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Mission: Park Jimin | PJM

Series: Chapter Three

summary: you’re trying to piece together what you know so far when a strange series of anonymous tips propels you into a sequence of events that is more than you bargained for.

pairing: jimin x reader; some jungkook x reader and taehyung x reader

wc: 5,537

genre/warnings/rating: 17+; angst; some fluff; enemies to still enemies, maybe frenemies; idiots to still idiots; friends to friendlier friends; swearing; references/allusion to violence; mentions of weapons and pistols; some (poor) attempts at humour; the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

a/n: it’s heating up. maybe listen to lilith by halsey & suga :)

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four

[unknown]: this message is for the agent looking for park jimin. follow this link and you’ll find him at noon today.

You’ve been staring at this message from the anonymous tip form for the past ten minutes as the taxi winds its way to the spot linked in the message.

It took Seokjin all of five minutes to trace the IP address to a bakery downtown. You will deal with that later. Anonymous tips never remain anonymous.

Right now, you only have fifteen minutes to reach the location before Jimin arrives.

When you told Seokjin you were going alone, he grimaced. Apparently the linked location is nestled behind an abandoned warehouse. Not the safest place.

Be careful, you can almost hear Jungkook say. You know he will scold you for following this tip on your own, like every other time you go off on your own.

But you don’t want to risk Minwoo and Nate tagging along. They’ve been acting really weird lately.

And Kelson has been incommunicado since that day you nearly fell from the cliff behind Central Bank.

He still doesn’t know Park Jimin saved you that day. And you have no intention of telling him.

Spotting the warehouse, you signal the taxi to slow and slip him a twenty.

It’s raining now. You find this out quickly as you step out the vehicle, eyeing the area around you.

It’s noisier than you expected, with food stands littering the road.

Slipping past a couple holding an umbrella, you find yourself at the precipice of the address.

You sneak around the corner, hand hovering over your gun. The sound of men talking throws you off guard. None of them sound like the twinkling voice of Park Jimin.

They are far gruffer. More violent.

You inhale before peering around the corner.

There are three men just beyond the dumpster. None of them fit the description you have in your mind of what Park Jimin likely looks like.

Your shoulders slump a little at this disappointment but you hope the tip hasn’t lead you too far astray. One of them may be Jimin … or they may have some information on where to find him. But you need to find a way to get them to talk first.

You’re much too impatient to seek an arrest warrant for crimes you know they’ve already committed.

Heck, you can spot three Mercedes-Benz hub caps and a shiny new catalytic converter by the bald man’s feet. If you wanted to, you could scrounge together probable cause to bring them in.

But in your five years as a field agent, you have learned one thing. Doing things ‘by the book’ takes far too long. And bureaucratic red tape cost more lives than you can count.

You unhook the safety on your holster and step forward, watching a red haired man spot you and come forward.

“Who are you?”

Fair question, you think. But not one you want to answer truthfully.

“I’m August. Looking for a Park Jimin. I have business with him and my buddy said you knew where to find him.”

His head tilts as he eyes you up and down.

“Business?”

The amused tone of his voice isn’t lost on you.

“Yes. That asshole promised me money and I intend to get it,” you say, rolling your shoulder and cracking your knuckles, “by whatever means necessary.”

The scar on the man’s face twists into an obscene shape as he attempts to smile, although he looks far more like a caricature than a real person.

“Pretty suit. But it’ll need more than a wash if you wanna threaten anybody on our turf.”

“My turf.”

Another man with much darker, long hair speaks, his hand brandishing a blade. He has a shadow of a smile on his face and you stare at him, trying to see if you can place him. Why does he look so familiar?

“Ok, your turf. Wanna tell me where I can find Park? That’ll make it easier for everyone,” you say, and then glance down at your suit momentarily, “and everything involved.”

The dark haired man smiles. It takes a split second for you to realize he is running at you full speed, blade drawn. Your words fall out without warning. “No one ever picks the easy way.”

With a roll of your eyes you rip off your jacket and stand firm, ready for his attack. It comes moments later and you slide to the right, letting his blade pierce air.

You grab his left arm and twist, kneeing him in the ribs. With a yelp he is on the ground.

The red haired man jumps at you and you duck.

The bald man grabs a large crate and hurls it at you. Sliding to the left, you let the crate hit the dark haired man on the ground.

The red haired man tries again and you jump back, kicking him straight in the face.

The bald man grabs you from behind and you jump back, grabbing his arm and twisting away from him. You knee him in the chest and watch him fall to the ground.

With an exhale, you turn around to face them with your pistol in your hand, surveying the crumpled bodies on the ground.

“Ok, now that the formalities are over, how about you tell me what you know about Park?”

Nothing, apparently.

Those hoodlums had no idea whether you were asking about a person or how to park a car.

Just a red herring.

And you’ve locked yourself in your office ever since to figure out anything you can about Park’s whereabouts.

“You’ve been at it all day. Wanna come up for air?”

Jungkook’s leaning against the door, sandwich in hand as he watches you zoom in on a street corner.

You glance back and smile at the dumb look on his face. Seokjin kept his promise. Jungkook has no idea you followed a tip without him.

“Just a few more minutes. I need to figure out which way he went that day behind the bank.”

“Are you really going to go through all that cctv footage. I’m sure Seokjin has a far more efficient—“

“He’s out. Someone took his sandwich and he’s pissed.”

He stares at the sandwich in his hand, gulping hard, and then catches you grinning at him.

“Seriously…? When are you going to stop messing with me,” he asks, rolling his eyes.

You send him a wink before returning your gaze to the screen. “Actually, Jin’s busy helping Yoongi with the Jung case and won’t be able to help me for a few days. A pity, since he’s really the only help I get around here.”

You look at him just in time to catch the kicked puppy look on his face.

You turn away and pinch the bridge of your nose. “This case is driving me nuts. None of the victims want to talk to me, none of the cameras seem to have caught any trace of Park Jimin, and to top it all off, Kelson says I’m stupid for thinking every victim is somehow connected. I mean, I know there is a link there. I can feel it.”

“Since when do you care what Kelson thinks?”

You hum. He’s right, of course. Kelson’s opposition to your various ideas has never stopped you before. But then the words friendly crossfire bring on an uneasiness you can’t explain. You need Kelson onside.

“You remember Park’s warning? I think it’s good to be… careful.”

He nearly spits out his bite. “You’re still thinking about that? I thought we agreed he’s just trying to scare you…” You wonder how he can form those words with his tongue piercing his cheek.

You give him an absentminded nod, realizing you should probably change the subject before he burns a hole in his cheek.

You grab your mug of coffee and take a sip, far too cold by now but you don’t care. “You know what’s weird? Park’s choice of victims all have something big going for them right now. For example, Ahn Heemin. He just won the election for his district, right?”

He just shrugs, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“And then there’s Lee Arin. She won’t answer my calls,” you say, sighing, “but I heard she just got the go ahead to expand her restaurant chain.”

The look on Jungkook’s face tells you you’re losing him.

“You see,” you start, zooming out on your computer and drawing a circle that spreads out within the city limits. “There were far easier and more fruitful targets, but he chose these people,” you continue, setting your cup down and grabbing your binder, the one you always use for your field notes.

Flipping through it, you bring up the page with a list of all the victims. “They’re not even the richest in the city. So why them?”

Jungkook brings his hand to his mouth as he replies between chews, “Maybe these were the easiest targets for him? Didn’t you say he grew up in an orphanage nearby?”

“Kelson said the same the first time I brought this to his attention,” you sigh, putting your face in your hands, “He told me to drop it and focus on finding Park, but I can’t help feeling there’s something else going on.”

“What else could there be… Wait, you don’t mean something going on with Kelson?”

You inhale slowly, and bring up your gaze to meet his. He looks dumbfounded. You sigh, carefully choosing the next few words. “I found out… that Mr. Ahn made a rather large donation to our precinct.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “And?”

“Nothing. I’m not saying anything at all. It just seemed strange… and Kelson was absolutely livid when he found out I was searching Mr. Ahn’s name in our database.”

“But that donation… that could mean anything, right? I mean, he could just be a generous guy?”

You scoff, leaning back in your chair as you stare him down. “Politician and generous don’t usually go together.”

“Don’t tell me you think this is what Park was talking about?”

“I really don’t know… I don’t even know what this means, but I’m going to keep looking into it. I just know it will help me figure out how to track down Park.”

“I’m with you, whatever it is.”

“Thanks man. I just need to make sure Kelson doesn’t notice.”

“Notice what?”

Kelson’s voice booms in the corridor next to your office and within seconds he is rounding the corner. You gulp, shutting your binder while Jungkook leans back in his chair.

“Uh… how much we drink at Friday night’s gala,” Jungkook replies nonchalantly, and you give him a small smile.

Kelson’s forehead crinkles and his eyes fall on you. “I don’t want you going to the gala, Y/N. Nor you, Jungkook. We need to keep our men to a low number.”

“What—? There’s no way I’m sitting out the gala, sir,” you reply angrily, hands balling up into fists before Jungkook kicks you under your desk. You throw him an angry look before turning back to Kelson, “I have to go to the gala, sir.”

“I need you here, Y/N. That’s my final decision.”

You attempt to stand and confront him but feel Jungkook pull on your shirt. You sit back down as Kelson turns on his heel, leaving your office as quickly as he entered it.

“I’m going,” you whisper and Jungkook nods. “Ms. Lee will be there. Mr. Ahn too. With some wine in them I might be able to ply some information out of them.”

“You really think they’ll talk?”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure they’ll tell me to talk to their lawyer… again,” you say, sighing. “I don’t get it. What are they hiding?”

“Even Mr. Kim? Isn’t he a family friend or something?”

Your head falls onto your folded arms across the table. Barely audible, you reply, “Yeah… After the first few times, he stopped answering my calls. All of them did.” You sigh into your sleeves.

“Well,” Jungkook hums, setting down his sandwich and wiping his mouth. “They’re all really wealthy business people and politicians. They’re always hiding something.”

Raising your head, you bite your lip. You hate to admit it, but he might be right. Maybe they are hiding something. Like Mr. Kim, he should have no reason to feel uncomfortable giving you information. So why is he holding back?

Your mind wanders to Park’s words that night when he held you at knife-point. More and more, you start to wonder if something weird is going on.

“I think you might be on to something,” you reply, reaching for your binder again. “I did think it was strange Park asked them to set a password for the wire transfers, and more than that, the choice of password was so… odd… hmm, let me just pull up his ransom call so you can see what I mean.”

As you click through the folders on your computer, Jungkook shifts uncomfortably in his seat. The sound draws your attention and you look at him, noticing his leg bouncing up and down. His voice startles you.

“You must be tired of that prick’s voice,” he says finally. When he sees your eyebrow quirk up, he clears his throat, “I can hear you listening to his stupid voice all the way from my own office. Ever heard of headphones?” The way his voice raises at the end makes you laugh and he just pouts at you.

Jeon Jungkook is not the most subtle man in your unit. Hell he’s a bit of an open book but that’s a quality you’ve come to admire. You like knowing where you stand with people.

Staring at his profile, his teeth running over his lip ring, his poorly veiled insult swirling in your head, you can’t help think of the first time you ever heard Park Jimin’s voice.

“Did you have fun ransacking my place? I thought you’d at least take your shoes off first.”

The familiarity with which he says this surprises you more than anything else. He may be mocking you, but there’s something else there.

You had traced this unnamed culprit to a run down apartment building down by the west side of town, an apartment under an obvious alias littered with undone laundry and half eaten pizza. And a few childhood photos. Luckily, you found a somewhat unsteady (and definitely inebriated) man who happened to know the identity of the man living in that apartment: Park Jimin.

Officers are still surveilling his home, ready to alert you if he steps one foot inside the place. But you have received zero alerts on your phone… so how does he already know you searched his place?

“Park Jimin?”

It’s your voice. It’s you.

Perfect.

“So you know my name. Wanna tell me yours, beautiful?”

