"ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME!"
Namjoon saw Hoseok wince at his loud yell, but he shrugged the stab of guilt away as he slammed his palms onto his redheaded partner's desk, knocking a few papers onto the ground.
"Namjoon…calm down…"
"CALM DOWN! CALM DOWN! THEY'RE LETTING HIM OUT! HOW CAN I BE CALM?!"
Hoseok ran his hands through his hair.
"Namjoon…you know there wasn't enough evidence to keep him there forever…hell, there wasn't enough to actually give him a prison sentence."
Namjoon flopped into the chair opposite his partner, his head falling into his hands.
"I know. It's just…goddammit, I know he did it!"
Namjoon felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up, meeting Hoseok's worried green gaze.
"Joon…look, why don't you go home and get some sleep. He doesn't get out until tomorrow. You can go watch him for a bit, okay? Maybe…maybe he's gotten better?"
Namjoon snorted.
"Jeon Jungkook, getting better? Doubt it."
…..
Jungkook smiled as the doors of the asylum slid open, and a guard nodded at him, granting him permission.
He stepped outside, his boots crunching the dry pine needles on the ground.
Tilting his head back, he breathed in the cool spring air, savoring the taste of freedom it carried.
There was a rustle nearby, and his eyes slid to the side, spotting a familiar head of purple hair and a pair of storm gray eyes.
Turning completely, he waved, a smile stretching over his face.
"Mr. Namjoon! Great to see you, sir!"
The officer prowled out of the undergrowth, staring at him with a deadpan expression. The purple haired man came to a stop in front of Jungkook, and the two stood stock still, only the birds and the rustling of trees disrupting the scene.
"Jeon Jungkook. You're out."
Jungkook smiled, cocking his head. "Yes, I am. It's so good to see you again, sir."
Namjoon's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Just know, Jeon…I will be following you. So don't try anything, or you will be behind bars. I guarantee it."
Jungkook's lips thinned imperceptibly. "Why, sir, I'm hurt. I've gotten better, really. Don't you trust me?"
Namjoon leaned forward, and Jungkook copied the movement until their foreheads were pressed together, neither giving an inch.
"Never. You're still a beast."
Jungkook smiled. "And you want to muzzle me, Namjoon? Shouldn't you be concentrating on that handsome little husband of yours?"
Namjoon let out a growl. "I swear, if you go anywhere near Jin, I'll-"
"You'll what?" Jungkook asked. "Be careful, officer. You might just be a beast too."
Namjoon shoved his forehead forward, knocking Jungkook back.
Jungkook laughed, rubbing at his hair. "Wow, officer! You've still got it! Don't worry, I'm not into married dudes. He's not my type anyway."
He turned, walking away and smirking as Namjoon sputtered behind him.
No, he wasn't interested in hurting Kim Seokjin.
But, he wouldn't mind making Namjoon a little twitchy.
What was it Jin ran? A coffee shop?
The smirk widened into a smile.
Perfect.
So…things are heating up a bit, huh? Jin, Jimin, and Hoseok aren't really going to play a big part in the story, or at least, I didn't plan for them to. So, sorry, but they're kind of background characters for now.
Jungkook: Namjoon-hyung! I didn't know you and Jin-hyung were married!
Namjoon (turns red): W-WE AREN'T!
Yoongi: No need to yell.
Hoseok: Aww….
Jimin: You two are adorable!
Jin: who's adorable?
Namjoon: NO ONE! BACK TO THE STORY PLEASE!
