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“jimin-ah, he’s ready to see you now” 

a blonde man stands from his seat, head high as his badge shines through the dim yellow lights of the police station.

“you’re sure this is all right?” he asks.

the other man nods, a look of worry on his face. 

“you can tell namjoon if you’re not comfortable enough to do this..”

jimin shakes his head. “it’s okay, hoseok-hyung. i’ve dealt with worse.”

the other man, hoseok, curtly nods and steps aside from the interrogation room’s door to let jimin in. he gives jimin a forced smile before he watches the shorter knock and gets let inside.

the room with the officers is narrow and darker than the rest of the station. jimin greets the other officers and looks through the glass to see what he is absolutely dreading. 

he looks through and see’s the chief, namjoon, sitting across from another man with cuffs on his ankles and wrists. the man’s hair is black in color and neatly brushed, parted in the middle. the prisoner outfit he’s wearing has short sleeves, and he can see the mountain of tattoos on his right arm. he glances over at namjoon for another second and watches as his expression is now hard, glaring at the person across from him. jimin’s eyes flicker from namjoon to the criminal- a wash of fear overcoming him as he sees dark brown eyes staring into his own.

“let me inside.”

one of the officers looks at him in concern, “the chief is still working with him-”

“namjoon can share soon-to-be prisoners with me.”

the officer doesn’t verbally respond, but instead presses a button to open the door from their side. namjoon hears the lock and stands up, muttering something to the man before getting up and exiting the room. 

“jimin-ah. he’s being really.. moody today.”

because he wants to see me?

“you never know what to expect from a person like him, joon.” is what he says instead. he feels his neck start to burn as namjoon smiles and lets him through.

“sound completely off, please. you know he always says more when it’s off.”

namjoon nods and gestures for an officer to play around with the settings. jimin walks inside, and hears the door close behind him, locked once again.

“is it off?” the man says. 

jimin doesn’t reply immediately. instead, he walks to the table and sits down where namjoon was. he stares the man in his eyes, and he can see a new scar on his cheekbone.

“what happened here?” he points to the area on his own face.

“hmm.. let’s just say someone decided to cross me. they faced unfortunate consequences.” the man says, voice as cold as ice. he barely blinks when he stares at jimin. he doesn’t like how he feels warmth in his abdomen instead of blood-curdling fear.

“are you admitting to a crime?” jimin asks. he places his hands on the desk and leans forward a little.

“fighting someone isn’t necessarily a crime.”

jimin scoffs. “why do you always make this difficult for me?”

“jiminie, you know i enjoy playing with you.” he cocks his head to the side, and jimin can swear he can see his smile from behind the mask.

“jungkook-ssi, you’re such a piece of shit.”

the man, jungkook, shifts in his chair a little. “i know. if i wasn’t, i wouldn't be in this chair.”

jimin stares into the man’s eyes. he’s trying to find a way into his brain, maybe to intimidate the criminal enough to spill some more details. but it’s impossible. jungkook’s eyes have a thousand mile stare and he never breaks. never slips up– until now.

“i’d play with you in another way too, but unfortunately i can’t.” he says, turning his head to the side

and it’s scary that he holds so much power over him.

“you can’t say stuff like that.” jimin grits his teeth.

jungkook looks back at him. “so let me go back to my first question you decided to ignore.” he leans in a bit and a bang is heard on the glass, a warning that jungkook should back up. 

he doesn’t back up though.

“is it off?”

jimin sighs, closing his eyes. “yes.”

jungkook rests his back on the metal chair. “so then yes i technically can say ‘stuff like that’”. 

“you know you’re most likely to get life in prison, right?” jimin asks. 

“if you can prove i did those accusations. but if not, then sorry beautiful but i’m not.”

jimin decides that this is enough for today. namjoon was right, he is a little moody. bratty, even. he stands up and cringes at the sound the chair makes against the floor and walks to leave the room.

“i’ll see you later, beautiful.”

“goodbye.” jimin dryly answers, holding the door open for two bodyguards to go inside to begin escorting jungkook back into his cell.

when he leaves the room, namjoon rushes to his side. 

“anything?” he asks.

“nothing, just bullshitting because he’s bored and wants someone to talk to.”

namjoon’s eyes crinkle as he laughs, but his laugh isn’t humored. 

“this is ridiculous, we can’t keep him here much longer without him confessing to something. it’s a waste of time and money.”

jimin exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “i know. fuck, this sucks. when he’s let out he’s gonna do something else, get other orders and he’ll slip again as he always did.”

“how does he do it so fast?” namjoon asks.

“i guess him and some other friends of his move quickly.”

“right.” 

jimin feels the bags under his eyes become heavier just by standing there. “look, joon. let’s just try again tomorrow night. maybe don’t give him any food or water for tonight, and he’ll start talking.”

namjoon nods and pats jimin on the back. the blonde starts walking away to go home for the night, anger and annoyance flowing through his veins.

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next day, 9:50 pm

before jimin steps into the interrogation room again for the millionth time of his career, he stops to think about how he officially met jungkook, and what led them to this moment.

flashback. one year ago.

it was normal.

at the gym. which is funny, considering jimin does not want to speak to a single soul when he’s working out. he was lifting weights, before a guy bumped into him on accident which almost resulted in the weights falling onto his toes.

“hey!” 

“oh, shit. sorry man! i didn’t see you there.” the stranger says. he’s wearing a dark gray tank top and black shorts, sweat beads falling down his face with his bangs sticky and wet on his forehead.

“uh- no worries..” jimin responds, trying to ignore the last comment.

for the rest of the night, jimin feels eyes staring in the back of his head.

a week later, he sees the same man running on the treadmill. 

jimin won’t lie, the guy was hot. and just like him, took pretty decent care of his body. 

so, he takes a treadmill two people away from the sexy stranger and begins running, putting his headphones in his ears. 

he feels the same feeling after a while, like someone is drilling holes in the back of his head. 

he turns around to find the source, and of course, the very attractive man is already looking at him. 

awkwardly, jimin smiles and waves to him. the man just smiles back, before he starts walking up to him.

“hello again, tiny man.” 

jimin raises a brow. “tiny man?” 

the stranger smiles, the piercing on his lip moving a little. “i said what i said.”

jimin feels his ears burn. 

“do you come here a lot?” 

the man nods. “i have to maintain a sturdy form.” 

“me too.” jimin responds. “uh- detective. you know, gotta outrun criminals and make sure i’m strong enough to protect myself and the people around me.”

the mans eyes widen, shining a little. though, his smile looks more forced now.

“oh, really? that’s interesting. well- thank you so much for keeping our city safe.” he bows jokingly, like he’s bowing to a king. “we need more people like you.” 

“yeah.” jimin laughs. “the city is going down to the dumps. it’s like the crime rate is increasing at a steady pace constantly.” 

“you’re right…” the stranger trails off, searching for a name. 

jimin catches on. “oh, sorry. i’m jimin.” the blonde extends a hand. “nice to meet you..”

the stranger takes it, holding on firmly. “jungkook. nice to meet you too, jimin.” 

jimin can’t seem to understand the look in jungkook’s eye. 

it’s like he’s searching for something, and he just found it. 

“i’ll see you around, jimin. i just remembered i have errands to run.” 

“oh, okay. see you later, jungkook.” 

and then, he’s gone. 

he doesn’t see jungkook for another two months. 

did he switch gyms? was he uncomfortable that jimin found him attractive? he might not even be gay, or bi, or into men in general. 

and then, on one wednesday night, he sees him. 

not in the gym, but walking right behind it and pacing around, like he’s waiting for something. or, someone.

jimin is about to go up to jungkook, before he sees another man walk up to him. he hides behind a building corner and peeks to see what’s going on.

the interaction between jungkook and the random man seems sketchy. but they’re just talking. 

he doesn’t even know why he’s watching this interaction. it’s none of his business whatsoever, he just feels drawn to it for whatever reason. 

he’s about to leave after a few minutes before he sees jungkook pull out a tranquilizer and poke the man in the neck. 

jimin’s heart starts beating fast. he doesn’t have his gun on him since he’s off duty, but he can’t just let jungkook get away with whatever the fuck he’s doing. so, he starts sneaking up and hiding through cars and trash cans, trying to reach the man to hit him in the head and knock him out. 

he know’s its going to be tricky. jungkook is taller than him, and way more muscular. and without his gun or taser, he’s at a disadvantage. 

then, jungkook turns around and takes his phone out, pressing some stuff on the screen and jimin takes this as an opportunity to try apprehend him somehow. 

he’s walking, crouched, closer and closer and then stands up, and brings his leg up and uses his strength to kick jungkook in the neck, hard.

the taller man gets hit and falls to the ground, phone dropping somewhere. he’s holding his neck, and turns around quickly, anger in his eyes. 

“what the fuck? jimin? what the hell are you doing?” he grits his teeth, and stands up immediately. 

“shut the fuck up, jungkook. i saw what you did. remember, i’m a cop. you better explain now or else i’m calling my station on speed dial.” 

jungkook glares at jimin, stone cold stare that makes jimin feel terrified. 

“don’t do that, jimin.”

the officer laughs. “you’re guilty of something.” he says. “i’m gonna call my station, and you’re gonna get back down on your knees with your hands above your head, got it? or else you’re getting another kick to your neck and trust me it’s gonna be even harder this time.”

“okay.” 

jimin flinches for a second. why did he cooperate so easily? he doesn’t waste anymore time and fishes out his phone, almost done dialling his station with shaky fingers when he feels a weight collide with him and crashes him onto the rocky ground behind him.

he feels jungkook’s big hands grasp at his neck and apply pressure, his head starting to pound as he stares up at jungkook’s face, watching the man choke him to death. the sounds coming out of his throat struggle, and he tries to use all his strength to scratch and push the man off of him but the fight is slowly leaving his body. 

his vision is blurry, and then all of a sudden, the pressure is gone. jungkook is still on top of his body, leaning into him but his hands are only just gently resting against his neck as he coughs hard, trying to regain his breath.

“i’m sorry, jimin. i didn’t want you to find out. you just were at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

maybe he’s going crazy, but he sees a soft look in jungkook’s eye as his tears fall down and his vision is more clearer. he swears that jungkook also begins gently caressing his neck, but all of that ends when he’s grabbed again and slammed down onto the gravel, his vision going black completely. 

he wakes up in the hospital, memories fuzzy and in a lot of physical pain. 

namjoon and hoseok are beside him, both looking anxious. hoseok notices his eyes open first, and practically jumps on him. 

“oh my god, jimin! what the hell! we got a call from a number saying a man was assaulted and passed out on the ground and when the other officers got there, it was you. what the fuck happened? do you remember anything? it’s okay if you can’t; but if you do let us kn-“

“hoseok, enough . he just woke up.” namjoon gently holds hoseok back by the shoulders, letting the man sit back down on his chair.

namjoon turns to look at him. “jimin, don’t feel pressured to tell us what happened, but we’re so glad you’re awake.” 

he coughs a little, head feeling like it’s being split open. “t-thanks hyung. did the person who called you guys stay?” 

hoseok stiffens. “when we got to the location, there was no one there but you. your head was bleeding and we got you in the ambulance as fast as we could. it’s weird, if im being honest.” 

namjoon nods, running a hand through his black hair, stressed. “it is strange.” he agrees. “why would you try to help someone in need and then just.. leave?” 

“unless you’re guilty.” hoseok adds on.

“if you remember something, or someone, let us know.” 

and he did. he remembered the cute guy from the gym. the one that fought him so easily and did god knows what to that other man. 

but for some reason, jimin couldn’t bring himself to tell them that.

and the guilt eats at him for a little, but it eventually goes away. 

until there’s a missing persons report file on his desk one gloomy monday morning three weeks later.

and he recognizes the face. 

the man jungkook tranquilized. 

“what’s this?” he gulps down a lump in his throat as he opens up the file. hoseok looks at him confused. 

“what it says, a missing persons report. some guy named kim hyunbin. gym bro, senior in university and in a frat. he seems like he has a good life, i wonder what happened for him to suddenly disappear. his friends swung by his apartment and busted the door down when they heard silence, calling us and explaining how hyunbin hadn't spoken to them in a long time which was unusual.” 

i know exactly what happened . 

“anyway,” hoseok continues. “dispatch called, gotta go. do some digging on this, got it?” 

“yeah, got it.” he closes the file, smiling at hoseok. 

it drops when he exits. 

“fuck. jungkook what the hell.” he mumbles to himself. 

he isn’t sure what he should do. well, he knows. it’s morally incorrect to feel the way he does. it goes against absolutely everything his job stands for. 

he sucks it up and starts researching on kim hyunbin.

it takes a few days to finally get somewhere, but it happens. 

hyunbin is just like every other reckless victim. took out loans illegally that he knew he couldn’t pay back. it’s unfortunate, really. to do something that can be prevented so easily.

he’s been giving monthly payments to one of the most important crime leaders in the country, a man named min yoongi . it’s difficult to actually track the man down but he ends up finding him in an underground fighting ring somewhere in the city outskirts. 

a few tattoo’s on his arm, just like..

he shakes his head at the thought, and tries to focus on the task at hand. to get any information on kim hyunbin. 

jimin watches the fight, and flinches when he sees one of the fighter’s teeth get knocked out, blood splattering on the floor. 

he could secretly call in the officers from the station, but then he wouldn’t get any information on hyunbin. 

so he lays low, grabs a drink and tries to blend in the crowd. 

until a hand grabs his shoulder, forcing him to turn around.

“pretty boys like you shouldn't be here.”

jimin’s eyes widen. fear filling his lungs. 

“jungkook..?”

the taller man smiles a little, eyes flickering between jimin’s.

“shocked, beautiful?”

“i-”

jungkook raises a hand, taking jimin’s drink and sips it. he makes a face.

“really? an old fashioned? let me get you something better, pretty.” jungkook looks over to the bartender and puts up some type of signal with his fingers. the bartender nods and begins making a drink. jimin wonders what type of power jungkook really has. because he obviously isn’t some regular gym-goer.

“i’m not surprised to see you here. i know the missing persons report would’ve been filed eventually.”

jimin remembers why he was here. “what did you do to him?” he snaps, anger filling his veins.

a man brings jungkook his drink. there’s a lime on the edge of the glass. he takes a sip before slipping it into jimin’s fingers. 

the blonde is shocked at jungkook’s casual actions, staring at him like he has ten heads. 

“do you expect me to drink this? who knows what you put in it.” he pushes it back to jungkook’s broad chest.

“honey, i just took a sip. drink it.” he pushes it back to jimin and he decides that he’s done fighting.

he takes a sip, and glares at jungkook. 

“this is horrible.”

the taller laughs, bunny teeth on display. if he wasn’t some type of shady criminal, jimin would call him cute right about now. jungkook takes the drink back and starts drinking it. 

“answer me.” jimin says. “what did you do to kim hyunbin?”

jungkook smacks his teeth. “none of your concern,” he leans in, hot breath on jimin’s ear. “officer.”

jimin furrows his brows and opens his mouth to say something in retaliation, but a loud bell rings in his ears and everyone starts cheering. he turns around and sees one of the fighters emerge victorious, the one on the ground in a pool of blood, breathing very slow.

it makes his stomach churn uncomfortably. he’s seen his share of fights and drug rings, but for some reason the chill down his spine being in this environment makes him feel way more exposed and ready to be attacked.

when he turns back around, jungkook’s eyes are on his. 

there’s something about his eyes, that jimin can’t understand.

“so. if you want, i can take you to yoongi-hyung. you’ll get your answer then.”

jimin stares even longer, and turns to look back where he saw yoongi, the man was looking at them. 

he was in a death trap, and he had to get out.

“no,” he smiles bitterly. “i think i have my answer.” 

jungkook grins, “smart boy. run along now, i’d hate to have something bad happen to a cutie like you.”

he’s about to turn around and book it, but jungkook cups his face with his hand. “don’t worry, i’ll see you later.”

he finally turns, and doesn’t look back, ignoring the warmth in his belly.

the interaction is something he thinks about all day, every day. 

his answer on what happened to hyunbin is solidified. 

jungkook works for yoongi. hyunbin owed yoongi money. yoongi sent jungkook to get him. either jungkook killed him when he didn’t cooperate, or yoongi did.

so jungkook is a.. hitman? serial killer? possibly both?

when he puts all his information in the missing persons file and hands it to namjoon, he gets a laugh in his face.

“min, i love you dearly. but this isn’t a good theory if you don’t genuinely have solid proof that crime lord min yoongi kidnapped and killed kim hyunbin.” he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, handing jimin back the files. 

