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The night reeks of fresh vomit and burnt fireworks.
Hours earlier, partygoers had clogged the streets for the last countdown of the year, towing lights and sparklers and an endless supply of beer bottles. Truth be told, Jungkook would've liked to be one of them. Maybe getting drunk off his ass in a crowd of grinding bodies, reliving his academy days. Maybe catching the eye of an attractive-enough, lonely-enough stranger to make out with before midnight strikes. Or maybe nursing a mug of steaming hot chocolate back in his apartment, dozing off as the new year slips in.
Anywhere but in the early hours of January 1st, racing after his newly appointed partner.
"Detective Park!" he shouts after the retreating figure. "Jimin! What's even-"
He sloshes through a puddle of melted sleet, wincing as he scrapes his cheek on a concrete wall. Despite his fair share of catching criminals, Jungkook did not sign up to sprint through a snowstorm on a barely healed ankle, hot on the heels of one Park Jimin, veteran investigator of the esteemed homicide division. Shining star of the metropolitan police department.
Satan and Sonic all-in-one, Jungkook thinks after crashing over a particularly tall fence.
Panic flashes through his mind as he bursts into an empty lot, but a rustle in the distance sends him running off again, lungs burning from gasping in the frozen air. He rounds the corner and glimpses a shadow leap across a row of bushes to his right. Jungkook follows suit, pushing through a tangle of branches and dashing out into the open.
Said detective leans on a rusting set of swings, exhaling translucent breaths. He glances up as Jungkook staggers into the light.
"I couldn't catch them," Jimin bites out. Before Jungkook could say a stumbled apology or ask what the fuck Detective Park, I didn't see anyone remotely suspicious, or anyone for that matter, before you took off running across the city without any explanation, Jimin bounces back onto his feet, fingers raking through his disheveled hair.
"We were on second avenue, right? So we should be near the shopping district right now. And the car was going-! Jungkook, your radio?"
A small hand whips out expectantly. Jungkook stumbles back but shoves his hands into his coat pocket for the item and deposits it into Jimin's waiting palm.
"Thanks," Jimin mumbles, fiddling with the radio's frequency. "Hoseok-hyung! Can you read me?"
A burst of static. Jungkook collapses into a swing, exhausted from a long night of breaking up bar fights and herding drunk people into public transit, all topped off with a grand foot chase.
He's on the verge of drifting off just as warm fingers touch his cheek. His eyes snap open to Jimin's worried gaze. Behind them, orange streetlights outline every sweep of his lashes.
"Is your face ok? Your ankle can't be good either-"
"Jimin! Sorry, this convenience store got wrecked and the owner's not here-" Jungkook recognizes the voice as Detective Hoseok's.
"A suspect just took off in your direction in a silver or white van. If you, umm-" Jimin spins on his heel to squint across the street. "Head towards central park right now you can maybe catch them, like now, and send me and Jungkook your location on the way and we can take care of the store. I'll call for backup."
Hoseok murmurs his agreement, and a car ignition crackles through seconds later. "Mind doing the paperwork for it too?"
Jimin sighs. "You wish." He hands Jungkook back his radio. "C'mon, a branch office can lend us a patrol car down the block."
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