. He’s ready for bed before nine-thirty. 

However, his plans for sleeping—and evading Seungmin and you—are halted when Minho—a mischievous friend of Chan’s—decides to play some party games. You all play twenty questions, an age-appropriate few rounds of never have I ever (Chan and Hyunjin would have your heads if you or Jeongin were exposed to any sort of adult materia) and now you’re playing a game of secrets. 

Everyone gets a strip of paper and a pencil for them to write their secret on. Once everyone’s done, the strips are put in a bowl, mixed around, and picked out at random. You can’t tell anyone what you wrote or picked from the bowl, regardless if it's your own secret. 

Somehow it’s simultaneously harmless and filled with potential drama. You give props to Jisung (Minho and Hyunjin’s friend) for bringing up the game, so long as you pick Seungmin’s secret. 

Though it’s not exactly a secret, you haven’t confessed to Seungmin since before the incident, and you think you’ve been subtle about your feelings since then, so you pick that as your secret. In your tidy handwriting, you spell out “I’m in love with Kim Seungmin.”

Beside you, Jeongin contemplates what he wants to write for a moment longer than you do. He can reveal anything he’d like. That he’s jealous of Hyunjin’s height, that he actually looks up to Changbin more than he’d like to admit, that he failed his last English quiz, or that…

He likes you as something way more than friends. 

He’s sure about half of his friends already know, and that Seungmin is probably suspicious of it, so it wouldn’t be much of a surprise. And plus, they’re anonymous… So what's the harm?

He ponders his decision a bit more, before essentially saying fuck it and professing his feelings for you with a short, “I have a crush on [Y/N].”

After about another minute or so, all the paper strips are stuffed into a glass bowl Jeongin thinks looks an awful lot like a fishbowl, and mixed around violently by Han. Then, everyone reaches in and pulls out one strip each. 

You can’t contain your curiosity, immediately unfolding the strip and reading its contents. Your eyes widen and you struggle to hold in your gasp of disbelief. 

Your cheeks burn as you reread the sentence. “I have a crush on [Y/N].” 

Too focused on the secret you picked, you fail to see how Jeongin’s soft smile of excitement falters into a slight frown. Your handwriting spells out: “I’m in love with Kim Seungmin '' on the slip of paper in his hand.

After he’s done reading his strip, Hyunjin reminds you of the rules. “Okay, nobody can say anything about the secret they got, okay?”

You all nod, but your eyes gravitate to Seungmin, who seems oddly calm compared to the rest of you. You don’t blame him, he probably got something boring—or your confession. The only reason you’re so excited is that you’re pretty sure you got his proclamation of love. 

Yet, in the back of your mind, I can't help but think that the handwriting doesn’t look like Seungmin’s.

——

“I got my own,” Seungmin pulls out the piece of paper from his backpack, handing it over to you with a shrug. “Why?”

As you read “I’m tired of school” in Seungmin’s handwriting, your brain strains to find an explanation as to why you just convinced Seungmin to break the game’s rules and show you his secret. I thought… “Oh, I was just curious!”

As always, he shrugs it off. 

If it wasn’t Seungmin… then who was it? It couldn’t be Chan, he’s too brotherly, and Hyunjin is always talking about who he’s in love with that week, you would know if it was him. Which leaves you with only one person you can think of. 

Jeongin. 

To be honest, you wouldn’t be mad if Jeongin had a crush on you. But if he did, you couldn’t return his feelings.

Right?

You think back to all those times your eyes have locked with his, when you’ve ignored the pounding in your heart at the slightest graze of his touch. You can’t deny he’s the one who can always make you feel better, no matter what. That you would rather sit and argue with him then go have fun with someone else. 

To be honest, you can’t exactly say you’re not in the same boat.

But, he’s your best friend, he couldn’t have a crush on you. You flush as you try to reason with yourself. There’s just no way. Plus he likes—

You stop. Come to think of it, you’ve never known Jeongin to have a crush on anyone. He’s never once confided in you about girls. “Maybe he just doesn’t like anyone…” you mumble, thinking of reasons why he can’t possibly have a crush on you. 

“Who doesn’t like anyone?”

You jump at the sound of Jeongin’s voice. “N-nobody!” you internally slap yourself at your stuttering. 

He doesn’t seem convinced, but opts for being concerned more than curious, “Why are you so jumpy?”

“I-I’m not,” you protest, trying to sound calmer. It seems to fail though, since he quirks his brow in confusion at you. 

With a shrug, he continues walking beside you towards your house. “You’re weird.”

“And you’re mean,” you scoff, immediately forgetting why you had–in fact–been so jumpy only moments before. However, it's not too long before you are reminded of your tiny predicament when his eyes sparkle in amusement and your heart stops momentarily. “Hey Jeongin, what secret did you pick from the game the other day?”

You notice him slump over a bit, “I got yours. Unless someone else in our group has a crush on Seungmin,” the glint in his eye diminishes. “Why?”

“It's just… I think I got your secret…” He freezes up besides you, a tinge of pink in his cheeks you fail to see as you stair at your toes. “Do you have a crush on me, Jeongin?”

Clenching his jaw a few times, he panics. Think brain, think. He stands there awkwardly for a moment. “I-”

Cutting him off, you start apologizing, “You don’t have to answer that, actually. I’m sorry for putting you on the spot–I get it if you’re mad at me too, since you know I like Seungmin–” Some quiet chuckles leave his lips, making you stop in the middle of your words, confused. “Why are you laughing?”

He ruffles your hair, pushing you playfully. “You think I would write a real secret there? No way. I just thought it would be funny if Hyunjin were to get that one and start some rumor or crazy quest to find out which one of us had a crush on you.” 

Your shoulders drop from their tensed position as you relax, beginning to giggle a bit at the thought of the gossiping teen losing his head in order to find out just who had a crush on you/ Even if you didn’t know him well, everyone knew Hyunjin was a huge drama queen who always needed to know everything about everyone. “Oh that makes so much more sense!”

Ignoring the pain in his chest that your apparent relief brings him, he keeps his small smile displayed for you. “So that's why you were all anxious. You’re so odd, [Y/N].”

You glare at him, pushing his shoulders jokingly. “You really are mean, you know that?” Eliciting a gentle laugh from the boy. He shrugs, continuing his path beside you to what he assumes is your home. 

He can’t help but wish he had written something different on that paper, though. Maybe then, his chest wouldn’t ache so much. 

And secretly, you wish it was a real secret. Maybe then, you wouldn’t feel like you’d been tricked.

—-

Jeongin finds it hard not to notice the way you’ve started retreating from Seungmin these days. As your best friend, the one who was always there to help you in your plans to win over the upperclassmen, it's impossible to not realize how you haven’t asked for his aid in such schemes. It's almost concerning at this point, the way you haven’t attempted in a month or so to woo the older boy in any way. 

He doesn’t mind though, not at all. In fact, he’s enjoying watching you spend your time on your hobbies and making new friends rather than pining over the boy who had broken your heart so many times.

“Hey, can you help me take these papers to Mr. Young’s classroom?” Seungmin stops at your desk, staring at you. 

