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NEW PARTNERS & STUPID DATING APP
March 21st
Tuesday
SMPA
Forensic Lab
7:41 AM
Jeon Jungkook hates coffee. Black coffee, to be precise. He doesn't understand why someone would bring him coffee when they clearly know he doesn't like to drink it, let alone see it. He might be a little ungrateful, he admits, but he really doesn't like coffee. Turning left towards the dimmed and cold corridor, Jungkook notices a half-empty trash can into which he can finally dump his bitter nightmare. A full cup of unfinished coffee hits the bottom of the bucket. Serves it right.
,,I see that Nayeon tried again with the coffee.” A voice says the moment Jungkook steps into an even colder room, but the cold does not bother him. He got used to it by now.
Jungkook sarcastically rolls his eyes as he walks over to the operating table where a person is obviously lying but is fully hidden by a white sheet. Two persons are standing over the table, one with a clipboard while the other is furiously typing on a phone. ,,Don’t start, please. I’ve had enough of her and her bad attempts at flirting.” Nayeon the Chief assistant tries weekly to ask Jungkook out but fails miserably while trying to stutter it out. Jungkook acts oblivious, of course.
,,At least you got someone who is interested in you. Me on the other hand….”
,,Yeah, yeah. Poor you.” Jungkook nudges his head towards the table, ,,What do we have here?”
The coroner slowly removes the white sheet while the other person puts away the phone in his pocket and finally begins speaking, ,,She was dumped on the street. School ID says her name’s Kim Jiwoo. Sixteen years old. From Seoul. A model. We found a backpack with her on the scene.”
,,Pretty girl.” The coroner comments.
,,Until someone did this to her.” Says Jungkook.
Now dead Kim Jiwoo lies with her eyes closed. Her hair is black, but one strand under her ear is dyed bright pink. Her lips are swollen, and her top lip is filled with a few purple bruises. She has a scar above her right eyebrow that looks like it's already healing, it is obvious she got it a few days before she died. She has been stitched over her breasts, stomach, and genitals. There are not a few bigger wounds but smaller multiple ones. Jungkook is sure Kim Jiwoo has been stabbed around twenty times.
,,A vicious attack.” Jungkook adds, looking over at his friend and fellow detective Jung Hoseok. They’ve been work partners for two years but have been friends for even longer. They met back in the academy when their faces were still full of red pimples, and they couldn’t grow facial hair. The situation between them is currently a little awkward since Hoseok is moving to a different department unit and Jungkook found that out exactly five days ago from their Chief and not his closest friend.
,,Double puncture wounds. A neat little set of two.” The coroner says, pointing at the wounds. ,, I stitched over 30 wounds. Neck, breasts, genitals.” Thirty, Jungkook was close.
,,A claw hammer?” Hoseok points out, his eyes narrowing at the wound on the stomach. The coroner, Kim Seokjin, nods his head. ,,Possible.” He says.
,,But there is more.” He adds, ,,An apparent amphetamine overdose.”
Amphetamines. Stimulant drugs that speed up functions between the brain and the body. Usually treat conditions like ADHD and narcolepsy but can be highly addictive and dangerous if a person misuses or takes more than the prescribed amount. Jungkook wonders if the drug was prescribed to her or if there is more to this, he will have to check it out.
,,There’s something else. She was raped.” The coroner Kim says, adding ,,Quite sure it was a wooden object.” He scowls but the two inspectors don’t react, they are trained not to and after years of doing the job and seeing grotesque things they couldn’t even imagine, nothing surprises them anymore.
,,I am in the process of analyzing fluids that were found on her. It will take a while.” It always does.
,,Where was she found?” Jungkook asks Hoseok who informs him that she was dumped outside the Emergency Room at three in the morning. ,,E&T saw a late-model sports utility vehicle, dark red or black.”
The coroner Kim turns his back towards them as he removes his surgical gloves, going to wash his hands. The two partners stand by each other, looking at the dead victim. ,,It's someone who knows her. Breasts, genitals. They wanted it to be personal.” Jungkook comments, they have both dealt with similar cases like this before.
,,And then he drops her off at the ER. Classic signs of remorse and familiarity.” Hoseok says, letting out a sigh. He turns his head towards his longtime friend, giving him a small smile. ,,You’re still mad at me.” He points out and Jungkook feels like smacking him in the head. Of course, he is mad.
,,Not mad.” He mumbles, still looking at the victim. No point in arguing.
