Prisoner 136912 // VKOOK

14

The same evening Jungkook had to leave the hospital, Taehyung had invited him in his cabinet since Jungkook agreed to tell him more. The clock showed 7pm.

When entering the office of the lawyer, Jungkook looked around amused how it was filled with shelves, books, folders and it even had a basketball hoop in the corner. Jungkook was dressed up in Jeans and white shirt. He walked over to the basketball hoop, took the small ball from the ground and stepped back, scoring without a problem.

He didn't even bother to ask.

Taehyung closed the door and sat down on his chair, watching what Jungkook did. But he didn't really mind. He took out a notebook and a pencil.

"Alright, tell me what happened after you moved out.", he spoke.

Meanwhile the prisoner scored again. 

"I moved out... payed my bills."

"I heard that already once. What activities did you have? And this Hudson? Where did you meet him?"

Jungkook turned around before walking over to one of the shelves, playing with the car toys there. "You like American cars huh? I like them too." Jungkook took one of them and approached it.

"I met him in the gym. I saw him in the dressing rooms handing a suitcase to someone else. As he cached me, he actually tried to threat me with a knife but oh well, that was too easy for me. I disarmed him and had the intentions to break his neck into the toilet. That's when he offered me something. But you know, fools do everything when they're scared.", Jungkook spoke and rolled the toy car to the others, making them crash by accident.

The brunette was noting down everything that Jungkook told him. 

"Hudson is a piece of trash. He may pee in his pants if the cops catch him." , Jungkook added in the end as he fixed the cars. 

Taehyung put one of his hands in his hair as he was writing down, but he avoided the last part.

"And then? What did you do for him?"

Jungkook walked around, playing with random stuff.

"There was a big delivery for Mexico, on a ship in Busan. All filled with weapons. I was in this so called band for almost a year. But I haven't sold or bought even one weapon. The others did this. I found excuses and never did the dirty work. Nobody bothered to tell me something because I was cleverer and stronger than them. His band was filled with Mexican children, kind of sad."

Taehyung frowned. "So you didn't do anything with weapons?"

Jungkook nodded.

"That's still not enough. We need proofs. Let's not forget you were found on the place of this so called big delivery."

The brunette (Jungkook) suddenly turned around and sat down in front of Taehyung, staring at the table while thinking. "The place was in a parking place next to a bank. There are always cameras on the ATM's. Did the police check them?"

Taehyung started looking through his documents with evidences, but he didn't find anything related to cameras and shook his head. Jungkook chuckled in an ironic way and leaned back.

"Korean police sucks. Or they don't give a fuck because it's easier to just have someone that is 'guilty' according to so much 'evidence'.", he mumbled and Taehyung knew he was right.

"My colleague will check the cameras on this ATM.", Taehyung then placed his pencil down. "Describe some of the members that were there and the painter will do a drawing."

Jungkook turned to Taehyung and tilted his head a little, meeting the others eyes. 

"You really care about all of this?", he asked in a quiet tone, making Taehyung turn his head a little.

"Yes of course. That's my job, I must protect you."

Jungkook knocked with his fist few times on the table, approaching the lawyer again. 

"Has someone told you how handsome you are?"

The other male felt that he was kind of flustered but he didn't show it.

"Am I?"

"Yes you are. And you have adorable face features. Your eyes are like the fresh coffee in a summer morning and your smile is like the sun that goes up."

Jungkook was probably a poet.

And Taehyung's cheek got a pink flush that he couldn't stop. That's why he avoided Jungkook's eyes and stood up, walking around Jungkook, with a little grin that had mixed feelings.

Was Jungkook trying to get him into a trap?

"Why are you saying this?", he finally asked, making Jungkook hold his own hands and look down at them.

"That's how I see it."

"Are you homosexual?"

"Bisexual, but I bet on 50 dollars that you're homosexual."

"Aha and why so?"

"Feeling?"

Taehyung laughed a little, repeating what Jungkook said before. Jungkook stood up and stood in front of Taehyung, their faces close to each other. "Wanna see something?"

Taehyung didn't really know what to do so he nodded, looking at Jungkook.

The prisoner took the pencil from the table in both of his hands and held them in front of the other. He blew into it and as he opened his fists the pencil was gone.

The other was kind of surprised. Jungkook then reached his hand in Taehyung's hair and 'pulled' out the pencil from there, making Taehyung smile a little, taking the pencil. They stared in their eyes for a while before Jungkook clearing his throat.

"I must go."

"Yes. I'll lead you.", the lawyer agreed and both broke this awkward moment.