“you’re good at your job, jimin. find me a bit more evidence that min yoongi killed kim hyunbin and we’ll try for a warrant. the photo of a empty laundromat from a few months ago doesn’t solidify much. it’s just a location. unless, you can get us a search warrant for that place?”

jimin perks up. “that's a good idea. i’ll do that, thanks joon.” he grabs the file and runs out, making a few calls.

the next week when they search the basement of the laundromat, it’s empty just like the photo he showed namjoon.

jimin feels like he’s going to throw up. 

namjoon walks up to him, a worried look on his face. 

“jimin. you said this was the place, was it not?”

“y-yeah. look, joon, i don’t know how it got empty-”

“either they were really fast,” namjoon sighs. “or there was nothing down here to begin with.”

hoseok walks up to them, placing a hand on namjoon’s shoulder.

“chief, there’s no blood evidence of anything on the floor or the walls. or anything that could be a possible weapon or personal belonging of min yoongi and his gang.”

a pit grows inside jimin’s stomach. not only are the bad guys getting away, he looks like a complete idiot.

he can feel some stares at the back of his neck, and it burns in embarrassment. he turns around and leaves the building, going back outside.

“hey, jimin! wait!” hoseok calls out. he runs after jimin, panting. “i think i agree with what you said..”

jimin furrows a brow. “the illegal fighting ring? but you saw.. it’s gone.”

hoseok nods. “well, yes it is. but it is likely that they packed everything up and left. besides, i know you wouldn’t make something like this up.”

a smile paints jimin’s face. hoseok was always the kindest to him, even in the darkest of times at their place of work.

“thanks, hobi.” 

the two parted, going in opposite directions. as jimin slowly head inside one of the police cars, he could feel an uncomfortable sensation on the back of his neck. 

three weeks later. 

“there’s a dead body hiding in the cracks between rocks on the beach twenty minutes away from the station.” 

jimin jolts up from his stacks of papers when hoseok and namjoon barge into his office. he blinks, exhaustion running through his body. he’s been awake for over twenty four hours, trying to crack down on the hyunbin case. 

“could it be..” he trailed off.

“it’s a male that looks like hes between ages twenty one and thirty, according to the eyewitness.” namjoon states. “there’s a possibility, min.” 

“lets go.”

when they all get to the scene, jimin, namjoon and hoseok run to where a woman is walking around. she’s pacing in circles, and when they get closer to her she jumps up in fear. 

“oh- hello! finally. i saw the body over there..” she points to the right of her, where there are a bunch of huge rocks piled on top of each other right on the edge of the ocean. 

hoseok steps forward, a soft smile on his face. “miss, we’re going to have to take you in for questioning. please, come with me.” 

the woman nods frantically, walking over to stand right beside hoseok. 

“you two go check it out and i’ll get a forensic expert to help examine the scene.”

namjoon and jimin start walking over, slowly reaching over to climb above the rocks. it’s a little difficult to look for the body at first, but namjoon notices a pale, seaweed wrapped hand sticking out of a few rocks off to the side. 

the pair cautiously walk over, and both gasp as they see the body. 

a rush of fear floods jimin’s veins. 

“is this..” namjoon asks.

jimin finishes his sentence. “kim hyunbin..” 

“oh goodness.” 

jimin examines hyunbin’s body. he’s fully clothed and he thinks he’s wearing the same outfit that one night when he caught jungkook. 

that must mean he got killed not too long after jimin passed out.

he’s too deep in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice the forensic expert talking to him. 

“-i think the cause of death was strangling.” the man kneels down carefully, ghosting his gloved hand over hyunbin’s neck. “there are pressure points and bruising. i could try to get finger prints but i think there’s a big chance that the killer was using gloves.” 

jimin’s chest feels tight. jungkook was choking him out right before he made him pass out. if yoongi didn’t kill hyunbin, it probably was jungkook. 

“okay. let us know the results.” jimin turns around and begins walking away. he can feel the guilt start to eat at him. why is he protecting jungkook? he doesn’t even think he can answer his own question. 

he needs a drink. 

his need led him to be sitting down at a fancy bar near downtown after his shift ended. his blonde hair was slightly messy and he wore a flowy white blouse and black tight jeans with a louis vuitton belt. he has a few golden accessories such as earrings and rings. though it looks like he’s hoping to meet someone, he really isn’t. he just likes dressing nicely when he’s out or not on the clock. 

he’s a little tipsy as he sips on a manhattan. the music is low. classical. and the lights are very dim. he doesn’t even notice that someone sat next to him. 

however, when he hears his voice he notices. 

jimin slowly turns his head, and is met with jungkook. the man is ordering with the bartender before he turns to meet jimin’s gaze. 

“well, it’s nice to see you jimin.” he sports a cocky smile on his face and his tongue comes out to lick at his lip piercing. 

“jungkook?” 

the taller male laughs a little. “the one and only.”

jimin glances at jungkook’s attire. a black polo and black khakis. his hair is nearly done, a little bit of gel as his strands are completely out of his face. jimin can see his jawline on full display. 

“my eyes are up here beautiful.”

jimin glares at him, takes another sip of his drink. “you’re a dick.”

jungkook forces a frown. “that’s not nice.”

“you think you’re funny?” jimin snaps. “i know what you did.”

“what did i do?” jungkook asks. he takes his drink that the bartender is handing him and slides out a hundred dollar bill. “keep it.” 

“you know exactly what you did.”

a look of ‘realization’ blossoms on jungkooks face. “oh! you found our gift?” 

gift in question, a dead person. 

“ our?”

“me and boss of course. but you know.” jungkook leans in a little, his lips barely touching jimin’s ear. 

“i do more of the manual labor.” 

i killed kim hyunbin.

anger builds up inside jimin’s body. “i could call my station right now and have you behind bars.”

jungkook moves back and places a hand on jimin’s knee. he takes another sip of his drink and stares into jimin’s eyes. 

“beautiful, why would you bring a random, innocent man and accuse him of heinous crimes?”

“you’re not innocent.” 

“what did i admit to?” 

jimin pauses and grits his teeth. technically, jungkook had admitted absolutely nothing and his words were all up for interpretation.

“and by the way,” he lowers his voice. “i don’t have a criminal record.”

jungkook turns back to face forward. there’s a tv at the top of the bar

and he’s watching some soccer game. jimin doesn’t know why, but staring at jungkook gives him a warm feeling and he doesn’t think it’s because he’s tipsy. it can’t be because he just has a really expensive outfit on, right? and does he have a rolex on his wrist?

jungkook’s voice grabs jimin’s attention again. “you know jimin,” he turns back to the blonde, placing a hand back on jimin’s knee. this time, he rubs it slowly with his thumb. “i tend to get.. annoyed, i guess you can say, when i’m very obviously lusted over.”

jimin feels like he’s going to explode. “what? i’m not lusting-“

“ yes gorgeous, you are. and it’s okay. really.” he laughs. 

“because i can’t really deny that maybe i feel the same. though this is very wrong.. for you only, of course. though, i can make your lustful thoughts and fantasies come true if you’d like.”

jimin doesn’t know why, or how, or when, but he’s suddenly watching jungkook take out another hundred dollar bill and place it right next to jimin’s half drunken beverage and he feels a large palm grab his small one, and all of a sudden he’s outside and in a car.

by now he’s pretty sober. his heart is beating so fast. in fear or excitement, he doesn’t know. 

but he knows he wants this. he’s consenting.

and before he knows it, the car is parked outside of a tall and beautiful complex. 

he doesn’t know why he’s slightly shocked that jungkook lives in such a gorgeous place. he does illegal dirty work, why would he live in an average sized apartment like jimin does?

and he lives on one of the top floors, too. the elevator ride is quiet. jungkook is standing beside jimin, his shoulders resting a little higher than jimin’s. 

when the elevator door opens, jimin is greeted with an absolutely breathtaking apartment and view. 

everything is modern. gray, white, black all over the apartment. there’s a big collection of alcohol bottles near the kitchen island. jimin doesn’t have much time to look around before jungkook takes him to a room that looks like his bedroom. very dimly lit, but has the same color scheme as the rest of the complex. 

jungkook stands in front of jimin. he gently grabs his forearms and slides his hands down to grab his hands. 

“beautiful, tell me now if you don’t want to do this. if not i will send you back home.”

“i want it.”

jungkook smiles before he grabs jimin and pushes him on his bed. jungkook lifts his shirt off and takes his rolex off and throws it away somewhere as if it costs nothing. 

jimin can see all of jungkook’s tattoos and scars. but he can’t reminisce on them when he feels the tightness in his jeans 

“take my clothes off,” he breaths out.

“i’d love to.” jungkook says. he jumps on top of jimin and begins messing with his clothes. after a few moments both men only have their underwear on, and jungkook leans down to finally capture jimin’s lips in his. 

he bites at his bottom lip and shoves his tongue deep in jimin’s mouth as soon as the other parts his lips. jimin’s hands are wrapped around jungkook’s neck and grabbing at his hair, his back arching as he feels all of his frustration pile up. 

“this is wrong,” jimin pants as he parts away from the kiss. jungkook stares at him with hungry wolf eyes and laughs. 

“it’s only wrong for you beautiful. i don’t have morals.”

jimin ignores the guilt that builds up inside of him again. he feels his dick leak pre cum on his underwear and he needs to take it off. jungkook seems to read his mind and body, as he grabs at the top of his calvin klein boxers and pulls them down to his ankle and then off of his body completely. 

he feels jungkook’s stare burn into his skin. he’s embarrassed, but he wants this so bad. 

“your turn.”

jungkook smirks, and then takes off his own boxers. jimin tries not to gasp at how big he is. he’s definitely over six inches. 

“can you take it all, beautiful?” jungkook asks, inching closer to jimin again. he plants his hands around jimin’s head and stares into his eyes. 

jimin feels like he’s being broken apart and put back together. he knows jungkook has an effect on him. on his mind and his body. but he wants him. even though this could cost him his career and his life. but he thinks it’s worth the risk.

“of course i can. i’ve had bigger.” he lies. 

“hmm.” jungkook hums. he lifts a hand up and ghosts it over jimin’s nipple, watching it harden from the air. “im sure you have, but let me show you that ill be the best.”

then he feels it, a finger on his rim. jimin’s breath catches in his throat. 

“lube, beautiful?”

“please.”

jungkook parts from jimin’s hot body and quickly goes over to a drawer and gets a bottle of lube and jumps back on top of the bed. his big frame shadowing jimin’s small body on the sheets. he opens the bottle and pours a generous amount on his fingers and goes back to touch jimin. 

the smallers heart rate quickens as he feels jungkook’s thick pointer finger probe at his entrance. “you can put it in,” he encourages the other. 

“i’ll do it slowly,” jungkook says. jimin feels his cheeks heat up even more from the serial killers kindness towards him. 

he grabs the sheets as he feels jungkook’s finger enter him. the stretch burns a little, but looking at the tattooed man in front of him keeps his stomach knotted and feeling tingly from excitement and arousal. the pain subsides quickly. 

“you can move,” jimin says. jungkook wastes no time and pushes his finger in and out, eyes staring at jimin’s face. 

“how cute,” he says. “slutty little officer just had to fuck his supposed victims murderer,” jungkook slides in another finger and pours a little bit more lube. 

jimin bites his lip to try not to let out a moan. “shut up, i can arrest you now.”

“and they’ll find evidence of me and you doing the deed?” jungkook groans, moving his fingers faster. jimin swears his lip is going to start bleeding with how hard he’s biting it. jungkook laughs softly when he sees jimin’s dick leak more pre cum at his words. 

“i think you’re ready for me.” he says and pulls his fingers out. jimin gasps at the cool feeling of air touching him. he watches jungkook pour more lube on his aching cock, a long vein on the side of it. 

jungkook grabs his dick and aligns himself to jimin’s entrance. he leans down and kisses jimin harshly as his length slowly gets pushed inside him. 

jimin lets out a muffled moan in jungkooks mouth and grabs at the tallers black hair, tugging a little as he feels his throbbing dick push inside of him. 

after a few seconds he thinks he’s finally bottomed out inside of him, and he parts from the kiss to say something only for jungkook to lean down and attack his necks in bites and kisses. then, he slowly starts to move his hips. 

though jungkook is the definition of evil in jimin’s police standards, he’s such a sweetheart in bed. 

he starts off slow, parting from his now bruised neck to watch his face. 

“does it hurt, gorgeous?”

jimin rests a hand on jungkook’s cheek, caressing it slowly as he catches his breath. “no, just uncomfortable.” 

“im sorry, beautiful.” he pouts. “you’ll feel better really soon.” he pulls back and starts moving his hips faster, shoving his face in jimin’s neck again. 

the blonde couldn’t help the moan he emits from his lips. the feeling of jungkook’s dick pulsing and pushing in and out of him along with jungkook’s tongue licking down his sweaty neck sends him to euphoria. he spreads his legs more to get more comfortable with the full feeling between them, and he can’t help but rake his nails against jungkook’s back muscles as he feels his fat tip hit a spot inside of him. 

“you’re so evil,” jimin gasps as he feels jungkook grabs jimin’s dick and grabs it with a little bit of pressure.

“in what way?” jungkook laughs. 

“just shut up and fuck me.”

“that’s what im doing beautiful.” jungkook bites down on jimin’s adam apple as his nails continue to attack his back and shoulders. 

all of a sudden, jimin feels his body get lifted up and he’s sitting on top of jungkook. he looks at him and notices that his hair is a mess and he sees sweat drip from his body. his tattoos are on full display and so are his curves and muscles. jungkook’s hands are tightly grabbing onto jimin’s hips, forcing him down on his thick cock.  

the same body and hands that murder people probably every other day. he pushed the thought away as he gets the hint and starts rocking his hips slowly on jungkook’s length.

“good..” jungkook praises. he lays down so jimin can fully ride him. the bed creaks a little but with the size of jungkook’s apartment, no one will be able to hear it. 

jimin rides jungkook at his own pace. he takes his time and touches up on his body whenever and wherever he wants. he uses him as a toy and jungkook takes it perfectly. 

he doesn’t touch him, rush him or curse at him to make him cum. no, he lays there and takes everything’s jimin gives him. 

jimin feels his body prepare for his orgasm. he needs jungkook’s hot touch on him. he begs, “touch me, jungkook. grab me, hold me-“ 

and he does. jungkook grabs and squeezes jimin’s waist hard, grinding him down on his dick and he uses his hips to push up into jimin. they both moan in unison and jungkook goes to touch jimin’s neglected cock. it’s red at the tip and twitching. as jimin continues moving on jungkook’s body he starts jerking him off, knowing if his release being soon. 

“is inside you okay?” 

jimin’s eyes feel droopy but he nods anyway, and with a final jerk of his hips, he spills his seed onto both his and jungkook’s bodies. 

a few moments later, he hears jungkook groan deeply and a hot feeling inside of him swell. he doesn’t even care that jungkook came inside of him. someone he barely knows and someone that he knows is an enemy. 

but he doesn’t care because jungkook fucks like a greek god.

jimin manages to roll off of jungkook with whatever strength he has left and shudders at the emptiness inside of him. he feels cold as he catches his breath, laying on his back with his eyes closed. 

they lay there for a few seconds, both catching their breaths before jimin breaks the silence. 

“you were wrong,” he mumbles softly. but jungkook hears him anyway. 

“hm?”

jimin’s eyes open and he turns to look at jungkook who was already staring at him, confused. 

“you have morals. you didn’t do anything to me until i consented.”

jungkook scoffs and looks away, rubbing his eyes with his hands. 

“bare minimum, beautiful.” 

“right.” jimin agrees quietly. he can’t help but feel awkward now. they just finished fucking. he doesn’t know if it’s appropriate for him to get up and leave or to stay here. 