Since finding out the paper wasn’t Seungmin’s, your feelings for him have slowly dimmed. Over the last few weeks, everything you felt for him just dissipated. He doesn’t like you back, and now, for some reason, you don’t seem to care too much about who or what he likes anymore. 

However, that doesn’t mean your attention hasn’t shifted somewhere else.

“I’ll help.” 

Your head shoots up to look at Jeongin, who’s already standing up and grabbing half the stack of papers, bringing the rest of Seugnmin’s face into view. “Can you watch my food for me?”

You nod at him as he walks out of the cafeteria with Seungmin. The silence between them is awkward, but not too awkward. They enjoy each other’s company enough to get along. However, with your odd behavior towards Seungmin, the two haven’t hung out much. 

The walk is quiet for a while, until Seungmin says, “Why did you stop [Y/N] from answering me?”

Jeongin shrugs, “She didn’t look like she wanted to. Why? Do you like her now?” he says less than playfully, failing to hide his disapproval if Seungmin did indeed like you now.

“No, I don’t like her like that. I was just wondering if you were trying to keep her away from me since you like her,” the older boy tells him nonchalantly. 

Jeongin almost drops his stack of papers at that, “What?”

With a slight eye roll, Seungmin continues. “You like [Y/N], don't you? Even if you say no, or don’t answer, I know you do. It's obvious. It is kind of weird you helped her ask me out so many times though.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“Right,” the older boy sighs, “We’re here.”

After dropping off the papers, the two have a silent walk back, both of them uncomfortable with the energy in the hall. Jeongin couldn’t stand the thought of Seungmin playing with your heart, not again. 

Before the two reenter the cafeteria, Seungmin places a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder, holding him to a stop. With a sigh, Seungmin starts, “I consider us friends, and as a friend, I’m rooting for you. [Y/N] was never right for me, and I was never right for her, but I think you two would be right for each other.”

The older boy releases him, pushing through the metal doors and joining your small circle, leaving Jeongin with his thoughts.

And his thoughts agree with Seungmin.

—-

“Did you hear? The school chose another romance novel to base the play off of!” You cheer in excitement as you set your school bag under your seat. “Maybe I can get the lead this time, I think I’ve improved a lot since last time.”

Jeongin looks at you as if you’ve grown a third head, plopping down into his own desk. “Why do you want the lead? Do you think Seungmin is going to play the male interest?”

He ignores the little green monster that rages at the thought. 

“What? No, I just want to be the lead, maybe redeem myself since last time I messed up so bad,” you flush. “Hey, you should audition too! It would be cool if we were both in the play!”

“I don’t think so, I’m not really into acting.”

You pout at him, shaking his arm as you plead, “Please Jeongin, please please please–”

“Fine! Stop whining like that,” he huffs, pulling his arm away from you. You gleam at him, making him roll his eyes with a gentle smile. “What a dork.”

You stop smiling at that, launching towards him, “You jerk!”

Just then, Ms. Lee walks in, a scowl on her face at your figure lurched over Jeongin’s desk. “[Y/N]! Sit down right now young lady!”

You hear your classmates–including Jeongin–snicker at you. He makes an L with his fingers under the desk at you, making you glare at him. Silently, you mouth, I’ll get you back for this.

He mouths back, Sure you will, like the menace he is.

Once again, reading your mind, your teacher begins the class announcements with the play. “We’re holding auditions later today in the gym during your lunch period and after school. Please feel free to audition, those who do will be exempt from the next pop quiz.”

Jeongin watches from the corner of his eye as you hunch over your desk, scribbling something down, then pop up again. Snapping, you get him to look over at you and see the message written messily on your notebook. “You could really use an exemption from a pop quiz…”

He sighs, grabbing a sticky note from his notepad, and writing back, “I already said yes, stop bugging me.” (He doesn’t actually want you to stop, he would prefer if you never stopped bugging him, actually.)

You stick your tongue out at him with a grin, turning back to face the teacher.

It's not long after that lunch time rolls around, meaning you’re dragging Jeongin away from his friends.

 “Where are you two going?” Hyunjin asks, a far too devious smile playing on his lips.

“We’re auditioning for the play!” You smile, to which the older boy’s eyes sparkle. 

“I wanna watch!”

Jeongin groans at the three voices, he really doesn’t need Hyunjin, Chan, and Changbin all watch him embarrass himself. “Too bad. If you guys come I won’t audition.” At that, they all groan, sitting back down on the lunch bench with frowns on their faces. 

——

“Jeongin, I got the part~!” You all but sing, looking at your lines highlighted in the script. “How about you?”

He purses his lips, ears slightly red. “They gave me the lead.”

You stop in your place, staring at him wide eyed. “You mean, we’re going to play lovers?” He nods. “Oh…”

“I can take back my audition if you want–”

“No!” You stop him, a bit too quickly even, “It's fine! It's just acting,” your face as red as his at the thought of playing his love interest. You’re just friends–best friends–and it's just a play, it shouldn’t be that weird. Right?

Wrong. So wrong.

You both can’t help but feel so stiff around each other as you rehearse your lines. Chan, Changbin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin can’t help but be oh so entertained by your awkwardness. Seeing the two of you bright red as you stumble over your lines to each other is just gold.

“Stop recording us!” You frown with red cheeks at Hyunjin, who’s phone is pretty much inches from your face. “Hyunjin c’mon.”

“No can do, you two are so cute,” he wipes a fake tear, putting a dramatic hand on his chest, “They grow up so fast.”

You all stare at him like a madman. Then, Changbin counts down backwards, yelling action for you and Jeongin to start the scene from where you messed up.

“I can be fun, if you want… pensive, uh, smart, superstitious, brave, and uh, I could be light on my feet,” he pauses, staring at you intensely, a nervous–but sweet–smile dancing on his lips, “I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want and I’ll be that for you.”

Jeongin tries not to think about how true that is.

With a lightly contemplative look on your face, you recite the next line. “You’re dumb.”

His smile grows as he nods, “I can be that.”

You mirror his expression as you turn around, skipping away and pretending to get into a car as he calls behind you. “C’mon, one date, what’s it gonna hurt?”

“I don’t think so,” you tease in an almost sing-song tone.

His smile falls a bit, as he stands there looking disappointed, “Well what can I do to change your mind?”

“Guess you’ll figure something out,” you grin, silence filling your ears for a moment before Changbin loudly yells cut!

They all praise you two’s acting skills, Seungmin included–though his praise is much less enthusiastic than that of the others. However, you don’t pay any of them much attention, your gaze fixed on Jeongin as your mind replays the way he’d looked at you just moments before.

You almost wished this wasn’t a play, but try not to think about it too much as you ready for the next scene.

——

You know your best friend is good looking–everyone does, it seems. Every rehearsal, there are students hiding in the back row of the school’s theater trying to catch a glimpse of his acting. You’re thankful for Hyunjin, who dramatically shoos them out of the room whenever he catches them. 

It's not that you don’t want people watching the rehearsal, it's just… 

Why are there so many girls with crushes on Jeongin?

It shouldn’t bother you, really. He’s just your best friend but even he is starting to feel the energy shift whenever someone comes up to talk to him. He doesn’t want to get any ideas, but he doesn’t deprive himself of enjoying your attention. 

