"You're going to be late.", the woman told the young male, watching him how he tried so badly to fix his dark blue necktie, that perfectly fit the grey suit and white shirt.
She came closer to him, turned him around and finally fixed it, cursing a little under her breath.
The man let out a sigh, feeling embarrassed but what could he do? He was nervous.
He ran his fingers through his black hair, fixing it as much as he can. "I'm sorry mom.", he mumbled and looked down at her. She shook her head and patted his cheek. Both looked alike in the face a lot, she had middle long, brown hair and small eyes.
"It's okay dear. Now go, and stop being nervous.", she advised him.
The male nodded, pulled on his scarf and took his brown suitcase before walking out of the flat, waving goodbye to his mom. He entered his grey Audi, driving away. His mom closed the door and let out a deep breath, shaking her head and whispering:
"Poor Taehyung."
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"Damn it, must there be so much traffic today?!", Taehyung openly cursed and hit his head against the steering wheel, already exhausted. He was waiting in a queue for 20 minutes already.
Suddenly, his phone rang. He took it and saw who it was, sighing before answering.
"Yes...I am really sorry but I am stuck in a traffic jam... is he there already...oh gosh...", he whispered the last two words and closed his eyes as he rubbed his forehead with his hand.
"Yes I understand, tell him I'll be there in 15 minutes.", after this, Taehyung cancelled the call and put his phone on the seat next to him, looking out of the window to see, if the queue was moving.
That is called a great Friday, he told himself.
After 15 minutes he managed to reach his goal. Maybe it wasn't such a bad day?
Taehyung rushed over to the big building, where he had a meeting. He climbed into the elevator, pressed the 7th storey, and waited 'patiently', constantly throwing a glance at his silver watch.
But for his surprise, the elevator stopped in the 2nd storey, someone wanted to use it too obviously. Now he became kind of annoyed but he pit on his tongue to keep calm. As the door opened and he moved away to make some space, he saw three men and one familiar face.
"Oh Mr. Kim you're finally here!", one of the men said, that also had a suit on. Taehyung greeted the man and smiled in a polite way. "Good morning, sir. Excuse me for the late coming."
"Doesn't matter, since you're here now. Right on time actually.", the tall male answered. Now that Taehyung finally calmed down, he could approach who the other men were. It was a police officer, who seemed as if he didn't have enough sleep (well Taehyung felt with him) and another man, that had pretty obvious clothes.
That man looked up and made immediate eye contact with Taehyung. He seemed as if he was in his age, only the facial hair made him look elder.
Taehyung realized who this was, after seeing on the orange jacket the numbers 136912.
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Prisoner 136912 // VKOOK
Fanfiction"Jeon Jungkook, the most wanted criminal in South Korea, finally in prison." "The serial killer Jeon Jungkook was catched after four years by the police in Seoul and is going to law." "You got the wrong country, boy." "Prisoner 136912 under the name...