“let’s get you cleaned up. i can call you one of my bodyguards to drive you home whenever you feel like it.” jungkook says. he stands up and extends a hand out for jimin to grab. 

he grabs it. 

he doesn’t like how jungkook became his fuck buddy. 

after a while, he grew uncomfortable. 

not with jungkook. well- maybe with jungkook. 

other than his crimes and strangely cold and warm personality, he’s a respectable guy. 

as soon as the hyunbin case was counted as another “unknown-caused-homicide” case, jimin’s felt like his entire career was a lie. 

he was the reason a college kid died without any truth. 

after the second time him and jungkook hooked up, he got his number. 

though it technically wasn’t his number. it was a burner phone. typical. 

he hasn’t been able to get back to jungkook’s texts for a week. he takes his phone out and watches as he gets another notification with a “???” and “baby call me” message from jungkook. after their third hookup, jungkook got comfortable with even more pet names for jimin. 

but as he gets another missing persons case thrown on his desk, he knows he needs to let his pent up frustration out somehow. 

so he meets up with jungkook. back at his apartment complex. 

he feels so anxious . he wants it to go away. he feels horrible as he watches jungkook cook him dinner after they had a round of sex. he’s anxious because he wants to do something that will change both his and jungkook’s lives forever. 

he wants to turn him in, or get some proof of him being connected with min yoongi and even kim hyunbin if he gets lucky. 

he knows jungkook’s burner phone is locked, but he saw him enter the passcode in one night as he was slowly falling asleep. he watches as the man preps some food for him and jimin to eat. jimin is sitting on the couch as he pretends to watch some boring superhero movie on the flatscreen television. 

jungkook’s burner phone is on the edge of the coffee table. jimin would have to stand up to grab it quickly. he watches jungkook’s movements as he stands and creeps slowly to grab the burner phone and unlocks it using the basic passcode which was 0901. 

jimin immediately goes on messages. the only one is with him, the last message being sent was a ;) from jungkook. however, as a cop he knows what to do. 

he clicks the three dots on the side and scrolls all the way down to find “archived messages.” he opens it up and sees a few archived messages with different numbers and people but he clicks on one that has a location sent. 

jimin reads it and finds that it is jungkook’s next orders from min yoongi. he glances up to look at jungkook and sees his back still turned to him, so he fishes out his phone and quickly takes a photo of the text message and swipes up on the messages app on jungkook’s burner. he places it where it belonged and made sure to turn his own phone off and put it back in his pocket so it doesn’t look suspicious. 

about fifteen minutes later, he’s called to eat dinner with jungkook. 

he can’t help but feel bad. he knows he shouldn’t. to catch him in the act for a crime and getting him sent to jail for it. even though they’ve had an interesting relationship together. 

when jimin goes home, he hand writes the text from the photo he took of jungkooks phone and sends it in to namjoon. he lies and says he got a tip from someone who “used to work” for min yoongi. 

he knows it’s going to be incredibly weird and suspicious that he magically got a tip out of nowhere. but he feels that this is right, to get jungkook caught. 

the text’s location was in an abandoned bank on the outskirts of the city. it’s been three weeks since jimin has responded to jungkook’s messages and he hasn’t seen him since the last time he was at his apartment sharing dinner. 

just last week, there was another dead body washed up on the beach in the same manner. jimin knew it was jungkook. same killing style and location. someone said they saw a tall man wearing all black with a mask place something between the rocks and quickly run away. and when they walked up to see what it was, they saw the dead body nestled between the rocks right at the shore. 

he knows that this might get jungkook caught, and much closer to catching min yoongi as well. 

jimin volunteered to stay back with a few other people to patrol the area. he feels nauseous as he watches namjoon and hoseok and a bunch of other detectives walk out to go inside of the abandoned building. 

they aren’t sure on what they’re going to find, but jimin hopes it isn’t too bad. hopefully no victims.

it’s quiet. it feels unsettling. he has his pistol out but he isn’t sure if he’s going to need it or not. there’s been no movement in this area whatsoever and he knows that if jungkook wasn’t doing this alone, that there would’ve been people attacking him by now. 

after another long twenty minutes, he hears gunshots from inside the bank. he starts running inside and sees namjoon, hoseok and a bunch of other officers hiding and shooting. jimin finds cover as he watches two shadows run off somewhere. 

as the other officers run after the two culprits, jimin stands up and walks towards the opening. there’s rubble and old office supplies scattered everywhere. in the middle, he see’s packets of powder and bags of money. 

it seems that jungkook even does drug trades for yoongi.

he circles the evidence and looks up to see namjoon walking towards him. he stops and looks at the drugs and money on the ground. 

“lets get this packaged up for evidence to take back to the station.” namjoon suggests. jimin nods and watches as the chief grabs his walkie from his pants and calls in a few officers to bag the items up.

“did you see anyone’s face?” jimin asks.

namjoon shakes his head. “they wore masks. but i know that they were two middle aged men. that’s all we really got. i think there was a victim in here as well but i think someone dragged them away before we could even reach this area.”

“okay.” jimin sighs. “let's bring this back. i’ll go check on the other officers to see if they need any help–”

everything goes numb for jimin as he hears a gunshot and watches namjoon drop to his knees, clutching his forearm in pain. 

“oh my god- joon!” jimin yells as he kneels down and pushes down on namjoon’s arm, helping him keep pressure on his wound. he finds namjoon’s walkie on the ground beside him and calls in for an officer to get an ambulance immediately. 

jimin doesn’t even know where the gunshot came from. he doesn’t hear anything else instead of namjoon’s rough breathing and the sound of an ambulance in the distance.

the drugs and money they found are confiscated and will be looked into later.

jimin spends the next few days with hoseok at the hospital to visit namjoon as he recovers. the gunshot didn’t hit anything major, and his arm will feel very sore for the next few weeks as he recovers, but overall namjoon will be fine.

“we need to find who did this to you.” hoseok cries. “first it was jiminie, now you? i can’t keep going to hospitals!” 

jimin pats hoseok’s back as he cries in hysterics. he watches namjoon chuckle to himself as he slowly drinks a cup of cold water. 

“we’re going to scan the bank over again and make sure we cover every centimeter. i’m sure something was left over as evidence.”

jimin goes home that night with hope in his heart. namjoon’s positive energy has helped him believe that they will catch min yoongi and everyone involved with him eventually.

he’s about to walk to his bedroom until he see’s his phone light up from a text message. he sighs as he opens it and see’s a smiley emoji from his forbidden friend.

‘behind you’

jimin spins around and sees a shadow creep towards him. he gasps as he takes a few steps back until his back meets the dining room table.

“jungkook, how’d you get inside my apartment?”

“i have my ways.”

“okay, why are you inside my apartment?”

jungkook runs a hand through his hair. jimin notices that he’s wearing a suit.

“a little birdie decided to snoop through my phone.” he takes a step forward. his face is calm and collected, but his voice sounds upset. “and you cost me a lot of money.”

jimin’s face hardens. “am i supposed to care about how much money you’ve lost when there are innocent people that lose their lives? because of you and your fucking boss!?”

jungkook’s expression is still relaxed. neutral, like none of this matters. “other people’s debt is not my concern. i just do as i'm told.”

jungkook walks up to jimin so he’s standing right in front of him. he leans in to his face, and plants a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

“you’re still as gorgeous as ever. even though you’ve been ignoring me and selling me to the pigs.”

jimin’s heart is about to rip out of his chest as he watches jungkook walk away. his hands tremble slightly in anger. jungkook directs himself towards the door and opens it before turning back to give jimin one last message.

“i’m glad your chief is doing good, by the way. getting shot is never a fun feeling.” the door closes behind him, and jungkook’s words resonate within jimin.

“motherfucker.” he whispers, eyes burning from unshed tears. “jungkook you’re going down if it's the last thing i do.”

a few days later, jimin and the rest of the precinct manage to track down another link to min yoongi’s gang. they believe it will lead them to another illegal fighting ring. 

this time, it’s in the basement of a famous strip club in the city. the ground floor is a regular stage and bar, and music blasts loudly as both men and women dance on stage for their customers. everyone stops and shrieks once the front door bursts open and many officers rush through. namjoon finds one of the bartenders and asks where the stairs are, grabbing the man by the collar. eventually, he points somewhere in the back of the club and namjoon gestures everyone to follow him. 

there’s a door painted the same color as the wall. it looks hidden as a plant is specifically placed right in front of it. namjoon and another officer stand in front of it before they knock it down and run down the stairs.

as expected, there was an illegal boxing match going on downstairs. the minute the officers are within sight they fire at the ceiling, raising more screams as everyone runs out of there through another exit. 

a few of the gang members are caught and jimin is searching frantically for jungkook. however, he doesn’t see the man anywhere. 

he notices that yoongi isn’t here as well. it seems like they knew this would happen, or they just chose this day specifically not to show up.

his head starts to spin in frustration. the screaming in the room hurts his head and he is overstimulated by everything. jimin decides to head back upstairs where it was a little more quieter. as he goes up, he sees a few officers gunning down the employees and customers, forcing them to stay seated. 

“you don’t have to do that. they’re not going anywhere.” jimin says. the music was lowered so now he could hear himself think. the officers nod and pull their guns away. the dancers and customers visibly relaxing more now that they don’t have a barrel in their faces.

jimin plops down on a chair at the bar. there are empty glass cups scattered on the counter and a few dollar bills lying around. he looks at the bartender, the one that namjoon basically yelled at, and watches as he trembles on the floor with his hands in his head.

jimin furrows his brows. “hey,” he starts. the man doesn’t hear him. “uh, bartender?” he says a little more louder.

he finally seems to hear jimin, and he gasps as he looks up at him. jimin notices that he has tears falling down his cheeks and his eyes are red. the more jimin looks at him, the younger he seems. 

“how old are you?” jimin asks. 

the man sniffles and wipes his eyes. “twenty one..” 

“did you know what was happening downstairs?” 

the man didn’t answer, but started crying again. 

“hey!” jimin slams a hand down on the counter, startling the poor boy.

“y-yes. it’s been happening. sometimes, they die. sometimes i have to bring drinks down and i see them bring out the bodies-” he starts bawling his eyes out again. a part of jimin believes that this boy doesn’t want to work here, considering his reactions.

he tries to calm him down. “okay. okay. that’s enough. if you want us to help you, do you think you can give us a name of some of the important people that work down there in that gang?” 

“m-min–”

“other than min yoongi, please.” 

the boy nods. “i-i know they have someone really important that does a lot of their dirty work for them.” 

he takes a pause for a deep breath and jimin lets him. he turns his head and sees hoseok walk up towards him, a look of stress on his face. he sees the bartender on the floor behind the counter catching his breath and joins in to listen in on his and jimin’s conversation.

“some guy that always has a carefree look on his face. i don’t think he cares about anything because he agrees to everything they want him to do.”

jimin nods. by now, hoseok is writing this down on the back of a closed check he found on the counter.

“tall. black hair. always wearing some nice clothes. i mean- they all do but still..” the boy stands up slowly. “he has a bunch of tattoos and piercings. everytime i look in his eyes there’s an empty void and it freaks me out, but he never lays his hands on anyone without a reason. so i guess that’s a plus.”

the boy coughs. “do you want water?” jimin asks. 

he shakes his head. “i’m okay. let me try to figure out his name before i forget.. i think it started with a j.”

jimin tries not to smile, he knows exactly where this is going but he can’t make it seem like he already knows who jungkook is.

“jinwoo? no.. doesn’t sound right. jaebum? maybe.. wait, i think i got it!”

jimin nods. “please, go on.”

“jungkook is his name i think. jeon jungkook.”

perfect.

“wow,” jimin says. “if this is true, then you’ve helped us out so much..” 

“jiho.”

hoseok chimes in. “thank you jiho! you’ve done so much for us just from one name alone. you’re always going to be welcome to come into the department whenever you want. we’re going to set you up with a trauma counselor if you’d let us?”

jiho smiles sadly and shakes his head. “i’m afraid i can’t. i work for them. me telling you a name already costs me my life. but this can’t keep happening. innocents dying because they owe money.  to them, money is absolutely everything.”

“do you owe money, jiho?” jimin asks softly.

jiho nods. “yes. that’s why i’m a bartender here. everything i make here goes back to them. it’s only because i agreed to do it, that i’m not already dead.” he admits

“we’ll try to help you, jiho. i know it’s going to be dangerous and very risky, but-”

jiho shakes his head. “don’t worry about it. they’ll eventually find out that i told them about jungkook. i don’t have much time.”

hoseok clears his throat. “even so, you have to come down to the station with us. it’s protocol.”

“i understand.” jiho says. “but please, don’t tell anyone that i specifically told you about jungkook. i’m terrified of what will happen to me.” 

“okay. we won’t.” 

after everyone is escorted out and brought back to the station, the most important information they got from everyone was jiho’s. 

jimin figured. everyone else was too afraid to talk and risk their lives for snitching. 

once they can, they try to track down everything about jeon jungkook. 

and when they do, nothing comes back. 

as jungkook mentioned to jimin before, no criminal record. he has a “job” as a banker that he works monday through friday and he has two dogs. the apartment he lives in isn’t the one jimin was in, but a much smaller complex a few miles south of the station. he believes he’s uses another person’s life to mask up the one he actually lives in.

it takes them a while to finally catch jeon jungkook down. but when they do, it sends a thrill down jimin’s spine. 

he gets the call, says a few officers saw jungkook leaving the gym. the same gym where jimin first met him.

he finds it funny, the way everything circled back.

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present day

 10:00 pm.

jimin walks inside the interrogation room again. he sees jungkook through the glass, the same look on his face that he always has.

as he steps foot inside, the microphone off as usual, he sits down and opens up a file and stares at jungkook’s face. 

“good evening,” jimin says. “hungry?”

jungkook chuckles. “if you think starving me for a couple of hours is going to make me confess to stuff i didn’t do then sweetheart, you’re wrong.” 

jimin ignores him. “let’s start off with what you’re being accused of,” he flips a few pages and starts reading. “min yoongi’s accomplice, shooting chief kim namjoon in the arm, murdering kim hyunbin from orders, drug smuggling and trade, illegal fighting rings, i think arson might be added in the list as well if i can get all my information in correctly.”

jungkook stares at jimin blankly as usual. “proof?”

jimin smiles. “that’s why you’re here.”

“you know it won’t work, beautiful. i don’t know why you’re trying so hard.” 

jimin’s face hardens. “you shot chief namjoon for no reason. that’s my chief.”

jungkook cocks his head sideways. “what about those innocent lives? you’re trying to get me to confess more to your chief’s shooting incident than the murder of regular civilians? do you even care about them? because i do. i feel really bad, actually. what happened to those people makes my stomach drop, you know?”

“you’re a fucking lying asshole.” jimin grits his teeth. he slams the files as he closes them and stands up. “you know i care about every single innocent life. do not manipulate me into thinking i don’t.”

“i’m sorry if i upset you,” jungkook smiles. “officer.”

before jimin could say anything else, he turns and bolts out of the room. he hears someone calling for him but he doesn’t care. 

“this manipulative asshole.” he says to himself as he shuts himself in his office. he can feel all the anxiety and stress build up inside him every passing second. jungkook is going to be let out all because he knows he doesn’t have enough evidence of him committing all these crimes. 

and he knows that if he does confess, jimin is going down right with him.

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“jeon jungkook seems to be taking a toll on your psyche, jimin-ah.” 

namjoon pours himself a cup of coffee with a splash of creamer as he watches jimin send death glares at jungkook through the cameras. the prisoner just reading a romance novel on the stone-hard bed, flipping through the pages slowly.

“he’s a manipulator, a liar, a sadist, a-”

“at this point, minnie, you might have a crush.” hoseok walks in, laughing at the blonde. he stops laughing when he sees his death glare on him now. 

“not funny.”

hoseok looks away in embarrassment. “sorry.”

“anyway,” namjoon interrupts. “we have two more days to figure out any concrete evidence against jungkook. if not, we have to let him go.” he sips his coffee and jimin visibly stiffens even more. 

“i’ll try to talk to him. maybe i can trick him into confessing.” 

namjoon heads for the door, opening it. “go for it. good luck.” he gives the two a curt nod and walks out, his heavy footsteps becoming quieter as he walks farther away.

“you think you’ll manage to get something out of him?” hoseok asks. he stands next to jimin and also watches the cameras, crossing his arms as his eyes flicker from the different recordings.

jimin sighs. “i’m not sure. it’s difficult. he doesn’t budge, doesn’t allow himself to get tricked into saying anything. i bet if he was getting boiled alive in return for a confession he’d just let himself get cooked to a crisp.”

“it’s how they get away. they’re determined. loyal, even.”

the blonde stays silent for a few seconds. “should i try?” he asks.

“try. it doesn’t hurt.” hoseok says. though, his voice sounds hesitant.

“okay.” jimin also turns on his heel and walks to the door, opening it and leaving the room.

he doesn’t decide to wait. he’s doing this now. jimin finds himself going over to the temporary cells. jungkook is the only person behind bars right now at the station. the max they would ever have is three. the station isn’t too busy with twenty-four hour holding.

“leave us, please.” jimin says to the guard that’s supervising the area. he nods, accepting the orders and leaving the hallway.

with them being alone, jimin finds himself even more tense. but it doesn’t bother him. he makes his way towards the farthest cell on the left hand side, standing in front of it. jungkook’s eyes stay glued on the book he was reading. 