The word “beautiful” catches you off guard but you try not to show it, glancing to the right to see if Seokjin has traced the call yet. He shakes his head and you swallow, pressing the receiver closer to your ear. Biting back the angry retort that reaches your throat, you take a breath and reply as calmly as you can.

“Agent Y/L/N. And, Mr. Park, I can promise if you turn yourself in along with that diamond necklace we can arrange for a lighter sentence tha—“

“Are you saying you want to cut a deal with me?”

You stop mid sentence and look over at Seokjin, who grins, his hand rising to show you an ok signal. They have his location. With a flick of your wrist, your counterparts are on their feet, rushing to the door on their way to Park Jimin.

You just need to keep him on the phone long enough for them to reach him.

“Yes, I would like to do that, Mr. Park. Tell me wha—“

“Good to know. I hope you have the same mindset in the future. Until next time, Agent.”

When the officers make it to the source of the call, the building is vacant, an old abandoned warehouse with a single phone and a note taped to the receiver: “Better luck next time.”

You clear your throat and turn your attention back to Jungkook, noticing him adjusting his sleeves, rolling them up just enough to catch the outlines of his tattoos. When did he get the snake tattoo?

He catches you staring and smiles. Actually, it looks more like a grin. You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling yourself before you clear your throat again.

“In Park’s call to Ms. Lee,” you start but are promptly interrupted by Kelson’s assistant.

“Sorry, it’ll just be a minute,” she whispers, and then points at Jungkook, making a “come here” motion with her finger with a smile. Jungkook looks puzzled, vaguely gesturing to himself. She nods and smiles when he slowly rises to his feet.

“Is it Kelson? Does he—“

She grabs his wrist and laughs, whispering something in his ear. At that moment your phone dings, and instead of being annoyed by the interruption, your focus shifts to the message blinking on your phone.

[unknown 3:41] you won’t get anywhere at your desk

Huh? Who would message that?

You look up and see your door slightly ajar. If it’s a practical joke, they’re not doing a very good job.

Maybe it’s a wrong number.

[You 3:42] Who is this?

You’re not one to rely on maybes.

But it dings again.

[unknown 3:43] kelson’s office has what you need. find the red folder

You peer out your door and it’s clear. All you see is Jungkook sitting at his desk with Kelson’s assistant sitting on top of it, playing with his shirt collar. They seem a lot closer than you had thought. Funny, you’ve never really seen them interact much before.

[unknown 3:44] this is the last time. you need to know

Your heart is beating fast. It feels like it might take off.

[You 3:44] Park Jimin?

You stare at the screen, waiting for his message. Or hers. Whoever is on the other end. Seconds turn to minutes and you realize he’s not going to respond.

Seokjin should be able to trace the number quickly enough, no matter how busy he is. You leave your office, glancing once again in Jungkook’s direction. When Jungkook catches you, he straightens up and pushes Nia’s hand from his chest.

“Ah, I’ll be there in a minute, Y/N.”

“Don’t worry about it, I need to talk to Seokjin anyway.”

After leaving your phone with Seokjin you return, only to see Jungkook sitting in your office. He’s playing with the ring on his right hand. When you walk in, he stands up.

“Sorry about earlier, I don’t know—“

You wave your hand dismissively. “I’ve been meaning to pay Kim Taehyung a visit. Wanna join me, Jeon?”

Something doesn’t sit right with you. And one thing you’ve come to learn over the last few years - your instincts are never wrong.

“What are you plan—“ Before he can finish his sentence, you’re already on your phone, the sound of Taehyung’s voice coming through on the other end.

“Perfect. I’ll be over in a few minutes, Tae.”

To Jungkook’s chagrin, you two were now on your way to Jungkook’s second least favourite person’s house.

“I thought you were ignoring me, Y/N. You haven’t been answering any of my texts or calls. You looked so shaken up that day…”

Taehyung reaches for your shoulder but retracts his hand after he notices you flinch slightly. “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“I’m fine, Tae,” you quickly reply, “Don’t worry about me. Actually, I just wanted to see how you and your family are doing since the robbery.”

Taehyung bends a little so he’s eye level, giving you his signature smile that does little to put you at ease. He then peers around you, meeting the gaze of the man hovering behind you.

Jungkook gives him a little wave before stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“And him?”

You glance at Jungkook and then back at Taehyung. “Um, you know Jungkook, my partner…” When Taehyung raises his brow you clear your throat, adding, “Work partner… we work on a lot of cases together.”

“Hmm, I remember. So this is an official visit?”

“I want to talk to your dad. Is he in?”

“Actually,” Taehyung replies, scratching the back of his neck, “he’s in the back meeting with a business associate I think. He shouldn’t be too long though.”

“Good.”

He leads you inside his spacious home, Monets and Basquiats interspersed between a mix of minimalist columns and giant windows. To say his family is rich would be an understatement.

After exchanging pleasantries with Taehyung and his mom, you excuse yourself to use the washroom.

You and Jungkook planned it all out in the car. You just need a few minutes alone in Mr. Kim’s study. And thanks to the years you spent in the Kims’ home as a side effect of your parents’ close friendship with them, you knew exactly where everything was, all the way down to the snug bookcase turned secret corridor where you used to hide whenever your parents had too much to drink and forgot to take you home.

It’s funny how much Taehyung used to terrify you growing up. He was the typical intimidating, rich guy who didn’t seem to want much to do with you. But ever since he came back from his overseas studies, he seems like a new person. Someone much kinder.

You listen for the start of Jungkook’s exaggerated retelling of his first ever arrest and know he should be able to distract Taehyung and his mom just long enough for you to take a quick look around.

While you’re not proud of searching without a warrant, you can’t bring yourself to put Mr. Kim through such a potentially embarrassing ordeal. He’s a kind man and you know he won’t mind if you verify that he doesn’t know more about Park than he’s letting on. If you can find anything that relates to the weird password, that much the better.

Taking a left at the end of the hallway instead of the right, you reach Mr Kim’s study. It’s unlocked as usual.

Sneaking in, you feel a cool breeze hit you. You pull your hair into a bun and start with the desk.

Drat, the drawer is locked.

You feel across some of the ridges underneath, hopeful he, like many others, stores his key beneath a sliver of tape on the underside of the desk. As you reach below, the sound of a familiar voice catches you off guard.

“I appreciate your patience, Sangwoo. You see…”

You pause your ministrations, holding your breath when you recognize the voice.

“… we’re pretty close to nailing him down. No need to worry about—“

“I trusted you to keep him in check, Rick, but I just got another one of those notes. If you can’t handle it I will need to get someone else.”

You recognize the two voices. The first belongs to Kelson. The second to Mr. Kim.

“Sangwoo, please understand. This is a sticky situation for us both. It wouldn’t be helpful for either of us…” Kelson pauses, and you hear some shuffling before he continues in a hushed tone, “to let any of this get out. It won’t be very pleasant either.”

Another scraping sound before you hear Mr. Kim’s booming voice reverberate across the walls. “You… you are not threatening me, are you? Ha,” he scoffs, and the next words send a chill down your spine. “Unpleasant? I see you haven’t been able to make things unpleasant enough. Maybe I’ll do it myself.”

You hear his words echo against your skull. What did he mean by that?

“I do have it under control, Sangwoo. She won’t be in the picture for much longer.”

From the corner of your eye, you notice a flutter at the door but the thought slips away just as quickly as it came while you desperately strain to hear the rest of the conversation.

“We need your cooperation to get—“

You press your ear further against the paper thin wall but soon your vision is clouded by a pair of dark brown trousers.

Caught, you slowly follow the lean line up and nearly flinch when you catch the stern, frowning face of Kim Taehyung, the same intimidating, icy glare you recognize from so many years ago.

“What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?”

You’re zipping up your bag when Namjoon walks into your office, your run-in with Taehyung still buzzing in your head. You need to make sure he doesn’t tell his father about your snooping - and you’re hoping you gave him enough incentive.

“Kelson rejected your search request.”

You look up with a frown.

“Really?”

He nods. “Not enough grounds to search their bank records officially. Sorry,” he says, pushing up his glasses to get a better look at you.

You shrug. It was a long shot anyway.

“Is Seokjin done for the day?”

Namjoon hums, a tiny grin on his lips. “It depends on what you mean by “done”.

When you quirk a brow he laughs. “Never mind, I’m going to head out before Kelson finds something else for me to do.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Has he not left for the day yet?” You were hoping to take a shot at that phantom red folder, assuming it exists.

“Nope. I think he might be in there all night tracking something he won’t tell me about. Every time I try to enter, he just barks at me.”

He grins but you’re too irritated, only managing a half smile.

When he leaves your office, you sigh and check your phone. Seokjin didn’t have any luck tracing the mysterious texts unfortunately.

Jungkook’s text blinks angrily at you.

[Jungkook 7:13] You better show up. I WILL watch this episode without you. Not kidding this time

You can’t help but smile. He’s been trying to cheer you up ever since that day behind the bank.

Now that you think about it, you don’t know how Jungkook figured out you needed cheering up. On the outside, you look perfectly fine. You made sure of it.

But inside, something about that moment triggered something within you that you can’t quite pinpoint.

“Hey, Y/N, I almost forgot...”

You look up to see Namjoon peering into your office, his deep dimple popping as he smiles at you sheepishly.

“I hope you don’t feel down about Kelson re-assigning you to the Jung case. I know you’ve worked so hard on the Park case but they can really use you with Jung—“

“What?”

Namjoon looks puzzled.

“Kelson is re-assigning the Park case to Nate…” When your jaw drops, he scratches his head. “Did he really not talk to you about this?”

You shake your head slowly.

“I’m sure he will tomorrow. I meant to come by earlier to take the file from you but I’ve been busy with these stupid admin things. Oh, like this anonymous tip I got. They’re saying there’s some kind of contraband at this abandoned warehouse.”

You’re only half listening to Namjoon as you try to calm yourself, knowing you are this close to bursting into Kelson’s office to smack him. Then your brain catches on one of Namjoon’s words.

“… something about it being an inside job and the words friendly fire. It’s just the most bizarre thing. I wanted to chuck it but Kelson specifically asked for all—“

“What did you say? What about friendly fire?”

Namjoon scratches his head again. “The tip asks us to check this abandoned warehouse because they believe an underground ring infiltrated the agency or something. They say we should be prepared for friendly fire. Honestly, it seems like someone off their—”

You remember your exchange with Jimin that day at the museum.

“You’re not… Are you suggesting friendly fire?”

“Oh, there’s nothing friendly about it. You’ve caught onto something, something much bigger than me. And I don’t think even you realize it. But Agent Kelson does. And so do your higher ups.”

Namjoon stares at you as the gears turn in your head. It’s a long shot but it’s better than nothing.

You slip your bag over your shoulder and face Namjoon, who is still leaning against your door. “Ok, Joon. Where is the warehouse?”

To your amazement, the coordinates match up with those the anonymous tipster gave you this morning, the ones you thought were meant to send you on a wild goose chase.

But this goose has laid eggs.

“Just give me one hour,” you whisper into your phone as Namjoon groans on the other end. “Let me and Jungkook check it out first, ok?”

He grudgingly agrees, mostly because he would rather go home than face any more barking from Kelson.

Jungkook is pulling on a hoodie as you glance down at the one you’re wearing. Your outfits look nothing like the coveralls the men inside the warehouse are wearing but they will have to do.

“I better get ice cream after this,” Jungkook whispers, pulling the zipper up.

“Anything you want. Just shush.”

“Did you just shush m—“

You put your finger over his lip as you gesture towards the warehouse’s back door.

The area is brightly lit for an abandoned warehouse. Something you didn’t notice this morning.

Truthfully, you expected at least the appearance of neglect but if anything, the road must have been cleared within the last week and the red dots neatly lining up at each entrance indicate a well-tended and highly protected area.

You walk up closer then stop abruptly.