He watches as you shuffle over to Hyunjin in exhaustion after thirty minutes of the same scene, laughing as the boy fawns over you theatrically, giving you water and a pillow to get comfortable with. It's comedic the way you two have grown closer recently, Hyunjin seeming to take the role of your mother almost. 

Needing to get away from the dark room and hot stage lights, Jeongin sees himself out, getting a drink from the water fountain. Straightening up, he leans against a post, silently reading over his favorite scene–not that he would ever admit that he had a favorite scene. He can’t help but imagine you telling him what you want in your home, saying you wanted to be a part of his life like that.

Doing this play, it's not good for his heart.

He heads back in for rehearsal not too much later, finding it too easy to get into character. 

Maybe it's the way you look into his eyes as you practice your lines, or how cute you look flustered saying these romantic words to him of all people. Whatever it is, it's really, really not good for his heart.

Or yours.

——

“Hey [Y/N]!” Jeongin calls after you, his jog slowing to a walk as you turn the corner too quickly for him to reach you. It seems this is how you two are now–Jeongin tries to talk to you, you run away from him before he can.

He wonders if it's because of the play–specifically, because of the kiss scenes he’s sure you're dreading. 

He didn’t think you would be so worked up about it–it wouldn’t be your first kiss, or your second, or even third for that matter. But you’ve been avoiding him like the plague since the last time you rehearsed the scene, the two of you staring at each other intently rather than kissing since it was just rehearsal.

Maybe doing this play was a mistake, he thinks, frowning to himself. A few moments later, a large, thin hand rests on his shoulder, and he meets the eyes of his personal cupid, “What do you want?”

“Well that's not how you should greet your big brother,” Hyunjin whines with a pout. He chooses to dismiss the younger boy’s you’re not my big brother, instead opting to talk about the real reason he sprinted after Jeongin. “So, how are you feeling? The play is next week, when you’ll finally kiss your true love.”

The shorter teen chokes on air at Hyunjin’s words, filled with embarrassment. “Be quiet!”

“Sorry! But really, how are you guys? I’ve noticed [Y/N] dodging you like she dodges her vegetables.”

Jeongin shrugs, “I don’t know. I think auditioning was a mistake, it's probably too weird for her, especially since she doesn’t like me like that.” He completely misses the look on Hyunjin’s face, continuing, “I’ll have to apologize after the play I guess.”

The taller boy facepalms, stepping in front of the freshman, “Don’t apologize–it's not your fault. Plus, that’s weird.”

Jeongin wants to argue, but decides against it ultimately, nodding in agreement with Hyunjin’s words. 

——

“What do you want?” Jeongin stares at you intensely, leaning against the cardboard car behind him. “What d’you want?”

You shake your head vigorously, tears in your eyes, “It's not that simple!”

He interrupts you, his voice more stern than the last time he uttered these words to you, “What. Do you. Want?” Lip quivering, you watch him ask you once more. “Damn it, what do you want?”

Eyes filled with emotions and tears, you finally get out a weak, “I have to go.”

The set workers are quick to cover the stage as they change the set to show you talking to your character’s fiance as Jeongin hides off in the wing, watching your incredible performance. He doesn’t know how, but you really did develop a talent for acting since the last play the school put on.

Soon enough, you’re by Jeongin’s side, the two of you watching as the teachers playing the older versions of your character play out their scenes beautifully, bringing everyone–especially Hyunjin–to tears with their performance.

“You did a great job, really,” Jeongin mutters, almost too quietly for you to hear him, but you do.

You grin at him, “Has nice Jeongin finally made a reappearance?” 

“Nevermind, this is why I don’t say nice things to people,” he scowls, turning away from you, only to be stopped by you turning him back to you. “What?”

“Do you want to get something to eat with me after this?”

He’s confused, flustered, and excited if he’s being honest. But he keeps up his nonchalant attitude and nods. “Sure,” fighting the tender expression ghosting his face at your happiness.

After a few minutes of watching the final scenes, everyone emerges from the stage wings, taking their places beside one another, Jeongin and you in the center as the leads. Joining hands, you all bow, taking in the praises from your parents, classmates, and anyone else who watched the play. Then you’re dragging him to your bikes, the two of you freshly out of costume, still sweating from the under-conditioned theater you had just stood in for hours.

 “Do you even know what you want to eat?”

You nod, beginning to pedal down the street towards the small food stand that always lingers by your school–a student favorite. You’ve already ordered two corn dogs, waiting by the stand as Jeongin pulls up. “What are you? Some secret speed cyclist?”

“Maybe,” you hand him his corn dog, “Can we go sit over there?”

He follows your finger to look at a lonely bench underneath a tree that's only a few meters away, a small, dim lightbulb just barely illuminating the area. “Are you sure? What if there are spiders?”

“Stop trying to scare me and move your butt,” you command, strutting forward to the bench. He follows with a sigh, dragging his feet and bike behind you. 

As the two of you eat in silence, Jeongin finds that he doesn’t agree with Hyunjin’s advice once again, speaking up awkwardly. “I’m really sorry if the kissing scenes were weird for you, I tried not to put a lot of pressure or anything into them, if that makes you feel better.”

You cough, laughing at his awkward apology. “It's fine. Don’t worry about it,” your words are muffled by the food in your mouth and your laughter–which triggers some sort of embarrassment in your best friend.

“Why are you laughing at me? I’m obviously nervous and apologizing because I thought that’s why you were avoiding me, and you’re laughing,” he can’t hide the bit of irritation in his voice, or the pink hue covering his face as your laughter grows, “And you’re still laughing. Why are you laughing at me?”

Taking a few deep breaths, you turn to him, “It's just, I was avoiding you because of the kiss scene, but that’s not the only reason why,” a weird grin on your face, “I spent so long, ranting to you about one guy who kept rejecting me, and there I was, unable to face you because we had to kiss for a play. And you’re apologizing for it, even though you didn’t even know if that was why. It’s just really funny seeing how this all turned out?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll tell you in a second, if you tell me something first,” you lean towards him, a strange glint in your eye, “Yang Jeongin, do you have a crush on me?”

He starts genuinely tweaking at that, choking on his food, chunks flying out of his mouth from the sheer and utter shock of your question. “What? Why are you asking me that?” He coughs again, his face becoming a shade of red that rivals that of a strawberry, “What the fuck why can’t I stop coughing?”

“I’m sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t think you would start dying if I asked you!” You apologize, rubbing his back and offering the half-drank bottle of water in your bag. “I just needed an answer!”

“Why?”

“Answer and I’ll tell you why!”

“Why do you need to know? You’re so weird sometimes!”

“Jeongin,” you pause, hands on his shoulders as you look him directly in the eye, “Do you like me?”

He avoids your gaze, closing his eyes and mumbling an inaudible yes.

“I can’t hear you~!” He mumbles it slightly louder.

“I still can’t hear you,” you tease, your hands still on his shoulders as you push them back so he has to look at you.

“I’m not doing this. You heard me and you still didn’t tell me,” he groans with a pout in his voice, “And you say I’m the jerk.”

You laugh at his aggravation, finding it hard to take him seriously when he looks like a red crayon threw up on his face. He gets up from the space beside you, sitting on his bike and getting ready to ride home when you come up beside him.

