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Hoseok's been sent to investigate a murder in a small town, where he meets you, trying to keep everything around you from falling apart.
Pairing: Hoseok x F! reader
Genre: Non-idol, police detective AU, smut
Rating: 18+
Word count: 4.4k
Warnings: Swearing, sex, murder, mentions of blood, non-graphic violence, investigative police work
Tagging: @lost-lospandos Here's cop Hoseok!
Hoseok’s had a long day, and it looks nowhere close to being over. He’s been ordered down to this one-horse town by his direct superior, assistant director Joan Kim, to look into a murder.
As far as he knows, Joan isn’t just in it to torture him, so there’s more to this than meets the eye. It would have been great if just this one fucking time Joan could give him the information instead of waiting for him to find it out himself, but he’s got to admit she’s consistent if nothing else.
He parks his car outside the police station, taking a moment to look in the mirror and wish he’d taken the time to change prior to driving here.
He’s wearing a black cashmere sweater, not a colour he normally wears, but his sister had convinced him he’d look suave and sophisticated for his date.
His date, a woman who took one look at him and called him for the cop he is and then asked nervously if he had done a background check on her. The date had gone downhill from there.
He hadn’t even had a chance to have dessert, and if he’d been a smarter man he’d have downed the rest of his wine to be over the legal limit for driving down here the instant he got the call.
As it is, he’s sexually frustrated, hungry and too fucking sober for this.
Hoseok forces himself to stop sulking and get his ass out the car, because the sooner he gets to the bottom of this, the sooner he can get back to his lonely-ass life back home.
He braces himself as he walks across the car park to the entrance of the station. Local detectives, especially in towns like this, are classically hostile to state detectives. He’s used to it, used to the sideways glances, the barely civil mutterings and today he’s on his last nerve.
The first person he sees as he walks in is you, and he almost walks right past you until you stand in his way.
‘Special Agent Jung Hoseok?’ you ask.
Hoseok nods politely because he’s got manners, but he’s already looking beyond you for the detective who’s meant to meet him.
‘I’m Detective Y/N L/N,’ you say, persistent.
Finally, Hoseok looks at you.
Usually, local detectives wear uniform in towns like this.
You’re wearing a slinky black dress and heels that make him wish your beautiful legs were wrapped around him.
He’s one to talk, in his black cashmere and dress trousers.
‘Sorry,’ he says. ‘I wasn’t expecting –’
‘Yeah, I was on a date,’ you say briskly, leading him to your office.
‘Me too,’ Hoseok says.
‘Yeah? Was yours going well?’ you ask, throwing him a friendly smile.
‘Not particularly,’ he replies, honest.
‘Mine either,’ you admit.
Hoseok wonders what kind of fool would mess up a date with you.
You brief him on the case whilst coffee brews in the staffroom across the way.
Hoseok clicks through the crime scene photos on your desktop as you give him the details.
‘The victim was a waitress at the diner down the street, a college student on summer break. She was found in an alley a few streets down three hours ago. The ME’s doing the post-mortem as we speak, but it looks like blood loss from multiple stab wounds.’
Hoseok’s waiting for you to get to the point, because so far there isn’t anything about this case that necessitates state involvement. Why is he here?
It’s like you can sense his impatience, because you say, ‘It’s the third murder in as many days, all the same MO, all young women in the street, all stabbed to death.’
Bingo.
Hoseok sits up straighter. ‘Three murders in three days?’ he asks, voice betraying his concern.
You nod. ‘Technically the last two were within 18 hours of each other.’
Shit. You haven’t just got a serial killer, you’ve also got an escalating pattern of violence. Hoseok doubts you have enough manpower in your force to deal with this, especially not with the time constraint.
He can feel the familiar rush of adrenaline through his bloodstream, the urgency of the situation finally galvanising him out of his sulky, sex-deprived, hungry funk.
This is where he comes in.
‘I’m going to need to make a few calls,’ he says.