,,Sure.” Jungkook knows the other man is smiling, he hears it in his voice. ,,I wanted to tell you but paperwork got in the way. There was also – “
,,You could’ve told me the second that Chief told you. I would’ve understood.” Jungkook isn’t quite sure about that. He would’ve been mad at first and would’ve felt betrayed, but he would have been over it by now. He knows he is moping around, irritated at everything and everyone (even though that is how he usually acts). It is because he doesn’t want Hoseok to leave, they do their jobs better when they work together. They have their history. And now, Jungkook will have to get a new partner and he is not particularly happy about that.
,,Who am I getting? Is it Irene? Jaebum? Please, don’t tell me it’s that weirdo Yugyeom from – “
,,The Chief told me they hired someone new.” Hoseok buts in, crossing his arms over his chest.
Jungkook finally turns his head to look at him, this can’t be happening. ,,Don’t tell me it’s a newbie.”
Hoseok starts grinning like he’s been anticipating this. He is clearly enjoying making Jungkook sweat. ,,Fresh from the academy.”
Jungkook lets out a loud groan as his arm meets the nearby metal cupboard. The cupboard shakes and a few things fall to the floor. He swiftly picks them up, not wanting to make a mess. He thought today’s coffee will be his biggest problem but turns out that Hoseok was keeping Jungkook’s worst nightmare away from him.
,,Hey! Calm the fuck down! You’ll wake up the dead.” The coroner says sternly before chuckling at his own joke. Hoseok and Jungkook just look at each other, used to Kim Seokjin’s bad attempts at humor, before looking at the dead victim and frowning.
It’s time to do their jobs now.
SMPA
Homicide department
8:56 AM
,,Jeon,” Jungkook looks up from Kim Jiwoo’s medical history and his eyes fall on the Chief of his department unit. Bang Si-Hyuk. The man is at the beginning of his fifties and has been Jungkook’s boss for three years. Si-Hyuk is not very talkative and sensitive, but for someone so closed off, he smiles a lot. That's what Jungkook likes about him. They have a strictly business and direct relationship, the Chief never had a big problem with him, and neither did Jungkook with the Chief. There were a few times he would tell Jungkook off for doing things he didn’t agree with but that was normal.
,,Yes, Chief?” Jungkook asks, straightening up in his chair.
,,Come in my office for a second.” The man says before entering his office and leaving the door open.
Jungkook glances at Hoseok who is sitting at the desk in front of him, searching through the files. The man doesn’t react or glance up, so Jungkook leaves it at that and moves his body towards the office room. He has an idea why the Chief is asking him to come to his private room. It is the talk Jungkook has been dreading to have.
He enters the office and softly closes the door behind himself. The Chief is sitting at his desk like usual, behind him is a window that overlooks the busy streets of Seoul. Jungkook has always liked the view from this room. There is an unknown man standing by it, partly overshadowing it. Even though Jungkook doesn’t know the man, he knows who the man is supposed to be.
,,Long overdue for you two men to meet since Jung is leaving next week! But here it finally is.” The Chief points at the unknown man with a wave of a hand. ,,Jeon, meet Min Yoongi, your new detective partner. Min, meet Jeon Jungkook, one of our finest if I may say.”
Min Yoongi is a man who wears a white button-up to work. All the buttons on his shirt are properly fastened. His hair is black and a little bit longer for someone who works for the police. He is wearing dark blue pants and on his feet are black polished shoes. He looks clean and seems like the type who likes to look organized and professional. It is a shame that Jungkook hates that type. He himself is wearing a black polo shirt with a collar, looking proper but still feeling comfortable for the work on the move.
The man holds out a hand and gives Jungkook a small smile, ,,It is nice to finally meet you.” Jungkook eyes the man’s hand, no rings, he notices. He takes the hand with a grunt and shakes it. Min Yoongi’s hand is cold, but his grip is firm.
,,Min will be working with you and Jung on the case.” The Chief exclaims and Jungkook lets go of the said man’s hand. ,,You’ll introduce him to the case and its’ details. I want you two to get to know each other better before you officially start working as partners.”
Jungkook hates this. He looks over at Min Yoongi who he notices is smaller and shorter than him, and sees the man nodding his head with a smile. What a flatterer. ,,Yes, Chief.”
,,Was I clear, Jeon?”
Jungkook must bite his tongue for this, ,,Yes, Chief.”
,,Go off then.”