“Hey,” you say quietly, making him look at you. You hold in the urge to laugh at his annoyed expression. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s obviously fed up with being embarrassed for one night. With all your courage, you whisper, 

“I like you too.”

"I like your eyes, you look away when you pretend not to care  I like the dimples on the corners of the smile that you wear I like you more, the world may know but don't be scared  ‘Cause I'm falling deeper, baby be prepared" ― Translation from Ysabelle's English Cover of "I Like You So Much, You'll Know It"

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I’m just starting to get ready to move out since I’m old enough, and my mom has enough on her plate. Plus I want to support my little sister a bit (I’m getting a job too but tips would be appreciated if anyone has enjoyed my work lmao), and help pay for bills more since I’ve spent so much time putting writing here. I figured I might as well try to makes meaning from the years and hours I’ve put here (and will probably continue to put here ☠️)

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I’m just starting to get ready to move out since I’m old enough, and my mom has enough on her plate. Plus I want to support my little sister a bit (I’m getting a job too but tips would be appreciated if anyone has enjoyed my work lmao), and help pay for bills more since I’ve spent so much time putting writing here. I figured I might as well try to makes meaning from the years and hours I’ve put here (and will probably continue to put here ☠️)

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My Hyunjin series (I hate the ending)

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WHO YOU GONNA CALL? | TAPE #2

A series of tapes describing Namjoon's life since joining the Supernatural Investigation Unit.

PAIRING(S) | Namjoon x reader

THEMES | cop!au, x-files!au, ghostbusters!au, cop!Namjoon, cop!reader, youtuber!Seokjin, youtuber!Taehyung, ghosts, conspiracies, cryptids, the paranormal, and the supernatural are main subjects

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RATING | pg

NOTE | it has been awhile since i posted the previous part--but I genuinely forgot lmao. however, I have a new part for you all now!! (it was already written i just needed to post it forgive me). i hope you all enjoy and have a great day/night &lt;3

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The camera zooms into Namjoon's face, and the interviewer gives him the okay to begin talking. “I wasn’t excited for my first day in the X-Files, to be honest.”

“The X-Files, the damn X-Files,” Namjoon mutters to himself, reclipping his tie to his shirt–he wasn’t a real detective yet, he didn’t need to look like one yet either. 

He takes slow, dragging steps towards the door in the corner of the precinct. He dreads opening the door, his distaste increasing when he hears the loud shuffling of papers and quiet rock music, barely making it past the door. Fuck it. 

He swings the door open to be met with complete and utter chaos. The office is far past disorganized. There are files everywhere, tapes, cameras, and photographs all placed haphazardly across both wooden desks. He cringes when he notices the boxes filled with the same materials stacked all around the room. Not to mention the overflowing drawers with papers practically falling out of them.

The sound of papers being tugged out of a drawer catches his attention, the cacophony leading him to see a figure slumped over a file cabinet, sipping hot chocolate from a ‘repurposed’ ramen styrofoam cup. Awkwardly, he clears his throat. “Hello?”

You snap to look at him, a distressed-looking uniform hanging from your figure. Swallowing the coco in your mouth, you greet him excitedly, “Oh, hi there. You must be Namjoon, right? My new partner?”

Not for long, he thinks to himself, before nodding. “That would be me. You’re [Y/N], right?”

“Yes, I am. Are you excited to be in the SIU?”

“Not really, I’m sort of a skeptic, to be honest. Ghosts and cryptids and all that aren’t really my thing, I prefer science,” Namjoon says, eyes wandering the towers of paperwork.

You scrunch your face at the slight bit of arrogance in his tone but shrug it off. “Oh, can’t relate. Personally, I’m a believer. You spend a while here and you might become one as well.”

“We didn’t agree on anything at first. At all. She’s like, textbook conspiracy theorist, believes in bigfoot and all that.” Namjoon laughs a bit as he remembers his first days working in the SIU. “I didn’t believe in any of it. We were constantly having debates about everything supernatural or paranormal or whatever. The point is we couldn’t agree.”

“Oh, come on, not even aliens?”

“I think they could be out there, I don’t think we’ve interacted with them or come close to interacting with them. I think we would know if we’ve made contact with E.T.s.,” he shrugs, ignoring how your jaw drops as he looks over a cold case. That is a log, not a river monster in the Han River…

“We work in the government pretty much, there’s no way you don’t know about cover-ups. Heck, day-to-day crimes get swept under the rug and disguised all the time for the sake of reputation. Why wouldn’t any time we’ve made contact with aliens be hidden from the public too?” You can’t seem to stress this enough, eyes wide in surprise at just how set in his beliefs Namjoon sees to be. “Heck, I saw Chief Yoon writing that he left to check out a case the other day–he was eating barbecue for two hours!”

Namjoon lifts one of his arms from his folded position, his shoulders moving with every word he speaks. “I mean, sometimes her theories made sense, y’know? But still, I just wasn’t into the whole ghost thing anymore. I was trying to prove that we didn’t need a unit dedicated to the supernatural.”

The interviewer lifts his hand to pause Namjoon, impatience dripping from his voice. “Apologies, but are you going to get to one of your investigations any time soon?”

“Actually, yes.”

“What are you looking at?”

You tilt the file towards him so that he can read it. It's the first case you two have been assigned together to investigate–well, the first non-cold case. “Choi Mansion? That museum with all the spooky gimmicks?”

“Yeah, there was an accident there a few days ago. The owner, Min Yoongi, says there’s something real going on in there, not his little tricks for the audience.” You explain, “The housekeeper is also complaining about some weird smells or something.”

“This sounds like a publicity stunt to me. Mansion that constantly gets customers by pretending to be haunted wants to be investigated for actually being haunted? Yeah, that’s believable,” Namjoon rolls his eyes in disbelief that this is the turn his career has taken.

“Alright, let’s go check it out, Negative Nancy.”

“We get to the place, and guess who’s there already? The Ghost Busters, Jin and Taehyung, covered in gear and these ridiculous suits,” he chuckles, once again waving to his attire. “I guess the guy called them too, but they had been at it for an hour or so by the time we joined the party.”

“No way, is this one of your cases?” Jin grins before directing his attention to you. “Is this your partner? Hi, I’m Seokjin and this is Taehyung.”

“Obviously, the three of them got along wonderfully. Three nutjobs who all fed into whatever crazy ideas the others had. It was actually kind of sweet watching them all get excited together.”

“Hi, I’m [Y/N], and I am his partner. You guys are really decked out in equipment, aren’t you?” They nod. “Nice, mind if we work together for this one?”

They are beyond ecstatic to work with you, agreeing immediately while singing your praises to Namjoon. Much to his dismay. 

He pulls you aside, whispering, “Are you even allowed to share this information with them? What if we get in trouble?”

You shrug, “It's just you and I in this department, who’s going to tell on us?”

“And that was awkward because I was thinking, ‘Me, I’m going to tell on you’. I didn’t because it would be a hassle to submit that report, but I was thinking about it at the time.”

“Mr. Kim, please stay on track.”

“Right. So they set up their cameras and stuff…”

“And… Choi Mansion, take one!” Taehyung yells, his excitement evident in his voice. 