***
Hoseok looks out of the window as you drive, street-lights giving him flashes of the town in between swathes of darkness.
So far, nothing seems to stand out about this place apart from the fact there’s a serial killer in your midst and that you’re the best detective he’s had the pleasure of working with in a while.
And it is a pleasure working with you, you’re smart and thoughtful and you don’t seem to have a chip on your shoulder about working with ‘the asshole from state’ as he’s heard himself charmingly referred to in the past.
You’ve changed out of your slinky dress into standard issue khakis and an oversized jacket, which means he can be less careful about where his eyes land when he’s thinking.
Thank God for small favours.
The first crime scene is still taped off, you look at him apologetically as you lift it for him to duck under.
‘My forensics team are on the way, so it’s good that it’s still taped off, for what it’s worth,’ Hoseok says, reassuring. It’s unlikely anything now will be admissible as evidence, given it’s a public location and he knows as well as anyone that a bit of tape never stopped anyone from going anywhere.
‘At least they’ll be able to spot the crime scene,’ you say, straight-faced.
Hoseok isn’t sure if you’re joking or not but it’s funny so he laughs anyway.
He puts you out of his head as he surveys the crime scene. He’s observant, he knows he reads a crime scene better than most. At first glance, there’s nothing that stands out here, the blood splatter on the walls correlates to the deepest pool of blood, the signs of a struggle fit with what he’d expect.
You tilt your head, secure in the knowledge you’ve not missed anything obvious in your investigation. ‘The next crime scene is half a block away.’
Hoseok falls into step beside you as you lead him to the next location.
He’s thinking, trying to put himself in the killer’s headspace, concentrating so hard it takes him a couple of seconds to realise you’re speaking.
He looks at you blankly.
You hold up your phone. ‘A call’s just come in – a domestic, I need to take it. Jungkook’s on the way but he hasn’t been doing this long.’
Hoseok nods. ‘I’ll go with you.’
‘You sure?’ you ask, but you’re already jogging back in the direction of the car.
Hoseok knows you’re still waiting on the post-mortems on the last two victims, and although it’s not ideal, without a lead, you might as well be answering call-outs.
You’re pulling up to the house, cutting the engine, when a loud crash resonates through the darkness.
Hoseok’s out the car, muscle memory from years of being a cop over-riding his natural instincts, allowing him to run towards the danger instead of away.
He’s in the open door, assessing the tableau in front of him in seconds. A man, grappling with an officer, a woman crouched beside an overturned table. Hoseok’s looking for any signs of children, and he huffs a sigh of relief when he sees none.
You’re already next to the woman, and although you’d been worried about Jungkook, he seems more than capable of bringing the man in.
Jungkook ushers the man into the back of his squad car, and gives Hoseok a suspicious look.
‘Are you the date?’ he asks.
‘Yeah,’ Hoseok says, before his brain engages.
‘If you fuck with Y/N, you fuck with all of us,’ Jungkook says, a snarl on his lips.
‘This is Special Agent Jung Hoseok,’ you say, voice exasperated. ‘Stand down, Officer Jeon.’
Hoseok doesn’t have any time to enjoy the flummoxed look on Jungkook’s handsome face because you’re slapping a hand on his back, hard.
‘Am I going to have trouble with you?’ you ask. Your voice is stern, but there’s the slightest twitch to your lips, like you’re suppressing a smile.
‘No, ma’am,’ Hoseok replies immediately, because he’s not a complete idiot.
‘Good. Let’s get back to the crime scene,’ you say.
***
The clock above the steel gurney shows the time as 4am.
Hoseok’s switched from coffee to water because his heart feels like it’s about to burst from fatigue.
You’re leading the discussion with the ME, a serious-looking man who introduced himself as Dr Kim. You’ve been calling him Namjoon, Joon even. It seems like you know each other well.
Hoseok’s wondering how well you know Dr Kim Namjoon. He knows he’s tired because he snorts when you say the contraction of his name again.