“Ugh, sor—“

Jungkook bumps into you when you stop short but your hand immediately comes up to block the rest of his apology. You sense movement.

You nod towards the far entrance and Jungkook gets the message.

You two double back and out of view. A large man emerges, directing a truck towards the far loading dock door.

A flood light flashes on as the truck enters its proximity. Two more trucks follow it.

You share a wordless look with Jungkook and he seems to understand.

You’ll need to enter along with the next truck.

Slinking along the perimeter, you quickly reach the far end of the warehouse. You watch as another larger truck appears. Now is your chance.

But a flood light flashes on and you two jump back against the fence. A shout erupts from the other side of the truck and you pull Jungkook into you. Hard. His body lands on yours with full force as you two hit the fence. “Y/N, what are yo—“

Grabbing his hoodie collar, his eyes widen as he realizes what you’re about to do. Your lips land on his and your hands tighten as Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut. Any shock melts from his body as he leans into you, his hands cupping your face now.

Your eyes are squinting at this point and when you notice the man walk away with a disgusted expression, you let Jungkook’s collar go.

He’s still kissing you, though.

Politely, you tap on his chest and his eyes snap open, a shy smile on his face as he pulls away. Wiping the corner of lip, he asks quietly, “Did you really think kissing me would help us blend in?”

You bite your lip, gazing over his shoulder.

“I think that’s the last truck. We need to go. Now.”

With another nod, you both rush towards the blindspot of the vehicle and pass in simultaneously.

Inside, you both back into the shadows, noticing the lack of lighting at the edges of the warehouse. There is a very clear focal point.

At the centre of the warehouse, men load large crates onto the trucks that enter. Those must contain the contraband the tip was referring to.

Jungkook points towards the truck near the front. It looks like it has been filled and awaiting final inspection.

Then you spot a bin with coveralls matching those the men are wearing. Jungkook has already noticed it and he is sneaking towards it with the utmost stealth. Within 30 seconds, he is back with two sets.

Slipping into them, you two appear far less conspicuous.

As casually as two undercover agents can manage in the middle of a brightly lit warehouse, you two start strolling towards the truck.

A man nearby glances towards you and you simply nod, pulling your hat lower down. He looks away.

Inhaling relief, you keep walking. Jungkook is following in step.

As you reach the truck, you pull off the cover.

Wow.

There is enough artillery in here to stage a revolt of some sort. But shockwaves reverberate through your body when you pick up one of the pistols.

It’s government issue. And you recognize the bar code prefix.

This is from your unit.

“Look at this, Jungkook,” you whisper, still surveying the pistols.

When you get no response, you whisper a bit louder, glancing over your shoulder.

But his response is much, much louder.

“I’m a little busy here.”

When you turn towards his voice, you see he is indeed busy, having been surrounded by several armed men. All of whom have their guns drawn and faces covered.

Shit.

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Jikook are in the middle of a tough winter training exercise camping outside in sub-zero temperatures and I’m digging into True Detective in the Arctic Circle. Add in Billie Eilish on the soundtrack and it all makes for a frozen melancholy week.

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Post Date: 24/01/24

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Detective Perfect

Summary: Detective work is one of the most challenging jobs in terms of intelligence- at least, that's what you've noticed as someone who has been on the sidelines for the past two years. But with Kim Taehyung by your side, how hard can it be?

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: High school student reader, high school student Taehyung, best friends to lovers, detective au, bantering, fluff

Word Count: 5.8K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, dead bodies, divorce and cheating (not between oc and Taehyung), blood, gun violence, physical violence, mentions of gangs, minor character deaths, mentions of parental abuse, detailed mentions of drugs

Author's Note: My first fic ever! I'm a little nervous haha, but I'm glad I'm finally gaining the confidence to do it (*_*;;;). I hope you enjoy this and everything else I have planned for the future of this page!

"Here."

The plastic bag hanging from your hand dropped onto the grass next to Taehyung, who looked up at you with an annoying grin. Your best friend grabbed the bag happily, pulling out its contents.

"Aw don't be like that," Taehyung teased at your sulking, bringing out a pair of wooden chopsticks and a plastic container of steaming chicken from the bag, "you did this to yourself."

You rolled your eyes, "I did not. Remind me to never place a bet with you again."

Taehyung pouted as he brought a piece of the chicken to his mouth like he always did when he ate, "you say that every time we make a bet, and every time it ends with you making me food."

"Mhmm, and who won the last time we made a bet?"

He just waved you off, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The familiar feeling of wanting to throw your best friend off a bridge engulfed you, but for the sake of the greater good, you suppressed it reluctantly.

"Come on," you said, tapping his knee as you turned towards the police building, "our lunch break is almost over and I'm pretty sure our new case is more interesting than finding some lady's purse this time!"

That had his eyes widening in excitement as he quickly closed the container and placed it in his bag, running after you, "you really think so? How do you know?"

"I overheard some officers and Detective Lee having a serious conversation. Then I heard him mention our names! I know it's not a lot to go on, but it can't be nothing, right?"

Taehyung was silent for a moment, clearly mulling over your words, "maybe? I really hope so, I'm so ready for a case that doesn't involve finding Mrs. Hwang's grandson in the convenience store."

You chuckled as you both made your way towards Detective Lee's office, "at least she always gives us cookies after, even though he's always just trying to stuff himself in the ice cream freezer every time."

Taehyung just shook his head, "man, that kid is something else. If I even thought of being that reckless, my mom would beat me with her slipper."

You nodded in agreement. Your dad would never let you see the light of day again.

When the two of you finally arrived at Detective Lee's office, you let Taehyung open the door to find the detective sitting behind his desk, gaze intensely focused on the papers sitting in front of him. At your entrance, his eyes flickered upwards before standing up and giving you both a grim smile.

"Taehyung, Y/N, today your task will be a little different from the ones you're normally used to," he announced. It took every ounce of self-control in you not to jump excitedly at his words and one glance at Taehyung's restrained smile made it clear he felt the same.

"We're ready for anything you ask of us Detective Lee," he said quickly and you nodded alongside him.

Detective Lee nodded his head towards the guard standing in front of the door you and Taehyung had entered from. In a matter of seconds, the guard walked in with a police officer trailing behind him. All their expressions looked solemn.

"Meet Officer Jang. We will be working with him during this case," he said, allowing the officer to stand beside him as he spoke, "Officer Jang, this is Y/N and Taehyung. They've been student volunteers here at this precinct for the past 2 years and will be accompanying us as part of the precinct's shadowing program."

The officer, who had been expressionless up until now, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "how young are they?"

"They're both 17, so not too young. But please keep in mind they are still high school kids. Try to limit their interactions with the crime scene to what's appropriate."

Crime scene?

You glanced at Taehyung, who already had his eyes on you. Were you both going to investigate a crime scene? Like an actual murder? Or maybe a robbery? Detective Lee wouldn't be so adamant about not seeing a bank robbery. It had to be a murder.

The possibility had your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"Alright then," the officer said in finality.

"Let's begin with the briefing."

The story of how you and Taehyung met has always been a popular one for the parties. It often left your classmates shocked in a mix of emotions, which of course the two of you could not care less about. The pain behind it had passed, and now the only thing you could do was laugh it off and continue with your lives.

You weren't childhood friends that grew up together, nor were you classmates that had found friendship during the school year. In fact, Taehyung didn't even become a student at your school until after the two of you became friends and Taehyung had asked his mother to transfer.

It all started when you were 12 and had started noticing an odd atmosphere suffocating the air in your house. Back then, you were much too young to understand the hesitance and aversion in your parents' actions towards each other and, unfortunately, none had made an attempt to explain the situation to you. It was probably because you were young and the topic was a little too mature for your age, but still, looking back you would have appreciated it if someone had taken the time to sit down and walk you through it.

Instead, you found out about it firsthand in a way that was frankly traumatizing for a child to see.

Your mother had been having an affair with another man,

and you had caught them both in your mother's bedroom doing... well, affair-worthy stuff.

While your mother had covered up and desperately tried to explain to you the importance of keeping this secret from your father, the sound of his footsteps entering the room had left all attempts at secrecy futile. And as if that wasn't enough, a woman you had never seen in your entire life had barged into the bedroom a few minutes later and began yelling at the man still sitting on the bed.

"Is this normal in the adult world?" A voice had asked. You had turned to find a boy around your age standing and watching the chaotic yelling coming from all four of them now. You assumed he was the son of the unfamiliar woman in the room considering their similar appearances.

"No one warned me we would need earplugs to prepare for adulthood," you thought out loud. He had laughed and after the divorces took place, the two of you had been inseparable since.

You're not sure whether the infatuation with crime had been because of that incident in some weird psychologically twisted way or you would've found the interest regardless of that situation, but either way, it happened. You and Taehyung had spent hours watching crime shows and documentaries together, using your non-existent detective skills to solve the cases presented.

That's what led you both to volunteer at the local precinct in your city and eventually to the place the two of you were in now.

A house.

You and Taehyung had been a little disappointed by the lack of creepy haunted mansions and mysterious dead bodies when the officer had explained that a murder had taken place in a normal house a few neighborhoods away from your own, but at least the mention of a murder was interesting enough. Detective Lee had followed the officer to the body while giving orders to the two of you to search the upper level of the house for evidence.

"He doesn't want us to see the body," Taehyung said dejectedly, walking through the doorway of one of the bedrooms.

"There are probably some kind of laws in place for minors seeing stuff like that," you guessed, looking around the room. It had already been searched by officers beforehand, evident through a few evidence markers that had been placed here and there, "but who cares? If we show Detective Lee we're useful, maybe he'll let us come to more of his serious cases."

"I want to actually be a part of the investigation, not look at underwear," he pouted as he pointed towards an open drawer that was full of said undergarments, "he's just keeping us busy because he thinks we're children and he wants us on the sidelines."

"I mean... we are children, though."

He just sighed, "there's nothing here. Let's check the other room."

You nodded, feeling the same disappointment Taehyung was. But it only made you more determined to show Detective Lee your potentials.

You followed behind Taehyung mindlessly as he walked through the doorway of the second bedroom.

"What the-" Taehyung suddenly yelped, flinching backwards into you.

"What is wrong with you?" You said, pushing him off you, and walking into the room.

At first, you didn't understand what could have caused his reaction, until you saw it.

There was someone in here. A boy, around your age, sitting calmly on the floor, eyes glued to a window that revealed the brick wall of the house next to the one you were in now.

How creepy.

You inched towards him despite Taehyung's protests to get behind him.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked softly. The boy was still for a moment, before turning towards you and you gasped.

He was beautiful.

You sounded so pathetic saying it, but damn was the boy sitting on the floor fine. His jawline was sharp, body toned and cheeks cutely puffy but still managing to be structured at the same time. And his eyes... Although they were simply brown, they were so intense as they first scanned you and then Taehyung.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he said softly, pulling himself off the ground.

Taehyung gave you a look before he whispered, "why'd you gasp like that?"

"He's hot."

You noticed Taehyung's jaw clench as his eyes scanned the boy, his gaze suddenly very cold.

The boy on the other hand smirked and, even though you had whispered it, you had a feeling he might have heard your comment, "I'm Jimin, Park Jimin."

"I'm Y/N, and this is Taehyung," you said politely, eyes travelling down to the outline of his abs against his shirt before forcing them back up to his face.

Congratulations Y/N, you are officially a creep, you thought bitterly.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung said. You were surprised to hear the distance in his voice.

"I live here," Jimin said, regarding Taehyung before his eyes landed back on you, "my father was the one killed."

That's when Taehyung's eyes softened, "I'm sorry."

But to your surprise, Jimin just waved him off, "he was an abusive bastard. Whoever killed him did me a favour."

"I'm assuming you guys are here with the detective to figure out who killed him?" Jimin continued, as if he wasn't talking about his father's murder.

Then again, he did say he was abusive. If your dad abused you, you doubted you would love him as much as you did.