Hearing a quiet whirring, Namjoon turns his head from the youngest musketeer, eyebrows quirking at the odd machine in Seokjin’s hands. It looked like an old remote with a colorful whisk made of glow sticks attached to its side. In all honesty, Namjoon thought it appeared overly cheap. 

He points to the device, “What's that?”

Scoffing obnoxiously, Seokjin waves it at the officer, “Mr. Fancy Pants doesn’t know what a PKE meter is.” his voice both playfully teasing and mocking Namjoon's status. “And before you ask, yes, it works. Why would I buy a PKE meter that didn’t work?”

How Namjoon wanted this investigation to be over.

Planning the camera around the room once, then back to Namjoon, Taehyung clears his throat, his voice becoming serious, “So, tell me, where did you get the oldest glasses in the world?”

“They’re only five years old, I’ve just broken them a lot and fixed them the DIY way,” Namjoon sighs, not really up for the overly playful attitude the younger man seemed to exude.

Meanwhile, Seokjin tugs at the door, using most of his strength to pry it open, but to no avail. Kicking it a few times and once again pulling at it, he groans as it refuses to open. Wiping his sweat, he plants his hands on his hips, “Someone really doesn’t want us going in there…” eyeing the door suspiciously. 

Dismissing Jin’s findings, the youngest continues his interview, brows furrowed in interest and lips pursed, “And how is it to wear this uncomfortable suit all day?” 

“Not too fun…” Joon mutters, pointing to Jin, “How about we focus on recording the important stuff?” He is eager for the ‘mechanical genius’ to leave him alone. Besides, he is not enjoying how you seem to cover your mouth to hide your snickers whenever Taehyung cracks a joke at his expense.

Disappointed, Taehyung focuses the camera on the door momentarily before following Jin to the grand piano in the sitting room. The mansion, although terrifying and old, was beautiful. The wall carvings and vintage furniture were something that made the place feel like home, despite the occasional cobweb. It would be a beautiful, warm home if it weren’t for its cold feeling and lack of light which did more than give the men the shivers. 

“For the most part, I couldn’t take anything seriously. A haunted mansion? Evidence of ghosts? It all seemed too good to be true, y’know? Plus, Taehyung wasn’t exactly professional in the slightest.”

The investigator nods, his gaze still cold as ever. “Did anything worth my time happen during the investigation? Or are you just telling a story about nothing?”

“If you would give me a moment,” Namjoon huffs before continuing. “As I was about to say, that's when it started getting creepy.”

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WHO YOU GONNA CALL? | TAPE #2

A series of tapes describing Namjoon's life since joining the Supernatural Investigation Unit.

PAIRING(S) | Namjoon x reader

THEMES | cop!au, x-files!au, ghostbusters!au, cop!Namjoon, cop!reader, youtuber!Seokjin, youtuber!Taehyung, ghosts, conspiracies, cryptids, the paranormal, and the supernatural are main subjects

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RATING | pg

NOTE | it has been awhile since i posted the previous part--but I genuinely forgot lmao. however, I have a new part for you all now!! (it was already written i just needed to post it forgive me). i hope you all enjoy and have a great day/night &lt;3

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The camera zooms into Namjoon's face, and the interviewer gives him the okay to begin talking. “I wasn’t excited for my first day in the X-Files, to be honest.”

“The X-Files, the damn X-Files,” Namjoon mutters to himself, reclipping his tie to his shirt–he wasn’t a real detective yet, he didn’t need to look like one yet either. 

He takes slow, dragging steps towards the door in the corner of the precinct. He dreads opening the door, his distaste increasing when he hears the loud shuffling of papers and quiet rock music, barely making it past the door. Fuck it. 

He swings the door open to be met with complete and utter chaos. The office is far past disorganized. There are files everywhere, tapes, cameras, and photographs all placed haphazardly across both wooden desks. He cringes when he notices the boxes filled with the same materials stacked all around the room. Not to mention the overflowing drawers with papers practically falling out of them.

The sound of papers being tugged out of a drawer catches his attention, the cacophony leading him to see a figure slumped over a file cabinet, sipping hot chocolate from a ‘repurposed’ ramen styrofoam cup. Awkwardly, he clears his throat. “Hello?”

You snap to look at him, a distressed-looking uniform hanging from your figure. Swallowing the coco in your mouth, you greet him excitedly, “Oh, hi there. You must be Namjoon, right? My new partner?”

Not for long, he thinks to himself, before nodding. “That would be me. You’re [Y/N], right?”

“Yes, I am. Are you excited to be in the SIU?”

“Not really, I’m sort of a skeptic, to be honest. Ghosts and cryptids and all that aren’t really my thing, I prefer science,” Namjoon says, eyes wandering the towers of paperwork.

You scrunch your face at the slight bit of arrogance in his tone but shrug it off. “Oh, can’t relate. Personally, I’m a believer. You spend a while here and you might become one as well.”

“We didn’t agree on anything at first. At all. She’s like, textbook conspiracy theorist, believes in bigfoot and all that.” Namjoon laughs a bit as he remembers his first days working in the SIU. “I didn’t believe in any of it. We were constantly having debates about everything supernatural or paranormal or whatever. The point is we couldn’t agree.”

“Oh, come on, not even aliens?”

“I think they could be out there, I don’t think we’ve interacted with them or come close to interacting with them. I think we would know if we’ve made contact with E.T.s.,” he shrugs, ignoring how your jaw drops as he looks over a cold case. That is a log, not a river monster in the Han River…

“We work in the government pretty much, there’s no way you don’t know about cover-ups. Heck, day-to-day crimes get swept under the rug and disguised all the time for the sake of reputation. Why wouldn’t any time we’ve made contact with aliens be hidden from the public too?” You can’t seem to stress this enough, eyes wide in surprise at just how set in his beliefs Namjoon sees to be. “Heck, I saw Chief Yoon writing that he left to check out a case the other day–he was eating barbecue for two hours!”

Namjoon lifts one of his arms from his folded position, his shoulders moving with every word he speaks. “I mean, sometimes her theories made sense, y’know? But still, I just wasn’t into the whole ghost thing anymore. I was trying to prove that we didn’t need a unit dedicated to the supernatural.”

The interviewer lifts his hand to pause Namjoon, impatience dripping from his voice. “Apologies, but are you going to get to one of your investigations any time soon?”

“Actually, yes.”

“What are you looking at?”

You tilt the file towards him so that he can read it. It's the first case you two have been assigned together to investigate–well, the first non-cold case. “Choi Mansion? That museum with all the spooky gimmicks?”

“Yeah, there was an accident there a few days ago. The owner, Min Yoongi, says there’s something real going on in there, not his little tricks for the audience.” You explain, “The housekeeper is also complaining about some weird smells or something.”

“This sounds like a publicity stunt to me. Mansion that constantly gets customers by pretending to be haunted wants to be investigated for actually being haunted? Yeah, that’s believable,” Namjoon rolls his eyes in disbelief that this is the turn his career has taken.

“Alright, let’s go check it out, Negative Nancy.”

“We get to the place, and guess who’s there already? The Ghost Busters, Jin and Taehyung, covered in gear and these ridiculous suits,” he chuckles, once again waving to his attire. “I guess the guy called them too, but they had been at it for an hour or so by the time we joined the party.”