“this is such a beautiful, heartwarming story..” he fake sniffles. jimin rolls his eyes.

“you’re not actually reading that.” jimin deadpans.

this time jungkook looks up at jimin and looks offended. 

“i actually am. i’m on page one hundred thirteen. right now, lucy found out where his long lost military husband was sending her love letters from. guess where.”

jimin caves in. “where?”

“ okinawa! that’s so cool! it’s beautiful there.” 

“okay..”

jungkook licks his thumb and flips the page and continues reading, not caring that jimin is right in front of him. 

“so, jungkook.. ” 

…

“hello? i’m fucking talking to you!” jimin yells, making a fist and hitting the cell bars hard. he tries not to wince as he ends up hurting his own hand in the meantime.

“gosh, officer. you’re upset today.” jungkook folds the top corner of the page he’s on and closes the book, setting it down on the edge of his small bed. he moves so that his legs are touching the floor and he’s looking straight at jimin. “what can i help you with?” 

jimin glares at him. “a lot. first thing you can help me with, is where were you on the night where we arrested a bunch of yoongi’s men at the club slash illegal ring.”

jungkook blinks lazily. “probably watching a movie at home.” 

“how do you know min yoongi?”

“so many people know of him. i happen to be another average john in that way.”

“why do you think jiho would mention you to us if he didn’t know you were apart of everything min yoongi does?”

uh oh.

jungkook’s eyes light up. “who’s jiho?” 

he fucked up. 

bad.

“i- this is useless. you’re not helping.” 

jimin storms out of the hallway, the other officer looking confused as he just walks back inside to monitor it again. 

he shouldn’t have ever brought up jiho. especially to jungkook after he still hasn’t confessed anything.

he whips out his phone, sends hoseok a sos text and just a few minutes later he barges into jimin’s office.

“jimin! i got your text! what happened!?” he screams, grabbing jimin by the shoulder and checking to see if he’s bleeding out anywhere.

jimin closes his eyes, rubbing his temples. “don’t kill me. please .”

hoseok looks confused. “why would i? what did you do?”

“i may have accidentally let jiho’s name slip through my mouth while confronting jungkook. and though he acted like he’s never heard of that name before– that look in his eyes told me everything i needed to know- oh fuck hyung, what did i do?”

“i- jimin..” hoseok mutters. “that’s really bad. why the hell would you do that?” his voice starts getting louder, implicating his building anger.

he feels like he’s about to start crying. “i didn’t intend to- i was just trying to think of anything to get jungkook to confess to something but it obviously didn’t work-”

“you- you have to tell namjoon.”

jimin’s blood runs cold. he knows what will happen to him. he’s going to go on paid leave for a month. no one in the department is allowed to mention other people during investigation unless they consented.

“i understand.” jimin says. “i’ll let him know.”

he couldn’t believe that jeon jungkook is costing his sanity and his job like this. he truly is getting under his skin.

when he catches namjoon later on to tell him, he blows up in his face. he doesn’t think he’s ever seen namjoon this upset before, especially not at an officer.

as namjoon slams his hands on the desk for the tenth time that night, jimin finds himself with the paper for the paid leave, effective immediately. 

though, now he won’t get the chance to look at jungkook’s fake innocent face as he’s set free in forty eight hours, back to doing his little lap dog tasks by his boss. 

he wonders if he’s going to show up to his home unannounced again. or maybe, he hates him now and he either never wants to see his face again or he’ll kill him on his own. he doesn’t which option he prefers the most. 

he knows namjoon is incredibly disappointed in him. he knows he’s not going to be as trusted anymore but that’s the price he pays with his stupid mistake. namjoon will eventually come around, though. he knows the chief enough to know his grudges don’t last forever. 

as jimin heads home for the night, he wonders what will happen to jiho. he doesn’t know where the boy lives (if it’s even a permanent residency or if he’s hopping around ordered by min yoongi himself), and he sure can’t go stalk him even if he did know. 

he doesn’t know where jiho lives, but he knows where someone does. besides, it’s not like meeting up with someone he hooked up with once is illegal, per say.

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three days later.

jimin flattens his hands against his thighs as he rides the cold, white marble elevator in the city’s luxury district. with his line of work, a home like this is something jimin knows he would never come to. no amount of raises over the next hundred years could make him afford a place like this and live comfortably. 

but he loves his job. went into the force a few years after he watched his best friends die in a hit and run, while he survived. after long hours of training and education on law and criminals, he finally became an officer and with namjoon and hoseok by his side, caught the two men who killed his best friends. 

he rightfully avenged their deaths, and he hopes he can stop jiho’s death if yoongi’s gang hasn’t caused it already. 

the elevator stops, dings, doesn’t open until the penthouse resident deems it safe to let them in. after a few seconds the gray doors open and jimin is met with the soulless yet breathtaking penthouse he’s somewhat familiar with.

wet. 

jimin doesn’t even realize he’s stepped in so far inside, until he feels warmth around his back but liquid dripping down his face and neck. 

“i knew you would come see me, jimin-ah.” jungkook’s deep voice shoots in jimin’s ear, leaves through the other and he finally registers that jungkook is hugging him from behind and he can feel a million things at once. 

first, that he showered and smells like fresh laundry. second, he only has a towel on. third, his hair is still wet. and fourth, he’s holding jimin’s waist and gently swaying him. 

“jungkook,” jimin breathed out. “please, can i ask for a favor.”

jungkook starts kissing jimin’s temple. like he’s done this for years. “hm?”

the blonde turns around to face the devil himself, he takes a hold of jungkook’s tattooed arm and traces the outlines on his soft skin.

“please, don’t do anything to jiho. he- it wasn’t his fault. it was all mine.”

jungkook’s calm expression is still there, he takes jimin’s hand and grasps it into both of his. “don’t worry, jimin.”

jimin feels a wave of relief flood him. “thank you.. you understand. you have a heart..” he places his free hand onto jungkook’s chest, his heart beat slow, but there.

jungkook smiles. his piercings shining under the lights of his home. “want to go for a walk, beautiful? i know a place where no one will see us, so you don’t have to worry about being caught with the enemy.” 

jimin hesitates. “i don’t know.”

“i understand.” jungkook replies. “well, whenever you want to take that walk, the offer is always up for grabs.” 

jimin nods. he can’t help but feel uneasy now. too much has happened to him in the past seventy two hours and he feels his mind spiral whenever he thinks about anything. he grabs the hem of his white cable knit sweater and plays with it, breaking eye contact from jungkook. 

the taller doesn’t like that. he gently grabs jimin’s chin and lifts his head up to look back at him. “why are you here? was it only to tell me of your little friend? or do you want more?”

jimin gulps, throat feeling dry. “i don’t know what to do.” he admits shyly.

“let’s sit.” jungkook guides jimin over to the couch, sitting on his right hand side. his knees touch jimin’s. “what don’t you know what to do?”

“i’m sure you've heard.. i got temporary paid leave because of what i said to you. i know you’re guilty- but i can’t bring myself to bring you in. i mean, i tried but you just keep fucking getting away with it. i don’t know how. you just know what to say, and when to say it. and now my heart hurts everytime i think of jiho. of what you can do to him. he doesn’t deserve it.. he doesn’t deserve to die–”

jimin’s rant is muted by jungkook’s lips on his, a hand behind his head as he deepens it with dominance. jimin can’t help but melt into it, like they’re being molded into a sculpture.

they part, jimin’s cheeks are burning and he quickly wipes the saliva off his plump bottom lip. “you- don’t hate me?”

jungkook furrows his brows in confusion. “why would i?”

“because i wanted to turn you in.”

“beautiful, by the books you’re my number one enemy. why would you not try to bring me in?”

jimin laughs. “but that means you and min yoongi would go down.” 

“baby, you’re such a good cop,” jungkook smiles. “but you’re not good enough to bring us down. but it’s okay, it’s so cute watching you try.”

this sets jimin’s fuse. “excuse me?”

“i mean, you being here in itself is enough to get you thrown in a cell, is it not? there’s footage of you entering the building and the elevator. but, i think you’re too adorable to get rid of.” 

“i think i should go.”

jungkook seems saddened at jimin’s words. he starts frowning. “why gorgeous? you just came in.”

anger starts rising inside of jimin. how dare jungkook sweet talk him then start degrading him, all in the sweet, gentle voice he has? “you’re disrespecting me and my work-”

“you’re disrespecting it yourself , jimin.” jungkook’s voice rises, it’s as sturdy as a rock and jimin feels ashamed to say that he feels himself shrinking under the authority jungkook has. 

“what the hell would chief namjoon and your colleague hoseok think of you once they find out you’ve been fucking and visiting a prime suspect of theirs for a series of crimes? that you knew about me from the beginning but never dared to turn me in? or to let them know of my existence? that you’re the reason people are dead and hurt–”

“fuck you, asshole. i’ll drag you to hell if it means me getting dragged with you.” jimin snaps, standing up quickly and rushing to the door. he hears jungkook follow suit, senses his presence before he feels a rough grip on his arm, pulling him to the side and against the wall.

jungkook’s hot breath is on his cheek. he knows the man can feel him trembling under his gaze. he wonders if he feels more powerful because of it. he won’t be surprised if he does.

“you sure do love to bullshit, jimin. but we all know you’re all talk and no bite.” jungkook grazes jimin’s lips with his rough hand, reaching down to his neck, pulling on his sweater’s neckline so his collarbone gets exposed for a few seconds before going down to his waist and then his stomach. as he reaches his pants, he lets out a chuckle as he feels jimin’s hard on through his jeans.

“wow, that’s something,” jungkook whispers. “getting hard? add that to the list of shit you’d be in trouble for if your coworker and boss find out–” he gets shut up as jimin is the one to initiate a rough kiss, biting at jungkook’s lip piercing and emitting a groan from the taller. 

“fuck you, jungkook.” jimin moans as he feels the said man palm him through the jeans repeatedly, touching him like he’s hungry and hasn’t eaten in days. 

“i thought you were leaving,” he whispers as he slides his fingers to jimin’s button, trying to unbutton it before he’s surprisingly pushed back by the shorter. he stumbles a little and holds his towel as it begins to slip off. “jimin?”

“piece of shit.” jimin curses to himself. “i am leaving. once again– fuck you, you coldhearted vampire!” jimin speed walks to the elevator and presses the button. in a few seconds the door opens and jimin goes inside, slamming the close button repeatedly before it eventually closes on him and starts going down to the ground floor.

jungkook didn’t bother chasing after jimin. after all, he loves a good game of cat and mouse.

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the killings stop for a little while. no more dead bodies on the rocks at the beach. at least, that's what hoseok tells jimin since he isn’t working right now.

he tries to fill his days and nights with something productive while he waits out his leave. he starts yoga, which he finds funny. he tried to read a few books but it just reminded him of his constant study nights back in university so he stopped. it’s difficult to not think about work, jiho, or jungkook. he shocked the man hasn’t messaged or called him from another burner phone already. it’s been two weeks since his leave and he has two more to go. he can’t wait to go back to bust yoongi. 

and jungkook.

of course, jungkook. 

it would be very wrong if he let him walk free while playing favorites. either way, how would jungkook operate if yoongi is behind bars? he has so many questions. does he kill on his own? or does he need the orders?

he needs to know. 

he shows up at jungkook’s penthouse again one late night. 

he isn’t sure if he wants to even talk to him anymore, but jungkook is full of surprises. jimin doesn’t know what to expect from the man.

as he’s met with the same marble, he notices the door takes a longer time to open on him. he steps inside and all of the lights are off, which is strange. someone had to let him in, but yet it looks like jungkook isn’t home?

he walks inside the penthouse and notices that it’s completely silent. he walks around the kitchen, the living room and walks down to where jungkook’s room was. it’s still quiet, and jimin senses that he just came at a wrong time.

as he’s about to turn around to leave, he’s suddenly tackled down to the ground and feels a cool metal pressing into the back of his head. he feels a headache start to form as a pair of feet are coming toward him, stopping at a few inches away from his face. 

“what the fuck?” he groans in pain. 

“shut up, who the fuck are you?” an unfamiliar voice says loudly. the weight of the man is crushing his body into the hard floor and he struggles to breathe.

“j-jimin! i know jungkook!” he manages to say before the gun is gone from his head and the man stands up and pulls him up quickly. 

“ this is the fucking cop? this has to be a joke.” the man says in mockery. jimin can’t bring himself to care too much as he coughs and catches his breath.

suddenly jimin’s weakened body is being shoved towards another pair of strong arms. “you fucking hold him, hyung. i don’t wanna touch him anymore.” 

the next guy sighs but holds jimin close to his chest, much more loving than the first guy. 

“poor thing is probably so confused.” 

“jin hyung!” 

the man who’s arms he’s in, jin, seems like a kind person unlike the guy who tackled him to the ground. jimin weirdly finds comfort in his arms.

“let’s wait for jungkook to get back. this isn’t the time to make a scene. especially one you don’t want to clean up.”

jimin hears a scoff before the man named jin is guiding him to sit down at the dining room table. the lights get turned on and as jimin’s eyes adjust, he sees the two men. in suits, both tall and broad. one has wider shoulders and the other has thicker arms. jimin can immediately tell who jin is based off of their looks on their faces. 

jin looks relaxed while the other guy looks like he hates the world.

“who are you?” jimin manages to let out. 

“well, i’m kim seokjin and this is my brother, kim taehyung.” jin says. 

taehyung rolls his eyes. jimin notices his hand is resting on top of his gun. “why are you telling him that?” 

jin glares at his brother. “maybe because he asked?”

“well you shouldn’t be–”

“do you work for yoongi, too?”

“shut up, pig!”

jimin starts getting mad. “what the fuck–” he starts to stand before jin gets in between them.

“stop it! now! we can’t have any blood on these walls before jungkook comes back.” 

for an hour they sit in silence. taehyung goes out to the balcony for a cigarette and when he comes back he’s still mentally throwing daggers at jimin’s face. the blonde doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into now.

when jungkook comes back, he’s also wearing a nice suit like the two brothers. and when he sees jimin, he screams at both of them. 

“what the hell did you do! he looks fucking terrified!” jungkook yells as taehyung starts yelling back at him, the whole penthouse booming with rage.

“why do you still have a fucking cop deciding it’s perfectly okay to come over to your penthouse while he’s actively trying to fucking take you and us down!? do you even give a fuck about us? about yoongi-hyung? with everything he’s done for you-”

jin cuts in between like he did between taehyung and jimin. “okay, enough! you two are getting absolutely nowhere. taehyung, why don’t you calm down and let both jungkook and jimin talk. and jungkook, you have explaining to do later.”

jin seems like he’s the oldest here. both taehyung and jungkook immediately shut up and nod curtly. this gets jimin curious about their dynamics, and what each of their reasonings to working for min yoongi are.

jungkook turns to fully look at jimin. he sits down next to him and places a hand on his shoulder, massaging it gently. 

“i’m so sorry about these two imbeciles. jimin-ah are you okay?”

jimin gulps, nodding shakily. “i’m fine.” he rests his own hand on top of jungkook’s as instinct. he can hear taehyung scoff as he looks away in disgust.

jungkook makes eye contact with both jin and taehyung, pressing his lips into a tight line. “both of you, leave please.” 

“kicking your own brothers out? that’s low, kookie .” taehyung shoots up a middle finger but takes his leave along with jin, who says goodbye and gives them a small smile. once they completely left the penthouse, jungkook speaks up again.

“i know you’re confused. and there was no way for me to get a message from you saying you were coming over. if it were possible, i would’ve told you not to come over.” 

“you- you have brothers..” jimin says softly. 

jungkook nods. “we’re not blood related. well, i’m not. they are. i was.. uh- adopted.” 

“who would’ve known, jeon jungkook, adopted with two brothers that are polar opposites.” jimin managed to laugh, but he stopped when he noticed jungkook wasn’t laughing along with him. was it a sensitive topic?

“they were here because they have access to our ‘businesses’ assets and buildings. so they can enter any room at any time without getting stopped or questioned. they also know of you because well, we all know you and your cop buddies are hot on our trail.” jungkook smiles and closes his eyes. “you can get a good reason on why taehyung isn’t really fond of you.”

jimin feels awkward. he isn’t sure of what to say or to ask, without it becoming even more awkward. “yeah. i guess so.”

jungkook’s doe eyes open again. “anyway. you came, what for?”

it takes jimin a few seconds before he remembers exactly why he came to jungkook’s again.

“i have questions. i hope you can give me some answers?” 

jungkook quirks a brow. “depends on the questions.”

“one that’s been nagging me for the longest time is if you are the only one who is ordered to kill.”