"Yeah, we are," you replied, deciding to take advantage of the situation. Jimin nodded, walking past the two of you while grabbing some keys that had been sitting on the desk, "come on, I'll show you the office he always kept locked. Maybe you'll find something there."

The two of you followed behind Jimin as he led you through the hallway of the small house. He slowed down a little, causing Taehyung, who had been walking directly behind him, to step back, allowing Jimin to fall into step beside you.

"So Y/N, you're into this investigative stuff?" he asked.

You nodded, "I'm going to be a detective in a few years."

"You must go over a lot of cases and watch a lot of crime documentaries in that case. It must be fun to do that stuff with your boyfriend," Jimin asked suddenly, "do you? Have a boyfriend I mean?"

"What?"

The stupid response escaped before you could think it through. Why would he want to know that?

"Just curious," Jimin explained nonchalantly.

You were about to answer when Taehyung spoke from behind you, "yes, she does. Screw off Park Jimin."

You rolled your eyes and slapped him on the shoulder, "No, I do not Taehyung."

A smile perched on Jimin's lips as he smoothly set the key into the lock of an unfamiliar door and pushed it open, "good to know."

You and Taehyung peered curiously into what seemed like a normal office. There was a desk littered with papers and mail, a bookshelf filled with a bunch of textbooks and a picture frame of a girl posing lewdly for the camera.

"What was his job?" You asked, slowly starting to sift through some of the papers on the desk. Surprisingly, it didn't seem like the police had searched this room yet.

"I don't know," Jimin shrugged, curiously looking around the room as if he had never been in there either, "some kind of businessman, I think?"

The papers, which turned out to be documents, seemed to confirm that. They showed mass purchases of various products, from bathroom supplies to giant construction machinery.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you continued to sift through the transaction documents. His purchase history was so odd that you couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what kind of businesses he dealt in. Sometimes he was mass purchasing random grocery items, other times he was selling oddly named airplane parts.

What the heck?

"Hey guys?" You spoke up, watching as they stopped their search and turned towards you, "um, do you guys know what bathroom accessory a 'nalatir' is?"

Both boys' eyebrows furrowed as they made their way to you and peered over your shoulder to look at the document in your hand.

"Yeah, I've never heard of an 'ethem' before," Taehyung announced, with Jimin nodding on your other side.

"Definitely haven't heard of an 'enaicock' before," Jimin continued, smirking a bit.

You rolled your eyes at his childishness, "maybe he's not actually purchasing and selling what's written on the paper?"

"You think they're some sort of anagrams?" Taehyung asked, hand brushing against yours faintly as he took the paper from you and narrowed his gaze at the words.

You felt your fingers tingle at the subtle touch, a little surprised by your reaction. What was that?

After a moment, Taehyung turned towards you, pointing at one of the words on the paper, "this one roughly spells out cocaine if you read it backwards."

You took the paper from him.

enaicock

kcociane

cocaine

It kind of made sense. You looked at the other words to make sure it wasn't a coincidence. But you found yourself finding various names that happened to relate to a variety of drugs.

Taehyung had cracked the code.

"I think you got it," you said, smiling a bit at Taehyung who returned the expression, "maybe you're not as stupid as I thought you were."

He rolled his eyes at your teasing, but the smile didn't leave his lips as he turned towards the desk, "so your dad was a drug dealer or something?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he was," Jimin huffed, "just when you think that man can't get any worse," he mumbled under his breath.

"Actually I don't think that's all," you said, feeling kind of bad for Jimin and what all these new revelations were probably doing to him. You can't imagine suffering at the hands of someone you thought you knew, only to discover that he was so much worse than you had thought.

"The product names on these documents are all some form of anagram for drugs," you explained, showing them the purchase history for the 'bathroom accessories,' "but I can't really find any drug names from these names over here."

You placed a purchase history document that was supposed to be for construction equipment in front of the two, "If we're still going with anagrams, then these names kind of remind me of the names of weapons."

Slowly the boys nodded, looking over the other documents.

"I think you're right," Taehyung said, eyes glued to the papers.

"These kind of make out names, don't they?" Jimin said, placing the 'plane parts' document in front of you. He was right, you could make out a few human names here and there.

"What does a person use drugs, weapons and names for?" Taehyung thought out loud.

"It's kind of like those gang or mafia TV shows," Jimin chuckled. But the smile was wiped off his face when he noticed your expression, "wait, seriously? You think my father was part of a gang or something?"

"It's a pretty likely guess," you said.

The conversation came to a stop when you all heard a series of bangs come from the downstairs level of the house.

"That kind of sounded like-" you said slowly.

"Gunshots," Taehyung concluded. And in a matter of seconds, he was already running out of the room.

"Taehyung!" You yelled, running after him with Jimin right on your heels.

Was he insane? What kind of idiot runs headfirst into a gunfight? What if he got hurt?

Your run came to a stop when you made it to the living room, eyes widening at the scene before you.

Everyone was dead.

Detective Lee, the officer that had brought you and Taehyung here and the other officers that had been roaming around the crime scene, were lying on the floor with gunshot wounds littering their bodies.

The only two that were still alive were standing in the centre of the room. The weight of the situation was suddenly clear to you.

Taehyung stood only a few steps before you, hands up in the air as his gaze focused on the man in front of him.

Jimin's dad. Park Hae-Soo.

He stood amidst the chaos, gun pointed at Taehyung with what seemed like a cross between a grimace and a smirk, yet the body that had brought on the investigation was still lying near the wall.

The person that had been killed had not been Jimin's dad, you realized. The body had just meant to lure everyone here for Hae-Soo's plan. The only question was, what exactly was he accomplishing by killing all these people? What was his motive?

"Crap," you heard a shaky voice behind you whisper. You found yourself looking back to find Jimin staring with wide eyes at his father.

The nonchalant Jimin that had spoken casually about his dad was long gone and had probably never existed now than you thought about it. That mask had dropped to showcase just how terrified Jimin was of his father. He was trembling- no shaking- at the mere sight of him. His gaze flickered between the bodies, then the gun and then finally his father's face.

"Why?" Taehyung asked, gaze firmly directed towards the man that could end his life in mere seconds. You wanted to shout at Taehyung, scream at him to shut up and care about his life. How could he speak so casually with a man that had murdered at least a dozen people in the span of five minutes?

"Why?" The man laughed, "Kid, how old are you? They bringin' children to do men's jobs now?"

He nudged one of the dead officers with his shoe, with a haughty scoff, "bastards."

You began to tremble just like Jimin as he fixed the point of the gun at Taehyung's head and unlocked the safety of the weapon, "I'm giving you an option, but I'm not a man that likes to repeat his words so listen carefully."

"You and your girlfriend can walk out of here without bullets in your bodies as long as you promise not to tell anyone about this."

His voice lowered considerably at his next words, "but if I find out you didn't keep your mouths shut, I'll personally track you both down and show you what a slow and painful death looks like."

His words floated dangerously in the air as silence ensued. You knew what Taehyung would do, what he would say before he opened his mouth.

"We're not-" But he was interrupted as you ran towards him and covered his mouth.

"We will! We'll leave and we promise we won't tell a single soul, just let us go," you said hastily.

You could both leave here and let the officers of another precinct know about this, but you had to survive first in order to do that, "just let us leave unharmed."

Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, I can see who's the brains in the relationship," the man said, licking his bottom lip as he smirked a little. You knew where his eyes were, and they were not on your face.

With a disgusted expression, you nudged Taehyung to get him to move, "come on Jimin, let's go."

"No," Hae-Soo's strong voice cut through the air like a knife, "that boy stays here."

That boy.

Your gaze landed on Jimin once again, who hadn't moved an inch from the doorway of the living room, expression still terrified.

"I said you two can go, not him," Jimin's dad commanded loudly, and you could've sworn you noticed Jimin flinch, "he stays here."

That was going to be a problem.

You couldn't leave Jimin here after hearing about his father being abusive, who knows what he had in store for Jimin. It was clear his father didn't have an ounce of love for him, or any kind of connection with him for that matter. Jimin couldn't stay here.

"We're not leaving him," you said firmly, and although some may consider it brave, the only thing you felt was fear because you might just become the reason for your and Taehyung's, and maybe even Jimin's death.

"You're in no position to make demands sweetheart," he sneered and pointed the barrel of his gun at your head, "get out. I won't say it twice."

You felt Taehyung take a step to move in front of you, but Jimin's dad moved the gun towards him, stopping him in his tracks, "don't move unless you're leaving this house."

"I'm giving you one last chance," he said slowly, eyes blazing with anger, "leave, or die."

Another silence overtook the room as no one moved. It was like there was a timer ticking in your head, counting down the seconds you had left to change this situation. Your eyes darted everywhere, trying to think of some way you could disarm Jimin's father. Some way you could save both Taehyung and Jimin.

Your gaze travelled towards the grey leather couch, then the white dirty carpet drenched in blood, and then the bodies littering the floor.

There was nothing.

"Time's up," Jimin's dad said suddenly. You saw the barrel of his gun point towards you once again.

"No!" Taehyung yelled. You felt Taehyung's hands on your shoulder at the same time you heard the sound of the gun going off.

Your head connected harshly with the floor while Taehyung hovered over you. You could make out the bullet hole on the wall just a meter above where you had been standing a second ago. Taehyung didn't waste much time as he pushed himself up and ran towards Jimin's dad, trying to pry the gun from his hands.

"Sehun!" Hae-Soo yelled while trying to get out of the hold Taehyung had on him now.

You felt a pair of hands grapple you down as you tried to pull yourself up. The owner of the hands, most likely Sehun, was unfamiliar to you, but it was clear that he was on Hae-Soo's side as he held you down and waited for further instructions. Behind you, you could make out Jimin fighting with another man dressed similarly to Sehun.

Your gaze dropped to Taehyung and Jimin's dad, who were now grappling with the gun. It sat between them, the barrel pointed dangerously at Taehyung as he tried to pry it from Hae-Soo's hands. You could feel your heart beat loudly in your chest as you saw Jimin's dad's finger snake around Taehyung's arm and feel the trigger of the gun. Only you don't think Taehyung noticed the action, which made your stomach drop.

"Taehyung move!" You yelled.

But it wasn't fast enough.

The sound of a gunshot reverberated across the room. Taehyung, whose eyes were wide now, slowly looked down at the gun and then Hae-Soo's face.

The barrel had been pointing at Taehyung.

Taehyung had been shot.

Kim Taehyung, your best friend, was going to die.

You heard yourself scream his name before you could even realize what had happened. You couldn't lose him. You couldn't lose the best friend that had helped you through the choppy divorce of your parents. You couldn't lose the man that made sure to call you after school every single day to make sure you got home safely. You couldn't lose the one person in your life that did everything he could to make you happy when you were feeling down even when it involved embarrassing himself.

You couldn't lose Kim Taehyung. Because without him, you think you'd lose yourself.

"Get up," a man's voice rang from in front of you, but you didn't move. Your eyes stayed glued to Taehyung.

"Get up, we have to go before his men get here, your friend is fine," he said more firmly. His words caused you to look up at him, surprised when you saw Sehun passed out on the floor not too far away from you. Instead, another man was standing before you, hand raised to help you onto your feet.

His black hair was trimmed into an army cut and he towered over you, looking a little impatient as you stared at him from your position on the floor.

Who was he? And where did he even come from?

You turned to look at Jimin, who was being helped by a guy that was dressed in similar clothes to the one in front of you, only he was a little shorter and adorned with light purple hair that somehow managed to suit him.

But then you processed the man's words.

Your friend is fine.

You turned back to Taehyung, who was crouched over Jimin's dad. There was blood surrounding them, but none actually on Taehyung's shirt. It was Hae-Soo. It was his shirt that was soaked in blood. An unfamiliar man stood behind him, a gun in his hand as he pried Taehyung off of Jimin's dad and dragged him out the door.

"See? He's fine," the man in front of you confirmed, and you were surprised to see him smiling, a prominent dimple on each cheek as he beckoned his hand towards you once again.

