Wednesday morning
Taehyung sat in his armchair in the living room, drinking his morning tea and reviewing his latest case.
“Tae, why won’t you ever drink coffee for once? How’s a private detective like you supposed to get energy?” Taehyung’s roommate, Jungkook asked as he sat down next to him.
Taehyung looked up. “I actually sleep, unlike you, Officer Jeon.”
“Hey, it wasn’t my choice to work the night shift.”
Taehyung looked back down at his stack of papers, opting to change the subject. “So, anything new at work?”
“Yeah, actually. We’ve recently discovered this new street drug. Last night we had the tenth over-dose case in a month. We’re calling it the Black Death because nine out of the ten victims are dead, and the tenth one has been in a coma for two weeks with no signs of ever recovering.”
“Hmm…” Taehyung looked up to see one of his other roommates, Hoseok, standing in the doorway, wide-eyed.
Jungkook, noticing Taehyung’s gaze, looked over to the doorway. Taehyung pushed up his glasses and looked back down at his papers once again.
“Jeon, we need to stop discussing these kinds of things in the living room.”
Jungkook sighed. “Why can’t you call me Jungkook for once? We don’t even work together!”
Taehyung smiled and stood up. “Maybe when you stop being so rude to me and stop trying to shove coffee down my throat.” He left the room.
“Why does he always get so salty about the coffee?” Jungkook muttered. “It’s just a joke!”
“You do know he’s allergic to coffee, right?” Hoseok asked.
“Oh…he is?”
“Well I mean there’s that, and he absolutely hates the taste.”
“Hmm…well, I’m gonna go attempt to take a nap.” Jungkook got up and patted Hoseok’s shoulder before heading to his room.
Hoseok shook his head. “Those two…”
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Namjoon sighed as he walked into The Indigo Hotel. He didn’t really care for his job as a porter, but it was the best paying job available for someone like him, and he often got good tips. He wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do with his life, so he would have to get along with this job for now.
As Namjoon walked by the front desk on his way to the changing room, he passed a short, plump Columbian man with a handlebar mustache, who was dressed in the finest of business suits.
“Welcome to The Indigo Hotel, Mr. Rodriguez,” greeted the manager.
Namjoon stepped out of the changing room and fixed his hat on his head.
“Namjoon! Take this man’s luggage to his room!” Namjoon’s manager yelled at him. “He’s in the penthouse.”
Namjoon nodded and went to collect the luggage. The man approached him and pulled out his wallet.
“I have a few boxes of fragile items I need you to take up.” He handed Namjoon a W100,000 bill. “If anything gets broken, I’m suing, so be careful.”
Namjoon gulped and nodded before pocketing the money and carefully loading all the suitcases and boxes into his cart. He glanced at the logo on the on the boxes. It looked familiar, but he wasn’t sure why. He had probably just seen it before with all the CEOs from big companies they’d had stay at the hotel. He brushed it off and took the cart to the elevator.
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Jimin sat at his desk, typing inventory reports into his computer. He pushed his glasses up and tapped his pencil against the table.
“Mr. Park!” The section head yelled, making him jump.
He pushed his glasses up again. “Yes, Mrs. Choi?”
“Take coffee up to the boss’s office. He’s having a meeting with Mr. Rodriguez right now.”
Jimin nodded and got up to go make the coffee. After making it, he headed to his boss’s office. Jimin stopped in front of the office. He straightened his tie and sighed. He hated when it was his turn to take coffee to his boss. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. There was a moment before he heard his boss’s gruff voice.
“Come in.”
Jimin pushed the door open cautiously. “I have your coffee, sir.”
His boss nodded. “Come place it on my desk and then leave.”
Jimin walked over to the desk and placed the coffee there, before bowing to his boss and Mr. Rodriguez, and leaving. He shut the door softly behind him and walked hurriedly back to the elevator to head back to the bottom floor. When he got back to his section of the office, he was greeted by papers flying everywhere and two of his co-workers having a fight in the middle of the office. One of them grabbed a pile of papers the other one was holding and threw it in the air, resulting in more screaming.
“I TOLD YOU, YOUR DRAFT IS TRASH!”
“IT IS NOT! I CAN’T BELIEVE MRS. CHOI PARTNERED ME WITH YOU!”
Jimin waved his hand in between them, their faces inches from each other. “Guys, please stop fighting. We could all get in trouble if you keep this up, and besides, if you two hate each other this much you can just ask to be partnered with someone else.”
The girl snapped her head over and glared at Jimin. “Park, keep out of this. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
“Ms. Song, Mr. Wang, Mr. Park please go back to your desks and stop yelling.” Ms. Choi cut in.
Jimin sighed and cut in between them to go back to his desk, catching Ms. Song glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. He gulped. He knew how much trouble others had gotten in for messing with her. He hoped he wouldn’t suffer the same fate…