“hmm,” jungkook looks up at the ceiling, thinking of an answer. “fine, i can be honest. yes. it’s only me. my hyung doesn’t trust anybody else to do as good of a job as i do.”

the blonde feels his heart rate speed up. he’s once again reminded he is currently in the home of a killer. that can do anything to him if he wanted to. “okay. why do you choose your method of killing?”

“tmi.”

jimin flinches. “okay…” he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “how do you know min yoongi? why do you work for him?”

jungkook suddenly reaches forward and starts fondling jimin all over, tapping his hands against his body and grabbing his phone from his back pocket and opens it to see that jimin was in fact, not recording anything.

“jungkook–”

“shh, beautiful. you made the right decision to be smart. i can answer this last question for you, but then you need to go back home. okay?”

“uh, sure..”

jungkook stand up and brings jimin up with him by the hand. he starts walking them to the balcony, opens the glass doors and stands with jimin against the railing. the city below them bustling with life, the stars above them shining beautifully and the river seen across jungkook’s home glowing under the moonlight. 

the man lights a cigarette he found from a small glass table on the balcony, puts it between his lips and takes a puff. jimin watches him in awe. how can he make such a disgusting addiction look breathtaking?

“i work for min yoongi because his mother and father took me in when i was little,” he turns to jimin, handing him the cigarette but retreating it when the shorter boy shakes his head. “my birth parents just didn’t want me. well- that’s what i thought and believed when i was growing up. but then one day ‘uncle’ min told me my parents died because he decided that them giving me as a payment just wasn’t enough. their debt was so great, not even a human life sufficed.”

jimin gulps. “give me the cigarette.” he says. 

jungkook smiles, takes a puff of nicotine and holds it in his mouth. he blows it in jimin’s face. “too late! the cigarette is mine now, gorgeous.” he starts laughing when jimin coughs and swats the smoke away from his face.

a pat of jimin seems so confused on jungkook’s story. “do you not.. care? that the man you work for.. his father murdered your own? because of money?”

“jimin, what i learned from the min family is something i value dearly.” he puts the cigarette out. “discipline, hard work, difference between good and bad, you name it. i mean, look at me.” he extends his arms out, referencing to his penthouse. “do you know how impossible it is for anyone to live the life i live? this penthouse? baby, you couldn’t buy this on your own. ever. ”

“it’s about money, then?”

“no. no, it isn’t. of course it’s a factor but the lessons i’ve learned in my life and the experiences i got to share just make it so much better.”

jimin lets out a dry laugh. he looks away from jungkook. 

“wow. you’re sick.”

“and you’re still here, aren’t you?”

the blonde pauses. the cool night air hits his face as the breeze sways by. he hates it, that jungkook is right. he feels like a fool.

“i am.” 

he grins. “and what does that make you?”

“sick.”

a pause. jungkook’s lips curve upward and his eyes crinkle a little because of it.

“come inside.”

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one month of sitting home and trying to pass the time has finally ended for jimin.

he’s happy to be back. as he walks through the front doors after scanning his laminate he gets greeted and patted on the shoulder as he walks through. it seems like everyone either doesn’t care about what had happened, or they were never told.

before jimin can reach his office that’s probably collecting spider webs, hoseok walks in front of him and reaches for him to pull him into a hug. 

it takes jimin aback, but then he remembers how even through the worst times they have in the department, hoseok is like the sun 2.0.

“i missed you.”

jimin melts into the hug, a smile forming on his face. “i missed you too, hyung. how’s everything been around here?”

hoseok pulls away, glaring at jimin. “well, i’ve been picking up your work for the past month. you owe me a drink, or two, in compensation.”

the blonde laughs. “fine, fine. when?”

“saturday night, at olimpia. i’ll pick you up?”

“got it. saturday. olimpia.”

“wonderful! now you better go greet namjoon-hyung before he threatens to put you in to teach some interns.”

jimin rolls his eyes and heads off to namjoon’s office. when he reaches it, the door is closed but the light is turned on inside. he knocks three times, hears a “come in” and opens the door slowly, closing it behind him.

“hi, chief.”

“jimin,” namjoon starts. “come sit down.”

he does as he’s told, pulling the chair across namjoon’s desk and sitting on it with his arms gently placed on his legs. 

“it’s good to see you again. welcome back.”

“good to be back, hyung.”

namjoon smiles, dimples on display. 

“i’m considering moving you off the min yoongi case. what you did was incredibly unprofessional and dangerous. it’s not final yet, but i’m giving you a heads up when i finalize my decision.” he reaches a hand out, jimin takes it. “you are a very good cop, jimin. you don’t mess up like this. i don’t want your stress affecting this case. i’m not doing this because i don’t trust you, but you seem to be going off the rails here. and when and if, we get jeon jungkook in holding again you will not be allowed to go see him. understood?”

the blonde lets out a sigh. he’s lucky he’s not being moved to another department entirely. 

“i understand, chief. if that’s what you think is best then i agree.”

“good. for now, let’s try to find anything to lead us to the king of the underground. i will let you my final decision on your involvement in this case whenever the time comes.”

jimin nods and stands. he bows to namjoon before heading out and going back to his office. when he enters, he sees the files he had on his desk gone. hoseok truly did do all of his work on top of his own. not like he ever doubted it.

hoseok was always hard working, kind, extroverted and down to earth. he’s someone you could always trust. jimin’s looked up to him for a long time, along with namjoon. in a way, he’s like his role model. 

and when he meets him for drinks, they go all out.

“i can’t believe you managed to scare away your date.”

the music is loud. jimin feels like his eardrums are about to explode. he thinks he’s on his second drink. maybe it’s his third. along with a shot. he’s sitting across from hoseok who’s wearing a very long white v-neck with blue jeans and a belt. his hair styled with gel and mousse. jimin decided on all black tonight, dress shirt and black ripped jeans. his shirt a little too short on him.

he doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol, but hoseok looks good. well, of course he always looks good, but jimin can’t help but notice it tonight.

he knows it’s risky. but how much more risky is flirting with his coworker than meeting up with someone he’s supposed to bring to jail?

“hyung.” jimin starts off. “wanna dance? i love this song.” 

he doesn’t even know what this song is. 

hoseok tilts his head back in a laugh. “you’re reminding me of my dance teaching days back in university.” he slides off the chair and takes jimin’s small hand in his, pulling him toward the crowd of dancers. “i’d love to.” 

at first, they start off slow. the music is something from the 90s. the drinks both men had are pumping through their system, and jimin feels his cheeks getting more warm. he turns around so his back is facing hoseok’s front, resting his head on his shoulders. 

the older rests his hands on jimin’s hips, pulling him into his body so they’re closer than before, slowly moving to the song. 

“am i reading into this correctly?” hoseok licks jimin’s earlobe. “do you want what i want?”

jimin’s eyes flutter closed. he doesn’t say anything, but just grinds his ass into hoseok’s crotch to the beat. 

“fuck. jimin-ah.”

“hyung. take me to your place.” 

hoseok nibbles onto jimin’s ear for a second longer before fishing out his phone, playing around on it for a few seconds then gently escorting jimin out of the bar.

“i ordered us a cab. we can’t drive like this.” 

“you’re right.” 

jimin feels the cool air on his face as him and hoseok stand and wait for the cab. he rests his head on his shoulder from behind, closing his eyes. this feels all to familiar to him, but he refuses to think about that time with a certain someone. he’s heading to his hyung’s house. his coworker. a normal person. 

eventually, the cab comes and in no time he’s at hoseok’s place. 

nothing too fancy, but definitely not terrible. 

he doesn’t take the apartment into much account as he’s being led to his bedroom. he’s just here to have a one night stand with his loving coworker. nothing more. he can tell hoseok isn’t looking for an actual relationship. he’s mentioned it before on how he doesn’t think he’s ready for such a commitment when he’s always working. 

“hyung,” jimin whines as his clothes are being taken off of him while hoseok is fully dressed. “why am i only..” 

hoseok raises a brow as jimin stops talking out of nowhere. “why are you only what?”

the blonde snaps out of it, shaking his head a little. “nothing nothing. go on. but take your pants off.”

hoseok laughs. “got it, jimin.” he fumbles with his clothes. “pants equal off.”

jimin tries to laugh, but he has a gut feeling that’s bothering him. his dick is hard, aching, but his mind is worried. 

eventually both of them are completely naked. hoseok works on foreplay, nosing jimin’s neck and sticking his tongue out to lick at his salty skin, wet with sweat from before. as he goes down to jimin’s chest, hoseok subconsciously reaches a hand up to his neck. his fingers spread out against the smaller, and then he goes in to put pressure on the sides, choking him lightly. 

jimin can feel his heart speed up and his face burn with stress as he feels the weight of hoseok’s hand on his airways. he tries to go with it, but he feels like he’s shaking and immediately rips his hyung’s hand off his body, sitting up and clutching his chest as he takes in deep breaths.

“fuck! hyung! can you ask first?” jimin manages to say, voice raising. he feels bad to yell at hoseok, he doesn’t deserve it. 

“jimin, shit, i’m sorry. i didn’t think you’d hate.. oh.” a look of terror washes over his face. hoseok brings his hands up to his mouth, covering it. “that time we found you on the ground passed out. you were getting choked to death, were you not? i- jimin i’m so sorry. it didn’t cross my mind,” hoseok reaches for their clothes, putting his on. “let’s stop. the mood is ruined and you obviously had this reaction for a reason.”

hoseok is so sweet , jimin thinks. 

“it’s– not your fault.” jimin catches his breath. “i didn’t know i wouldn’t like it. you didn’t know. i’m okay hyung. but you’re right, the mood definitely is ruined. so we should stop.” 

hoseok nods frantically. “i’m really sorry.”

jimin nods. “i know.”

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hoseok is fine. jimin is fine. they’re fine. but someone isn’t. 

“fucking jeon jungkook.” jimin grits his teeth. he’s in his office, tapping his pen on the desk annoyingly as he stares at the little information he has about jungkook on his cork board. he has two photos of taehyung and jin in the corner as well. but they’re the same like jungkook. not much information. he believes they’re also using another person’s identity while having the same name.

it’s difficult to prove anything or accuse them of anything without actual proof. they know what they’re doing, all of this experience they have makes them have a clean slate.

just regular civilians of the city.

from the corner of his eye, jimin sees hoseok walking in the hallway. the man greeted him today. but things are a little awkward between them. jimin doesn’t want anything to be awkward, especially at work.

he stands up, opens the door and follows hoseok. he stops when he sees him in the lunch room heating up some food.

“hey, hyung.” jimin says, startling the poor guy. 

“you scared me, jimin. but hey to you too-”

“look, hyung.. i don’t want things to be weird or awkward between us. do you.. wanna start over?” 

hoseok smiles, taking his container of food out when the microwave starts beeping obnoxiously. “i know jimin. but i mean, the whole situation was awkward , and that’s none of our faults. things are gonna be awkward. especially after such an intimate moment. but i think we’ll go back to being normal eventually. oh! before i go! namjoon hyung told me that you’re still gonna be on the case to get min yoongi and his gang. so yay!”

jimin perks up. “oh, that’s wonderful. uh- anything come up with that?”

hoseok frowns, using chopsticks to start poking at his food. “sadly no. it’s a really tough case. it’s like the guy and his clan of obedient dogs don’t even exist.” 

“maybe i can do some additional digging on my own..” 

“go for it! just no talking to jeon jungkook if he’s ever brought back in here. got it?”

“yes father.” 

hoseok giggles before waving goodbye, walking to a table to continue his lunch.

jimin needs more information. his anger about jungkook fucking up his sex life can be put aside for now.

before he leaves to go home for the day, he makes sure he takes the photos of jin and taehyung off his cork board and shoves it somewhere in his bag.

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apparently, jeon jungkook can be a jealous man.

come over

jimin reads the text from the unknown number on his phone, a flurry in his stomach. 

he does indeed, come over.

when he does, jungkook is standing near the balcony doors, a cup of alcohol in his hand wearing a suit.

“jungkook?” jimin calls out. the man stays still, bringing the glass to his lips as he tilts his head to drink the rest of what’s in there.

jimin feels his patience running thin. “jungkook. you called me here, the least you can do is respond to me.”

the glass cup is swung and hits the wall behind jungkook, the opposite side of where jimin was standing on his left side.

“i’m so kind to you. i make you feel special, you get special privileges.. and yet, i’m still not enough.” 

jungkook’s voice is deep, gravelly. like he hasn’t spoken in days.

“what the hell are you talking about?”

“and out of everyone, it’s your coworker?”

he feels anger rise inside him as he processes his words. 

“are you fucking stalking me?” jimin feels like he’s gonna cry. “what is wrong with you?”

jungkook turns around, creeping forward slowly. jimin walks back. 

every step forward is one back.

“a lot is wrong with me sweetheart, if you haven’t noticed yet.” 

“whatever way you found that out, you’re going to stop.” jimin threatens. but it’s empty.

jungkook laughs, his tongue poking around his lips. “i don’t take orders from you.”

“i’m a co–”

“you can’t do anything or else it’ll all backfire on you.”

step forward. step back.

it’s hot in here.

“i- please stop.”

“i’m not doing anything.” 

jimin wants to leave, but his body won’t let him. he isn’t sure if jungkook will let him. well, he probably will. he’s never stopped him from leaving before. he just always finds his way to him somehow.

“your brothers coming over again?” he changes the topic.

jungkook steps outward a little, then forward again. “they’re working.” he deadpans, sounding uninterested. “new project.”

jimin decides to test out the waters. “wanna share with me the location on where you’ll get another fighter beaten to death? or if some drugs are going to be traded in another abandoned building? maybe then i can actually get my bust.”

he can’t move back anymore, or else he’s gonna bend backwards over the kitchen sink. he didn’t even realize he’s turned into the kitchen. he can feel jungkook’s dark, heavy gaze on him as steps forward to put his hands on the sides of the white marble, almost touching jimin with his body.

“what you can do for me, gorgeous, is two things.” 

jimin feels himself getting smaller and smaller under the man’s stare. he’s like if the devil had a human form. his heart is beating so fast, and he feels bothered between his legs. what is jeon jungkook doing to him? to his mind and body?

“one,” he brushes blonde hair out of jimin’s eyes. “you’ll never, ever, let another man touch you like that ever again. and i promise you, if you do, you will not like the outcome.” 

a gentle finger probes his neck, gliding down to his chest, right where his heart beats. 

“two, you’re going to get down on your knees and suck me, got it?” 

jimin’s eyes flutter. “jungkook– i’m-” 

“if you do as you’re told, you’ll get a gift. how does that sound?”

“okay- good– it’s good.”

“knees. you owe me an apology.” 

it’s degrading. being spoken to like that. jimin does it either way. he’s hot, full of jungkook all over. as jungkook takes a small step back to give him some room, jimin gently kneels down to his knees. he’s too embarrassed to maintain eye contact with jungkook, feeling utterly humiliated. but when he feels a hand comb through his hair and yank his head back, he’s forced to be met with those soulless eyes. 

he’s different, different than the first time. then, he was sweet, caring, somewhat bubbly. now, he’s harsh, cruel, demanding, but jimin really doesn’t mind. 

it makes him yearn more.

“apologize.”

he wants this side to become even worse.

“what am i apologizing for again?”

jungkook laughs. “for a cop you’re not that smart. beautiful, tell me, what are you apologizing for?”

the hand in jimin’s hair is gently caressing him now. he’s hot and cold with the way he acts. one second he’s petting him and the second he’s basically pulling strands out. 

“i wanted someone to touch me, feel me and fuck me since you obviously couldn’t do it.” 

jungkook doesn’t answer with words. he simply just undoes his belt and pulls his pants down, making sure his boxer briefs go down with them. from the angle jimin is in, he can see the entirety of jungkook’s dick in his face. he’s hard, painfully so. 

“open.” he reaches down his tattooed hand to place two fingers on jimin’s lips, forcing himself in his mouth. when he opens it, his fingers shove to the back of jimin’s throat, emitting a gagging noise. 

“maybe after this, you’ll apologize and do as i say.” 

and before he knows it, jungkook’s tip is touching his face and making its way to inch into his slightly ajar mouth. by now, jungkook pulled his hand away and is leaving it to the back of jimin’s head to keep him where he wants it.

when his cock gets shoved into his throat, he finds it difficult to not gag again. he’s too big, and thick. his mouth can’t take all of him comfortably.

jungkook eventually starts moving. jimin does his best to suck him as the other pushes his hips to his face, pulsing cock touching his throat all over. he can feel his eyes get glossy, tears threatening to spill over as he’s taking every single inch. 