"Now let's go."

A blindfolded truck ride later, you, Jimin and Taehyung found yourselves being led, by the man that had saved you earlier, through the halls of an enormous mansion silently. You didn't know where the other men that had been with him had disappeared, but it was clear whatever had happened back there was not finished.

After they had loaded the three of you into a truck, there had been no explanations whatsoever about who they were and where they were taking you. You half expected them to be kidnappers now that you thought about it.

"What are you going to do with us?" Taehyung asked. For the past hour he's been asking the same questions.

Who are you? Why did you save us? Where are you taking us?

But the man was silent, not sparing as much as a glance at the three of you.

Finally, he led you into a large room that resembled a meeting room. Desks full of computers lined the walls and a large table sat in the center, holding various maps, papers and other things you couldn't even recognize. The only sign of life was one man sitting with his back towards you while watching the screen of a computer. If you were to guess, the screen seemed like it was displaying some kind of surveillance footage.

Now that the guy leading you had stopped, the fear was starting to kick in. Who were these people?

"Well, Yoongi hyung?" The guy who had led you here said, apparently towards the guy sitting at the desk, "how's our situation?"

"The bastard is dead, thankfully," the guy named Yoongi huffed, "Police officers are at the crime scene right now, inspecting the body. Jungkook's there too, but I don't think he'll pick up our trail, although I'll continue to monitor him just in case. We can't have the cops on our back... again. I'll plant some evidence to lead him away if I have to, don't worry Namjoon."

Namjoon crossed his arms, "Good."

Finally he turned towards you all, who had huddled closer to each other in fear. These people were clearly not with the cops, so what were they going to do with you all?

"We're letting you guys go, so relax," he said, which earned him three confused stares.

Namjoon sighed, like you all were some kind of nuisance to him, "we just need to make sure that if you're questioned, you won't mention us. It's the least you could do after we saved your life."

"You're misleading cops, there's no way you people are any better than that gangster," Taehyung countered. As much as you wanted to jab him in the ribs with your elbow, because they had guns and you all did not, you still had to agree. Whatever this was, it wasn't legal, and it was definitely shady. You couldn't just stand by and do nothing, even if they did save your life.

"Kid, the cops aren't exactly angels," Namjoon said, his tone light but firm, "you're still a child, so I don't expect you to understand."

He took a few steps closer to you all, "but just know that if you tell anyone about our existence, a lot of people are going to get hurt, both the cops and the people I care about. Keep your hands clean from blood by keeping your mouth shut, this is my warning."

"Hoseok, get them out."

A few moments later you were being pushed out into the now dark street by a guy named Hoseok, who apologized for 'being so mean.' After handing you some money, he was gone.

Everything happened so fast that the three of you just stood in silence for a good minute, contemplating everything that had happened up until now.

Then Taehyung grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from a shock-stricken Jimin so that he couldn't hear your conversation.

"That was weird," he said, and all you could do was nod because, yes, that was in fact weird.

"Should we... tell the cops?" Taehyung asked uncertainly. He was feeling conflicting thoughts as well, you were sure of it. You should have said yes and reported them to the police right away. But something felt wrong, like doing that would get a lot of innocent people hurt.

And that's what Namjoon said, didn't he? That people would get hurt if you exposed them to the police.

It occurred to you for the first time that maybe everything you knew about the station, about the justice system in general, wasn't completely the truth. After all, you still didn't know why Jimin's father did what he did. There were secrets, secrets you could only get from the inside.

"No, I don't think we should tell them," you said finally and you were glad to see Taehyung nodding. You loved how you two were always on the same page, even without having a proper conversation. You both knew each other too well.

"Good because I was thinking the same," he explained, looking almost relieved.

"By the way, why'd you ditch Jimin over there?" You asked, pointing towards Jimin who was still standing idly in shock. You doubted he even noticed you and Taehyung had moved a pretty big distance away from him.

"Because he's annoying," Taehyung huffed, sending him a glare.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Your gaze narrowed at him. Taehyung was always so friendly and cheerful with everyone, it came as a surprise to you when he acted so cold with Jimin.

Taehyung paused for a moment, scanning your face before sighing, "you know for an aspiring detective you're really not good at picking up clues."

You tilted your head, not sure whether to be offended or not, "I didn't realize I had a case."

"Well then let me give you a briefing," he said firmly. There was no hint of jokes or laughter anymore, he was serious, "I spend every minute of my free time with you. I pick up on every small detail about you. Every time I look at you, I can't seem to find any words to tell you how beautiful you are because none of them would do you justice. I always reply to your texts within seconds even though I literally leave people on read for months. I can't think about losing you because I genuinely feel like something happens to my heart when I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you. Solve the case, Y/N."

You couldn't help your mouth that was wide open now. All the things he said... they all pointed towards one thing...

"You... like me?"

Your voice came out in a hesitant whisper. If he was trying to get at something else, which was probably the case, you had no clue. Maybe you really were bad at detective work?

Before you could backtrack Taehyung pulled you into him,

and pressed his lips against yours.

For a moment, you froze, the action not registering in your brain even after Taehyung pulled away from the soft peck on your lips.

"I know you may not feel the same way, but-"

You didn't let him finish.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips against his. He was quick to respond, hands pulling you closer as yours did the exact same.

It felt like only a second had passed when the two of you broke off for some much-needed air.

"I can't believe this," Taehyung said through pants, "you really accept me? What about Jimin?"

"Screw Jimin, I want you Kim Taehyung, only you," you said, giving him a smile. He returned it for a moment, but then something seemed to cross his mind.

"But I don't have abs."

You shrugged, "Abs are overrated anyway."

Apparently, that was a lot bigger of a deal than you had thought because he engulfed you in a hug and began jumping excitedly, "good because I refuse to go on a diet. I love food just as much as I love you."

You don't think he realized just how much of a praise that was to you. Food was elite. The fact that you could even compare to it made you realize just how much Taehyung liked you.

You quickly gave him another kiss in excitement before pulling away, "okay, we have to get Jimin and figure a way out of here."

"Out of where?" Taehyung asked, looking a bit dazed after the kiss.

"We're literally in the middle of the street, which is also in the middle of nowhere, idiot."

"Oh, right," Taehyung said, noticing, probably for the first time, where you all were, "can't we just leave Jimin?"

"No, now come on," you said, dragging his whining form towards Jimin, who was somehow still frozen in shock.

"We need to start re-evaluating some things."

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taechnological · 7 months

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could probably pull him across the globe just with a strong enough magnet

#i just know metal detects be going haywire around him #3d #jungkook

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moonlayl · 1 year

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Taehyung and Jungkook from BTS both dressed up as Detective Conan in the past and this little fact is enough to make me lose my mind and fangirl for eternity.

Like....hold up, you’re telling me probably one of the most successful group in the world are themselves fans of the very first ever work of fiction I got obsessed over? (I was literally 4 years old, no joke)

Detective Conan is such a good anime, seriously one of the all time best, but its so underrated (at least as of the last decade or so) and I was never sure how popular it was (very popular among Arabs, but westerns don’t seem to know it much) I guess this kind of makes me realise it must’ve been really popular among East Asians too)

Also, like...I’ve been listening to BTS since 2018 ad it’s all kind of interconnected, idk I'm happy rn.

the coolest part though, is I remember watching the Dope mv and thinking ‘Wow Taehyung really looks like Conan” and I even personally cast him as Shinichi in my mind, only to find out today that he was literally purposely dressed like Conan. Like it’s no coincidence. Damn.

#actually going crazy rn #going back to my roots #I don't usually post detective Conan or bts but I had to #Taehyung is my bias too like!!!#bts #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #detective conan #edogawa conan #kudo shinichi #dcmk #bangtan sonyeondan #layl.text

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weishenbwi · 1 year

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Not me asking chatgpt to write the serial killer prompt in the style of J.R.R. Tolkien... and the chat bot delivering 😂

In the land of Jeon, there was a young boy named Jungkook. He was born into a family that was torn apart by strife and conflict, and at a young age, he was forced to wander the streets alone. It was a hard life for a child, but Jungkook was tough and resilient. He learned how to survive in the harsh world of men, and he found companionship with a band of street urchins.

As he grew older, Jungkook's wanderings took him further afield. He traveled to distant lands and learned many things along the way. He became a skilled fighter, a master of the blade, and an expert in the art of stealth. But despite his many accomplishments, there was a darkness that dwelt within him, a shadow that grew stronger with each passing day.

Jungkook tried to resist the darkness, but it was a losing battle. Eventually, he gave in to his darker impulses and turned to a life of crime. He became a notorious criminal, feared and respected by all who knew him. But his crimes did not stop at theft and violence. There was a darkness within him that drove him to more sinister acts, acts that would make even the most hardened criminal blanch with horror.

And so it was that the shadow within Jungkook grew stronger, until it consumed him entirely. He became a monster, a yandere who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. His victims were many, and each one was chosen for a specific reason. They had all, in some way, slighted him or crossed him. And for that, they had to die.

But even as Jungkook's dark deeds spread fear and terror throughout the land, there were those who would not be cowed. Chief among them was a brave detective named Kim Taehyung. He swore to bring Jungkook to justice, no matter the cost. And so began a deadly game of cat and mouse, a battle of wills between two men who were destined to collide in a final, cataclysmic confrontation.

#not with a band of street urchins asdkfl #and so it was that the shadow within jungkook grew stronger #until it consumed him entirely #asdkflja #and for that they had to unalive #nice ending paragraph though #chatgpt #chat bot #jungkook #taehyung #serial killer jungkook #yandere jungkook #detective taehyung #bts #bts fic #jrr tolkien #tolkien style aldkfja

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aricastmblr · 1 year

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BTS_twt 2 Nov 2015

명탐정 꾹

#JIMIN

#꾹

Famoso detective kkook

JIMIN

kkook

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jingu-u · 1 year

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main, side, spoti, 🥑🐹📂, insta, soundcloud, fhstwt

LOVE LOVE LOVE !! : otoño, frunas, obleas, vainilla, lq pics & loops accs, música, cantar, hacer playlists, 00's/10's c.n + disney cartoons, series & movies, monster high, vocaloid, bee & puppycat, fhs, bt21, bangtan, gatos, chigüiros (capybaras), rilakkuma y kaoru, detective conan, your lie in april, glee, snk, she-ra (2018) | ok: body neutrality

HATE HATE HATE !! : calor, capacitismo, misoginia, clasismo no irónico, body shaming & "positivity", racismo, PERSONAS SIN CRITERIO PROPIO, hipocresía, fatfobia, xenofobia, lgbtqia+fobia (+bifobia, panfobia, transfobia, acefobia, arofobia), akgaes, saessangs, company stans, ONLYS CASTROSAS, locals

T W // : bizarre sounds/pictures, flashing lights, SCREAMERS!!!!