“No way, is this one of your cases?” Jin grins before directing his attention to you. “Is this your partner? Hi, I’m Seokjin and this is Taehyung.”

“Obviously, the three of them got along wonderfully. Three nutjobs who all fed into whatever crazy ideas the others had. It was actually kind of sweet watching them all get excited together.”

“Hi, I’m [Y/N], and I am his partner. You guys are really decked out in equipment, aren’t you?” They nod. “Nice, mind if we work together for this one?”

They are beyond ecstatic to work with you, agreeing immediately while singing your praises to Namjoon. Much to his dismay. 

He pulls you aside, whispering, “Are you even allowed to share this information with them? What if we get in trouble?”

You shrug, “It's just you and I in this department, who’s going to tell on us?”

“And that was awkward because I was thinking, ‘Me, I’m going to tell on you’. I didn’t because it would be a hassle to submit that report, but I was thinking about it at the time.”

“Mr. Kim, please stay on track.”

“Right. So they set up their cameras and stuff…”

“And… Choi Mansion, take one!” Taehyung yells, his excitement evident in his voice. 

Hearing a quiet whirring, Namjoon turns his head from the youngest musketeer, eyebrows quirking at the odd machine in Seokjin’s hands. It looked like an old remote with a colorful whisk made of glow sticks attached to its side. In all honesty, Namjoon thought it appeared overly cheap. 

He points to the device, “What's that?”

Scoffing obnoxiously, Seokjin waves it at the officer, “Mr. Fancy Pants doesn’t know what a PKE meter is.” his voice both playfully teasing and mocking Namjoon's status. “And before you ask, yes, it works. Why would I buy a PKE meter that didn’t work?”

How Namjoon wanted this investigation to be over.

Planning the camera around the room once, then back to Namjoon, Taehyung clears his throat, his voice becoming serious, “So, tell me, where did you get the oldest glasses in the world?”

“They’re only five years old, I’ve just broken them a lot and fixed them the DIY way,” Namjoon sighs, not really up for the overly playful attitude the younger man seemed to exude.

Meanwhile, Seokjin tugs at the door, using most of his strength to pry it open, but to no avail. Kicking it a few times and once again pulling at it, he groans as it refuses to open. Wiping his sweat, he plants his hands on his hips, “Someone really doesn’t want us going in there…” eyeing the door suspiciously. 

Dismissing Jin’s findings, the youngest continues his interview, brows furrowed in interest and lips pursed, “And how is it to wear this uncomfortable suit all day?” 

“Not too fun…” Joon mutters, pointing to Jin, “How about we focus on recording the important stuff?” He is eager for the ‘mechanical genius’ to leave him alone. Besides, he is not enjoying how you seem to cover your mouth to hide your snickers whenever Taehyung cracks a joke at his expense.

Disappointed, Taehyung focuses the camera on the door momentarily before following Jin to the grand piano in the sitting room. The mansion, although terrifying and old, was beautiful. The wall carvings and vintage furniture were something that made the place feel like home, despite the occasional cobweb. It would be a beautiful, warm home if it weren’t for its cold feeling and lack of light which did more than give the men the shivers. 

“For the most part, I couldn’t take anything seriously. A haunted mansion? Evidence of ghosts? It all seemed too good to be true, y’know? Plus, Taehyung wasn’t exactly professional in the slightest.”

The investigator nods, his gaze still cold as ever. “Did anything worth my time happen during the investigation? Or are you just telling a story about nothing?”

“If you would give me a moment,” Namjoon huffs before continuing. “As I was about to say, that's when it started getting creepy.”

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If you're not from Argentina, please read this carefully

I have no words to describe the pain I feel. after 40 years of democracy, my country elected a party whose only goal is to be a colony once again, to sell the country to Elon Musk, to the USA and the UK, to have our sovereignty impugned and erased.

I remember the video of USAmerican congressists calling Argentina an "important asset for the United States". I remember when we told all of you to be vigilant because this was gonna turn into a genocide.

Tomorrow, the Mega DNU (Decree of Necessity and Urgency) is going to overrule most of our constitutional rights, and yesterday the Omnibus Law was presented to congress, including measures that make it illegal to gather in public without permission (state of siege), and make it so that protest is a crime. We will have to pay for the bullets that kill us, and cops will have absolute legal immunity to hunt us.

Word for word, a dictatorship. Fascism.

We've already gone through this many times, but I want to see worldwide protests about this. I want the UN to intervene. I want the world to make noise.

What worries me is this is not an isolated case. With many genocides going on worldwide, if the world fails Argentina, this will be the blueprint for all of the world.

Make no mistake, what happens here will happen everywhere there's natural resources and sovereignty. If not through overt genocide, through an extremely libertarian far right that wins elections by manipulating people, funded by Elon Musk. A second Operation Cóndor.

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WHO YOU GONNA CALL? | TAPE #2

A series of tapes describing Namjoon's life since joining the Supernatural Investigation Unit.

PAIRING(S) | Namjoon x reader

THEMES | cop!au, x-files!au, ghostbusters!au, cop!Namjoon, cop!reader, youtuber!Seokjin, youtuber!Taehyung, ghosts, conspiracies, cryptids, the paranormal, and the supernatural are main subjects

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RATING | pg

NOTE | it has been awhile since i posted the previous part--but I genuinely forgot lmao. however, I have a new part for you all now!! (it was already written i just needed to post it forgive me). i hope you all enjoy and have a great day/night &lt;3

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The camera zooms into Namjoon's face, and the interviewer gives him the okay to begin talking. “I wasn’t excited for my first day in the X-Files, to be honest.”

“The X-Files, the damn X-Files,” Namjoon mutters to himself, reclipping his tie to his shirt–he wasn’t a real detective yet, he didn’t need to look like one yet either. 

He takes slow, dragging steps towards the door in the corner of the precinct. He dreads opening the door, his distaste increasing when he hears the loud shuffling of papers and quiet rock music, barely making it past the door. Fuck it. 

He swings the door open to be met with complete and utter chaos. The office is far past disorganized. There are files everywhere, tapes, cameras, and photographs all placed haphazardly across both wooden desks. He cringes when he notices the boxes filled with the same materials stacked all around the room. Not to mention the overflowing drawers with papers practically falling out of them.

The sound of papers being tugged out of a drawer catches his attention, the cacophony leading him to see a figure slumped over a file cabinet, sipping hot chocolate from a ‘repurposed’ ramen styrofoam cup. Awkwardly, he clears his throat. “Hello?”

You snap to look at him, a distressed-looking uniform hanging from your figure. Swallowing the coco in your mouth, you greet him excitedly, “Oh, hi there. You must be Namjoon, right? My new partner?”

Not for long, he thinks to himself, before nodding. “That would be me. You’re [Y/N], right?”

“Yes, I am. Are you excited to be in the SIU?”

“Not really, I’m sort of a skeptic, to be honest. Ghosts and cryptids and all that aren’t really my thing, I prefer science,” Namjoon says, eyes wandering the towers of paperwork.

You scrunch your face at the slight bit of arrogance in his tone but shrug it off. “Oh, can’t relate. Personally, I’m a believer. You spend a while here and you might become one as well.”

