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Demure Dalliance pt. 1 (V, Angst)

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Chapter one for my Detective!Taehyung series!!!! Hopefully this is the start of a good series. My dad Stacy @storiesofthirst helped me w/ the title and I love her. PEOPLE WANTED TO BE TAGGED SO @hyongtae, @unpretty-writer, and @infireation!!!! CAM IS PERFECT FOR MAKING ME THIS COVER AND I LOVE HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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It was very obviously premeditated. No windows broken, or evident struggle to get into the house. Although there was drawers open and clothes strewn about it all seemed…forced. As if murder was the only thing on the mind of the one committing this crime. Taehyung glanced around at everyone in the house, snapping photos of the scene before them. Neighbors left their apartments, wondering just why police scattered around every corner of the floor with their yellow tape.

Taehyung knelt in front of the body, lying on the floor around his own pooling blood. He’d been stabbed multiple times, he knew well enough. It was hard to see the stab wounds from all the blood, but whoever it was left the victim a mess of a person he once was. It was obvious the signature of this murderer was a Chelsea grin, and this was probably the first of many murders, unless they’re caught.

“Wrap him up before he gets too cold.” Taehyung instructed anyone who was listening. He got a languid answer of yes from two men waiting to take the body. He stood, stretching his legs and wafting the air around his nose to drink in some clean air. The body had obviously been dead a good amount of time, from the rank smell filling the home.

Shouting outside the door interrupted Taehyung’s contemplation, so he walked through the cluttered kitchen and toward the front door of the apartment. Taehyung spotted you first, standing outside, arguing and sobbing with a clearly distressed Jungkook who wouldn’t let you spend your last moments with your father, very clearly dead and being concealed away in a body bag for further examination by none other than Seokjin.

“I’m sorry miss…I really can’t let you in there until they’ve done a proper look through. We still need you to come in for questioning…”

“How dare you ask me to come in for questioning when my own dad was murdered!” You cried, hugging yourself. Jungkook looked completely unnerved, but Taehyung didn’t blame him. It was his first real murder case. You were already being difficult and nothing had even happened yet, which was a dread of Taehyung’s.

People were beginning to suspect things, and half of the floor was standing outside with their loved ones safely tucked away behind the doors. It was for their own good, but Taehyung wished they would step up to tell him anything rather than him going to each of their doors separately to question them.

Before it got anymore out of hand, Taehyung was striding to the front door. Pulling the tape up over his head, he made his way toward the both of you. “I’m sorry about my partner, he’s still relatively new and untrained for this sort of thing. You’ll have to excuse the poor manners.”

You glanced over at him, brows slightly furrowing as your bottom lip pouted with a sob. Jungkook didn’t look much different, minus the sobbing part. It would have made Taehyung laugh and poke fun on him, if it weren’t for being on the job and professional mode activated long before stepping on the scene.

“Who are you?” You wondered, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. Taehyung held out a hand, but you didn’t take it. Without much thought, Taehyung dropped his hand to his side.

“Detective Kim Taehyung, I’m head of the case and I will find who murdered your father.” It sounded like more of a threat than anything, but Taehyung didn’t dwell on it too much.

“Isn’t that the point of a detective? To solve crimes?” You blubbered, unable to meet his eyes. Taehyung perked a brow, watching you glance around the halls. If his instinct was correct, you were either nervous because you’d murdered your father, or-

“(Y/N)!”

Or waiting for your moral support to arrive. Relieved, you turned to see your friend who was rushing down the hall. Her cheeks were reddened as if she had been running, but it also could’ve been the early morning chill. Taehyung looked away from them, shoving his hands deeply into his trench coat pockets as he backed up toward the yellow tape. Jungkook glanced over at Taehyung, eyes sharp.

“Hyung, where are you going? We need to-”

“Not now, Jungkook.” Taehyung said with unnecessary bite. That shocked Jungkook to silence. Taehyung made a mental note to apologize later, but placed it on the back burner of his mind. “Give her a little time, her father is dead.”

But, Taehyung kept an eye on you, knowing full well that you were a given suspect. You were the main suspect as of yet, but he was still figuring out minor details that could possibly put you off of conviction. Yet, he didn’t feel too good about where you stood in all of this. The very middle.

He went back inside, searching for anything but finding nothing of the sort. It was too perfectly executed, aside from the fact that everything added back up to you. Who else would know their house well enough to set up a crime this well and get away with it, aside from someone living there? What was your motif, though? Taehyung’s head was always dizzy with idea’s as he thought back to everything he had to be on his toes for.
“Get the body back to Seokjin to evaluate. Did anyone find the weapon used yet?”

Taehyung got a unified answer of sluggish no, sir’s from everyone in the room. He sighed, turning his attention back to everything he could possibly see in the house as of where he stood. A picture of a female sat on the living room coffee table, and Taehyung assumed it was your mother. Where was she? Was she even alive?

Taehyung could already tell this was going to be a long case. Unsuccessful if he didn’t get his act together, right this instant. He moved out of the way for the stretcher to allow them to take the body. Taehyung tensed, waiting for what he knew was about to happen.

