Peaceful. His closed eyes show someone completely calm and in peace. The circles under his eyes are deep and purple as he hasn't slept well for the last five days. He breaths in the cigarette smoke filling his lungs with things that would possibly become cancer in the future. The last case Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok had was a drug dealer who held a lot of blood in his hands. A smirk spreads on his lips when he remembers the shot in the culprit's buttocks. He puffs the smoke off his chest.

The guy fell yelling over his own shoes. Taehyung wasn't cruel, but the amount of pain that man had caused through the years was too much to even be counted. Taehyung knows that the fight against drug trafficking hadn't even started but it's great to know there is one less, and a big one less. With the proof they had provided, he's sure Billy the Great, as he was called, will stay for a long time in jail.

He opened his black eyes matching his hair and brushed the hair with his hands. The undercut makes him look extremely honorable, which he is.

The door to his office opened and he looked up to see the chief of the police department. He was a bulky, paunch man as the years of beer and donuts took the best of his good looks.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had already been home. How was the last testimonial?"

"No problems." The detective sighs extremely tired. He stands up with the cigarettes hanging loose on his lips.

"You should stop smoking. These cigarettes will kill you, you know?"

"The sugar on your donuts will kill you too."

"Soft as a feather, aren't you?"

"Hoseok is giving his testimonial today and tomorrow. If you need me, text me. Tomorrow is Taemin's birthday."

"Yeah, Taeyeon sent me the invitation. I can't believe he's already turning 4. I saw him when he was just a little bean inside Taeyeon's belly"

"I'm leaving." He couldn't stay there and handle another story about life and death and how precious it is.

"You used to respect me, don't you remember?"

"I did. When you weren't a senile old man."

"Yah-"

But Taehyung waved his hand and left the office. He went to his car. His perfect car. If he had a relationship to be proud of, it was with his nice Toyota Camry. It wasn't the best of the cars, but it was one of the last achievements of detective Kim. He caressed the hood of the car and got rid of his cigarettes before getting in and taking a breath with that new-scent-like perfectness of the dashboard. He slid his hand on the steering wheel and grabbed it with joy. He drove it smoothly through the city.

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"I thought you had forgotten me." The blond man whines. Half of his body is over the table and Taehyung rolls his eyes. His friend is 29, a father of a soon to be 4 years old boy, and a baby on its way out, and still behaves like a little boy.

"Don't start with this Jimin, I was at work."

"You're always at work, that's why Baekhyun left you."

"It was 5 years ago, can't you forget that? Plus, I have something much better." He turns his head outside to show the nice car stopped shining at the sunset.

"You bought it!? You freaking betrayer! You said I could go with you to buy it!"

"You're never free."

"Oh don't give these fruitless excuses, you knew you just had to make a call," Jimin said, sipping a bit of his drink which caused his face to scrunch.

Taehyung raised one of his eyebrows in disgust as the drink had the color of a blended tree, the trunk, and leaves. "What are you drinking?"

"Taeyeon is on one of those crazy healthy diets for babies. I can't handle it anymore."

Taehyung chuckled, "I'm so glad she married you. I don't need to be her lab rat."

"Fuck you, Kim"

"Good Evening, Detective Kim. Here is your whisky."

Taehyung nodded in thanks for the service. He's come to this restaurant for the last seven years, and everyone knows what drinks he enjoys the most. He also knew he won some extra glances from a few waiters and waitresses, but he chose to ignore them.

"You know, all this alcohol isn't healthy"

"Shut up. It's better than this shit you're calling a drink."

"You're so boring, you should get a boyfriend as soon as possible. You know, there is this guy-"

"Stop right there, the last guy you introduced me to almost got killed."

"You didn't need to threaten to shoot him. He was just organizing your apartment. It's a fucking mess there. Every time I go in, it smells like feet. Plus, do you need to have a gun in every corner of your apartment?"

"Not this conversation again. I just said I would shoot him if he touched my stuff again, and he freaked out crying. He even tried to sue me, he was a drama queen."

"See? He was sensible and you say he was a drama queen? Why can't you be more emphatic? He had a good body and a right mind-"

"Jimin, He cleaned my house after we had sex, at late of the night. He wanted to throw my things away. He wasn't only crazy, but also a complete jerk. He just wanted to demand stuff from me. I don't hear Chief Cho, imagine him who immediately got me angry. - I don't even know why I accepted having a date with him, oh now I remember, you set that up."