‘Joon’ and you look at him curiously.
To cover his lapse, Hoseok reels off the facts he knows, like he’s recapping.
Multiple stab wounds, most probably a right-handed assailant, tall, judging by the angle of the wounds. Probably six foot, like Dr Kim Namjoon himself.
Hoseok files that fact under things that annoy him about ‘Joon.’
As you’re thanking him, ‘Joon’ breaks into a smile, dimples flashing. He glances over Hoseok, as if assessing if he can be trusted to escort his precious Detective Y/N L/N safely at this hour.
Hoseok doesn’t falter as he meets his gaze. He’s not a cocky guy, but he knows two things. He’s a damn good detective and he’s good in a physical fight.
He realises you’re staring at him.
You put your hand on his arm, gentle.
‘Come on, you can crash at mine,’ you say.
Hoseok’s enjoying the feel of your hand on his arm so much he almost doesn’t notice when you say, ‘bye Joonie.’
Almost.
***
Hoseok wakes abruptly to loud banging. It sounds like it’s coming from the hallway, just outside.
Concern for you has him leaping out of bed, pulling the door open, assessing the situation.
He sees Officer Jeon Jungkook outside your bedroom door and takes two steps forward, looking past his large frame to check on you.
You’re standing in the door, and it takes a moment for Hoseok to regroup, because…
Legs.
You’re in an oversized, soft-looking t-shirt that comes to the tops of your thighs, which look so smooth and soft Hoseok’s got the urge to bury his face between them, use them as pillows to rest his head.
He realises you’re looking at him too, remembers that he hasn’t got anything on his top half.
He spends time in the gym, looks after himself, but he knows that’s not why you’re staring.
The scars on his torso tell their own story, one he doesn’t always want to share.
He’d spent three years under deep cover in Kyoto, Joan Kim had been his only contact with the bureau.
He owes her his life, and she owes him a goddamn raise.
Both you and Jeon Jungkook are staring at him, and you look oddly similar.
‘Are you related?’ Hoseok asks, as though it’s relevant.
‘Cousins,’ you say, closing your mouth.
‘There’s been another murder,’ says Jungkook.
‘Fuck,’ you and Hoseok say, at the same time.
***
The officer securing the crime scene looks relieved when Hoseok and you arrive.
‘Forensics are on the way,’ he tells you.
Hoseok nods and you both approach the body.
It’s another woman, dark-haired, lying face down.
That’s not what has Hoseok dropping to his knees beside her though.
There’s a ripple in the blood pooling around her.
You’re a step ahead, hand under her neck.
‘Fuck!’ you swear. ‘She’s got a pulse.’
Hoseok already shouting for an ambulance, helping you turn her over.
He works on her with you until the EMTs arrive.
***
Hoseok scrubs a hand over his face, phone pressed to his ear.
‘What kind of fucking incompetent idiot called it without checking for signs of life?’ Joan asks. Her voice is quiet, terse, chilling.
Hoseok’s seen grown men, seasoned detectives, crumble under Joan’s icy gaze.
He redirects her attention.
‘The medics have stabilised her, they say they can’t give us a time when she’ll be awake and lucid enough to talk,’ he tells her.
‘Any other leads?’ Joan snaps.
She takes Hoseok’s silence, rightly, as her answer.
‘Call in whatever resources you need,’ she says, hanging up on him.
Hoseok heads back to the waiting room, where you’re on the phone.
‘I’ve reassigned him for the moment,’ you say, referring to the officer who’d made the mistake.
‘I’ve been thinking about links between the victims,’ you tell him.
You bring up your laptop, pull up the files. ‘A student, a grocery store cashier, a librarian and a charity worker. There’s a superficial resemblance between them all, they’re similar in colouring, in their twenties. They don’t have anything in common. They didn’t know each other.’
‘What about where the bodies were found?’ Hoseok asks, considering.