Jungkook leaves the office room, not looking back to see if the other man is following him. He is grunting loudly, and other people scattered around the department are looking over to see what’s happening. It's not every day that someone rushes out of the boss's office pissed off. He ignores them and goes back to his desk. Hoseok is looking at the man who is still standing by the Chief’s door, probably feeling out of the place. Hoseok, being the friendliest person Jungkook has ever met, waves the man over.
The new guy shuffles to their desks and Jungkook hears his friend introducing himself. The so-called Yoongi doesn’t say much, he is letting Hoseok speak for the both of them. ,,The Chief told me you will be arriving today but I totally forgot. We are working on a new murder case. Here’s the victim’s file. Read it and write down notes if you have them. I’ll let you and Jungkook have this one. After all, I have to clean the desk and my locker for you.”
,,Oh, no – “
Jungkook cuts the new guy off, glaring at his friend, ,,The Chief said he will be working with us. Not just me and him.”
Hoseok gives him the look, raising his eyebrows. ,,And I am letting you guys take the lead. I’ll still help, though.”
,,I – “
,,I’ve seen her before.” The new guy interrupts them, looking at the picture of Kim Jiwoo attached to the file in his hands. ,,She’s an actress or something.”
Jungkook grunts in reply. ,,A model.” The man’s lips form a pout as he reads the details of the case. He looks young, like someone who just finished the university.
,,Some loser could have fantasized about a relationship with her.” Hoseok points out, ,,Like Mark David Chapman with John Lennon.” He hums, nodding his head.
,,Have you talked to her family?” Yoongi asks, closing the file. His eyes meet Jungkook’s for a second before looking at Hoseok instead. The man has the eyes of a cat. It’s weird.
,,We were planning to.” Hoseok tells him, ,,I’ll find out about her last whereabouts while you two meet the parents.”
Jungkook frowns at his friend while the new guy nods his head, satisfied, ,,Sure, let’s do that.”
SMPA
Parking lot
9:33 AM
,,We are taking my car.” Jungkook mumbles as he toys with the car’s keys. Min Yoongi is standing too close to his liking as they ride the elevator to the underground parking lot. The man’s shoulder is briefly touching his arm. Jungkook notices that the man is not wearing a cologne but still smells like a mix of vanilla and honey. The man looks and smells soft, and Jungkook is sure that is not good for a job like this.
The elevator stops and Jungkook takes the lead, walking to his dark grey BMW that is parked a few feet away. He bought the car recently, only a few months ago. It is not the car of his dreams but with the job’s okayish payment and Hoseok’s constant nagging to get a better vehicle, he relented. He is normally a fan of sports cars and speed. But he guesses the car he bought is also ok.
Jungkook doesn’t bother buckling himself up, but he hears the other man doing so. He didn’t expect anything less from him, so he isn’t surprised. The man seems like a person who follows everything in the rulebook. The radio starts playing as he starts to car and Yoongi flinches, his hand going over his chest. Jungkook has to fight a smile.
They sit in the silence of the music as Jungkook drives while Yoongi looks out through the car window. No one bothers to make useless small talk and Jungkook is glad for the first time that day.
Around twenty minutes later, they arrive at the family home in the suburbs. The house doesn’t look much pricey for the neighborhood, but the yard looks taken care of. The grass looks like someone mows it every other week. The people, the parents of the dead Kim Jiwoo, who meet them are red-faced due to the crying. The husband is holding onto his wife, helping her stand on her feet as she sobs her heart out. Jungkook hates this part of the job, meeting the families or friends of the dead victims. He is not good at comforting the crying and mourning people. Jungkook can only imagine the terror they both must have felt when they got the call and when they had to go identify their dead daughter. He doesn’t wish that pain on anyone.
,,Who did this?” The woman asks once she settles down in an armchair. Her husband stands by her, giving her the tissue.
Jungkook is standing in front of them, he hears his new partner shuffling beside him. ,,At this point, it is still unknown.”
,,Why her? Why my baby?”
,,These things happen everywhere. Especially at night, with a minor.” Jungkook points out even though his words don’t mean much to the parents. It won’t change the fact that their daughter is dead. He will also never understand how parents can let their children be out on their own so late in the night. ,,But still, we are very sorry for your loss.”
,,Velvet was old for her age.” The husband snaps, wincing at his use of the past tense. Jungkook sees Yoongi moving in the corner of his eye. The man is looking at the pictures scattered on the wall.
,,Velvet? Wasn’t her name Jiwoo?”
,,We changed it.”
,,It's a trademark.” The wife finally says something, her tone is sharp. She is not looking at anyone but instead down at the bright purple carpet. Her hands are gripping the used wet tissue.