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LOVE ZONE (๑ﾉ •͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)ﾉ NOW PLAYING : U ♡⁠ (⁠˃͈⁠ ᴗ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

☆ they would never do wrong aka my best k-girly girls + boys: seokjin, yoongi, jungkook, hobi, soohyun, taemin, kibum, jonghyun, dahyun, momo, mina, jihyo, jeongyeon, jieun, sunoo, heesung, soraru, mafumafu, taehyun, soobin, hueningkai, chaewon, eunchae, kazuha, soyeon, yuqi

☆ comfort characters + pixelitos 2d que me caen re pana o están MUY bien escritos:

eric 😭😭😭, cory, topanga, shawn, mr. phoene (bmw) • blaine, kurt, brittany, santana, mercedes (glee) • rj, chimmy (bt21) • mouri ran, kuroba kaito (detective conan) • miyazono kaori, kōsei arima (your lie in april) • toast, puppycat, bee, cardamon (bee & puppycat) • BONNIE 😭😭😭😭😭, lily, mai, joy, springtrap, maggie, puppet, bon, toddy, meg, frededdy, cami (fhs) • julekka, rose (mlb) • escorpia, entrapta, bow, adora, catra (she-ra 2018) • bonnibel, marceline, jake, finn, phoebe, simon (hda) • rigby, eileen, pops (regular show) • pearl, peridot, rose quartz, amethyst, lars, jasper (s.u) • wendy, stanley pines, soos, bill cipher (g.f)

☆ pixiamistades por las que me dejaría poner una bala en el craneo irl (así como lo haría por bangtan/alguno de mis otros favs y/o demás aficiones preciadas para mí) :

♡ angelitas gc (putas se que uds no leen una poronga de estas weas xq COMO YO son unas pajeras pero,,, in case alguna lea, nada ya le saben las adoro son mis pajeras favoritas nunca me falten las amo)

♡ cony (maybe tampoco leas bec esta pseudo-carrd es un puterio MUY pesado de cargar o leer por tanta wea que le puse pero you know damn well qué pienso de ti, nada tqm demasiado flaca jamás me faltes)

♡ eze (pana 😭😭😭😭 literalmente nos conocemos hace nada pero siento y conectamos re bien porque ambos somos igual de delulos por los cabezones y afsjsk nada tqm mucho, te cargas UN TALENTAZO pa los trazos, DIOS ENSERIO TE BESO EL CRÁNEO PORQUE ERES UN PUTO GENIO CON LAS IDEAS QUE TE MANDAS y eres una persona muy vacana 🫶 , eso <'33, fr te agarré mucho cariño y confianza rápidamente y espero nos podamos seguir conociendo más 🥹💗)

♡ mamberitos gc (no words, just decirles que 1. ESTÁN BASADISIMOS LOS TQM MUCHO y 2. NO están feos, SÍ combinan 🫰)

♡ sophie (TE AMO GRACIAS POR TENER TANTAS AFICIONES WEABOOS EN COMÚN CONMIGO 😭😭😭 ERES UN SOL ENSERIO TE QUIERO BANDA TE ADORO

- pausa para autoconciencia momento (será que alguna si leerá esto TT? adsgbghkgj meh idc igual lo hago porque soy maricona y TENGO la necesidad patológica de expresarlo públicamente) so,,, sigo -

♡ mile (oh girl YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A IDEA de lo que yo era como armada antes de conocerte,,, gracias por ayudarme a encontrar el camino de la inner peace para no ser purpurina básica status quo con you know what and whose fr ty veri mucho btw enserio me caes re pana y te re quiero muak)

♡ layla (PANA COMO ES POSIBLE QUE VIVAMOS EN EL MISMO PLATANAL Y NO NOS HAYAMOS ENCONTRADO NI UNA SOLA VEZ tatkdulekts SOY MOCOS I HATE HERE 😭😭😭😭 ... ya serios ay pana nada en la re buena contigo también te re quiero mucho eres una chimba de persona y sabes que pa las que seas cuentas conmigo)

y bno,,, pa cerrar la agenda maricona de una manera NO tan emo, les dejo esta canción que es EL tema más real de amistad que si nunca se los dedicaron (xq como yo no tuvieron amistades muy chimbas backthen) se los dedico yo ahora kkk denle *tap* al corazoncito de abajo para que les abra la canción, m retiro mucha omosesualidad por un día bye

pd: si no reconocen la canción we no longer frens anymore *angry 👉👈*

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BYF !! • pa la gente del nicho (army/kpoptwt) que vea esto:

NO SOY ONLY PERO ✨ PRIORIZO A BTS ✨ , les chillo de manera INSANA al jinkook (tanto individualmente y/o en conjunto (ya que los 2 son mi comfort dúo y los amo a ambos por igual como no tienen idea se los juro)), hablo MUCHO de mis hiperfijaciones varias y vida en general, a veces hago music rants, escucho ggs y k-solistas femeninas + algun@s artistas western y derivad@s, tuiteo en spanglish involuntariamente, stream, votaciones, etc, silencioso (a veces subo capturas tho), uso modismos de mi país (al igual que otros de latam más generales) y (la gran mayoría del tiempo) tone indicators, suelo usar caritas y emojis irónica y no irónicamente, me la paso más en la side/complain acc, me pongo candado en casi todas mis cuentas cuando NO ando activa como para interactuar o responder dms !! (so ya le saben, NO me falta responsabilidad afectiva o me hago la rogada, SIMPLEMENTE soy una pelotuda con tdah que no sabe manejar sus horarios y de paso la caga mucho irl inconscientemente kkk so PLZ be gentle w me or either 😭🔪)

DFi / DNi !! • NO me sigas ni/o interactues sí :

-15/+20's, CHRONICALLY ONLINE, basic dfi criteria, edgy a*f (no eres diferente DAS VERGÜENZA date cuenta), anti de mis stan list o temas de interés, llevas demasiado lejos la "kpop over morals" agenda, only castrosa con complejo de comunista , te quejas del racismo pero de igual forma cuando tienes chance por estupideces sin sentido eres racista, te cagas en gente fácil de tirar hate, rebajas mujeres para quedar bien o hacer quedar bien a alguien más, te relacionas con solos intensas (tirando a akgaes) ó que de plano SON akgaes/antis de los demás miembros de bts)), validas fansites saessangs apesar de la mierda que hacen solo por el contenido que proveen, no puedes pasar jodas a largo plazo i N O F E N S I V A S (pls get a life) !!!, te tomas twt MUY enserio, crees amar al jinkook y a yoongi más que yo?¿!!! /j

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BYF !! • pa quienes son tan delusionales por los cabezones como yo:

- soy fan de fnafhs NO de eddoo !! aunque igual como artista y por su espíritu de creatividad le sigo guardando una fibra de respeto so no sé,,, tomenlo cómo quieran

- doy fb (fb = follow back) selectivo (incluso si en mi perfíl aparece que sigo a más gente de la que me sigue LMAO (aunque bno igual esto es principalmente porque sigo muchan fanaccs y bots de todos mis intereses conjuntamente kkk))

- sigo la serie desde 2017 pero recién este año (2023) me integré al subtwt de la serie /kkcrying

- VEO AL FREDEDDY COMO HERMANOS !! (raja de acá si también los ves como hermanos y los shippeas de manera incestuosa 🔪🔪🔪🔪 si shippeas frededdy sin verlos como hermanos sino como 2 individuos que comparten un cuerpo no me molesta (tanto) tho)

- mis otps son bxb <'33 (SÍ SOY BÁSICA Y QUÉ STFU TENGO TRAUMAS SIN RESOLVER Y JAMÁS QUEDARÉ CONTENTA HASTA QUE EL CANON NO MUESTRE BIEN EL POV DEL MECHIMORADO Y LES DEN UN BUEN FINAL A MIS PAPÁS afsksgldfejiffn *stares madly at queerbaitchan*), megloy & maiggie !! pero igual me gustan el resto de dinámicas y ships (non problemáticos) de fhs 🤍 ~

- CREO FIRMEMENTE QUE TODOS LOS PERSONAJES TIENEN SUBTEXTO QUEER (tanto implicito como explícito) y EN LA SUPREMACÍA DE PUPPET TRANSMASC & JOY TRANSFEM !!

- me desaparezco indefinidamente de redes cuando ando a mil con estudios/trabajo e irl stuff, PERO !!! si necesitas hablar al priv (y tenemos el grado de confianza para hacerlo y lo hemos hecho antes) no dudes en hacerlo <3 mi dm siempre estará abierto para tí 🫶

- AMO DE SOBREMANERA ESTUPIDA Y RIDICULAMENTE GRANDE A BONNIE (YALL DON'T EVEN KNOW GUYS 😭🔫🔫🔫), por ende mi brainriot fnafhsero el 75% de las veces gira en torno a él.

(no encontré ni UN solo gif de bonnie (el cabezón mechimorao) by his own (estoy llorando) so nada tocó con la chocopandilla ✌️ (igual y los toys siguen siendo mis ults pero bno it's ok at least con ellos mi scrunkly tiene amigibis así que still 👍))

DFi / DNi !! • NO me sigas ni/o interactues sí :

× crees amar a bonnie más que yo ?¿!/(#+_®°{¥π×√×€ /hj

× eres menor de 13 años o mayor de 23 (no subo nada nsfw solo no quiero ser guardería ni personal de un geriátrico /j | si somos moots está bien tho)

× eres provida

× no sabes respetar pronombres que vayan más allá de los cis-normativos !!

× NO SABES COMO INTERACTUAR CON MENORES DE MANERA NORMAL!!! (si eres así ojalá y te pongan orden de restricción para que no te acerques a ningunx nuevamente)

× usas: "feminista" o te refieres al feminismo de manera peyorativa junto a otros términos que escuchaste hablar de moda sin saber bien que eran y nunca te informaste sobre ello pero igual los sigues usando para hacerte interesante

× eres radfem e invalidas mujeres u hombres trans (si eres terf sigue a Jk Rowling no a mí, incluso si simpatizo con el feminismo y varias de sus ramas no tolero/soporto/apoyo/etc esto)

× apoyas creadores de contenido (youtubers, artistas, voice actors, etc) abiertamente problemáticos :]

× eres proshipper (shippeas cosas problemáticas: incesto, abusador y víctima, pedofilia, etc)

× peleas por ships (NO problemáticos)

× irrespetas gustos ajenos esperando que no te digan nada por ello

× se te suben los humos por tener algo de microfama siendo un pixel más del subtwt :D

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• NOTE » para dejar de seguir da sb (sb = soft block) que no eres un biti o alguna de mis k-girly girls pa yo ser fan :]

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STAN LIST ~ ♪

- ults: #방탄소년단 : BTS (OT7)

- stan : #샤이니: 5HINee (OT5)

#아도라 : ADORA (SOLOIST)

- support :

iu, twice, txt, newjeans, le sserafim, shuya . soffee . izykite . jiae . som hevin . byeoleun . belle . (SK)

the driver era, sabrina carpenter (USA)

after the rain (JPN)

- regulars :

seori . suran . heize . stella jang . saay . (g)i-dle . youha . jo yuri . kwon eunbi . taeyeon . bibi . fromis_9 . loona . stayc . billie . mamamoo (+soloists) . red velvet . enhypen . kenshi yonezu . eve . back number . aurora .

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thanks for reading 💬

bye ~

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jikookficsdiarry · 1 year

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And when I say detective aus are my favourite trope, I honestly do mean it from the bottom of my heart 🩶😊

Here's reading my favourite in celebrating for completing sem 1:)

#jikook #jimin #jungkook #kookmin #mingukkie #jikook fic #jikook fic rec #detective fiction #jimin fic

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cynthiamacchiato · 6 months

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"SHERLOCK" (Parte II)

Si eres fan de Sherlock Holmes, tengo un fanfic inspirado en las novelas detectivescas de Conan Doyle con BTS de protagonistas. "SHERLOCK" (Parte II) en mi blog.