“i know you’re being a brat on purpose. but baby, i need to teach you a lesson.” jungkook huffs as he feels jimin hollow his cheeks out to take suck him more, itching to spill as he feels the vibrations from the blonde. 

“you’ve been mine since i saw you. you belong to me.” 

jimin can’t help but moan a little. jungkook’s words degrade him, embarrass him, but the fire he feels all over his skin is something he enjoys . he wants- no, he needs more.

he starts moving at his own pace as he sucks jungkook off, licking the underside of his hard cock and coating it with more and more saliva. he quickens the pace, bobbing his head and before he knows it, his mouth is empty and he feels hot liquid dripping down his face. 

“hmm, what a sight. you’ve always been the most beautiful thing i’ve seen, but now is a sight i absolutely love.” jungkook watches as his cum runs down jimin’s neck, along with the wet tears falling down his red, puffy cheeks. 

“here,” he reaches down to help jimin stand up, chuckling when the smaller melts into his arms, not caring about the fact that his suit is getting dirty with his own seed. “let me return the favor.” 

jimin blinks. “you don’t have to.”

“i want to. bed or couch?”

“hmm.. couch.”

jungkook wastes no more time and picks jimin up in his arms, bridal style. he walks him over to the couch and gently lays him down against the softness of it. 

“is this my gift?” jimin whispers. he lifts his hips when he feels jungkook struggle to get his own pants off. he watches as he takes his suit off as well, just leaving the white shirt and black tie on.

“nope.”

jimin laughs. “i wonder what it is then.” he feels shy as jungkook pulls his underwear down a little and exposes his manhood. 

“you’ll find out soon enough, beautiful.” 

jimin anticipates jungkook’s wet mouth to be on him in the next few seconds, but is surprised to feel his fingers play around with his length instead. “are you not..?”

“sucking your cock? i will. but i need my apology first.” 

oh, right. 

jimin twitches as jungkook’s finger pokes his head, swirling a bead of cum around it in a slow, circular motion. 

“i-i’m sorry.” 

jungkook doesn’t seem pleased. he continues his slow motions. “for what?” 

“for almost having sex with my coworker." he feels stupid saying this. sorry for being an adult who wanted to have sex . 

“wrong. what are you really sorry about, jimin?”

“for wanting to fuck another man. but i didn’t have sex with him, i promise.”

a small lick to his tip. “i know you didn’t. it’s okay.” 

before he knows it, his entire length is engulfed in jungkook’s heat. 

“jungkook-ah, please-” jimin moans out when a strong hand forces his legs apart, giving the man more space between them. 

jungkook seems to know what he’s doing. he squeezes his inner thigh and starts sucking him off fast. he makes sure to put the most pressure on jimin’s tip, making the blonde bite his lip to stay quiet. 

not like there’s any neighbors in this penthouse either way. 

“fuck, jungkook.” jimin grabs onto the bundle of black locks under him and squeezes as he starts feeling more and more sensitive. jungkook groans as his hair is being tugged a little, but he doesn’t stop or slow down for even a second. 

“pull out, i don’t want to cum in your m- oh fuck!”

jungkook forces his head down and takes every drop of jimin’s cum down his throat. after a few seconds, he pulls away and stares at jimin with dark, hooded eyes as he swallows everything.

“you- you didn’t have to.” jimin pants, legs shaking from his orgasm. jungkook shifts forward and plants a sloppy kiss on jimin’s red lips, which he happily takes.

“i wanted to. you’re too stunning not to suck off.”

jimin pulls jungkook on top of him weakly until he gets the hint, resting his head on his chest.

his mind feels cloudy. it’s like one moment all his worries are washed away but then a second later they come crashing back. 

he’s already dived way too deep in with jungkook. hell, he even met his brothers. even if that wasn’t the plan whatsoever.

he feels horrible that he feels warm when he meets up with jungkook. and how he feels when he calls him beautiful and gorgeous all the time. but he feels his blood boil in hot rage whenever he’s reminded on how jungkook is a killer who doesn’t feel any remorse for the innocent lives he takes, and how he’s aiding in his continual spree of murder and organized crime. 

but he wants him. wants to see him. want to touch him. 

his thoughts are cut off when he hears jungkook’s voice. “i’m truly sorry about the time when you caught me behind the gym.”

“oh. why are you–”

“i hated hurting you. you’re too angelic for any type of brutality. but i had to do it. i couldn’t get caught.”

“is that why you.. called my station for me?”

jungkook shifts so he’s resting his elbows on the couch between jimin’s torso, holding his head up with his palm as he watches for jimin’s expression in his brown eyes. 

“couldn’t leave you alone on the dirty floor like that now, could i?”

jimin gulps, turning his head to the side. he doesn’t want to look at jungkook’s stupid big doe eyes right now. 

“i don’t know what i’m gonna do.” he sighs. jungkook doesn’t say anything, waiting for him to elaborate. 

“if i can’t catch you, but i still want to see you, i have to make a decision.”

“and what were you thinking of, oh wise one?” 

“that’s the issue. i don’t know.”

everything he stands for means nothing. 

“if you need help with anything, you message me. got it?”

jimin rubs his eyes, turns back to look at jungkook. “there’s nothing you can help me with.”

the couch shifts and jungkook leans in a little more to jimin’s face. “try me.”

he guesses he can start small.

“how do i get rid of my guilt.”

silence. for a few seconds.

“three answers for you. one, stop caring and live with your decisions. two, get out of the force entirely. or three, push it all away to the farthest corner and try not to let it consume you.”

“i don’t like those answers.”

jungkook sighs. he pulls off of jimin and rests his back against the couch. “i’m sure you don’t. but there’s nothing else i can tell you. i don’t feel guilt when i do what i do. i don’t care for what i destroy. for who i destroy. i acknowledge what i do. and i sure don’t regret it.”

jimin tries not to cry. not because of jungkook, but because of himself. he’s embarrassed.

“you destroyed me.” he takes a breath. “everyday, i feel like im slipping off a rollercoaster. my job performance is weakening. i can’t even try to have sex with other people because not only do i have a fear of getting choked, you ruined sex with anyone who isn’t you. and i know it’s all my choice, after finding out what i did. i still came onto you, spoke to you, did everything i did or didn’t do. i let my feelings and desires take over me.”

there’s a pause for a few seconds, before jungkook answers.

“at the end there, jimin, it sounded like you’re the one who destroyed yourself.”

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breathe in and out. 

in, slowly. through the mouth.

out, slowly. through the nose.

breathing exercise and relaxation classes during a lunch break is comical. 

“do we really need to be doing this?” jimin turns his head to look at namjoon, who’s happily listening to the instructors commands.

“yes, jimin, we do.” namjoon laughs quietly. 

everyone is seated on the floor in their uniforms, guns on their waist as they listen to a skinny elderly lady with thick glasses teach them the wonders of relaxation and clarity through breathing. it makes jimin giggle in his head at the sight.

“well, thank you hyung for the opportunity to have this wonderful class.”

“exercising your mind is something we all don’t do enough. i feel like having these sessions twice a month would definitely help out with all of our mental states.” 

the instructors voice breaks jimin and namjoon’s conversation, bringing their attention to the old lady. “thank you all for coming once again. remember, next session is the tuesday after next week. take care.” she waves goodbye and begins packing up, the officers standing and leaving to go back to work. 

as jimin grabs a hot coffee before going into his office, he fishes out his phone and has a text from jungkook. he opens it and reads it.

jjk      10:44 AM

good morning beautiful 

i’d love to take you to a fancy place for dinner tonight. you up for it?

me     10:45 AM

is it near the station?

jjk      10:46 AM

nowhere near :) be ready at 8, im sending a car

“hey, jimin.” 

the blonde shuts his phone off as quick as possible, turning to the voice to reveal hoseok. 

“hi, hyung. what’s up?” he replies, bringing his coffee to his lips. 

hoseok purses his lips, trying not to smile. “i got a tip on the phone right before the breathing session. someone said they might’ve seen yoongi walking into a boxing club one night. out to the west of the city, near the water. if we keep a close eye on that place, we might be able to get a lot of information or even be able to catch the guy.” 

jimin blinks. “hyung, this is huge. did you tell namjoon hyung?” 

“i’m about to,” he pats jimin on the shoulder. “i really hope this tip leads us somewhere.”

“me too.” 

“anyway. any plans tonight? me and namjoon hyung are gonna hit up a new bar that opened up. we wanna know if you wanna come with?”

jimin gulps, looking away from hoseok’s curious eyes. “not tonight hyung.. sorry. a bit tired. maybe next week?” 

“no problem!” hoseok replies. “see you later. i’m going to tell namjoon about the tip i got. we’ll probably send a patrol unit around the building for a few weeks, see where this gets us and if yoongi or even that guy jungkook show up.” 

“good luck!” 

jimin watches as hoseok scurries away, walking to find namjoon in his office. a part of him is relieved, while another is worried. 

though, it could be a trap? 

but he doesn’t want to see hoseok hurt. or worse.

he hopes the tip isn’t reliable. 

of course, because he doesn’t want his friend hurt. absolutely the reason why.

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it’s 8 on the dot when jimin sees a beautiful black rolls-royce pull up to his apartment complex. 

he walks over to open the back door, but a man in a suit gets out of the passenger side and opens it for him.

as he gets in, he only sees the driver. it would just be them and the man who opened the door for him. 

jimin clears his throat. the car reeked of strong cologne. overpowering his light, seductive scent. “so, where are we going?” he asks. 

the driver starts to move. “surprise.” 

jimin scratches his head. “okay..” 

the ride is awkward after that. the driver doesn’t put on any music, so all he could hear was the throat clearing of the two men and the sound of the vehicle driving on the highway. jimin notices he doesn’t have the navigation on, so he knows where he’s going.

it takes about 20 minutes before the man pulls up to a beautiful restaurant on the water. it’s busy, and everyone is wearing stunning attire. jimin looks down at his blouse and black slacks and wonders if he’s too broke to be here with his average looking clothes. 

the man on the passenger side got out and opened the door for jimin again. “follow me.” 

he leads them inside and gives the host some type of signal with his hand. she nods and points to the elevator inside on their right. 

they ride up to the third floor. jimin didn’t know the restaurant has multiple floors. then again, he doesn’t go here. as they get out, jimin is greeted with a much calmer environment. the lighting was warm and there was soft classical music playing in the background. the man, who jimin is assuming is a bodyguard, guides him through once again. they walk a little before he sees jungkook sitting alone at a small two person table. the table is seated next to big windows with a stunning view of a lit up bridge and the ocean. when he’s brought to the table, jungkook’s eyes lock onto his. 

“thank you, song. you may depart. you can grab a seat at the bar if you’d like,” jungkook swiftly takes out one of his cards from who knows where and hands it to the man. “on me.” 

the man, song, nods and does as he’s recommended.

jimin is staring in shock. at everything, not just the man in front of him. 

“well, are you going to sit?” 

he feels his cheeks warm up, and he takes his chair out and plants himself in it. 

“sorry..” he mutters. 

“don’t be. i understand you’re a shy little thing at times.” jungkook replies, voice like honey. 

jimin stares into his eyes. as usual, there’s not much behind them. cold and without a soul. but this time, he thinks that he might see a bit of something in them.

“i’m so glad you agreed to come out,” jungkook breaks jimin’s thoughts, reaching out to grab one of jimin’s small hands in his, clasping it. “the only times we hang out are in my apartment and your police station.” 

jimin laughs. “i wouldn’t say you behind bars is hanging out, but sure.” 

jungkook smiles. “still. this is our first time on something called.. a date? i presume.” 

a date.

jimin blushes. jungkook notices. 

“how cute. oh– the waiter is on their way! do you know what you want to drink?”

“probably just a water is fine. no alcohol for me tonight.”

“boringggg.”

the waiter arrives to the table, bringing over a glass of pure water and pouring it into the two glass cups in front of both men. 

jungkook speaks before the waiter can say anything. “i’ll have a whole bottle of the most expensive red wine please. he just wants the water.” 

the waiter nods. “of course mister jeon, coming right up.” 

jimin watches the waiter scurry off. 

“you.. come here a lot?” jimin asks. 

“we own it.” 

jimin mentally slaps himself in the face. “of course..”

jungkook takes a sip of his water. he stares at jimin. his big eyes not blinking once. 

“what?” jimin coughs. “something on my face?” 

“no.” jungkook replies. “i just- my gift for you. you’ll have it soon.” 

“this dinner isn’t a gift?”

jungkook shakes his head. “no. i just wanted to take you out somewhere nice. you’re such a hardworking man, you deserve it.” 

the waiter comes back with jungkook’s wine and jimin realizes he didn’t even glance at the menu.

“shit, can you give us another second? i don’t know what–”

“we’ll both have the 8 ounce filet mignon, medium, with seasoned potatoes.” jungkook says. the waiter nods and takes the menus away from them. 

jimin glares. “did you seriously just order for me? what if im allergic to potatoes?” he lies.

jungkook chuckles. “you’re not. you’re only allergic to peanuts.”

jimin pauses. “you- i never told you that.”

“babe, you did. you just don’t remember.”

“okay then.” jimin surrenders. he looks to his left and watches the waves of the ocean hit the rocks. “it looks gorgeous.” 

“it does, doesn’t it? i love the water.”

“jungkook-ah, when will you tell me what my gift is? because to me, this looks like it's a gift.”

“consider this a pre-gift to your actual gift.” 

“can i have a hint at least?”

jungkook hums looking out to where jimin was, outside the window. “you’ve gotten it.”

jimin turns to jungkook, a confused look on his face. “what do you mean?”

jungkook shakes his head. “nothing, nevermind. don’t worry about it.” 

their dinner went wonderfully. as expected, jimin didn’t have to pay a single penny. this time, jungkook leads him out and to the first floor. song following behind, but jungkook tells him to stay behind as the man drags jimin out to the back and through a door. 

they go outside, to a walkway of flowers and lights that almost reaches out to the sand. 

“no one goes out here except me or my brothers.” jungkook explains. “it’s so quiet here. we like coming out here to relax after we’ve eaten. especially on really stressful days.” 

“oh.” jimin says. he isn’t sure what else he should say. he doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries. “that’s nice. it’s really pretty here. the flowers look amazing and well taken care of.”

jungkook turns from the flowers and walks up to jimin. he moves in closer and holds him gently by the side of his face, gently rubbing his thumb over his soft skin. “jimin, can i tell you something. something i’ve never said to anyone before.” 

jimin gulps, throat feeling dry already. jungkook has a serious look on his face. it’s making him worried. 

“what is it?” he asks quietly, almost silently. 

“i really like you. though, it would be impossible to be together.” jungkook says. his eyes flicker between jimin’s to catch his reaction. “i want to try. no, i need to try. i get what i want. and–”

“you want me..” jimin finishes jungkook’s sentence. “but, it’s risky. i mean, this in itself is risky. i could be the one behind bars if we’re caught.” jimin feels the panic rise inside his body at the thought. hiding behind a cell because of his feelings? that, for sure, is something he doesn’t want. 

“baby,” jungkook chuckles, leaning in to plant a kiss on the shorter’s forehead. “you’re worried for no reason. nothing is going to happen to you. i promise. did you forget who i am?” 

“jungkook, can i at least think about this?” 

“i can give you all the time in the world, jimin. though i guarantee your outcome will always be the same.” 

jimin laughs, but he doesn’t think this is funny. “jungkook, please, why don’t we forget this conversation never happened?” 

jungkook keeps his eyes locked on jimin’s, not moving to look at anything else. “think about it, sweetie.” he plants a kiss on his lips. “you know i can treat you like royalty. and besides, if you really didn’t want this, you would’ve said no a long time ago.”

jungkook’s sweet smile and voice takes over jimin. “f-fine. i’ll think about this. but don’t rush me into giving you an answer.” 

“good choice. now, let me get you back home. i know you need to go to work tomorrow morning. when’s your next mental exercise by the way?” 

they start walking back to the front of the restaurant. song is waiting outside the same rolls-royce jimin was brought in. 

“ next next tuesday.” jimin mindlessly answers. song opens the back door for jimin go get inside. 

“i can give you your gift that day, if you’d like.” 

jimin eyes jungkook like he’s a liar. “sureeee. that ‘gift’. i’m honestly starting to think there might not be a gift at all, actually.” 

jungkook laughs. he leans in and presses a sloppy kiss to jimin’s cheek. “trust me, there’s a gift. anyway, have a good night. how about another date tomorrow night?” 

jimin pauses for a few seconds, biting his bottom lip. “song picking me up again?” 

“if you’d like.” 

“then sure. pick me up at the same time?”