,,When did you last see her?”
,,I dropped her off at the shoot around six o'clock.” The husband says, her hand resting on his wife’s hair.
,,And then what?” Yoongi comes back to stand beside him, still not saying anything.
,,They don't like parents hanging around.”
,,I should've called her.’’ The wife shakes her head, raising her tissue to dampen the corners of her eyes. ,,My beautiful daughter.’’ She cries.
,,She wanted to become something. And I would do anything for her. Her agent said I shouldn't worry. And I trusted her.’’ The husband scowls, clearly not happy with himself or his decisions. He proceeds to tell them how his daughter first started in small commercials and would shoot for teen magazines before finally getting roles in dramas. Her roles weren’t big, but they helped her become recognizable.
,,Who is this agent?”
,,Chelsea something. I don’t remember her last name.” A foreigner, Jungkook notices, glancing over at Yoongi who is looking at the shaken parents. His face is full of empathy and pity, it looks as if he would prefer to approach a crying woman and comfort her. Jungkook thinks that this kind of sensitivity, once again, is not good. If Hoseok was here, he would ask good questions and offer his insight. There is no use of Yoongi if he will stand beside him and do nothing. Jungkook can work alone then.
Jungkook asks them a few more questions as to who they think would hurt their daughter, how many friends she had, and how she acted for the last couple of days. Kim Jiwoo apparently didn’t have enemies and had a handful of friends who wouldn’t ever turn on her. She liked to go out. The fame she was slowly climbing to was a people magnet and she loved it. She has been acting like herself but her mother notes that their daughter had been anxious about something, but she didn’t want to ask her because she is convinced it was due to the pressure of going to audition for a new role.
Jungkook thanks them and he and his new partner leave them be.
,,You know you are allowed to talk?” Jungkook says as the starts the car. The radio starts playing again but unfortunately for Jungkook, Yoongi doesn’t flinch this time.
,,I know.” Yoongi buckles up, looking at him, his pale hands resting on his thighs.
,,I want my partner to be involved in the case. I don't want you to be silent next to me like a calf, you know? Hoseok and I have an equal relationship. He asks questions, I ask questions! We need to complement each other and work together. It’s the only way.”
Yoongi doesn’t say anything at that, looking through the window as the car moves. Jungkook eyes him, having enough of the silence but he doesn’t say more. If the new guy wants to play the silent game, he can play the silent game. Hell, he will win the silent game!
Jungkook’s phone starts ringing and he curses, his hand moving to grab the phone he threw by the cursor. ,,Jeon,” He hasn’t checked who was calling him.
,,Hey, it’s Hoseok. I found some information about Kim Jiwoo’s whereabouts last night. She was shooting for a teen magazine at 27th Street. I got the names of 12 others that were at that shoot.”
Jungkook doesn’t bother putting him on speaker, the silent game has officially started. ,,That’s great. Her parents mentioned an agent. Her name’s Chelsea.”
,,Yes, Chelsea Smith.” Hoseok snorts, ,,Fake name for sure! I checked her in the database and nothing, nada. I have her address, though. How are the parents?”
,,They are grieving but I don’t think they are involved in her death.” He doubts the crying and mourning were fake or too much. They seem like the type of parents who really loved their child and wouldn’t purposely put her in the arms of danger.
,,How’s the fresh meat?”
Jungkook side-eyes Yoongi who doesn’t react, thankfully not hearing Hoseok on the other line. ,,Okay. Talk to you later, yeah? Also, check in with Seokjin about the lab results!” He doesn’t wait for the other man’s reply, hanging up and throwing his phone to the backseat.
,,We should go talk to her agent but lunch first.”
Hangang Park
12:13 PM
Jungkook sits on the park bench, munching on his ham, cheese, and egg sandwich. Since he is rarely at home and therefore almost never cooks, he often buys something to eat. He thinks it's unhealthy, but he's in the gym and on the move every day, so he doesn't really care. A sandwich, ramen, or some type of fast food is part of his everyday life. Sometimes he and Hoseok sit down in a restaurant, but since it takes a lot of time and time is the most important part of their job, they rarely do it.
Hoseok is sitting next to him, eating a BBQ chicken sandwich, one of his favorites.
,,He is quiet, doesn’t say much. Fuck that, he hasn’t said anything.” Jungkook shakes his head before diving in to take another bite. He chews while speaking up again, ,,I don’t think we will be good partners.” He drove Yoongi back to SMPA after their (it was more of a Jungkook’s) interview with Kim Jiwoo’s parents, not really caring where or with who the man will spend his lunch.