#bts #books #wattpad #jimin #yoongi #jungkook #yaoi #suga #amor #sherlock holmes #blog #novela #fanfic #historia #yoonmin #detectives #misterio #moriarty

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hellbornsworld · 2 months

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION (10) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧

💚 Banter | Superhero!Jungkook X Supervillain!Reader | OneShot | @littlemisskookie

💚 Send Me a Pic | Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @74jeon

💚 new beginnings | Ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | OneShot | @nochukoo97

💚 LOVE ON ICE | Jungkook × reader | OneShot | @btsbrat

💚 heajix | jungkook/reader | alien!au | OneShot | @httpjeon

💚 Our Time | Detective!Jk x Graphic Designer!OC | OneShot | @taestefully-in-luv

💚 please please PLEASE! | JK X Reader | Drabble | @aajjks

💚 domestic daydreams | influencer jungkook x f. reader | OneShot | @euphoricfilter

💚 the right choice | college student! jk x college student! oc | OneShot | @honeytae

💚 Eye-Opener | Jungkook x Reader | Series | @taeshobipop

💚 paid in full | StepBrother!JK X Reader | Series | @trivia-yandere

💚 white lies | athlete!jungkook x reader | OneShot | @noteguk

💚 Secret Slut | Personal Assistant!Jungkook x CEO!Reader | TwoShot | @jeonsweetpea

💚 Marked Kisses | Yandere!JK X Reader | Series | @74jeon

💚 tis the damn season’ | jungkook x reader | @jqngkooz

💚 WELCOME TO THE HEARTBREAK SHOW | kind-of-tsundere!jungkook x female!reader | OneShot | @numinousher

💚 Home for the Holidays | idol!Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @writemywaytoyourheart

💚 closer | dongsaeng jungkook × noona reader | OneShot | @blublublujk

💚 Everything In You | Jungkook x f. Reader | OneShot | @jjungkookislife

💚 pent up stress | husband!jungkook x wife!reader | OneShot | @rrjkive

💚 How to Get a Guy. | Jungkook x Reader | TwoShot | @taeshobipop

💚 Chasing Shadows | Jungkook x f.Reader | OneShot | @colormepurplex2

💚 PROPOSALS | Jeongguk x reader | OneShot | @pjxmin

💚 Something Wicked This Way Comes | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @softyoongiionly

💚 La Belle et la Bête | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @chaoticpuff17

💚 I Don't Share | Idol!Jeon Jungkook x Back up Dancer!fem reader | OneShot | @atinystraynstay

💚 holi-blaze | dealer!jeon jungkook x (f)reader | Series | @darklingjeon

💚 desperation | jungkook x reader | OneShot | @jungkwok

💚 Workaholic | ceo!jungkook x wife!reader | TwoShot | @kookxmira

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ki-yomii · 3 months

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down on you | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader ➥ word count | 4.5k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, mild praise kink, squirting, hair pulling, standing missionary, rough sex, porn w/ plot, mafia!jk, detective!reader, established relationship, mild angst, mild violence ➥ summary | It’s true, he owns you: blood, bones, and all. ➥ notes | the mafia!jk au no one asked for aka an excuse to write smut w/ feeling lol.

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On his knees staring down the barrel of a loaded gun with a mouthful of blood, he knows this is the end of the line. He’s going to die like a rat in the gutter - no mercy to be found, loopholes to exploit or bribes to be made.

This is the real deal, and there’s no coming back.

Judgement Day comes in the form of a man with dark eyes and a dangerous smirk: Golden, the deadliest guard dog of the underground.

Credited with dozens of hits, you won’t know he’s there until it’s too late. Trying to keep him pinned is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands, or a whisper on the wind.

And you won’t know he’s coming until you feel the breath on the back of your neck, hear the crack of a bullet ringing in your ears.

Belonging to one of the most powerful men in the world: Kim Namjoon, he’s more war machine than man.

“Go ahead, do it!” He spits at Golden’s feet, a mess of blood and drool staining the crisp leather of his combat boots. “Killing me won’t change a goddamn thing.”

A coy smile tugs at Golden’s mouth, his grin all sharp teeth and violence. He stays where he stands, his silhouette haloed by distant streetlights.

Water laps at the docks, the tang of salt heavy in the mid-summer Seoul air. There’s no rush; they both know he’ll be dead and dumped just like all the rest of the garbage in this rotting city.

“Come on, you prick! Pull the fucking trigger already.”

Golden cocks his head, and hums in the back of his throat.

“Tch! I hope you’ve got a lot of bullets - we’re gonna knock the crown off Kim’s head one way or another.”

Golden thumbs at the safety of his gun, the barrel glinting through the shadows. “Ahh, is that what you think?” He shrugs, a lazy ripple of muscle. “Well, I have to say: I’d love to see you try.”

The night is shattered by the resounding crack of a gunshot and an echoing splash of something heavy dropping into the water below.

You climb out of the nondescript government-issue car. The faintest tremble of your fingers nearly gives you away but you’re able to reign in the impulse to smooth your hands over your clothes at the last second.

Showing weakness is the last thing you need to be doing right now.

Especially here.

Right in front of where you’ve parked - shoved between two looming apartment complexes - sits a quaint, vintage building. The rough brick face is at odds with the sleek surroundings, but tinted windows keep prying eyes at bay while the classy signing hanging above the door reads The Red Bullet written in caps.

If you didn’t know better, it would be hard to believe this otherwise mundane storefront is a cover for one of the most dangerous international organizations based out of South Korea.

Not only do they hold the keys to the kingdom, but their success is largely in part because they spearhead operations from government espionage all the way to simple blackmail.

Even though it’s been several months since you darkened its doorstep, the familiar sight is enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Send your heart galloping into a tailspin as your stomach swoops.

While time away helped clear your head of stolen kisses and promises whispered in dark rooms, it also drove the longing bone deep.

In those quiet moments to yourself, when you have nothing else to distract from how lonely you are, you miss this place like one misses a limb.

You didn’t realize how attached you were to these four walls until it was too late: the hazy air filled with whorls of smoke, the overhead lights that bathe everything in red, the plush chairs you spent many nights sprawled across, the glossy black stages.

You don’t know how, you don’t know when but at some point it (he) started feeling like home. A luxury you can’t afford. Not again. After all, if you give in, any progress you made outside of his gravitational pull will be for naught.

Which puts you in a dangerous position as you find yourself back where it began; feelings at war with duty, mind vs heart. Because even if it leads you to a place you could go a million years without ever seeing again, you have to follow the trail of bodies.

A bouncer grants you access, the heavy door slamming shut behind you like a death knell as he herds you towards the back of the club.

It’s outside of official operating hours but it’s no less busy inside, men and women alike in scattered conversation as you pass through.

“It’s nice to see you again,” the bouncer murmurs, chancing a quick glance at your profile. “Been a while.”

You swallow, gaze darting down to your shoes. “Ah - yeah… Got busy with work. It’s - it’s nice to see you too.”

The small talk fizzles out, a snuffed candle as you arrive at a cordoned off room, “Here we are. Mr Kim is already expecting you.”

Any further pleasantries grow stale on your tongue as you enter the private booth, fighting against the lump in your throat to manage a hoarse ‘thank you’.

And then you find yourself left alone with the man himself, Kim Namjoon. He’s as intimidating as you remember, lounging back into the leather booth with his ankles crossed.

A lukewarm smile stretches across his lips, the slightest hint of a dimple peeking out from the valley of his cheek. Standing at attention on either side of his reposing form are two massive bodyguards. Their hands rest on the butts of their guns, daring any who enter to try and make a move.

“It’s good to see you again. But I gotta ask - what’s the occasion, Detective?” Namjoon hums. “I thought we were past all this.” He waves a nebulous hand between your bodies. “After all, you’re practically family.”

You ignore the hidden barb with a wince. “Mr Kim, you know why I’m here.”

“I used to know why a long time ago.” A well-groomed brow raises, his gaze glacial as it spears you in place. “But now I’m not so sure.”

“Please, Mr Kim. I don’t want to make this more difficult than it is. I just need to know about the man they fished out of the harbor, and then I’ll be on my way. So… who was he?”

Namjoon scoffs. “What makes you think I know more than the police?”

There’s a flash of a smirk, barely noticed, before his face returns to its neutral expression. As calm and cool as a placid river. “A john’s a john. What I do want to know is why you care so much?”

The underlying question is clear; why are you really here?

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss such matters with civillians.”

“Oh? So I’m a civilian now.” His expression is not unlike the cat that caught the canary: vicious and delighting in the discomfort his evasions are causing. “Gotta say that’s a new one for me.”

Sighing in defeat, you say, “Alright, enough. I get it. I’m wasting my time with you. Let me ask this instead: where is he?”

“He doesn’t know any more about this than I do,” he says, waving a blase hand towards a door off to the left, “But if you insist, you can find him in the office. Oh, and Detective?”

“...Yes?”

“Take your time, I’ll be out on business all afternoon.”

With a curt nod, you flee the room amid low-throated chuckles and enter the office. Standing near the desk, his broad back turned towards the door, you find the man you simultaneously want to see the most and run from the fastest.

He turns around, the muscles of his back rippling with the movement. Your breath stutters in your chest, and you nearly swallow your tongue as your eyes trace over the cut of his body.

The moment your eyes meet, those many months spent cultivating time and distance turn to ash. You forgot how even the mere sight of him affects you, any resistance to his many charms virtually nonexistent as the world falls away.

Rich, coffee dark; his gaze sucks you in until it’s all you can do not to reach out, to brush your fingers over his edges and feel them soften beneath your palms.

Rocking back on your heels, you clear your throat and glance to the side as you remain standing in the entryway, more than a little off-kilter.

Coming back after so long apart, only to find him the same as the day you left… How do you reconcile everything that’s changed with everything that was?

“Well, hello there.” Jungkook croons, leaning his hip against the corner of the desk with a roll of his shoulders. His arms cross over the trunk of his chest, accentuating the bulk of his chest, the flex of inked bicep. “Long time no see.”

Shifting, you gulp. “Ah - yeah…”

The burn of his gaze - a palpable sensation prickling across your skin - tracks a path from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes as he gives you a thorough once-over.

“You’re looking good,” Jungkook hums in approval, “real good. I’ve missed those pretty eyes of yours.”

“You - you too.”

Your attention doesn’t know where to settle: drifting from the curve of his shoulders to the jut of his bloody knuckles, the tuck of his trim hips to the thick-soled combat boots.

Tiny hairs at the back of your neck stand on end, and your palms slick with sweat.

“I mean, you look… y’know, uh, good too.”

A flash of a crooked smirk, the raising of a pierced brow gets your blood pumping, your heart tattooing a rhythm against your ribs. Emboldens you to reach back with shaky fingers to turn the lock. The sound grates down your spine, bolts of anticipation slicing through you.

It was dumb to think coming here, seeing him again, would end any other way than his taste on your tongue and his cock in your cunt. Hope makes fools of us all.

Should’ve known better but you’d been hopeful those days were long behind you. Now you realize it was inevitable.

After all, Jungkook is magnetic.

The black hole at the center of your universe, consuming everything in its path until he’s what remains in your head, your heart. You’re helpless, ceaselessly drawn to him like a moth to flame.

And try as you might, you can’t say no to a face like that.

Never could, in fact.

Failure to extract yourself from his orbit during your not-relationship is nothing new. That doesn’t mean you can’t make it difficult.

After all, you still have some dignity intact.

So try, try, try again.

“Ahem.” You try to banish the heat from your cheeks, guiding the conversation into the correct territory. “I’m not here on a-a social call, Jeon. I need to know: were you the one that killed and dumped the john in the harbor?”

Stalking closer, a lazy jungle cat on the prowl, Jungkook crosses the distance between you. He only stops once your bodies brush with every labored inhale. Heat radiates from him, and you’re achingly aware of every point of contact.

The light scent of his cologne teases your nose, and his eyes - god, his eyes. They’re shaded and hungry, devouring your expression with single-minded possessiveness.

“What makes you think I know anything about that?”

“Jeon -- Jungkook.”

He hums.

Your heart thrums, pulse rushing hard through your head until you feel faint, blood surging the longer you stay in close contact. The shameful clench of your cunt makes your cheeks burn all the brighter.

The last time you were looking up at him like this, his hand was on your jaw while his cock thrust balls deep.

“C’mon, you know that isn’t going to work. This is me you’re talking to, not some rookie.”

“Mm,” he purrs, “it is you I’m talking to, isn’t it?”

You manage to bite back the groan but can’t stop your eyes from rolling even if there’s the slightest hint of a stutter when you reply, “Please, I just need to know if you killed him.”

Jungkook looms tall and proud, crowding closer. “And if I did, baby?” he asks.

Instinctively you back up, only to be followed step by step. A game of cat and mouse that finds you pinned against the wall before long. With nowhere to run, you watch, heart in your throat, as Jungkook dips his dark head.

His nose runs along the length of your neck, breath puffing across your sensitive skin as he inhales the pleasant scent of your perfume.