“We didn’t agree on anything at first. At all. She’s like, textbook conspiracy theorist, believes in bigfoot and all that.” Namjoon laughs a bit as he remembers his first days working in the SIU. “I didn’t believe in any of it. We were constantly having debates about everything supernatural or paranormal or whatever. The point is we couldn’t agree.”

“Oh, come on, not even aliens?”

“I think they could be out there, I don’t think we’ve interacted with them or come close to interacting with them. I think we would know if we’ve made contact with E.T.s.,” he shrugs, ignoring how your jaw drops as he looks over a cold case. That is a log, not a river monster in the Han River…

“We work in the government pretty much, there’s no way you don’t know about cover-ups. Heck, day-to-day crimes get swept under the rug and disguised all the time for the sake of reputation. Why wouldn’t any time we’ve made contact with aliens be hidden from the public too?” You can’t seem to stress this enough, eyes wide in surprise at just how set in his beliefs Namjoon sees to be. “Heck, I saw Chief Yoon writing that he left to check out a case the other day–he was eating barbecue for two hours!”

Namjoon lifts one of his arms from his folded position, his shoulders moving with every word he speaks. “I mean, sometimes her theories made sense, y’know? But still, I just wasn’t into the whole ghost thing anymore. I was trying to prove that we didn’t need a unit dedicated to the supernatural.”

The interviewer lifts his hand to pause Namjoon, impatience dripping from his voice. “Apologies, but are you going to get to one of your investigations any time soon?”

“Actually, yes.”

“What are you looking at?”

You tilt the file towards him so that he can read it. It's the first case you two have been assigned together to investigate–well, the first non-cold case. “Choi Mansion? That museum with all the spooky gimmicks?”

“Yeah, there was an accident there a few days ago. The owner, Min Yoongi, says there’s something real going on in there, not his little tricks for the audience.” You explain, “The housekeeper is also complaining about some weird smells or something.”

“This sounds like a publicity stunt to me. Mansion that constantly gets customers by pretending to be haunted wants to be investigated for actually being haunted? Yeah, that’s believable,” Namjoon rolls his eyes in disbelief that this is the turn his career has taken.

“Alright, let’s go check it out, Negative Nancy.”

“We get to the place, and guess who’s there already? The Ghost Busters, Jin and Taehyung, covered in gear and these ridiculous suits,” he chuckles, once again waving to his attire. “I guess the guy called them too, but they had been at it for an hour or so by the time we joined the party.”

“No way, is this one of your cases?” Jin grins before directing his attention to you. “Is this your partner? Hi, I’m Seokjin and this is Taehyung.”

“Obviously, the three of them got along wonderfully. Three nutjobs who all fed into whatever crazy ideas the others had. It was actually kind of sweet watching them all get excited together.”

“Hi, I’m [Y/N], and I am his partner. You guys are really decked out in equipment, aren’t you?” They nod. “Nice, mind if we work together for this one?”

They are beyond ecstatic to work with you, agreeing immediately while singing your praises to Namjoon. Much to his dismay. 

He pulls you aside, whispering, “Are you even allowed to share this information with them? What if we get in trouble?”

You shrug, “It's just you and I in this department, who’s going to tell on us?”

“And that was awkward because I was thinking, ‘Me, I’m going to tell on you’. I didn’t because it would be a hassle to submit that report, but I was thinking about it at the time.”

“Mr. Kim, please stay on track.”

“Right. So they set up their cameras and stuff…”

“And… Choi Mansion, take one!” Taehyung yells, his excitement evident in his voice. 

Hearing a quiet whirring, Namjoon turns his head from the youngest musketeer, eyebrows quirking at the odd machine in Seokjin’s hands. It looked like an old remote with a colorful whisk made of glow sticks attached to its side. In all honesty, Namjoon thought it appeared overly cheap. 

He points to the device, “What's that?”

Scoffing obnoxiously, Seokjin waves it at the officer, “Mr. Fancy Pants doesn’t know what a PKE meter is.” his voice both playfully teasing and mocking Namjoon's status. “And before you ask, yes, it works. Why would I buy a PKE meter that didn’t work?”

How Namjoon wanted this investigation to be over.

Planning the camera around the room once, then back to Namjoon, Taehyung clears his throat, his voice becoming serious, “So, tell me, where did you get the oldest glasses in the world?”

“They’re only five years old, I’ve just broken them a lot and fixed them the DIY way,” Namjoon sighs, not really up for the overly playful attitude the younger man seemed to exude.

Meanwhile, Seokjin tugs at the door, using most of his strength to pry it open, but to no avail. Kicking it a few times and once again pulling at it, he groans as it refuses to open. Wiping his sweat, he plants his hands on his hips, “Someone really doesn’t want us going in there…” eyeing the door suspiciously. 

Dismissing Jin’s findings, the youngest continues his interview, brows furrowed in interest and lips pursed, “And how is it to wear this uncomfortable suit all day?” 

“Not too fun…” Joon mutters, pointing to Jin, “How about we focus on recording the important stuff?” He is eager for the ‘mechanical genius’ to leave him alone. Besides, he is not enjoying how you seem to cover your mouth to hide your snickers whenever Taehyung cracks a joke at his expense.

Disappointed, Taehyung focuses the camera on the door momentarily before following Jin to the grand piano in the sitting room. The mansion, although terrifying and old, was beautiful. The wall carvings and vintage furniture were something that made the place feel like home, despite the occasional cobweb. It would be a beautiful, warm home if it weren’t for its cold feeling and lack of light which did more than give the men the shivers. 

“For the most part, I couldn’t take anything seriously. A haunted mansion? Evidence of ghosts? It all seemed too good to be true, y’know? Plus, Taehyung wasn’t exactly professional in the slightest.”

The investigator nods, his gaze still cold as ever. “Did anything worth my time happen during the investigation? Or are you just telling a story about nothing?”

“If you would give me a moment,” Namjoon huffs before continuing. “As I was about to say, that's when it started getting creepy.”

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WHO YOU GONNA CALL? | TAPE #2

A series of tapes describing Namjoon's life since joining the Supernatural Investigation Unit.

PAIRING(S) | Namjoon x reader

THEMES | cop!au, x-files!au, ghostbusters!au, cop!Namjoon, cop!reader, youtuber!Seokjin, youtuber!Taehyung, ghosts, conspiracies, cryptids, the paranormal, and the supernatural are main subjects

WORD COUNT |

RATING | pg

NOTE | it has been awhile since i posted the previous part--but I genuinely forgot lmao. however, I have a new part for you all now!! (it was already written i just needed to post it forgive me). i hope you all enjoy and have a great day/night &lt;3

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The camera zooms into Namjoon's face, and the interviewer gives him the okay to begin talking. “I wasn’t excited for my first day in the X-Files, to be honest.”

“The X-Files, the damn X-Files,” Namjoon mutters to himself, reclipping his tie to his shirt–he wasn’t a real detective yet, he didn’t need to look like one yet either. 

He takes slow, dragging steps towards the door in the corner of the precinct. He dreads opening the door, his distaste increasing when he hears the loud shuffling of papers and quiet rock music, barely making it past the door. Fuck it. 