You screamed from the hall, and a loud thump on the floor confirmed that you were either an amazing actress or completely devastated that the only father you’d ever have was murdered in cold blood. Taehyung sighed, kicking the mismatched floorboard that rattled senselessly. He furrowed his brows, kicking it once more, twice more, and a third-

“-Taehyung? Taehyung!” Jungkook was waving a hand in front of his face, snapping Taehyung out of his riviera. “Are you finished here? We should get back to the station before Yoongi tries to get involved.”

“That won’t happen, I told him to stay out of it unless I asked.”

“Hate to break it to you, asshole, but he’s our boss. Even if you get on your knees and suck his dick he won’t stop himself from looking into it.”

Even if Jungkook was right, he didn’t have to be so crude… Taehyung reached into his pocket, pulling his phone from it. He pressed the first number on speed dial, holding the phone up to his ear.

“Hoseok, I’m going to need you to come pick us up. We have suspect number 1 in our custody and I need to interview her while she’s still emotional and willing to crack under pressure.”

You, on the other hand, finally got picked up off the floor, holding your friend tightly as you sobbed.

“We’ll get through this. There’s no way you’ll be convicted for something you didn’t do. We’ll give your dad a nice service and we can visit him whenever you want” She promised, holding your face against her shoulder. You nodded, trying to level your breathing as she held you.

“Thank you, Ha Eun…” You wiped a few tears off your cheek.

“Will you stay with me until your house is cleaned up? I’ll drive you to work a-” Her voice faltered, her expression souring at the sound of heavy boots clicking against the floor that neared you. You turned your head, merely capturing a glimpse of the mysterious detective from earlier.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry for interrupting.” His deep voice rumbled slowly, speaking every syllable as if it were a word of his own. A faint, harmless smile touched at his lips as he held his hand to you a second time. This time you turned, placing your significantly smaller hand into his and giving a firm shake before pulling away. Ha Eun kept her hands on your shoulders, inching you away from him despite the strides he took to keep close to you.

“Do you mind coming to the station with me for some questioning? I know you’re upset but it’ll be over faster than you know it, and you’ll never be in there again.”

“You’re asking a girl who just lost her father to a murderer to come in and be questioned as if she murdered him?” Ha Eun snapped, attempting to pull you away, but you stopped in your tracks. A good move on your part, Taehyung’s patience was wearing thin already.

“That’s not it at all,” he promised softly, shaking his head. “(Y/N) could give us a clue we may have overlooked to helping find the murderer. Innocent until proven guilty, that’s the rules, Miss. I don’t want to be forceful, but if you keep resisting a professional law enforcer I’ll have to use harsher measures.” He hated using force, but if your friend was going to continue to be a problem he didn’t mind cuffing her and handing her over to Jungkook to deal with. The kid needed someone to bash heads with, anyway. Someone with enough of an attitude was perfect.

“Can’t you just give her some time?” She continued, expression flickering in discomfort at Taehyung’s blatant threat. You felt tired from all the crying, and you stepped out of Ha Eun’s grip.

“I’ll come in for questioning.”

Ha Eun whirled you around to look at her, eyebrows raised to her hairline. “I’m going with you, if you go with him.”

“That’s fine, but you’ll be waiting outside unless you have anything to tell me 1 on 1.” Taehyung checked the black watch on his wrist. Hoseok should be there by now, waiting outside. “My ride is probably here, shall we?” He placed a hand on the small of your back, directing you toward the elevator. Ha Eun placed an arm around your shoulder, pulling you away from Taehyung and standing on the other side of the elevator to evade him. Jungkook had taken the easy way out and left when Taehyung had commanded him too. At least he took orders seriously. Jungkook kept Taehyung’s mind out of unrealistic places and always shot his idea’s down when they sounded more fictional than real world.

Getting downstairs, Taehyung held up a finger to Hoseok, who whipped open the back door of the car for you and Ha Eun. Nodding in delight, Taehyung opened the passenger seat of the car and slid inside. Once you and Ha Eun were in, the car purred to life and was driving at a steady pace down the street.

Taehyung didn’t miss the sideways glances Hoseok was shooting you from the mirror, despite his subtleties. His eyes were cut to thin slits, as they always were when Taehyung had the first suspect. Usually, the first suspects were in fact the only suspects. Taehyung didn’t like to brag, but he’d watched more criminals get put in orange jumpsuits after questioning than leave the interrogation room as a free man or woman. He’d spent days in a room, cracking even the hardest of cases. Nobody denied he was one of the most dedicated men in their sector, obsessed with the greater good of the world over sleeping or eating.

The whole ride there was silent to the point of awkwardness, besides your random outbursts of sobbing, which wasn’t unusual in Taehyung’s cases. Hoseok didn’t pay any mind to it, but Ha Eun was doing her best to shush you as she strained against the tight seat belt. She was doing her best to keep quiet as well, and Taehyung felt a small tightness in his chest at the remorse he felt for threatening her earlier. Yet, he couldn’t be bothered to apologize. It was his job.