“it’s hot when you give me orders. 8 o’clock tomorrow it is then.” 

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jungkook’s special dates makes jimin forget who he really is. 

the next night, he’s brought to a private small movie theater that jin’s the owner of. 

they get half an hour into the movie before both of their clothes are off.

a few days later, jungkook brings jimin on a helicopter ride over the city for an hour. jimin couldn’t stop shaking and clinging onto jungkook’s body like a baby clinging to it’s mother. clothes managed to stay on. 

a few days after that, they spend the night shopping at a mall. jungkook insisted that they both wore bucket hats, masks and glasses to cover up as the mall is for anyone to go to, and they didn’t want to risk being seen. clothes were taken off because of trying on new items (jungkook paid for everything), not because of silent semi-public sex.

another day, they just stay inside jungkook’s penthouse. it was a rainy day that included homemade pie and apple cider along with romance movies and a steamy makeout session. clothes somewhat off. 

when jimin burned himself on the stove after taking the cooked pie out of the oven, jungkook gently put an ice pack on it and kissed jimin’s temple a million times to make him feel better. 

when jimin talks to jungkook about his stressful day at work, he comforts him and tells him he’s the hardest working cop in that station. and that he’s proud of him. 

when jimin’s horny, jungkook makes sure to satisfy his needs.

when jimin cries after thinking about his friends who died, jungkook comforts him.

jungkook is like a stone wall, unmoved by feelings. it’s like he doesn’t have anything other than “liking someone” and cold-blooded anger. 

how can such a neutral force be something jimin finds tranquility in? 

the fact that he stalks him, knows so much about him, wants to own him, why does that turn him on? 

jungkook sees him unlike anyone has before. 

he knows he doesn’t have a choice when it comes to rejecting or accepting jungkook’s feelings for him. 

he says yes. he likes him back. 

jungkook’s kissing his neck and rubbing his waist with both hands when he gets his answer. 

“i knew your feelings for me would be the same as mine.” jungkook laughs in his neck. it tickles jimin.

“don’t push your luck.” jimin groans as he feels jungkook try to suck a hickey onto his neck. 

“you’re getting your gift tomorrow.” jungkook says. this catches jimin’s attention. 

“finally? i really was starting to think you were lying about that.”

“you’re going to love it.” 

“i can’t wait.” 

the breathing exercises go smoothly as usual. it’s kind of boring in jimin’s opinion, but this whole time he couldn’t stop thinking about jungkook’s gift to him. 

he’s jumpy with excitement but he tries not to show it. he can’t risk anything. 

but he wonders what it could be. a new car? expensive jewely? more clothes? he truly has no idea what jungkook has in store for him.

“well, that went great.” hoseok yawns as he walks beside jimin to go to the conference room. they had a meeting to catch up on their cases and to bring everyone up to speed on any new information found. 

“maybe it’s actually helping some of us.” jimin says. “the breathing stuff.” 

hoseok nods. “i feel lighter after doing them! it’s like a weight is lifted off my chest.” 

jimin smiles. “that’s really good, hyung.”

they’re about to enter the room until hoseok gets a call. he picks up, and jimin watches as his smiling face turns into a frown. 

“what is it?” jimin asks.

“dispatch. body near the rocks on the beach. that remind you of anything?” hoseok asks as he storms off to get namjoon and a few officers to go to the crime scene. 

jimin’s frozen in the same place. it’s like everything stopped. he feels betrayed in a way, though he knows jungkook never said he would stop. hell, he never asked.  

namjoon’s voice snaps jimin out of his thoughts. “jimin, why are you just standing there? lets GO!” 

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it’s like he’s reliving the scene. 

the sand, the water, the waves. 

jimin looks up and to the side, he sees the flowers from the walkway at jungkook’s family restaurant. he sees the third floor, where he and him ate two weeks back. 

his heart is pumping and he hears a ringing in his ears as he walks up to the big rocks, carefully walks all over them until he sees a hand sticking out, gray and dull. 

he really feels like he’s going to pass out.

the body. bruising on his neck. a young guy, and it finally registers. 

jiho. the bartender. 

he was alive. now, he’s gone. 

he had his whole life to live.

but jungkook killed him. 

after he said he wouldn’t do anything. 

there's a watch right on top of jiho’s body. 

it’s shiny and gold.

“--min, jimin! can you hear me?” hoseok shakes jimin, everything going back to place. 

“w-what?”

“i said this isn’t your fault. okay? it’s not your fault. we’re going to get the watch tested for fingerprints. unfortunately forensics said the killer used gloves again. so there won’t be anything on the man’s body.” 

“it- okay. okay. let me know what pops up when you run the watch.” 

hoseok nods. “i will. but look at me, jimin-ah. it really isn’t your fault. i’m so sorry he’s gone.”

jimin just nods. he can’t open his mouth. his throat is shut. he needs to go. 

and so he does, he leaves the scene. namjoon just lets him go, he must know how this feels for him. 

he’s a killer. he’s guilty. no matter what hoseok is going to say, no matter how many times, he’s guilty and he’s the reason jiho is dead.

when he gets the fingerprint match from the watch the next day, it’s linked to song si-woo, and a picture of the guy who opened doors for jimin in the rolls royce appears. 

the next day, he’s tracked and brought to the station. jimin makes sure he isn’t seen, just in case.

but he knows that song is loyal. and that’s why he hasn't pleaded not guilty. his loyalty is unmatched. 

and then jimin finally understands.

one member of the min yoongi gang is caught and put behind bars.

this was his gift. 

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“one less criminal out on the streets of our wonderful city. the losses are something we wish we can take back, but we just can’t. however, there is a light at the end of every tunnel and that light is something me and my department are going to find after every case. thank you. no further questions.” 

namjoon always carried himself with such professionalism and integrity. it’s the reason he’s the chief and the one who makes official statements and speeches to the public and the press. 

after song had been caught, the city sees hope into the department. 

jimin stands beside namjoon, hoseok and a few other officers on the case up at the podium during namjoon’s speech to the public. the flashing of cameras blind him and he finds it difficult to focus on what’s going on. especially since he sees familiar faces in the crowd.

jin and taehyung, both in the crowd with visitor lanyards and one with a smile on his face and the other with a scowl and a death stare.

jimin’s stomach ties to a knot as he can occasionally sense their stares on him. after the speech, he finds himself walking around the department building and to the back. he knows he’ll be followed.

and followed he is. 

“what my brother does to satisfy you genuinely shocks me. frame one of our own? that sure is something.” taehyung’s loud voice pierces jimin’s ears and the blonde watches as they stalk towards him, stopping a few feet before him. 

“it’s foolish of you both to be here.” 

jin smiles. “we’ll be okay. but, i must say i have to agree with taehyung here. what jungkook does to keep you happy is something we never thought he would do for anyone. either way… i personally think it’s cute…” 

taehyung’s anger seems to multiply. he crosses his arms, glaring at his brother. “song is in prison for something he didn’t do. does this not bother you!? next thing you know, your ass is also being sold for this piece of shit–”

“oh fuck you, at least i don’t murder people in cold blood and act all normal about it.” jimin snaps back. if he could, he’d punch taehyung in the face right now. 

“you’re a fucking accomplice. don’t get too cocky now.” he smirks, and jimin looks away.

jin slaps taehyung’s shoulder, a sign to stop. “it really was a shame what happened. but when jungkook is given a order, he follows through. he’s as loyal to the big boss as any of us are. it’s why you’re still alive, actually.” 

this piques jimin’s interest. he looks back at the brothers. what does he mean?

“basically,” jin continues, “yoongi told us to leave you alone. for jungkook’s sake. and we listen.” 

“you’re lucky we listen.” taehyung adds.

jimin scoffs. “oh trust me, i know you’d gun me if it were possible.”

taehyung smiles, but it’s not a kind one. “sure would.”

“enough you two! please.” jin begs. “we’re taking our leave now. we just wanted to see what your chief’s statement was going to be.. and we wanted to check in on you. i know jiho’s death would’ve taken a toll on you, especially after jungkook said he was going to leave him alone after he ratted himself out to you at the club.”

jimin doesn’t say anything else, just watches as jin bids him goodbye and taehyung rolls his eyes and leaves without saying anything else.

he wonders if jungkook’s loyalty to yoongi would cause him to hurt him if he ordered it.

or is he special?

he shakes his head and walks back around to go inside the station. when hoseok asks where he was, he lies and said he needed a breather.

as jimin sits at his desk, he realizes there are two endings for him.

he stays with jungkook, but leaves the force.

or,

he cuts ties with jungkook and plans to formally catch him and his dysfunctional family.

he knows both will lead to his own suffering. 

his feelings for jungkook grow strong, though he should hate him. want to kill him, even? he cried the night finding of jiho’s body. he remembers the skinny bartender shaking on the floor of the club as he spoke to him. 

all because of debt. 

and he knows there’s going to be so much more of the pain and suffering. for so many innocent people. 

jungkook is not going to leave him alone, either. and if jimin asks to cut ties, he knows he will use anything he has on him to turn him into his own station.

but he thinks he loves him. 

when he gets home, it’s cold. jimin wears an expensive wool sweater jungkook bought him during their shopping spree. he can smell the faint cologne still on it. 

that night, he drinks till his head feels like cotton and he throws up all over the sweater. 

he wakes to a cold apartment. head resting on the dining room table where he fell asleep. he checks his phone, no messages.

jungkook hasn’t texted him since after their last date.

not only did he fuck him over and cause more pain, he’s ghosting him too?

his brain feels like a pile of scrambled eggs.

at this point, he feels nothing anymore.

it’s not until a month later where jungkook finally reaches out to jimin again. he sends him a can we talk? text that jimin ignores.

when he isn’t working, he’s home, drunk. 

jiho’s death had affected him worse than he thought. 

he’s teetering on the edge of having a drinking problem, but he isn’t stupid enough to go to work intoxicated.

then one night, after falling asleep in the bathtub fully clothed without any water running, jungkook shows up and sits next to the tub in his usual suit.

jimin’s head hurts as he blinks his eyes open, adjusting to the light. he does a double take when he sees jungkook staring at him intensely.

“you don’t answer my messages and calls and what? i find you here, a drunkard now? we both know you’re better than this.” he scoffs, voice loud with anger and disappointment. 

“you’re a.. killer.” jimin says, eyes threatening to shut once more.

jungkook ignores him. he stands up. “get up, i’m taking you to bed.” he demands.

jimin slumps down even more into the tub. “no.”

“get up.”

“nope.”

“now.”

“...” 

“i’ve had enough.” jungkook grits his teeth and steps into the tub to grab jimin by the armpits roughly, ignoring the protests from the smaller man as he hauls him into his arms, ignoring the kicking and weak slaps to his face. 

despite the man's annoyance, jungkook sets jimin down gently. as he’s doing so, jimin digs his nails into jungkook’s neck and he’s being shaken by the shoulders. 

“enough! fucking lay down!”

jimin’s eyes go blurry with tears. “you killed him. i told you not to.” he burries his face in his hands. 

“do you even feel bad?” he sobs.

he knows the answer.

“i feel bad that i hurt you.” jungkook admits. 

this bothers jimin. “y-you’re wrong. you don’t have feelings. you- you only kill and steal and break my heart. you only care about yourself and your gang!”

“no, jimin. you’re wrong. i have feelings- for you!” 

jimin shakes his head. he can’t help but plop forward to shove his body into jungkook’s chest. 

“you don’t have feelings for anything outside of a cop you use to be your toy. jiho was innocent and you could’ve left him alone. but now? he’s dead.” 

“that was my gift to you. you’re one step closer to catching me.” 

jimin laughs dryly. “you know that’s not going to happen.” 

jungkook doesn’t respond. he rubs jimin's back and lets him catch his breath in his arms.

“enough with the excessive drinking. i beg you. it doesn’t suit you.” 

all of a sudden, jimin pulls back and crashes his lips into jungkook’s, shoving his tongue down his mouth and into his throat. the taller complies, until jimin’s dragging him down and he pries off of him earning a protesting noise from jimin.

“why are you stopping?” he tries to get jungkook down on him again but he’s as stiff as a concrete wall.

“you’re obviously drunk out of your mind.” he deadpans. his black curls get in his eyes and he tucks his strands behind his ear. he watches as jimin shifts in his sheets and tries to get comfortable to sleep, eyes struggling to stay open.

jungkook expects jimin to tell him to leave. that he hates him, never wants to see his face and that he’s a murderer and he killed an innocent boy who was just starting with life. that he was a disgusting monster. but he never does.

“stay with me,” he sniffles. “i don’t want to be alone.” 

though jungkook had plans with yoongi, he can always make time for jimin. 

“of course, beautiful. i’ll take care of you when you wake up.” he says softly as he takes off his shoes and tight jacket. now he’s nestling behind jimin in bed, wrapping his arms around his waist and shoving his face in his neck.

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when jimin wakes up, he’s alone. his head is pounding and the sunlight is hurting his eyes as he opens them. he slowly gets up and walks over to the kitchen. there, he sees jungkook in all his glory, typing something on his phone as he sips on coffee from jimin’s best officer mug he got as a joke from hoseok one christmas.

“jungkook?” 

the man turns his head, laughing at jimin’s puffy face. 

“the beast is awake.” he jokes, walking to one of jimin’s cupboards and taking a painkiller out and a water bottle from the fridge.

“i know your head is killing you. please take this and i’ll make you something light to eat.”

jimin blushes but complies, popping the pill in his mouth and taking a swig of water to swallow it.

“i thought you left.” he admits, feeling more shy. 

jungkook presses a kiss to jimin’s lips, gently. “never.”

jimin smiles as he follows jungkook back into the kitchen. in different circumstances, he would be fantasizing on how he’s his husband, and how they both work a regular 9-5 and that they want to adopt a little of kittens for their house.

but jungkook is a criminal and a murderer and jimin is a police officer who has feelings for him. 

happily ever after won’t happen to them.

he clings to jungkooks back as the taller fries up some eggs and rice for them to eat. 

after they sit down and eat, jimin finds himself rubbing hand against jungkooks. 

“i think i know what i’m going to do.” he says cautiously, watching jungkooks reaction to his words.

“and what is that, lovely?”

“i’m gonna turn you in, and then you’ll be in jail and you can’t kill anyone else.”

jungkook scoffs, a little annoyed. “you moving in with me?”

“if i have to, i fucking will.” 

now, jungkook’s smiling. jimin can’t help but think it’s creeping him out. he thinks he has an 

“okay, park jimin. show me what you got.” 

though jungkook thinks jimin is playing games with him, he really isn’t.

if jimin can find any lick of evidence that jungkook killed or did drug related crime, he’s bringing it into his station as fast as humanly possible.

he’s tired of playing all of these games. except a few.

they resume their typical “forbidden fucking” and “dates”, along with jungkook breaking into his apartment at random times when jimin isn’t home but he finds him there. 

he doesn’t even think yoongi is his personal main priority anymore, it’s just jungkook. 

and if he gets jungkook in jail and taehyung kills him before he can get a neighboring cell, then so be it. 

jiho deserves justice.

all of any gang related victims deserve justice.

jimin can also acknowledge that he might need to seek mental help after this whole thing is over.

because his police station is currently having an issue with the water systems and they moved their work temporarily to another station for about a week and a half until the water system is fully restored.

and jimin has needs, of course. and he wants to try out new things. definitely.

his heart is racing when he grabs jungkook by the hand and leads him into his station. he knows he won’t find anyone here, but his heart still pounds in his chest at the idea of being caught red handed like this.

he uses his laminate to unlock the doors and leads jungkook into the temporary holding cells where he once was. 

“are you sure you want to do this? i’m not saying no though..” jungkook questions as jimin leads him into one of the cells and closes the door. 

“i do.” jimin says as he starts ripping off jungkook’s clothes. he needs him naked. 

jungkook seems to agree, but he starts ripping off jimin’s. there are no lights on and their breathing is hard and heavy, trying to get to each other fully nude as fast as they can. 

“i touched myself beforehand.” jimin says as he feels jungkook roughly grip his ass. his lips attach to jimin’s neck and he begins to suck, hips pushing into jimin’s which entices a moan out of the blonde.

“good, i don’t want to waste time today. i fucking need you. my little snitch.” he growls. jungkook roughly presses jimin’s back against the painted brick wall and suddenly turns him around abruptly. “how would your boss namjoon and your kind friend hoseok react if they saw you like this? with the way you’re wanting it so much, i’m sure it would register with them that this isn't the first time i’ve taken you.”

jimin pushes his ass against jungkook’s hips, teasing him. he tries to ignore the sting from his cheek as his face is uncomfortably being pressed against the brick. “stop talking, please fuck me.”