He swings the door open to be met with complete and utter chaos. The office is far past disorganized. There are files everywhere, tapes, cameras, and photographs all placed haphazardly across both wooden desks. He cringes when he notices the boxes filled with the same materials stacked all around the room. Not to mention the overflowing drawers with papers practically falling out of them.

The sound of papers being tugged out of a drawer catches his attention, the cacophony leading him to see a figure slumped over a file cabinet, sipping hot chocolate from a ‘repurposed’ ramen styrofoam cup. Awkwardly, he clears his throat. “Hello?”

You snap to look at him, a distressed-looking uniform hanging from your figure. Swallowing the coco in your mouth, you greet him excitedly, “Oh, hi there. You must be Namjoon, right? My new partner?”

Not for long, he thinks to himself, before nodding. “That would be me. You’re [Y/N], right?”

“Yes, I am. Are you excited to be in the SIU?”

“Not really, I’m sort of a skeptic, to be honest. Ghosts and cryptids and all that aren’t really my thing, I prefer science,” Namjoon says, eyes wandering the towers of paperwork.

You scrunch your face at the slight bit of arrogance in his tone but shrug it off. “Oh, can’t relate. Personally, I’m a believer. You spend a while here and you might become one as well.”

“We didn’t agree on anything at first. At all. She’s like, textbook conspiracy theorist, believes in bigfoot and all that.” Namjoon laughs a bit as he remembers his first days working in the SIU. “I didn’t believe in any of it. We were constantly having debates about everything supernatural or paranormal or whatever. The point is we couldn’t agree.”

“Oh, come on, not even aliens?”

“I think they could be out there, I don’t think we’ve interacted with them or come close to interacting with them. I think we would know if we’ve made contact with E.T.s.,” he shrugs, ignoring how your jaw drops as he looks over a cold case. That is a log, not a river monster in the Han River…

“We work in the government pretty much, there’s no way you don’t know about cover-ups. Heck, day-to-day crimes get swept under the rug and disguised all the time for the sake of reputation. Why wouldn’t any time we’ve made contact with aliens be hidden from the public too?” You can’t seem to stress this enough, eyes wide in surprise at just how set in his beliefs Namjoon sees to be. “Heck, I saw Chief Yoon writing that he left to check out a case the other day–he was eating barbecue for two hours!”

Namjoon lifts one of his arms from his folded position, his shoulders moving with every word he speaks. “I mean, sometimes her theories made sense, y’know? But still, I just wasn’t into the whole ghost thing anymore. I was trying to prove that we didn’t need a unit dedicated to the supernatural.”

The interviewer lifts his hand to pause Namjoon, impatience dripping from his voice. “Apologies, but are you going to get to one of your investigations any time soon?”

“Actually, yes.”

“What are you looking at?”

You tilt the file towards him so that he can read it. It's the first case you two have been assigned together to investigate–well, the first non-cold case. “Choi Mansion? That museum with all the spooky gimmicks?”

“Yeah, there was an accident there a few days ago. The owner, Min Yoongi, says there’s something real going on in there, not his little tricks for the audience.” You explain, “The housekeeper is also complaining about some weird smells or something.”

“This sounds like a publicity stunt to me. Mansion that constantly gets customers by pretending to be haunted wants to be investigated for actually being haunted? Yeah, that’s believable,” Namjoon rolls his eyes in disbelief that this is the turn his career has taken.

“Alright, let’s go check it out, Negative Nancy.”

“We get to the place, and guess who’s there already? The Ghost Busters, Jin and Taehyung, covered in gear and these ridiculous suits,” he chuckles, once again waving to his attire. “I guess the guy called them too, but they had been at it for an hour or so by the time we joined the party.”

“No way, is this one of your cases?” Jin grins before directing his attention to you. “Is this your partner? Hi, I’m Seokjin and this is Taehyung.”

“Obviously, the three of them got along wonderfully. Three nutjobs who all fed into whatever crazy ideas the others had. It was actually kind of sweet watching them all get excited together.”

“Hi, I’m [Y/N], and I am his partner. You guys are really decked out in equipment, aren’t you?” They nod. “Nice, mind if we work together for this one?”

They are beyond ecstatic to work with you, agreeing immediately while singing your praises to Namjoon. Much to his dismay. 

He pulls you aside, whispering, “Are you even allowed to share this information with them? What if we get in trouble?”

You shrug, “It's just you and I in this department, who’s going to tell on us?”

“And that was awkward because I was thinking, ‘Me, I’m going to tell on you’. I didn’t because it would be a hassle to submit that report, but I was thinking about it at the time.”

“Mr. Kim, please stay on track.”

“Right. So they set up their cameras and stuff…”

“And… Choi Mansion, take one!” Taehyung yells, his excitement evident in his voice. 

Hearing a quiet whirring, Namjoon turns his head from the youngest musketeer, eyebrows quirking at the odd machine in Seokjin’s hands. It looked like an old remote with a colorful whisk made of glow sticks attached to its side. In all honesty, Namjoon thought it appeared overly cheap. 

He points to the device, “What's that?”

Scoffing obnoxiously, Seokjin waves it at the officer, “Mr. Fancy Pants doesn’t know what a PKE meter is.” his voice both playfully teasing and mocking Namjoon's status. “And before you ask, yes, it works. Why would I buy a PKE meter that didn’t work?”

How Namjoon wanted this investigation to be over.

Planning the camera around the room once, then back to Namjoon, Taehyung clears his throat, his voice becoming serious, “So, tell me, where did you get the oldest glasses in the world?”

“They’re only five years old, I’ve just broken them a lot and fixed them the DIY way,” Namjoon sighs, not really up for the overly playful attitude the younger man seemed to exude.

Meanwhile, Seokjin tugs at the door, using most of his strength to pry it open, but to no avail. Kicking it a few times and once again pulling at it, he groans as it refuses to open. Wiping his sweat, he plants his hands on his hips, “Someone really doesn’t want us going in there…” eyeing the door suspiciously. 

Dismissing Jin’s findings, the youngest continues his interview, brows furrowed in interest and lips pursed, “And how is it to wear this uncomfortable suit all day?” 

“Not too fun…” Joon mutters, pointing to Jin, “How about we focus on recording the important stuff?” He is eager for the ‘mechanical genius’ to leave him alone. Besides, he is not enjoying how you seem to cover your mouth to hide your snickers whenever Taehyung cracks a joke at his expense.

Disappointed, Taehyung focuses the camera on the door momentarily before following Jin to the grand piano in the sitting room. The mansion, although terrifying and old, was beautiful. The wall carvings and vintage furniture were something that made the place feel like home, despite the occasional cobweb. It would be a beautiful, warm home if it weren’t for its cold feeling and lack of light which did more than give the men the shivers. 

“For the most part, I couldn’t take anything seriously. A haunted mansion? Evidence of ghosts? It all seemed too good to be true, y’know? Plus, Taehyung wasn’t exactly professional in the slightest.”

The investigator nods, his gaze still cold as ever. “Did anything worth my time happen during the investigation? Or are you just telling a story about nothing?”

“If you would give me a moment,” Namjoon huffs before continuing. “As I was about to say, that's when it started getting creepy.”

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