Taehyung held the door for you to step out of the police vehicle, leaving Ha Eun in the car to get out herself. He gave her eyes that said don’t-interrupt-anything-or-you’re-in-big-trouble. She visibly gulped excess saliva in her mouth and tipped her head down in acknowledgement. Turning on his heel, Taehyung left her to guide you up the steps to the station and open the doors for you.
“Just down the hall on the right, last door.” He instructed, following you closely. You side stepped the door, allowing him to unlock and open it to let you inside. He held a hand forward, and you walked into the room.

“Sit in either chair, the camera is on right now.” He ordered softly, pulling his jacket off and slinging it onto the back of the chair you didn’t sit in. Placing his hand into his pocket, Taehyung pulled a notebook and simple silver pen free. You sat into the chair, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap as you tried to get comfortable on the cool wood holding your weight.

During the whole time you spoke to him, Taehyung felt as if you were getting nowhere. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but even after you’d evidently had a clear alibi so to say, he still felt like you were leaving things out. He couldn’t fully confirm that you were clear of charge until speaking to witnesses; if there was any.

He pinched his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath and exhaling for a long moment. 3 hours, stuck in a room with you and you were still so vague Taehyung was almost at a loss of questions. If detectives had a hand book, he’d asked you every question he could and more. There was no way he could let you off, but there was still no reason to keep you in there. If Yoongi was watching right now, Taehyung knew he was going to get his ass handed to him on a silver platter for figuring out nothing.
“(Y/N), I know you’re not telling me something.” Taehyung plainly stated, trying to keep his voice from wavering to the brink of annoyance. He’d been patient for the past 3 hours, from your outbreak of tears to your full on angered shouting.

“What would I not be telling you? I told you, I-”

“I know you said you didn’t kill him. That I can’t confirm with only the evidence you’ve given me.” He sighed, willing himself to not slap the table out of frustration. You were a tough cookie to crack, but he’d get there. Eventually. “Do you know how long it takes to put the criminal behind bars when even 1 measly person doesn’t cooperate with me? Longer than I’m willing to take,

(Y/N). I’m trying to figure out who did kill your father. Who has your dad been hanging out with lately? Is someone at work not getting along with him? How about a girlfriend? Boyfriend?”

Taehyung noted the flicker in your expression at the sound of work being mentioned. You looked down at the plastic water bottle in your hands, gently squeezing it in your grip.

“At work…?” You mumbled, looking up at him through blurred vision. He placed both his notebook and pen down, standing up only to kneel down at your side.
“Don’t be scared to tell me anything.” He murmured quietly, looking up at you.

“I’ll protect you, if someone threatened you. Or-”

“Nobody threatened me.” You promised, letting go of the water bottle onto the table. It was bent bizarrely from how hard you held it.

“So tell me,” he urged you gently, standing up straight. “nobody will hurt you. Not with me here every step of the way.”

“Well, there has been a man at my dad’s work…” You hesitated, voice catching in your throat as a spill of tears fell from your eyes. Taehyung swiveled back to his chair, picking up his pen and scribbling things into it.

“Continue, please.”

“He’s younger… Working at the hotel across the street before my dad. Still, my dad got the job even though he’d been working for it longer.”
“Why did he get that job, (Y/N)?” Taehyung looked up at you, narrowing his eyes slightly in concentration. This was a lot of information for you to be spilling, as if you’d practiced it beforehand.

“My dad had a better record than him? I don’t know…the resume. My dad is older and has been working far longer.”

Record? Does your dad have a criminal record? Did that man you were speaking of have a criminal record? Taehyung would have to check into later. He wrote a little note for it.

“I need a name on this man, (Y/N). Do you know this man’s name? What relationship does he have with your dad?” He was getting closer to knowing things. The familiar itch and anxiousness was returning to Taehyung’s exhausted body when he got closer to knowing significant information to a case.

You exhaled loudly, placing your shaking hands on the table. “His name is Namjoon. I’m sorry, I don’t know his last name. The past few weeks he’s been coming to our apartment and having drinks with my dad. I didn’t really like him…He just seemed so odd.”
Namjoon.

“It’s fine,” Taehyung promised, writing as quickly as he could. He tapped the pen on the messy paper, leaving smudges of ink. “I don’t need a last name. Lotte Hotel across the street from your apartment building?”

“Mm, right.” You agreed.

Taehyung wrote down these things, circling hard evidence he’d need and stood abruptly. Your eyes shot up to his, shock freezing you into place.

“Thank you for answering so well.” Taehyung murmured, sliding his arms through his tanned trench coat sleeves. “I have enough information to go on right now. Call me if you think of anything else, alright? Can I trust you to answer my calls if I’ve got questions?”

“…Yes.” You promised, weakly getting to your feet.

“Don’t leave town (Y/N).” Taehyung commanded, gaining a nod from you. He hurried to the door, opening it for you and watching you walk back toward Ha Eun and almost collapse into her arms.

Walking toward his office, Taehyung pulled his phone from his pocket and began to dial a number.

“Lotte Hotel on the line, who’s speaking?”

“This is detective Kim Taehyung from the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency. Do you mind if I come and speak to an employee of yours?”

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