INCOMING CALL FROM JIMIN !
ACCEPT | DECLINE

SEOKJIN : hello?

JIMIN : is this seokjin?

SEOKJIN : [ chuckles ] yes, it is, officer park. what brings you about to call me in the early morning?

JIMIN : ah, not anything in particular. honestly, i was just wondering if you had given me the right number. anyways, are you doing well?

SEOKJIN : i'm doing fine, thanks for asking. [ pauses ] i'm just cleaning my apartment to clear stuff up from my mind. i need to occupy myself with something.

JIMIN : [ hesitates for a moment ] oh, um, i'm sorry to hear. also, i'm even more sorry due to the fact that i couldn't find anything on min yoongi yet. [ voice softens ] i'm really sorry. i did my best.

SEOKJIN : oh, no, don't apologize. it's not your fault—and it's only been a night. i'd be more surprised if you did find anything in that short period of time. [ laughs ]

JIMIN : haha, i see. [ pauses as JIMIN does not know what to say or to bring up ] how's, um, the cleaning going?

SEOKJIN : [ holds the phone between the side of his face and his shoulder ] ah, it's been tedious. the living room is super dirty. it's cramping up my back. god. anyways, i don't think i can handle this much longer. i'll call you back when i have the time.

JIMIN : oh, alright. have a good day, then.

SEOKJIN : bye.

JIMIN : [ CALL ENDED : 4:59 ]

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as jimin ended the call, seokjin sighed as he set down his phone on the couch. he rested the vacuum against the wall, briefly stretching his arms and cracking his back before reaching out for it again.

jeongguk wasn't here, and if he was, he would probably be helping him, but for now, it seemed like a one man's job. seokjin wondered if he could get anything done in this time.

seokjin walked over the the entrance of jeongguk's room that he had rented out. "might as well clean out the whole house while i'm at it, honestly," he spoke to no one in particular—possibly the wall—but he knew that nobody would listen to him anyway. they never did.

he twisted the knob, but it wouldn't go any further than a quarter of the way.

"what the fuck," seokjin breathed when he attempted to open the door again. "he was actually serious when he said he didn't want me to come inside his room."

he frowned, unwrapping his fingers from around the knob. he stared at the keyhole for a second, before reaching into his back pocket for his wallet in hope for a spare coin.

what was in this room that is so important?

"i'm home."