Huge, elephant sized yawns escaped my mouth as I sat on my chair shuffling through loads of papers under the amber light of my lamp while the digital clock sitting on my desk read 02:58 am. A strong fatigue kept banging at the walls of my eyes to the point where red arteries started popping up here and there on the white surface. Yet I kept going because to my workaholic self, what I was doing was way more important than sleep can ever be.

It had been three days already since Sang-Ook gained consciousness and let's just say the old man was not at all cheerful about the cozy atmosphere at his new dwelling, that being in police custody. And neither did all the pampers offered by the cops appease his greedy ass. Complaints were all that echoed near his cell and even if the rest of the officers were utterly annoyed by his shenanigans, I, for one, was enjoying myself quite much. The look of distress I got from him every time we came face to face amused me and as sadistic as it sounds, I was having fun seeing him suffer. He sure deserved this one for ruining an entire family.

Just yesterday did Namjoon call me in the evening to inform me that the court had already declared a date for the upcoming trial. Upon hearing about Sang-Ook's recovery, they didn't want to delay matters any longer for the jury demanded to get this shit over with as soon as possible and honestly, I wanted the same. There would have been no greater pleasure than hearing the judges say that Sang-Ook was meant to stay.

However, for that to manifest, we still needed to prove him guilty at the court and the litigation date being as close as the day after tomorrow, we cops planned on having a meeting at the station today under the very supervision of our departmental chief, Kim Namjoon. We were called to discuss our activities that we're supposed to put forward during the lawsuit and that, my friend, brings us back to this very moment when I'm sitting at my desk, struggling to stay awake in order to organize all the physical evidences I had collected so far. Being the appointed leader of this mission under Namjoon and also the prime witness of the recent happenings with the Kim Mafia, I had this huge responsibility on my shoulders and even if my eyes were hollering from the lack of sleep I wasn't going to give up just yet.

This was my only chance to make my parents proud as well as save my friends, so no matter what hindrances came to pay me a visit right now or in near future, I wasn't going to back away.

Once done with organizing the sheets, I grabbed all of them, including the ones that Y/N had given me earlier, into a bunch before hitting them against the wooden desk a few times in order to get them into a neat pile. I then pushed them into a file that I'd be presenting to the Jury during the trial. Even if I had only two days to prepare, I ought to not mess up. There were a few papers that I had collected while searching the warehouse, aka the crime scene, and I was hoping I could use them to turn matters in our favor. And if I may say, there were some pretty shocking revelations that braced myself during the investigation. Oh, how fun would it be to see Sang-Ook's face when I use his own schemes against him.

Shortly after the papers were done I sluggishly turned off the lamp before slipping out of my chair and dropping down on my not so comfy bed that stood right beside my desk area. I was tired to infinity and beyond and now that I had finally let my heavy lids fall, it felt like I'd never be able to lift them up again. However, that thought changed real quick when a loud annoying noise started echoing through my whole room, making me almost have a heart attack. With the shit annoyed out of me I sat up on my bed and leaned forward to grab my phone from the desk only to see what all this fuss was about.

But once my eyes landed on the lit up screen, my irritation morphed into sheer distress for it was my stupid, deranged alarm.

Oh man, it's six already!?

Nevertheless, as I said before, I was too tired, so I just turned my phone off and went back to sleep, oh my sweet sweet sleep.

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Damn it, I'm late...

Remorse is what I felt most at the moment, though there was a little spark of anger as well. Why the hell did I fall asleep when it was already 6? And why on earth did I sleep for five straight hours?!?

"Move aside.....coming through......excuse me"

The entire lobby boomed with my shrieks as I cut through the crowd while running for my dear life. The last thing I wanted to do was make Namjoon mad but now that I was already thirty minutes late to such an important meeting, I was terrified beyond limits. It's not that hyung gets aggressive or barbaric when mad but there's this thing that he does with his lips, where he pulls them up in an angry pout and gives you a glare that makes you wanna kill yourself, that face of him was what had me so freaked out.

As soon as the elevator dinged at the second floor, I rushed out and pursued my way towards the conference room, the very one where I was allotted the leader of my first mission. Huh, I'm gonna die in that room, aren't I?

