01; Diss

With dark, tousled hair worn from extensive stress that between timed intervals, accommodated a hand running through the silken mop, Officer Park sat behind his desk tapping his fingers with the likeness of a deranged medical patient.

He had the off-white receiver pressed against his ear, and the slack yellow chord it was attached to hung dangerously low at his knees from years of considerable reach across the office. The desk from which it extended was littered with relatively empty files; report papers filled in briefly and slotted between the scattered manila folders amongst loose staples and brand new ball pens that refused to work.

'Thank you for your call, ma’am,' officer Park voiced smoothly despite his restless leg under the table.

'We’ll do what we can to attend to...'

'What do you mean? Aren't you the police?' the female – slightly crackly – voice on the other end said with a tinge of disbelief. 'I can't wait another minute out here! My poor baby's suffering in there and you're not coming over right now!?'

Officer Park breathed; his eyes shut for a brief moment to help him remain calm and collected. 'Ma'am, please understand we have officers on duty right now. Your case will be pending until...'

'No, no, no, I refuse to be pending. I need help, and I need it right now or my baby won't make it!'

'Ma'am, please calm down. I'll...'

'You'll get me assistance I tell you. I'm not ordering pizza here, I'm calling in for a public service!'

'We’ll do what we can as soon as we can, ma'am,' he smiled tightly. 'Thank you for your call and have a nice day.'

Before he could hear another squeak out of the older woman that had most likely called for the sixth time during the past hour, the officer slammed the receiver back into its cradle along with an audible groan.

'Rough day, Jimin?'

He looked up from between spread fingers; his hands pressed against his face in exasperation with elbows propped on the scattered police reports; and let out an annoyed sigh at the sight of his blonde colleague.

'Oh, Namjoon...,' he acknowledged; hands running down to his chin slowly in an attempt at peeling away his exhaustion.

'You can say that again. This ahjumma called in six times today – six times – practically demanding we send the friggin' SWAT team to her house.'

The statement quickly caught the older one's attention who cocked an eyebrow visibly. Piquing his interest, he pulled a chair beside the latter's desk and plunked himself into it comfortably; a paper cup of black coffee balancing on one knee as he leaned in to hear the rest of the case.

'Well, what is it?' he asked enthusiastically, shuffling haphazardly through the police reports on the desk surface as if to sieve out what he was looking for.

'A break-in? Foul play? Murder? Any weapons involved?'

Jimin scoffed to the older officer's puzzlement; his hand leafing through the small pile on his right as he brought forward a single sheet of paper and shoved it in front of the blonde. He leaned back in his chair again and watched curiously as Namjoon scanned the page and found some amusement in his senior's disbelieving gasp.

'Cat stuck in a tree? Are you serious?' he stifled a laugh, taking a slow sip of his coffee.

Jimin sighed for the umpteenth time. 'Why the hell am I doing this again...'

'Because you're reckless, Jimmy,' Namjoon responded, casually sipping his coffee again. 'How did you manage to get shot twice in the past two months in the field? Get one more bullet in your damn body, and you're probably getting kicked off the force.'

The younger officer gasped. 'At least I'd be doing something important and not sitting around with this baloney! Dammit, and we were so close to snagging that huge drug syndicate case...'

The blonde made a droning sound of acknowledgement before sifting through the papers again on Jimin's desk curiously; his eyes flicking over the case studies as he listed them one by one: 'cat in a tree, prank phone calls, school kid vandalism, ahjumma pickpocketing... dude, this . Like, seriously .'

Jimin's eyes narrowed at the older boy who commented the last bit with a smug smile on his face. He looked as if he were on the verge of internally combusting with laughter, but somehow managed to keep it in by the warning look the latter threw him.

'If that's supposed to make me feel any better, clearly it isn't working, Namjoon.'

'Well, hey, at least I can keep you up to date on...'

He paused; eyes following the racket that entered the police station. Almost immediately the amused look on his face turned upside down, and the officer across from him followed his line of sight curiously.

'Oh, rainbow poop at 10 o'clock.'

Jimin's eyes quickly snapped up in the very same direction, however he wasn't surprised by the amount of cheers and compliments that suddenly flew from all sides of the room at the new arrival in the station. The police members on call had returned from duty – an adrenalin-filled high-speed car chase, according to Jimin's sources – and the first to walk in was none other than the officer of the month: Kim Jongdae.

In fact, the smiling clown-like cop who was inexplicably admired and adored for all sorts of things had been officer of every bloody month ever since the lucky find he made at the harbour during his first year in the police force. He and Jimin had entered the same year, however luck had it that Jongdae reached the level of a star within weeks of service, whilst the latter struggled to simply keep himself out of the line of fire.

Thinking back on these things in that instance, Jimin unconsciously scowled at the sight. Jongdae was popular, alright. Popular for reasons other than just the extraordinary lucky find he made back then, but also because of what a charmer he really was. Even though Jimin felt disgusted noting such details, Jongdae was certainly one of those people who talked his way into being likeable, despite how many of his colleagues disagreed with him on the pretence that he was 'jealous', save for Namjoon.

In fact he could have laughed at the prospect. Jealous of Kim Jongdae? He'd rather be found dead than envious of that obnoxious fool.

The cop of the month's lips were spread wide into that jester grin he was well-renown for as he walked in dressed in full uniform; shoulders squared, and his gold police badge catching the light at a perfect angle like a saint blessing the room. It seemed as if the entire station and all the goings-on within it seemed to come to a standstill just to bask in his presence for a moment, and Jimin cringed at how bewitched they all were by the chap.

That was at least the case until the sound of a chair screeching snapped everyone back to reality.

'Yah, Freddy's frickadels...!' Namjoon's creative curse sounded just after everyone seemingly returned to business after acknowledging the popular officer's presence.

Jimin raised an eyebrow at the blonde before laying eyes on the deep black stain against the pocket of his navy uniform. Steam rose from the patch as he held out his coffee in one hand and used the other to hover over the area in disbelief.

'I just got this dry cleaned yesterday.'

The younger officer was about to let out a snarky comment at that; his face now accompanying a bemused smile at how prone the former was of small blunders like these; yet he stopped short at the introduction of a new, overly confident voice that hovered over his desk. A voice that instantly made the two cringe visibly.

'Gentlemen,' Jongdae acknowledged; his thumb hooked confidently into the loopholes of his heavy belt.

'Looking good, Kim,' he winked at the blonde in approval, to both Namjoon's and Jimin's disgust.

'Park! Nice shirt. How's those cases coming along, huh? It's a pity to have you off the team, wasting your time away here with these phone calls... kind of makes it look like you're some office worker, eh?'

Perhaps to any bystander Jongdae's interest and concern for the latter seemed believable, yet Jim