‘Public places. Two in alleyways, one in a park, one near the canal.’ You rub your eyes tiredly.
‘Forensics put a rush on scrapings from under our latest victim’s fingernails, so far there’s no DNA match,’ Hoseok reports, checking his phone.
‘It’s a lead,’ you say. ‘He was sloppy with the last victim.’
‘Any leads from boyfriends, families, friends?’ Hoseok asks.
‘They were all single,’ you reply.
Your phone lights up, and Hoseok watches as you turn it over.
You notice his curious look.
‘It’s my date from yesterday. He’s been trying to get in touch,’ you say.
Hoseok frowns. ‘He knows you’re a cop, doesn’t he?’
‘He won’t stop calling,’ you say, absently, rubbing your neck.
You pick up your phone. ‘I’ll just call him and tell him to stop calling me.’
Hoseok watches as you get up and walk out to make your phone call.
He goes over the crime scene reports again, the interview transcripts.
When you get back, you’re frowning.
‘He wants to meet up later,’ you tell him, although he hasn’t asked.
Hoseok shakes his head, irritated on your behalf. ‘Is this what dating is like for women?’
‘I imagine it’s worse for women who don’t carry a gun,’ you say, matter-of-fact.
Hoseok thinks you’ve made a fair point.
***
The state forensics team haven’t uncovered anything new from their investigation. The DNA is still unmatched.
Hoseok’s spent the whole day reading reports, waiting for the doctors to clear the latest victim so he can take a statement.
It’s frustrating, to say the least.
Jungkook’s brought him some spare clothes, muttering something about ‘having the decency to be dressed when you’re a guest in someone else’s house.’
Hoseok had muttered something back about ‘letting yourself into someone’s house without permission’, to which Jungkook had given him a dark look.
You’d mediated by fixing dinner for all three of you.
After dinner, you’d given them both instructions to call you the instant they heard from the hospital, and had left to meet your date.
Jungkook had offered to go with, and it’s the first thing Jungkook’s said all day that Hoseok’s in full agreement with.
You’d rolled your eyes and gone out the door before either of them could stop you.
***
Hoseok’s trying to call you, but your phone keeps going to voicemail.
The fourth victim’s woken up, and she’s lucid enough to talk.
Jungkook glances at him as he signals to turn.
‘She’s not answering,’ Hoseok says.
Jungkook’s surprised. ‘She always answers.’
Hoseok’s got a prickling at the base of his neck.
Jungkook tosses his phone into Hoseok’s lap. ‘Maybe she’s screening your calls,’ he says, petty.
Hoseok gives him an exasperated look but tries using Jungkook’s phone anyway, pointedly ignoring the gym selfie he has as his wallpaper.
The kid’s cut, but that’s got nothing to do with anything right now.
Hoseok tries to keep the smugness out of his voice as he says, ‘No answer.’
‘She’s never not answered a call from me,’ Jungkook says.
Hoseok rolls his eyes at the pout in his voice.
The prickling’s getting stronger.
Jungkook pulls into the hospital car park.
‘Where did she say she was meeting him?’ Hoseok asks.
Jungkook’s back straightens at the note of urgency in Hoseok’s voice.
‘The diner near the park,’ he says.
Hoseok says, patiently, ‘What’s the name of the diner?’
Thinking about it, you fit the description of all the victims.
Down to being single.
Hoseok hopes to hell he’s wrong and it’s just that your phone’s out of battery, but he doesn’t think he is.
***
Hoseok’s out of the car before Jungkook comes to a complete stop. He scans the area, years of training kicking in, adrenaline pumping, heightening his senses.
He’s shouting, ‘Police’ before he even rounds the corner to the alley between the buildings, because he wants to be able to swear in a court of law that he announced himself before kicking the ever-loving shit out of the fucking asshole who’s on top of you.
‘Knife,’ you shout, and Hoseok takes a moment to be really damn glad that you’re alive, and conscious enough to warn him, before he’s disarming the man, shoving his face in the ground, arms behind his back.