“only because you’re so cute,” and jungkook bites jimin’s neck as he shoves his throbbing dick into his hole, the smaller letting out a soft moan. 

jimin expects jungkook to go fast, but he doesn’t. his own cock is throbbing between his legs and he needs to feel something. 

“why–”

“you need to be punished,” jungkook whispers in his ear and grips his waist with his hand, steadily moving back to take his entire length out of the man. only to slowly push in again. “for what you are trying to do to me.”

“i’m– a good person.” jimin manages to say in a breathy tone as jungkook presses forward and he feels his entire cock shape him from the inside out.

jungkook finally picks up the pace. “of course you are.” 

it feels like they’re in the same position for hours, jimin can feel his knees tremble from standing and his cheek starts to hurt even more as his face still scratches against the uneven wall. there’s a small window with bars above jimin showcasing the moonlight but other than that there’s absolutely no light inside the station. he can’t see much and he would love to see jungkook but it isn’t possible.

jungkook turns him around again and shoves himself back into jimin, latching his lips onto his own to quiet him. the man’s cologne is strong, and jimin swears he’s getting drunk off of it. 

as they part, jimin is about to say something but the sound of a door closing has both of them frozen in place. his heartbeat is so fast it might pop out of his chest. he thinks jungkook is the same.

jimin isn’t sure who’s inside, and he prays and begs in his head that they don’t come in here, but when he hears both hoseok and namjoon’s voices, he doesn’t know whether or not he should be relieved or even more terrified.

and of course, being the devil he is, jungkook places a hand over jimin’s mouth and starts fucking him again. 

he probably couldn’t care less if they got caught. 

if they did get caught, it would be the end. 

he wants to moan but jungkook’s tight grip on his face has him muffled. he can see the light from one of the men’s flashlight peeking into the temporary holding rooms but they don’t enter.

he hears quietly, “i got the file, thanks for coming with me to get it.” it’s hoseok’s voice. then he hears namjoon’s. “no problem. it is creepy in here with the lights off. maybe i understand why you’re easily scared of things.” 

footsteps, door closing, silence.

jungkook removes his hand from his face.

“you would’ve loved getting caught.” 

“no i wouldn’t have. asshole.” 

jungkook fucks him with an inch of his life after that.

after that in the next few weeks, jimin starts to mindlessly threaten jungkook about turning him in and/or landing him a spot in jail based off evidence.

not physically, but verbally. 

at first it doesn’t bother jungkook. he just calls jimin too cute to be an actual threat. he reminds him that he doesn’t have actual evidence linking him directly to any crime. 

but then he just keeps doing it and it eventually pisses him off. 

when they eat together and jimin says something annoying, jungkook just rolls his eyes and stabs his chopsticks in his food like it’s a knife and a body. 

he wonders what will be his breaking point. 

he finds out what it is. 

“you know, you do have a chance of being in the same prison as your brothers. if you decide to ever confess to anything you’ve done. or anything they’ve done.” jimin says carelessly as they sit across from each other on jungkook’s couch, both on their own phones doing their own thing.

jungkook stays silent, but jimin really wants to push.

“though, i feel like you might just backstab them too honestly. you’ve done it with a somewhat innocent man, who’s to say your brothers–” 

“enough.” jungkook says with a booming voice. he stand up and walks over to jimin, grabs his chin with his hand and squeezes his face a little. “i think you forget what type of man i really am, jimin. but i can always show you.”

jimin gulps and grabs jungkook’s hand off of his face, leaving a tingling sensation on his now red skin. 

“you’d never kill me.” 

jungkook smiles and shakes his head. “never.” 

“then show me what else you can do.”

he brings the same hand to his face and runs his thumb over his lips.

“next saturday night, at my family’s restaurant. i’ll send my driver to pick you up.”

jimin feels way too warm when jungkook’s hand leaves his face again and he goes back to eating his food across from him.

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jungkook sent jimin a beautiful pair of dangling diamond earrings from cartier for their dinner date, demanded that he wore them. along with a bracelet from the same brand. the earrings and bracelet looked like they were apart of a set and jimin doesn’t even want to ask how much one of the items cost.

as he steps off to the floor where he ate with jungkook before, he’s greeted with a hand on his waist and a pair of soft lips on his. and of course, his body reacts before his brain does. because jungkook just pulls him in so effortlessly.

“hi.” 

jimin looks away, feeling small. “hi.”

“beautiful as always.” jungkook says with a sparkle in his eyes. some emotion, for once.

he leads jimin to the same table he sat in the first time. now, there’s a small festival going on outside on the sand, and there are a lot of children playing with their families as some live music plays in the background.

“jungkook, i just wanted to tell you.. i don’t need such gifts.” jimin says as he gently touches the earring hanging from his earlobe. it’s shining under the lights of the restaurant. 

“hmm.” he hums in agreement. “but you just look so stunning in them. i can’t help myself.” 

“but it’s too expensive-”

“nonsense. those only cost me under twenty thousand.”

jimin chokes on saliva. “h-how much?”

jungkook takes a sip of water. “i make that amount in less than twenty four hours. don’t worry, pretty. let me spoil you. i want to.”

it seems like jungkook truly cares about him.

“anyway,” he changes the conversation. “i think i’ll have some lobster today. what about you?”

“i’ll be a copycat and get the same thing then.” 

jimin laughs, running a hand through his blonde hair. he remembers his roots are showing now a little, and he pats his hair a bit.

“i can book taehyung’s hair stylist for you. she’s the best in the city, and i’ll cover the cost.” 

jimin shakes his head. “not necessary. i have a hair dresser i’ve been going to for over ten years. i’m a loyal customer.”

“suite yourself.” jungkook replies, taking a look at his watch for a second. “any minute now..” he mumbles.

“what was that?”

jungkook shakes his head. “nothing. let's order now.” 

the dinner goes normally. as usual, the floor that they’re eating on doesn’t have too many guests dining. jungkook greets a few people who walk past their table without sparing jimin a glance. no one seems to be too occupied with jeon jungkook’s private life.

after an hour of eating and talking, the bill being taken care of without jungkook even mentioning a word to the waitress, a sinister smile forms on his face.

“jimin, remember when you told me that i’d never kill you?” 

the blonde freezes. what would have brought this up?” 

“i do. why?”

jungkook straightens his jacket. “well, after that you told me to ‘show you what i’ve got’. and that, my dear, is a challenge. and i don’t back out of a good challenge.” 

jimin’s confusion grows into worry. did jungkook hurt someone again? 

“i don’t know what you mean.” he asks.

“you seem to forget the power i really have.” 

“jungkook–”

“ah, there’s my brother.” he cuts jimin off and waves his hand out to grab someone’s attention. jimin’s about to turn his head but jungkook speaks up again. “taehyung, it’s lovely to see you. and your date?”

jimin hears him before he sees him. “jungkook, nice to see you as well. and yes, this is my date. jung hoseok? right?”

he whips his head to the side and gasps as he watches hoseok’s confused eyes running between his and jungkook’s. occasionally to taehyung. 

“hyung-” 

“why don’t you grab a waitress and tell her to to move a table over so you guys can sit with us, hm?” jungkook says. his voice strong, authoritative. taehyung nods and does as he’s told. 

jimin feels his heart fall into his stomach as hoseok takes a seat right next to him. he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s going to say. making this look like he’s the victim and he’s being forced to be here? hoseok is smarter than that. he won’t believe it. 

being with the enemy is something he never would’ve expected. especially not to be caught.

jungkook, calm as ever, speaks up again. “well, me and jimin have already eaten but we can grab some dessert while you guys start with your dinner. how’s that sound?” 

taehyung grins. “sounds wonderful. hoseok hyung, what can i order for you?” 

hoseok snaps out of his trance and frantically opens a menu and starts skimming through it. he seems rushed, worried. jimin doesn’t blame him. he’s grateful he didn’t storm out and cause a scene. “um, just a salad is fine. and a soda. thanks.” 

taehyung nods, calls over the same waitress and places the order for them. 

“so, brother!” jungkook pats taehyung’s shoulder. “how did you and hoseok hyung meet again exactly? i forgot what the story was.” 

“well. i had attended the press conference that one day. i saw hyung up as his chief was making a speech and just had to ask for his number.” 

jimin’s lips are dry and he is terrified at the thought of opening his mouth. though, he knows for sure nothing will come out. what can he say?

hoseok plays with his fingers. he’s painfully uncomfortable and doesn’t bother sparing a glance at jimin. 

but then, he speaks up. “well. if it’s possible, may i ask how you and jimin met? like, met met. not when you got turned in at the station.” 

a fake hurt look paints jungkook’s face. he takes one of jimin’s hand and holds onto it on the table while his other hand rests at his chest, like he’s been hit. “oh my. have i been a secret all this time? honey, that’s not nice.”

“uh- jungkook i-” jimin tries to withdraw his hand but jungkook’s grip is just too tight. 

“we’ve been together for a while. we met at the gym a long time ago and honestly, jimin caught me in an unfortunate predicament but we hit it off right after.”

“unfortunate predicament?” hoseok questions. 

“oh, i had a flat tire. jiminie here has been so kind to help me out that day.” jungkook smiles. “we hit it off. i didn’t know he was a cop.” 

hoseok doesn’t pry any longer. the situation is already uncomfortable and one wrong question can make everything a hundred times worse. the dinner commences and both hoseok and taehyung begin eating while jungkook tries to start up more small talk but only gets short answers from hoseok. jimin needs to talk to him in private but he isn’t sure when this is going to finish. 

about half an hour later, taehyung and hoseok’s plates are almost empty and jungkook decides to call it a night. they all stand and begin to leave but before he can leave with jungkook he grabs hoseok’s arm and drags him out away from the brothers outside. 

“hyung, i can explain.” jimin says, voice panicked. hoseok is staring at him in a sad way. he isn’t sure why. why he has a flicker of empathy in his eyes.

“you- were you taken advantage of? did he manipulate you or blackmail you in a way?” he says, eyes scanning jungkook some feet away behind him and jimin. “you can tell me. namjoon hyung can start an investigation secretly.” hoseok runs a hand up and down jimin’s arm. 

tears are about to form in jimin’s eyes but he blinks them away. sometimes his hyung can be so naive. 

“hyung, no. it’s not like that.” 

the sadness in hoseok’s eyes mold into confusion. “then what, jimin? please don’t tell me you like him. he’s a killer. he kills innocent people and he’s getting away with it.” 

“i-” jimin pauses. he isn’t sure what to say but he can’t say nothing. “think of it like an undercover mission in a way.” 

hoseok scoffs, crossing his arms. “undercover fucking mission? fucking hell jimin this isn’t hitman!” 

“hyung! just listen.” jimin pleads. “i’m getting close to him so i can find out more information. if he trusts me in a close friend way maybe we can get him behind bars. completely.”

“you can die. they can kill you before you even know it. they’re crazy, they show no remorse for anyone or anything. and his brother? his looks deceived me as well.” 

“jungkook said he won’t ever kill me.” jimin whispers. 

“and you believe that?” 

without a breath, “yes.” jimin answers without thinking. “he told me.” 

hoseok shakes his head. “what do i do? do i go to chief with this-” 

“no. please don’t. if the brothers find out somehow then i might be in hot water.” 

hoseok nods. he pulls jimin into a hug and tightly holds his waist. “please be careful.” 

jimin feels like he’s pulling away from hoseok. not literally out of the hug but also emotionally. he knows things will be different at the station now. especially with him having to keep a big secret from namjoon. 

“okay, that’s enough now.” jungkook interrupts and gently takes jimin out of hoseok’s hold. the cop glares at jungkook, a newly formed anger in his eyes. 

“you touch him the wrong way, i’ll make sure you’ll regret it.” hoseok says. he sends both jungkook and taehyung a glare and he walks away. 

“well,” jungkook clears his throat. “i guess my brother’s still going to be single for a while. oh well.”

jimin rips himself out of jungkook’s hold, anger flooding him. “make sure hoseok is left alone. i won’t say it twice. now take me home.” 

jungkook blinks. “yes sir?” 

as jungkook joins his driver in taking jimin back home, he steps out before the blonde can and opens his door like the gentleman he is. he walks jimin to the front door of his apartment with a large hand on his lower backside and watches as he plays with his keys to open the door. 

“why did you have to bring hoseok into this.” jimin mutters as the door opens. he feels exhausted, from stress mostly. 

“hmm well,” jungkook thinks. “you presented a challenge to me, and i took it happily.” he spins jimin around, looking into his saddened eyes. “you need to be put in your place, officer.” 

“you’re an asshole.” jimin turns around and slams the door in jungkook’s face. he expects the man to barge into the apartment and kiss him silly but instead, he hears footsteps and walks away. 

how he always manages to win, jimin doesn’t know. 

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as expected, hoseok looks at jimin differently now. 

he doesn’t know exactly what type of eyes he’s looking at him with. if it’s angry, worried, disgusted, or even suspicious. 

he doesn’t blame him. maybe he doesn’t believe his story on how he’s on an undercover mission to stop jungkook from getting inside information. 

he has some information, he's just teetering on whether or not he wants to bring it in. 

if hoseok tells namjoon, he will be terminated completely. might have to also start a trial against him for a number of things. 

as the weeks go by, he ignores jungkook. the man gets the hint and lets jimin be angry with him. he knows he’s always going to come crawling back anyway. he always does. 

new cases start piling up and jimin is preoccupied with solving them. one on a missing child, second on an elderly couple who have also gone missing, third on a woman who was pushed off a rooftop and fell to her death. 

mentally, he’s exhausted. his heart aches for a variety of reasons. he forces himself to think jungkook is not one of them. 

one night, he finds himself outside of jungkook and his family’s restaurant. near the water, there's a few benches before the sand and he finds himself sitting on one of them. the sun is fully gone and there aren’t a lot of people outside tonight. he draws a cigarette and tries to light it, but it doesn’t work. 

he tries a few more times but the lighter doesn’t catch. he slams it on the concrete ground in anger. “fucking junk.” 

then, a body sits itself on the other side of the small bench. just perfect, no personal space. jimin’s about to tell the stranger to leave but when he looks to his side he’s met with a face he hasn’t personally seen in a while. 

the man hands jimin a lighter. 

“it seems like you need a new one.” his voice is smooth, deep, calm. 

“i- you-” 

“i must say. it’s kind of nice to see the man my brother has some feelings for. all up close, and stuff.” 

“m-min yoongi.”

the man doesn’t smile. he just stares at jimin with piercing cat eyes. 

“park jimin. cop for many years, friends died a while back and you caught the person who did it. it’s a very valid reason for joining the force. i’m glad you got to catch him.” yoongi says, lighting his own cigarette when jimin doesn’t bother taking the lighter from his hand. “some people truly deserve to go to jail.” 

jimin laughs. “like you?” 

“maybe.” yoongi replies. “now, do you want your tobacco lit up or what?”

“i- fine.” jimin says, taking the lighter from yoongi’s hands and lights up his cigarette. he takes a puff and exhales it. 

none of them speak. the silence is awkward. what is jimin supposed to say to him? 

luckily, yoongi reads the room. “my brother’s been sad that you’re ignoring him. he thought by now you would’ve spoken to him again.” 

jimin scoffs, shaking his head. “your brother, is an asshole.” 

and then, he laughs. a soft laugh. it sounds genuine. “i’m aware. with the way he grew up, i’d think the last thing he was is a ray of sunshine.” 

“killing his parents and brainwashing him into thinking all of this is normal because people need to pay off their debt somehow is disgusting. you should be ashamed.” jimin snarls at yoongi, who only looks at him with sad eyes. 

“jungkook was doomed from the start. when he was young he wasn’t necessarily a ‘normal child’.” 

“so what, you molded him into a murderer? because he was weird?” 

“i didn’t. my father did.” 

jimin rolls his eyes. “like that makes it any better.” 

yoongi shifts closer to jimin, who stiffens up. he watches as the man puts his cigarette down and steps on it to get rid of the light. “my father was abusive and a terrifying person. if you made one tiny mistake, you feared for your life. like you need to jump out of your bones and find a hiding spot to cower in. you either obey him or suffer. and we all did not want to suffer.” he leans closer. jimin can smell the strong cologne on him, and he feels warm as yoongi’s face inches closer to him. 

then, he pulls away. stands up and takes a step back. “you truly are beautiful, park jimin. i now know why he can’t leave you alone.” yoongi bows a little before he turns and walks away. jimin watches him walk into the restaurant and he turns back to lean against the bench, watching the waves crash against the shore in silence.