"What?! You don't have any leads yet? It's almost a week and we don't even know if they're alive!" Taehyung hissed. His patience is almost depleted from waiting for update about Jimin and Jungkook. 
                              "I-I'm sorry, we are doing everything we can but without any witness or material leads as to where they are, we can't move forward. Those b*stards seems to have planned this carefully.  Broken CCTV's and even the location are no help. The residential place are of no restrictions as to those who comes and goes of the area. The only lead we had are the blood clots on the ground." The young officer sighed. He is as much as frustrated as him but likely, he feels sorry for Taehyung who looks like a real mess. His beard starts growing and dark circles are evident around his eyes. Ever since, Taehyung didn't leave the police station.
                              He just can't stay at home.
                              "Then find one! What you're telling me is a whole lot of bullshit! That's your fucking job and what you're saying are all excuses?!"
                              "I'm really sor... Oh! O-officer Jung!" The young officer's eyes widen and immediately salute at the person who just enters. 
                              "What's the commotion about?" The person asks with a bright smile but for Taehyung it's a time where all smiles are unwelcome. 
                              He looks at him with gloomy expression and the person can already tell what's happening. He gently taps the younger's shoulder and give him a reassuring look before asking him to leave. 
                              "Mr. Kim..."
                              "Wanna grab some coffee?" He asks out of nowhere. His bright smile almost distracted Taehyung but the other is fast to recover from it. 
                              "What the heck?"
                              ***
                              "I know I'm handsome but we can't let the bugs fly in your mouth." Jungkook whispers and Jimin almost squeals. He suddenly wonders what magic his clothes has that makes Jungkook suddenly turns into a different person. 
                              He's not complaining though. By a different person, he means sexy.
                              Wait. was that even the right description?
                              Goddamn scratch that.
                              Smoking hot  it is. 
                              Jimin curses at his mind thinking how dumb he probably looks right now. His cheeks feels hot. Nah, his whole body feels burning. Unwelcome desire creeping his innocent mind. "I-I'm sorry." He says and averts his gaze away from the other.
                              Jungkook giggles as if he changes personality in a split second. When he smiles, his nose and eyebrows crunches together and his two cute bunny teeth shows. "I'm just playing with you Jimin ah." He says and slyly touches his chin before turning his back. 
                              'What the?' Jimin wants to get mad but how can he? He likes that both sides of Jungkook. Cute and sexy. Sexy and cute. Both turns him on.
                              But if there's something that he really likes about him, it would this...
                              "You kinda look bothered. Care to share what you're thinking?" He says while looking at him. When his eyes meet his gaze as they are standing there staring at each other, time stops. Those big doe eyes piercing deep to his soul and swear Jimin wants to tell him all his agony.
                              Jungkook can really see through him. His gestures, his little frown, maybe even his slightest scratches on his head. Jungkook always pays utmost attention on these little things. He just knows when he's needed and even before Jimin could ask,  Jungkook is already there to rescue. 
                                      
                                   
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Still With My Memories
FanfictionBOOK 1: "STILL WITH MY MEMORIES" is a story of finding and choosing love between present and the past. An ordinary love story it seemed, but it is not.
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  