Jungkook slaps handcuffs into his palm.
‘Check she’s all right,’ Hoseok grunts.
‘I had him,’ you grumble, before you pass out in Jungkook’s arms.
***
Hoseok props his phone up next to you so he has a reason for looking in your direction if you were to wake up suddenly, but he’s really just looking at your face.
You’re a little banged up, but you’re still the prettiest thing he’s seen in a while.
To be fair, he’s only seen junkies lately because Joan’s been a hard-ass about sending him to investigate meth labs in mountain towns, but still.
You’re beautiful.
Jungkook looks up from the selfie he’s just been taking.
‘Stop staring at her,’ he says.
‘Stop staring at yourself,’ Hoseok counters.
Jungkook rolls his eyes. His phone rings obnoxiously.
Hoseok glares at Jungkook as you stir.
‘Yes, auntie,’ Jungkook says, meek as he answers. ‘She’s fine. She’s in hospital but she can go as soon as she wakes up.’
He listens. ‘Yeah, the state detective is here too.’
Hoseok’s brow furrows, but before he can ask Jungkook to clarify, he realises you’re awake.
You’re looking quizzically at the phone propped on your chest.
Then you smile. ‘I knew I needed to worry about you,’ you say.
***
Hoseok manages to convince Jungkook to go out and bring back breakfast before you wake up the next morning.
He’s lying on his bed in your spare room, staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the paperwork he has to do, when you push the door open.
The bruises on your face are a little darker, but you’re still beautiful.
Hoseok thinks it’s encouraging that you’re just in a t-shirt.
He’s not sure if you’re wearing panties, but with the way you’re straddling him, thighs either side of his torso, he thinks he’s about to find out.
You put a hand on his chest, right over the scar from the stab wound he was dealt in a suburb outside Arashiyama.
Hoseok holds his breath as you trace over the pale furrow in his skin with your finger.
You’re looking at him.
Hoseok steadies you with a hand, and lifts his head to nip at your inner thigh with his teeth.
He curls both hands under your ass and pulls you forward so your core is right where he wants it.
Oh.
You’re not wearing panties, and Hoseok falls a little in love with you right there and then.
Your pussy looks so fucking juicy, right in front of his face.
Hoseok licks up into you, and you cry out his name.
He likes the sound of his name when it falls from your lips, the way you say it breathy, needy.
He kneads your ass as he licks up again. He slides a hand round to flick your clit, and suddenly you’re so wet he can feel it on his cheeks.
You’re not shy about rocking against his face, and Hoseok’s encouraged by how slick you are, how disinhibited your moaning is.
He wonder if he can get you to scream his name.
The thought gets him so hard.
He pinches your inner thigh, bites the softness of it, and you jerk.
Hoseok soothes you with a sloppy kiss over the bite, tongue swirling over the mark he’s made.
‘You’re mean in bed,’ you say, but you sound like you like it.
Hoseok squeezes your ass. ‘Get my dick wet so I can make you scream,’ he says.
You’re turning around, licking your way down his torso to the waistband of his borrowed sweats like a good girl.
You hum with pleasure as you pull his dick out, letting it slap against his abs. You slip a hand into his sweatpants, cupping his balls, and squeeze, so hard he almost yelps.
He definitely likes it.
You tongue the slit of his dick, swirling around his head, teasing.
Hoseok lifts his head to bury his face in your cunt, thumb pressing against your ass, hard.
You’re so wet you’re smeared all over his face now.
Hoseok hisses as you take him in. The angle’s not perfect, but he doesn’t give a fuck because he feels like he’s lodged so far down your throat he can feel you swallowing him down.
You pull back, and turn to look at him, saliva and his precum smeared over your lips, hair falling in your face.
Hoseok wants to see you covered in his cum, spurt it all over your pretty face, all over those tits that he’s neglected thus far but that he can’t wait to see.