On reaching the doors I took a pause. Instead of barging in right away, I stood there for a while, trying to listen to any conversation from inside. There was a light burble coming from the room that could be heard from across the corridor but surprisingly, once I was right in front of the door, I heard nothing no more.

Did I go deaf from all the fear?

I pressed my ears harder on the cold surface, trying my best to reach for any sound for I wanted to make sure exactly how much riled up Namjoon might be but fuck my fate, the surface that I was leaning on abruptly moved and I couldn't help but fall sideways. However, I didn't fall all the way down for there was another surface there that broke my fall, a softer but sturdy surface. For a moment there I was grateful but once I looked up to see who I was grateful for, every last drop of blood in my veins ran cold. And the view made me wish I would have rather fallen down.

"I am so sorry hy- sir"

There it was, the face I dreaded the most, right there, staring down at me with sheer intimidation.

"I am sorry for being late Sir" I stood up from Namjoon's chest before lowering my head down in an apologetic bow. I was already cowering under his intense gaze and the fact that I had to maintain a professional outlook with him in the office only made things worse.

Silence overtook the entire scope, impairing my sense of sound and my vision was also compromised as I was forced to look only down in embarrassment. All my eyes could perceive were two pairs of neatly polished leather boots standing face to face with each other.

Oo, hyung's shoes look pretty expensive, I wonder how much he earns-

Not important right now Jungkook.

Giving myself a mental scolding, I finally looked up, fed up with the awkward silence already. I parted my lips in order to break through the tension with one more of my apologies but that one never got a chance to shine through as Namjoon, who had his hands entwined behind his back so far, grabbed my left ear in a tight clutch and pulled me into the room.

"You little piece of shit-"

"Aw hyung its hurting"

I grabbed onto his hand that was holding my ear to get him to leave me but that hand didn't falter even a bit. Instead, he dragged me all the way inside the room and then let go, only to stand in front of me with his hands crossed in front of his chest and his eyes brimming with the same intimidation.

"May I know the reason why you are 36 minutes late Lieutenant Jeon?"

An intense shiver ran down my spine at his formal articulation and I looked up at the scary man with my infamous puppy dog eyes to which hyung seemed too pissed to waver.

Shit, I'm gonna die so young. I didn't even get the chance to lose my virginity yet!

"Sorry sir, I slept through my alarm"

A loud round of laughter reverberated through the hall shredding my dignity to shards. However, I was hoping for Hyung to get furious and silence my colleagues with his scary glare but that never happened and when I looked up to see why exactly, I got the biggest shock for he was the one laughing the loudest.

"Wha-"

"You are such a baby Jungkook, look you are so sacred" he spoke through his laughter, making my brows scrunch in uncertainty. However, luckily he didn't torture me longer with all the confusions.

"I pretty much knew you were gonna be late today when you sent me a text at 3 in the morning, asking if you'd need a photocopy of Min Jun's death certificate to submit to the jury"

My eyes widened further at his nonchalant explanation. Was he just pretending to be mad this whole time?

"This is so not fair hyung, you scared the hell out of me" I whined making the older male giggle. How did he change from a freaky boss to a wicked older brother so soon was beyond my perception. But nonetheless, I didn't refrain from giving him one of my annoyed looks which somehow made him laugh even more.

"Don't do that, you look like a rabbit who just got his carrot snatched away"

And there goes the rest of my dignity flushed right into the gutter.

"Hyung!! Just wait till I get my revenge" I mumbled the last part under my breath but fuck my luck once again because he heard.

"Oi, I'm still your superior and you young man are still late. So if you don't wanna spend the rest of the hours sitting like a rooster on the floor, zip it and take you seat"

I didn't need to be asked twice for I ran to my assigned chair and sat down before sparing some glares towards my fellow lieutenants who seemed to be unable to cease their amusement.

Namjoon too came back to his Boss' chair, his stature now slowly morphing into that of a strict police officer. However, before he could transpose fully, he threw some words at my way making me smash my stupid head against the Mahogany.

"By the way, Jungkook, next time you decide to eves drop, just make sure the door isn't made of glass"

Fuck my life...

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To Be Continued...