overdose.

@adxyujin

He could do this, probably...most likely. He had already made his way past the woman at the front desk, all he had to do was convince the forensics department that he was from another station and needed their help since there was a terribly unfortunate spill leaving their lab out of use for the day, simple. He looked the part of a detective, or at least, he thought did. A pair of well fitting slacks that had been banished to the back of his closet long ago for a lack of occasion and a crisp, white button up shirt would at least get him in the door, and if they asked for a badge he’d just say he left it in his car and bolt. It was foolproof.  

The fact that he was surrounded by people who would love nothing more than to put him in prison for the rest of his life had his skin crawling, but thankfully, the forensics lab was a fair distance away from most of the action. With a curt knock on the door, Jongin let himself into the lab quickly taking in his surroundings. The lab itself threatened to steal his attention, but he was on a mission. He weighed his options as his eyes scanned over the scientists spread throughout the room before settling on a tiny brunette who by some miracle didn’t seem too busy at the moment. Jongin knew how to pick his battles, and she looked kinder than the rest by a mile. The lines of years of stress and sleep deprivation hadn’t settled into her face like it had the others, and he desperately hoped she was as innocent as she looked.

“Excuse me,” he grinned, catching her attention. It was a handsome, well practiced smile that had previously been reserved for award banquets and scholarship lunches, but now was as good of time as any to break it out again. “I was hoping you could help me, I’m in a bit of a pickle. I’m from the station out in Ansan, and we had a bit of an accident this morning putting our lab out of commission, and I need a sample analysed by tonight,” he explained as he pulled a small packet of white powder out of his pocket and placed it on the table beside her. “We think we’ve got a lead on who might be dealing, but we’ve got to find something more substantial to link it back to him. The guys back home said something about formulas and maybe being able to find markers or something that they could compare to his stash? Do any of those words mean anything to you,” he laughed sending her a small, helpless look, “because I am in way over my head here.”

@ad-yoongi

Jongin noticed something missing the moment he stepped into the building but it took him an embarrassing amount of time to put a finger on exactly what it was. The kid was missing. Technically, the kid wasn’t actually a kid, not really, but his baby face and general eagerness to please immediately classified him as one in Jongin’s mind regardless of the fact that he dealt drugs for a living. When he asked the woman meticulously weighing and packaging their latest batch where he was, she barely glanced his way as she said, “he’s dead, got caught up in a bad deal.” Jongin’s stomach dropped. It wasn’t as if he was particularly close to him, he didn’t even know his name, but each and every morning he would greet Jongin and offer to grab him coffee or breakfast, hold the door open for him, or anything else he could do to help, and now he was dead.

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“Hey, what are you doing?” Jongin asked pinning his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he blindly felt around on the back of his television for an hdmi port that he was beginning to think didn’t actually exist. He barely gave Yoongi time to answer before insisting that he come over and hang out with him. “I got us something fun to do,” he tempted glancing at the videogame console box that looked like it had exploded all over his living room floor. Jongin wasn’t sure if it was actually fun, but it was definitely a distraction and that’s what he was after most at the moment. He let out a small sigh of relief partially because he finally managed to plug in the cord but mostly because Yoongi finally agreed to come over. “Hurry, I’m not getting any younger.”

He had fully intended to have it set up and ready to go by the time Yoongi arrived at his door, but clearly, fate had other plans. From the second he entered his wifi password it felt like the thing had been in a constant loop of updates and restarts, but there was something nice in how trivial of a problem it was. This was the kind of thing he should be dealing with, the kind of problems he should have, not dead people. The stack of games that were precariously balanced on the edge of his couch tumbled to the floor as he jumped up and hurried to the door.

Hey everyone! I’m May~Technically, I’m in PST, but my sleeping schedule is a bit of a disaster thanks to a house full of old dogs who need to be let outside at all hours of the night, so I’m almost always around if you want to reach me! I’m so excited to be here and write with you all^^ so excited that for once in my life I actually have all my pages up?? Jongin’s bio is here, and I have a small plots page here, but if none of those fit your muse/catch your interest I am more than happy to brainstorm! I got a little carried away on his bio, so a tl;dr under the cut~