‘Let me see you bounce on me,’ he says, voice coming out raspy because he’s so fucking turned on he can barely see.
You slip your t-shirt off, and your tits are as pretty as the rest of you.
You cup your breasts, flicking at your own nipples, and Hoseok already knows that however this ends, he’s going to try his damnedest to get you in bed again, because there are so many ways he needs to fuck you to make his life complete.
Hoseok nearly cums there and then when you hover just over him, and ask him, ‘where do you want to fuck me?’
‘Every fucking where,’ Hoseok replies, honest.
You give him a wicked half-smile and roll a condom over him, and sit down on his dick, which feels hard enough and hot enough that he’s worried he’s going to hurt you.
Your eyes are closed, and you sound like you’re enjoying his dick so fucking much that Hoseok pinches your nipple, hard.
You cry out, then your hips jerk, rocking back and forth and he realises you’re cumming, having an orgasm on his dick that you’ve only just put inside you.
Hoseok doesn’t tend to give a fuck where he is during sex. Top, bottom, upside down, he doesn’t give a shit.
The only reason he grabs your hips and turns you over, underneath him, is that based on how much you seem to be enjoying his dick, he’s pretty sure he can make you cum again.
Hoseok fucks into you, determined, rhythmic, changing his angle in response to your pretty moans, until you’re squeezing so tight around him he knows he’s nearly got you there.
You seem to like when he’s mean.
‘Hey,’ he says, hoarse, so close now he’s about to burst.
Your eyes fly open, and Hoseok pinches your clit, hard.
‘Fuck, Hoseok!’
Your scream as you cum again makes him spill so hard inside you it’s like an out of body experience.
Hoseok buries his face in your neck and floats until the ringing in his ears stops and the white behind his eyelids fades to black again.
***
By the time you both get downstairs, there’s cold coffee and croissants on the table and no sign of Jungkook.
Hoseok wanders in your living room whilst you heat up your coffees.
He rolls his eyes at a prominent portrait of Jungkook, a group photo featuring ‘Joonie’.
He stops dead at a photo of you with two people who look like your parents.
He yanks the frame off the wall and brings it into the kitchen with him.
‘Are these your parents?’ he asks.
You give him a funny look. ‘Yeah.’
‘Joan Kim is your mother?’ he asks, pointing with a shaky hand.
‘Assistant director Joan Kim is your mother?’ he asks again.
At your nod of affirmation, he lands on a dining table chair, feeling like his insides are collapsing.
You’re frowning at him.
‘Fuck me,’ you say, drawn out. ‘You’re Hobi?’
Hoseok feels faint.
‘Am I.’ His voice comes out croaky. ‘Am I going to get in trouble for fucking you in the ass?’
You look like you’re torn between amusement and horror.
‘Does my mother scare you that much?’ you ask.
‘She’s Joan fucking Kim,’ Hoseok splutters.
You shake your head, pitying. ‘Wait until you find out who my father is.’
Hoseok buries his face in his hands.
‘Who is he?’ he asks.
‘Kwon Ha Woon,’ you say, looking worried.
‘Supreme court justice Kwon Ha Woon?’ Hoseok practically shouts.
He gets up. ‘It was nice knowing you, Y/N.’
He makes it two steps out your front door before he’s turning around again.
You’re still sitting at the dining table, sipping your coffee.
There’s the faintest spark of mischief in your eyes when you see him.
‘On second thought,’ Hoseok tells you, pulling you into his arms, ‘I told myself that fucking you would make my life complete.’
‘It’s not the most romantic of propositions,’ you remark, letting him walk you backwards back up the stairs to your bedroom, ‘but I’ll take it.’
‘I’ll show you romance,’ Hoseok growls, pushing you back on the bed, climbing on top of you.
‘I’ll protect you from my parents,’ you promise, eyes bright.
From what Hoseok’s seen of you, he’s pretty sure you can.
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