Jungkook the investigator

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Outside the window of the small shop, which combined a coffee shop and flower shop, the Seoul rain fell. The soft light of the lamps fell on armfuls of chrysanthemums and freshly cut roses. The atmosphere seemed quiet and peaceful until the bell above the door tinkled, breaking the silence.

Jungkook entered, removing his dark, dripping coat as he walked. His gaze immediately found Taehyung among the customers. Ten years ago, the investigator had seen this man in prison garb, pale and broken. Now, before him sat a florist, his hands slightly calloused from the dirt, trying to get his life back on track.

The man slowly walked up to the table where Kim was sitting, pulled out his chair and sat down opposite him.

"Hello, Taehyung," he said quietly. "Sorry I kept you waiting. Honestly... I didn't believe you'd come until the very end."

Jungkook clasped his fingers and rested his hands on the table. An expensive watch gleamed dully on his wrist. Jungkook's career had begun with Kim's guilty verdict. The investigator carefully studied the face of the man sitting across from him, searching for the features of the frightened boy he had personally handcuffed.

Prison had left its mark: Taehyung had changed, his gaze no longer holding the childish trust he once held. Kim's fingers, stained with pollen, trembled slightly as he held the cup of cooling tea. Jungkook felt a heavy, suffocating lump of guilt rise in his throat.

"You've changed," Jungkook added quietly, an uncharacteristic softness creeping into his usually stern voice. He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance. "But your eyes... they're still the same."