FBI : love department || Park Jimin ☁️

4-poker

<good morning detective Park>

you sang as you sat next to Jimin in the little coffee shop next to the office, he looked up at you, just a moment before his head was hanging low tiredly, a half-smile lightened his face

<morning yes, I'm not sure if good>

you giggled at his answer

<why? what happened?>

the little smile he had become an annoyed grimace, his hand went to his hair. It didn't metter how tired he looked or how his clothes were messy his hair would be always perfectly styled. Sometimes you ended up asking yourself if he did it like that or if it stayed the way it did naturally

<I didn't get much sleep because I read one of the books of our victim to try finding out something more. If my sleepless night wasn't enough to make this day hard, this morning I found out someone keyed my car>

you needed to gather all your self-control to stop yourself from laughing, you told him too many times to be careful who he goes to bed with because it may end up with an episode of vandalism on the door of his apartment or... on his car. Jimin had never listened to you tho. He looked at you shooting you a death glare as he noticed the way you tried so hard to contain your laugh

<It's not funny>

annoyance clear in his voice as you finally let yourself burst. At first, he just watched you laugh about his not so lucky morning with a pissed expression  but, slowly, he also started giggling about it

<I know it is not>

you choked out after you finally calmed down and were trying to catch your breath, you finally looked at your partner, a bright smile was dancing on his lips, his eyes disappeared behind his cheeks, as always, and you couldn't help but smile at his cuteness, something in your stomach made a flip as you admired his soft features, you didn't know why or what you were feeling but he had the power to light up your mood, or even day.

<but you are still laughing>

Jimin rolled his eyes but the smile playing on his face betrayed his fake annoyed expression

<can't help it, sorry>

you brought your cup of morning coffee up to your mouth, Jimin's eyes flew to the way your red lips, made so by your favorite lipstick, hugged the edge of the cup, and unknowingly he liked his own. Jimin shook his head bringing himself to reality, what was he doing?

<I warned you to not play with girls, one of them may take revenge>

you pointed a finger on his chest, Jimin captured your hand, I wish I could say "he closed your hand in his bigger one" but it would be a lie, Jimin's hand suited yours perfectly, it wasn't bigger, it was just the same size as yours. The warmth of his skin against yours felt nice, and you liked it

<I'm pretty sure it wasn't any of my girls, most likely the boyfriend of one of them>

he sent a wink to you letting your hand go, you shrugged your shoulders and cleared your throat, you didn't want to keep the discussion going that's why you decided to change the topic and Jungkook entered the coffee shop at that moment was the perfect excuse, you got up and waved at him calling out his name. Noticing the movements, and then recognizing the face, Jungkook smiled waving back and directing himself to your table.

my girls

Jimin's words kept playing in your head, you could pretend in front of the others that they didn't hurt you somehow, but in front of yourself... you couldn't. He had hundreds of his girls and you weren't between them. You weren't sure when you started to think about your partner as more than a work partner, but you knew it was wrong and you shouldn't be seeing him like this.

Maybe you didn't even want to be one of his girls, you wanted to be his only girl.

**

You took the files as you followed Jimin to the questioning room, he gave you the "are you ready?" look and you nodded, his hand wrapped around the doorknob as he opened the door. The receptionist was already sitting in the chair at one side of the table. On the other side, there were other two chairs, for you and Jimin.

<Goodmorning Mr. Liar, how did you spend your night at our 5 stars hotel?>

Jimin asked ironically referring to the night the other man had spent in prison. The room was dark, the lamp above the table, which was settled in the middle, was the only source of light. You sat in front of the suspected and crossed your arms on your chest. Jimin leaned against the table and you mentally cursed at him, why couldn't that man sit straight at his place for once?

<I wouldn't name it as a 5 stars hotel but pretty comfy thank you>

Mr. Hall rolled his eyes making Jimin chuckle at his words

<I see we are talking back today>

you pointed out as you took the files out of your bag, the man in front of you sighed

<I'm sorry, I haven't slept in two consecutive nights>

Jimin leaned forward bringing his face closer to the other, the dangerous look of a cop danced in his eyes, maybe he had cute features, but all that cuteness could easily turn into scary anger

<lying to us was a choice of yours, you can only thank yourself if you haven't spelled in two nights>

your partner said then getting up from where he was sitting and finally taking place on the chair next to you

<you don't understand>

Jorge mumbled putting his handcuffed hands on the table, the chain noise was quiet as his movements were slow

<if you don't explain us, it's obvious that we don't understand>

you shrugged your shoulders as you watched the receptionist getting lost in his thoughts, he knew he was in a bad situation, and starting an argument with two cops wasn't going to help it.

<ok...>

he sighed at the end giving in

<I was doing something much worse than watching a soccer game at work>

you exchanged a look with Jimin as both of you focused on the next words

<I was hosting a poker game at the rear of the hotel, we were playing when we heard Mr. Scott scream, but when we reached there the man was already running away>

you looked at him with an eyebrow up

<do you know that hosting a poker game outside of a casino is completely illegal?>

you asked but you already knew the answer, in fact, the boy just nodded at your, nearly stupid, question

<alright, write here the names of the people who were there that night>

Jimin slipped a piece of paper and a pen on the table, the other man struggled a little to grip the pen with his handcuffs on, but at the end, you had 7 names, each of them corresponding to a person you needed to check.

<what will happen to me now?>

the man asked, fear could be clearly read in his voice and on his face, at that moment the door of the room opened, warden Kim was standing there, you knew he watched the whole interview from behind the black glass, the wall on the left was in fact a simple black glass, from inside you couldn't see who was standing there, but from the outside, you could hear and see everything

<that's in the warden's hands>