sleep like a winter bear

-Eric-

Taehyung's POV

"P-P-Police?" Han Gyeol stutters. Seok Woo comes out and stares at us with his mouth hanging open.

"Yang Eric. Bang Han Gyeol you're being arrested for invading someone's privacy, fraud, forgery, and deception. Kim Taehyung please come to the police station for further investigation," the police officer says, showing his ID badge.

(a/n: this is Eric)

"W-Why Taehyung? We are the victi-" the officer cuts Chae and says, "Ms. Baek I want you to come to the station as well."

Seok Woo panics and holds my jacket. I give an assuring smile and grab Chae's hand. She was perplexed.

The other stout officer standing next to Yang Eric pulls Han Gyeol by his collar and cuffs his hands. I walk out with a mask and tell Chae to get in my car.

I follow Eric's car as instructed and reach this deserted dark building with a broken board which said, 'Seoul Police Station'.

Chae Young's POV

I get off the car and hide behind Taehyung. Ok, how on earth does this look like a police station?

I swear to god if Eric does anything to Tae, I'll mince his brain and slice his lungs while Tae watches everything with cinnamon cream popcorn. Even his name sounds so evil- Yang Eric. And oh my god, he has a scar on his eyebrow! Even Captain Hook didn't look this scary.

"Mr. Bang Han Gyeol, you have the right to remain silent. You can also hire an attorney. Roughly speaking, you can be imprisoned for ten years and a fine of-" the stout officer gets cut by Han Gyeol's punch.

Han Gyeol runs out of the station, pushing everything down, and punches a few officers. One of the officers runs after him.

Yang Eric starts laughing. I get it that Han Gyeol recently injured his leg, and he runs like a penguin but how could Eric laugh right now?

Should I help these officers by calculating the total time, average velocity, instantaneous acceleration, and distance covered?

Eric and Tae shake hands with a smirk and start laughing.

"Thanks for being a police officer this time, Eric. I'll let you be a doctor next time!" Tae says.

"Oh, I also want to be a lawyer." Eric laughs. I give a what-the-fuck look and add, "fine, guess what I am? a clueless moron."

Tae chuckles and says, "Ok so basically, this my friend- Yang Eric. He's a con artist. I called him instead of calling my manager because I had a really cool plan. Eric acted like an officer to scare Han Gyeol. I bet he would never step out of his house without a black bucket hat and a black mask. And come on, how does this look like a real police station? Also, to spice things up, I said Eric to act like your elder brother and go to the real police station and file a case against Han Gyeol. Eric photoshopped a few more pictures to make it look like you were holding Michael Jackson's hand. Idols can't get involved in such a scandal that's why I had to do some extra work. Ain't I smart?"

*fUcK tHiS sHiT i'M oUt*

(Eric)

Looking at my poker face, Eric laughs and says, "I thought you would understand everything. You can't arrest someone without an arrest warrant."

"I didn't know that, but I knew that the other con artist would have to run for 9.7 minutes with an average speed of-" Eric cuts me with a super loud fake laugh and says, "hahaha, I TOTALLY needed that piece of information!"

Tae and I shoot a death glare in his direction. Why is Tae so triggered?

"Gosh, calm I'm sorry I'm dumb. Anyways, Tae is this your girlfriend?" Eric asks.

I look at Tae with a disgusted face and before I could say anything, Tae says, "yea, she's my girlfriend."

"No, I'm not," I say.

"Yes, you are," Tae says.

"N.O. I'm not your girlfriend."

"Ok, fine you're not my girlfriend," Tae says with a who-gives-a-fuck look.

"No, I...... am." I blurt out.

Yes, my dear folks, that's how he indirectly proposed to me and that's how I said a not-so-common 'yes.' Now we're dating.

Heading back to my apartment in his car, he sees me take my phone out. He snatches my phone and screams, "I'll play a decent song."

"House of Cards, seriously? this is a 'decent' song?" I say with a chuckle.

I turn to take my phone but woah. Woah, his hands. He had to wear a sleeveless shirt today? And why are his hands so long and veiny and hot and sexy and irresistible. He places his hand over the gear shift and grips it tightly. Ooh, his veins pop out and I choke on air.

I fan my face. Shit, he caught me checking him out. I quickly turn my head and look out of the window.

I hum the lyrics and try not to look at him. I feel a hot hand over my thigh.

Still looking out of the window, I gulp and breathe heavily. My stomach churns and something in me felt... heavy and pleasured.

Looking at my flustered state, he inches his hand closer. I turn to look at him. He whistles a tune and taps his fingers on the steering wheel, his other hand still over my thigh.

He moves his hand closer to my inner thigh and grips it tighter.

His hands inch closer to my crotch and go deeper. I gulp and glare at him. He stops and looks at me. I avert my gaze and cough loudly.

I stare at his hand and back at him. He removes his hands with a sorry-not-sorry look.

He says with a smirk, "you like that don't you?"