"I didn't say you had to do him."

"You did."

The blond man opened his mouth to speak but his phone went off. He raised one of his fingers "It's not over, yet. Yes, baby."

Taehyung drank more of his whisky and rolled his eyes. If she called, it meant she wanted something. It was always like that in the past, and although she was his sister, for Taehyung, it was abusive-sh. He just hopes the favor is for Taemin so that he can do it with some pleasure.

"Ok, baby. I love you too." Jimin turned off the phone with a smile on his lips "What's this face?" he asked the detective who was shrugging his nose.

"Why so clingy?"

"You know what? That's why you don't have a boyfriend, you're as dry as the cigarettes you smoke. Let's go, I have to buy pads, milk and some of the food for tomorrow.

"Pads? Isn't she pregnant?"

He didn't get an answer as he drank his whisky in one go and followed the blond. Normal people would feel offended by those words and maybe think about their choices in life. But not Taehyung, for him, these small talks were false and held emptiness. He would never say it to his ex-boyfriend cause he was sure it was too much for their overdramatic brain.

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They arrived back at Jimin's house almost one hour late.

"I thought you got lost," She said kissing Jimin's lips

"Tae!" She hugged him with lots of love. He felt part of his cheeks getting warm. His sister was lovely. And that round belly with the protuberant belly button was the softness of his life.

"Hi," Taehyung said when she let him go.

They entered and kept the stuff in the cupboards while she kept massaging his melon belly

"When is it coming?" Taehyung asked softly. His voice was too deep. If he wasn't soft he could hurt her feelings. Blame it on her first pregnancy. His voice was just a bit louder that day, and she broke into tears. Now, at least with her, he tries his best to speak softly while she is pregnant.

"Next month. I'm so excited. We are trying to decide her name, we thought about Hyen-mee. What do you think?"

"Good."

"What about you? Have you found a boyfriend already?"

"I'm not looking for one,"

"Come on, Tae. You want to be alone forever?"

Taehyung sighed and was ready to curse when the voice of a small toddler reached his ears

"Uncle Tae!" The small boy made a beeline towards Taehyung and was fast on his uncle's lap.

It was only now that Taehyung smiled. That lovely smile only Taemin brought up. "Hey, champion. How are you doing?"

"Uncle Tae, I'm very good. Today we painted the sky."

"Oh, Can I see it?"

"Good evening, everyone." The room filled with a deep but kind voice, much like Taehyung's

"Good evening" all the people present answered. "Good to see you, son" The old man was in a wheelchair. He had a soft expression. He wasn't older than mid 50, but life went brutal on him when he was shot in the back and lost his leg's movements. He left the position of Chief and retired, leaving his partner and best friend in his place, Chief Cho.

Taehyung only nodded and watched his nephew run to his grandfather and hug him too. As soon as the boy got down to take his pridefully painted sky, Mr. Kim opened his mouth.

"Oh, son. I heard you are going on a date."

Taehyung groaned in frustration. "Jimin, can't you keep your mouth shut? I didn't even accept it!"

"Son, you need to hang out sometimes."

"Yeah, brother, papa is right. I know you liked Minho, but since the beginning, I knew It wasn't to be."

"I don't like the aura here, there is too much of 'none of your damn business."

"Come on, you must want to hang out and touch, and f-" Mr. Kim ceased his words immediately.

"Uncle Tae, my sky!"

It was chaotic. The sky was painted in all directions and there was a car and bushes, clouds and flowers everywhere, was there any ground there?

"It is a beautiful painting, Taemin. Did you do it by yourself?"

The boy nodded

"So talented." He rubbed the boy's hair, "Remember, it's good to be a great painter, but you'll need a true job."

"What's a true job, uncle Tae."

"Taemin, time to take a shower. Taehyung, don't kill his creativity when he's so young." When the boy disappeared through the stairs she faced Taehyung again "Get a grip and find a boyfriend. You need to fuck" She left.

"She's right, Tae. Every time I see you, you're thinner and more tired." Jimin said.

Before Taehyung could send them to hell, there was a message bip. He checked his Chief department message.

"Urgent, Kim. There is a missing Kid."

"I have to go." He bids his goodbyes and leaves.

"Jeon Jungkook, 23. Known as JK, a Singer. He was seen for the last time on Thursday night after the last concert of his Korean Tour"
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