,,You don’t know him yet.” Hoseok is right but Jungkook doesn’t have a time to get to know his new partner. They should solve the case first, but Yoongi is getting in a way of doing that.
,,Be good to him,” Hoseok adds, there is a BBQ sauce around the corners of his mouth but Jungkook won’t tell him that. Let the man look like a fool since he kept Jungkook in the dark about his transfer to another unit. ,,Have you downloaded the app I told you about?”
Jungkook groans. Hoseok had told him last week about some dating app his other friend had installed. And now he wants Jungkook to download it too. Apparently, it is quite anonymous, which Jungkook likes, but he is not the type for such things. He doesn't even remember the last time he went on a date. It was almost a year ago for sure, dating and serious relationships are not for him. He's more of a one-night stand guy, but even that he rarely does because of work.
,,No! I told you I’m not interested.”
,,Why not? You don’t have to show your face.” Hoseok places the wrapper on the bench before taking out his phone. ,,Look, you put your interests in. Attach some body pics I know for a fact that you have! Then filter your type by search and you’re good to go!” He shows him step by step, acting too amused by it.
,,If I download it, will you finally leave me alone?” Jungkook deadpans, not really caring. Hoseok happily nods his head, making grabby hands at his friend. Jungkook gives him his phone and lets him make his profile.
,,See, I knew you were full of sexy body shots!”
,,Fuck off!”
27th Street
01:44 PM
After meeting with Yoongi at SMPA where the new guy was eating some type of seafood salad at Hoseok’s desk and after Jungkook mumbled about the bad smell of it even though Hoseok tried to convince him it smelled just fine, the two new partners decided to go meet and interview Kim Jiwoo’s agent.
Yoongi still hasn’t said a word to him, and didn’t even bat an eyelash when he heard Jungkook’s obvious nagging about his food. The guy is tough to crack. He follows Jungkook into the studio at 27th street, his eyes glazing around the space, taking it all in.
Jungkook shows his badge to the first person they come across and he asks to speak with Chelsea Smith. They wait for her by the front, glass door, shoulder by shoulder. The person who finally meets them is a white woman a little shorter than Jungkook and taller than Yoongi. She has blonde hair with thick bangs that are falling over her eyes. Her eyes are piercing blue and there is bright red lipstick on her lips. She is casually dressed and has a PRESS card around her neck. She is quite thin, but that is not strange for this kind of work, where being so thin is unfortunately desirable.
,,Chelsea Smith?” Jungkook asks, showing his badge. ,,Jeon Jungkook and Min Yoongi from SMPA. We’d like to ask you a couple of questions about Kim Jiwoo.” He says in Korean, not sure if the woman will understand him or not.
The woman blinks, nodding her head. ,,I heard about what happened.” She speaks Korean fluently but with a hard and funny accent. ,,All of my girls are afraid to go out. It is bad for business.”
Jungkook wants to scoff, the girl is dead for fuck’s sake. ,,You were her chaperone Monday night?”
Chelsea Smith scowls, clearly feeling offended. ,,Her chaperone? I handle over 150 models.”
,,All of them minors?” A voice beside Jungkook asks, it is Yoongi finally doing something. Jungkook glances at him, the new guy has his hands in his grey coat, before looking at the agent who looks like she is ready to pounce them.
,,I don't fire them on their 18th birthdays.” She snaps, glaring at Yoongi who doesn’t even react to her tone.
,,Was Jiwoo the lead?”
,,Velvet? Yes. But there were eight other girls on the shoot. I went to the set and then left.”
,,What time was that?” Jungkook asks and the agent replies, ,,About 10:00.” He wonders what her motive would be. Jealousy? But at what?
,,The doctor also said Jiwoo was using amphetamines. Do you know anything about that?”
The woman blinks at him, her face natural. ,,No.” Either she is lying or she wasn’t really interested in the lives of her models.
,,Who was in charge after you left?” Yoongi asks and she turns her head towards him, kind of looking down at him. Chelsea is trying to intimidate him, but it is not working.
,,In charge in what sense?” The agent tilts her head to the side, taking out a phone from her back pocket.
,,You had underage models working after midnight. Who was in charge?” Yoongi asks his tone even. He is patient, Jungkook has to give him that.
,,I suppose the photographer, Yu Kang-Dae.” Great, one new suspect on the list and one more person to interview.
