RUSE || Taekook

NINE || F4C4F4A5

Taehyung sits in his office, Jimin sitting across from him, snacking on a spring roll. Jimin leans back in his seat, crossing his legs on the desk.

Taehyung goes through various suspicious scans Jimin spent the entire night with while Jimin watches, amused as Jungkook stands outside the bathroom, dying his hair red in the mirror.

"Why isn't he just standing inside the bathroom?" Jimin asks, one side of his mouth curled upwards.

Taehyung blinks and takes a glance at Jungkook, holding his gaze for a minute, "He wants the camera to see."

"This guy..." Jimin shakes his head, chuckling. He sits up straight, swallowing the entire roll down and picking up a few papers. "Why'd you give him the dye?"

"He asked for it."

"And you just gave it to him?"

Taehyung shrugs, "I don't see the harm in it."

"As a leader, you're supposed to show authority."

"Being in authority doesn't mean I should say no just because I can."

Jimin chews on the inside of his cheek and nods, focusing his attention on the paper in his hands as Taehyung too, resumes his activities.

He didn't sleep all night, but that's not something he's worried about. He's been watching Jungkook all night and yes, the younger does, in fact, strip in his sleep.

Taehyung didn't pay attention. Staring at naked guys is always the last thing on his mind.

Last night, he couldn't uncover much from the facial scans but something kept bothering him.

"Jimin?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you watch the footage of Travis Barker and Jungkook in the restroom?"

"Yeah," Jimin nods, looking up. "Why?"

Taehyung frowns, eyes still on his laptop screen, "Travis lowered his gun before Jungkook killed him."

"Oh, yeah," Jimin nods, biting the inside of his cheek and looking at Jungkook on the television screen.

"Travis knew him. Can we get an audio?"

"Sorry, there isn't one."

Taehyung sighs and lowers his head, staring at his lap. "Travis looked like he trusted Jungkook."

"We can't say for sure," Jimin leans forward, paying attention to Taehyung now. "Maybe he just lowered the gun because he thought Jungkook wasn't capable of hurting him."

"Jungkook smiled at him."

"You think they worked together?"

"I don't know," Taehyung looks at Jungkook, pinching his lips together. "Why would he kill him, then?"

"Your boyfriend is a really confusing man," Jimin sits back, twirling his pen around in his hand, much like how he twirled his dagger.

Taehyung inhales deeply.

Jungkook brings his chair closer to the camera and stands on it, making sure the camera gets a full view of his face and sticky, red hair. "You like it, Cammie?"

"It's not even done yet," Taehyung frowns.

"Cammie?" Jimin snorts. "What the hell is a Cammie?"

"I'll take that as a yes." Jungkook steps down from the chair and puts it back.

"I think it's a nickname for camera," Taehyung says, a smile evident on his face.

"He named the camera?"