“I - I…”

“Would you see me in handcuffs?” His lips caress the underside of your jaw, a soft groan escaping him. “… C’mon, answer me. Would you?”

“I would - if I had to.”

As much as you wish that was true, you know in your heart of heart's you would do everything in your power to make sure that never happens.

No matter how much you like to think you’d do the right thing when push comes to shove, you’d choose him a thousand times over.

His eyes dance playfully. “Careful, I might like it.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” you say with a snort.

Jungkook chuckles low and warm, using the arm around your waist to tug you into the safety of his body. The softness of your breasts presses into the hard planes of his chest, your nipples pebbling through the thin cotton shirt you wear.

With a deep-throated groan, his hands encircle the curves of your hips as a thickly muscled thigh slots between yours.

An answering quiet sigh gets his blood pumping and his cock twitching.

“Mm, something tells me you’d enjoy it just as much, Detective.”

The use of your title is a rude awakening.

“Jungkook,” You warn, moving to push him away. Only once you start touching him, you can’t stop. His muscles flex beneath your curious fingertips. “We really shouldn’t.”

You’re sure if he could, Jungkook would spend days worshipping between your thighs, velvet heat wrapped around his tongue and hands in his hair as he brings you to peak again and again until you’re a sobbing, sopping, boneless mess beneath him.

“Come on, I know you want me - that you’ve missed me. I can see it in your eyes.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth, tongue flickering out for a brief taste before a rough thumb skates across your bottom lip, tugging down to expose your teeth, the glitter of your tongue as it darts out to flick over the pad of his finger..

“I’ve certainly missed you, baby. Want me to show you?”

Even though you refuse to admit anything out loud, you can’t help but angle your throat back and grind into his hips pressed against yours.

Jungkook tsks, “That’s alright. I’ll get that pretty mouth open one way or another.”

Before you can retort, a mouth swoops down to fuse with yours in a fierce, all-consuming kiss. A low, broken moan punches from your chest.

Reaching up, your fingers sink into the mane of dark hair that brushes the cut of Jungkook’s jaw. Soft, thick, and wavy in your grip; you tug at the roots.

Jungkook hisses.

Teeth nip at your lip, kittenish licks soothing away the string as blood bursts across your tongues. The thigh shoved between yours grinds up with every wet, sloppy pass of your lips.

Thick muscle spreads your pussy open through the thin slacks of your work uniform. Sparks of pleasure dance down your spine with every rock against your swollen clit.

“S-Shit!” Your shoulders curl in, a shudder jerking through you. “K-Kook, I… !”

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” Jungkook growls, rutting his cock against the jut of your hip. The wet patch you’re making on his jeans grows larger with every filthy grind. “You’ve been gone too fucking long. Never again, you hear me?”

You claw at his shoulders, stuttering out, “there’s noth-ing you can do t’stop me.”

“If you don’t come back to me,” his eyes are dark and stormy, voice whiskey rough, “I’ll find you.”

It’s not a threat - it’s a promise.

“Then make sure I never want to leave,” you challenge breathlessly, staring into his blown out pupils, “Make me want to stay.”

Above all else, you think.

The words are barely past your lips when Jungkook accepts your challenge with gusto (just like you knew he would). Without delay, he thumbs open the button on your pants.

Refusing to let you look away, Jungkook yanks them to your feet and swings you up into his arms one-handed. They hang from your ankle like a chain.

Your surprised squeak is quickly swallowed up by a moan when he settles you over the bulge in his pants, your cunt hovering over his erection.

The heat of his skin sinks through the thin cotton of your panties, so, so close to where you need him. Slick soaks into the fabric, and clings to your inner thighs.

Every shift is a smooth, sticky glide of folds that stirs, and stokes the ember of desire smoldering behind your navel.

“Kook,” you breathe. “Please.”

Your head rolls back, and you sag into his chest. Your hips twitch in pathetic little attempts, trying to get pressure where you need it. Having him hot and hard and all for you; any distance between you is suddenly unbearable.

He needs to spread you wide and stuff you full with every inch of his thick cock until he’s so deep you won’t be able to walk for days.

“Shh baby, I’ll give you what you want,” he says, gaze heavy and possessive. “I’m gonna ruin you so good, you’ll have no choice but to come back. You’re mine.”

“Says who?”

“Hmm. You don’t think you are?”

Nibbling on your ear, Jungkook slips a finger under the hem of your panties. He smirks when you keen, rubbing his knuckle up and down your sloppy folds with teasing pressure.

“How about I show you what your body already knows?”

Wasting no time, he lifts you off his cock, the scrap of cloth fluttering to the ground. His free hand dives between your bodies. Then comes the clink of a belt, the sound of a zipper pulling down.

Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, your body coiled with anticipation as your stomach swoops at the brush of his fingers along the underside of your thigh.

“Look so pretty like this, baby.” Jungkook twists his wrist, hips arching back. “And it’s all for me. Fuck, I can’t wait to get inside this pretty pussy.”

Any response dies on your tongue, brain short-circuiting as the slick, fat cockhead rubs along your slit. Pressing against your entrance the slightest bit before slipping up to nudge at your clit - coating himself up in your sticky juices.

The ultimate tease - something Jungkook’s always been overly fond of doing until you’re out of your mind with desperation.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, cheeks on fire and eyes half-lidded as you circle your hips. “Stop playing around. I want it - want you, Kook.”

“Oh, baby,” he smiles, ducking down to kiss your forehead. “You’ll take whatever I give you.”

You can’t stifle the broken sob, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Liquid fire surges through your veins, a thousand bolts of lightening crackling beneath the surface of your skin. Your pussy is tender, swollen. Walls fluttering in time with your heartbeat.

“Ha, you’re so needy for me.”

Jungkook’s lips brush away the moisture around your eyes, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the base of your spine. All the while, his torturous grinding never ceases.

“Aren’t you?”

You croak, “I can’t – Kook, please. Anything, I’ll do anything you want just fuck me.”

The flash of his eyes is your only warning before he’s right there, your walls embracing the girth of his erection inch by inch. Every ridge, every jerk as he seats himself as deep inside your silken heat as he can is absolute heaven.

The stretch as you take him to the hilt sends you careening towards the edge, eyes rolling back and toes curling in your shoes.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” you whimper.

“Shit!” Jungkook grits his teeth, squeezing the base of his cock as you tighten around him. With every deep inhale, his pelvis brushes your swollen, needy clit. “Forgot how good you feel wrapped around my dick, baby.”

“Me too,” You gasp, tightening your legs around Jungkook’s hips.”Me too, Kook.”

Dropping his forehead to yours, he says gruffly, “‘m not gonna last long.”

Making a noise of acknowledgement, you wiggle your hips. Sinking your teeth into the side of Jungkook’s jaw, you bite and suck at his skin, wanting to leave a mark to remember you by. His reaction is instantaneous, releasing the grip on his shaft to grab a fist full of hair.

He yanks back.

The long, elegant line of your throat is exposed to his butterfly kisses and scolding love bites.

“Now you’ve really asked for it,” Jungkook huffs out with a dirty chuckle.

“Then give it to me.” You lick your puffy lips, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. “Show me who I belong to.”

The brewing hurricane in his eyes is unleashed. Wide palms and strong fingers grip your hips so tight you feel bones grind together. His stance widens, his unwavering gaze locking onto your face, brow pinched, and mouth slack.

His lip piercing glints in the light, his tongue sliding out to wet his bottom lip. Dark curls tussle about his head, a wild halo that sweeps down into the burning umber of his eyes.

Helpless, you succumb - enchanted by the darkness peering at you from behind those dangerous eyes. He’s ethereal; a siren song that threatens to drown you, swallow you whole.

You’d happily let him, you realize with a shiver.

It’s true, he owns you: blood, bones, and all.

“Hold on tight,” Jungkook says, hooking his hands under your bottom.

And then, he’s jackhammering into your cunt so hard and fast all you can do is hold on for the ride. Punch drunk and moaning as he manhandles you how he likes, spreads you wide and stuffs you full until you’re panting for breath and clinging to sanity by your fingernails.

“Fuck yes, that’s it. Look how well your pretty pussy always takes my fat cock.”

His low voice whispering filthy praises in your ear makes you whimper, whine, and writhe as the band of pleasure coiling tight in your belly comes close to snapping. It’s the fastest he’s ever fucked an orgasm out of you, and it feels so good you don’t even care.

The pace is brutal, slamming into you so hard you’re sure you’ll have bruises on your hips come morning. But it’ll be so fucking worth it. You’re going to cum hard and long, you just know it.

About to melt as Jungkook fucks the slick out of you, groaning as you drip down the base of his cock, his balls - his very own pretty little mess.

“Yeah, you gonna cum, baby?” he laughs, pressing a sweaty kiss to the side of your face. “Can feel how - haaah shit - how tight you’re squeezing me.”

“Uh-huh,” you cry, holding onto the tops of his wide shoulders. Every thrust has his cockhead dragging over the spongy patch of your g-spot, sending fissions of pleasure rocketing through your nervous system. “So - so close, baby. Just a little more, I--”

Balancing yourself, you lift up only to slam back down, meeting Jungkook’s thrust with all the force of gravity. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Crashing over you like a tsunami, your orgasm shoots through your limbs and zips down your spine. A warm rush of cum soaks Jungkook’s shaft, the wet and messy sound of your squirt splashing against the floor secondary to the cry that claws its way out of your throat.

“K-Kook!”

Jungkook grunts, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he helps you keep bouncing up and down on his erection. “Yeah, that’s it - keep going, baby. Wanna feel you keep cumming all over this cock.”

Aftershocks slice through you like lightning, tiny jolts of electricity. As you come down from your high, your gummy walls pulse, milking at Jungkook’s thick shaft.

He groans softly whenever your muscles tense, release; your body a worn-out rubber band as your breath stutters from you.

Then a hand pets down your flank, your skin shivering with hypersensitivity at the tender touch. “S’okay. Just breathe, baby.”

Peeling open your heavy eyes, you look up at his face. Take in the crinkle of his brow and the ravenous expression. Even floating on a sea of bliss, white noise fills your ears, you want more.

You slur, determined, “Kook, baby, please. Cum in me, want you s’bad.”

“Fuck! Can’t just say shit like that to me or I…” Jungkook bites down onto the tender crook of your neck, muffling his grunts in your flesh. “Shit - ’m so --”

You cry out, nails digging into the meat of his shoulders, “A-haah, K-Kook!”

Snapping his hips forward one last time, Jungkook grinds as deep as he can get and lets go. The fat head of his cock kisses your cervix, his length throbbing in time with his heartbeat as a rush of cum floods your insides.

“Yeah, just like that,” he grunts, rutting once - twice into the cradle of your body, “take it like a good girl.”

He croons when you whine at the press of his pelvis against your oversensitive clit. Thready sparks of pain shoot down your legs that hang limply over his forearms. Every breath stutters from your lungs, slow and deep.

“No more, can’t - can’t…” Shifting, you arch your spine and burrow your head into his chest, nearly catatonic in his arms. “S’too much.”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” Fingers brush over your closed eyelids, smoothing over the arch of your brow. With every kiss dropped to the top of your head, he mumbles in dulcet tones, “I really have missed you, you know.”

You mewl in response as strong fingers knead the backs of your thighs.

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere.”

“Oh,” you can’t muster up enough energy to say anything more, body tender and trembling with little aftershocks, “s’that right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” He chuckles. “You’re staying here - right where I want you.”

In lieu of a response, you pick your head up off the pillow of his chest and seek out his gaze. Liquid soft; he’s looking at you like you hung the world on a string.

“I’ve missed you too, Kook,” you say with a gentle smile.

You’ll allow yourself this moment of weakness when there’s no space between your bodies or hearts. Titles don’t matter much when he’s cradling you to his chest like a piece of precious china.

Between the two of us, you’re the one who hung the moon and stars, you think while combing back his sweaty bangs.

And I think I love you, you whisper voiceless against his lips.

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