Chelsea starts clicking and typing on her phone, clearly done with them. Jungkook raises his eyebrows, ,,Sorry, are we boring you?” He muses.
The agent doesn’t look up from her phone as she says, ,,A little. This is a huge business, Detective. The girls will do whatever it takes to get where they want to be.” Such a huge business made by a person with an obvious fake identity. Jungkook is ready to ask her about that, about her suspicious name but Yoongi beats him to it.
,,That includes killing and raping?” Apparently his new partner is quick on the tongue. Jungkook has to admit he likes it.
The agent scoffs, ,,Please!” She continues typing and Jungkook is ready to wrap it up, not having any more patience for her.
,,Thank you for your time. We’ll be in touch.”
,,Mhm…”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, moving to open the door of the studio but he stops when he hears Yoongi speak, ,,One more question, Miss Smith. What kind of car do you drive?” Jungkook can’t believe he forgot about that.
She finally looks up from her phone, tilting her head. ,,An Acura.”
,,Color?”
,,White, why?”
,,Just asking.”
And with that, they leave.
,,That last one was a good question. I forgot about the car part.” Jungkook says once they settle in his car. Yoongi hums in reply.
,,We should interview the photographer.” He adds, glancing at his new partner who nods his head, looking through the window.
Jungkook lets out a dry chuckle, ,,You really don’t like talking to me, huh?” He isn’t glad about the fact he’s got a new partner and he knows the whole situation is a load of shit but Yoongi could at least give him something to work with since Jungkook is really trying his best to be civil and patient with him.
Yoongi sighs, his hands gripping his thighs. ,,I’m not good with new people.” He looks nervous.
,,What? You were doing just fine with that agent back there.”
The new guy shakes his head but doesn’t say anything else. Jungkook rolls his eyes, he tried, and he has had enough. The guy is obviously incapable to communicate.
,,Fine, be that way.”
They arrive at SMPA around four o’clock in the afternoon, later than Jungkook hoped they would. Hoseok already left home and his desk was cleaned up from his personal and work stuff. He left a note for Yoongi who read it with a smile before sitting down at his new desk.
Jungkook tried to ignore him even though it was hard since their desks were touching and facing each other. He settled on doing the paperwork and writing down the agent’s and parents’ testimonies. The case definitely has more depth to it, and they will continue working on it tomorrow. They should interview the photographer first in the morning.
The detective continues working for an hour and a half before deciding to go home. There’s no point in overdoing it and he wants to hit the gym later so he should probably take a nap. His new partner stays after Jungkook leaves, not neither of them bidding goodbye.
After coming home and taking an hour's nap, Jungkook feels less irritated by today’s day. He shouldn’t let any little thing bother him. He checks his phone for new messages and sees he has around ten new notifications that say You have a match! That stupid dating app. He clicks on one of the notifications and the app opens.
Jeon Jungkook, 26, Seoul. Interests: gym, music, festivals, dogs, twinks. Jungkook will definitely kill Hoseok for this. There are attached pictures of his naked or half-naked body, mostly the pictures he took at the gym or after showers. Since he doesn’t have any type of social media, they are usually his booty call pictures.
He scrolls through his matches (Hoseok swiped right at some guys and girls he thought were cute at the lunch) that consisted of men and women who weren’t his type. They also had pictures of their bodies or faces that were covered with face masks. Jungkook clicks on the matching icon, and he might as well see what kind of people are using the app.
He swipes left when he comes across bearded men or women who look younger than him, but he finally swipes right when a selfie that is taken from the bottom angle pops out. The picture shows a male person wearing a tight black T-shirt. His pale neck is visible, and half of his face is covered with a black mask. There is also a picture of his dog and another picture of his covered upper body. The man is called Suga (fake, of course, Jungkook himself is called a Golden Boy). He is twenty-nine years old and from Daegu. His interests are music, concerts, dogs, documentaries, and sleeping. Jungkook thinks the profile seems genuine, so he swipes right without a thought. Not even a second later, a headline that says You have a match! pops out on his screen. Suga had also swiped right at him.
And what now? Is Jungkook supposed to send him a message or what? He decides to do it so he clicks on the messages icon and slides into Suga’s profile. Not wanting to be corny or make a fool of himself, Jungkook will play it smoothly.
Golden Boy
Hey
Your dog is cute
Not waiting for a reply, he leaves the comfort of his bed and goes to pack for the gym. And hours later when arrives home all tired, stinky, and wet, there is a message waiting for him.
Suga
Hey
Thank you
You’re not bad yourself