Erroneous [Vminkook]

2: Bloody Green

The breeze is cool tonight as it brushed gently against Jungkook's pink cheeks, caressing it almost like a soft feathers, but stabbing so painfully similar to needles.

Today just so happens to be one of those long days from work, which involved a lot of ordering demands and thinking and anger tantrums in the office since more things are being sent to Jungkook directly; this time a tongue and a pair of eyes, in which he gave to the lab for them to inspect.

By this point, it has just grown annoying. Right now Jungkook just wants to go home, eat something warm and sleep.

He's so exhausted, and thankfully he doesn't work tomorrow since his other director ordered him to have a day off. He's been so focused on this case that he hasn't been taking care of himself, mentally and physically.

So he's going to try to enjoy it, as much as he could, but he knows he won't escape the thoughts of Yoongi and his eyes glaring to the ravenette back wherever he turns to.

He won't escape him, ever.

Like a damn shadow.

With a tired hand he opens the door knob to his house and shoves the keys inside his pocket before thrusting the door open. Finally, home and not so suffocated by questions of people around every damn corner.

The ravenette lets out a heavy sigh of relief and kicks his shoes off by the door and closes it shut behind him, surrounded by the nice warmth of his home.

Just what he needed.

Jungkook places his coat on the hanger and begins to unbutton his shirt but freezes upon hearing something to the corner of the living room.

His ears perked, almost with his nose as well to that unfamiliar scent around his apartment.

A strong yet radiating cologne.

That's not bis.

And he lives alone.

Fuck.

Jungkook grabs his gun from his holster and points it to the direction of his couch, where he heard the movements, observing from the darkness.

"Show yourself!" He demands with a harsh tone lacing his voice, holding the gun firmly between his hands.

No movement was made at first, not until Jungkook hears a clicking noise and the lamp next to the couch is turned on.

Jungkook nearly drops his gun.

You've got to be fucking with me...

All colors drained from his face and he instantly grew weak upon seeing a familiar and well oriented man seated on his couch; his ankle crossed over his knee with a tea cup and plate in hand, his face concealed by a familiar golden mask with blood red lips.

This has to be some nightmare.

It can't be this easy.

No fucking way.

"Welcome home, Agent Jeon Jungkook."

The voice sent shivers to run down Jungkook's spine as he kept a strong hold of his gun pointed towards the infamous criminal he's been hunting for years.

Karma.

Here, in his home.

How the fuck does he even know Jungkook?!

Instantly getting into his bad cop mode, Jungkook snarls, "How did you get in here?"

Karma snickers behind the mask at the man, "Oh darling you are most certainly asking the wrong questions," He ventures and puts the cup and plate down besides the lamp, "Not a 'What are you doing here?' Or 'How did you find me' or 'Are you going to kill me?' Those are smarter questions."

The condescending tone behind his voice is exactly how Jungkook imagined it.

Soft, deep, and confident.

Jungkook doesn't even know what to say by how shocked he is. He's been after this man for years and for him to suddenly appear in his apartment, no men in sight or the glimpse of a weapon, is something he never expected experience so suddenly.

But he can't back down his composure, this is all so fucking bizarre!

Jungkook steps closer and edges the gun to the side of Karma's face. The man didn't even flinch, just glanced at the gun with his brown eyes and back to Jungkook with a pointed glare rather than an intimidated one.

"I could call the cops right now and have you arrested-"

"But you didn't and you won't."

"Tell me why are you here?" Jungkook growls angrily, pressing the tip of the gun harshly against Karma's green hair, even still he didn't break a flinch.

Silence fills them both before Karma finally mutters a sigh, "I don't do well with guns pointed to my head. Now let's be fair, especially since I don't have a gun pinned to your head."

Jungkook didn't want to falter his actions, no matter how true Karma's words are.

He doesn't know what to expect from him; he could fucking attack him and torture him to bits like his informants have told him.

No, he won't fall for it.

"Gun stays, now talk or," Jungkook clicks the safety off the gun, "Your green hair will be stained with your own blood."

To this Karma smirks broadly behind his barrier, amused by Jungkook's hostility and his fierceness, slightly glad for it since it just shows he's exactly how he is at work when dealing with criminals. Karma believed that he may fall in fear the second he saw him, thankfully that wasn't the case.

He chose a good one for sure.

"Well, if you insist... I need your help."

Jungkook's entire insides coiled to his words, blinking multiple times to process what Karma just said to his tired and exhausted mind.

His help?

Why specifically his help?

Does he know who the fuck Jungkook is?!

How did he even know Jungkook existed in the first place?!

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that," Jungkook taunts drily, no humor behind his tone as he nudges the gun more to Karma's head.

By now he's seconds away from reaching his phone, pressing the button to alert his whole team of Karma's presence here, all he needs is more time-

Taehyung grunts and dares to look at Jungkook directly in the eyes, his eyes growing more darker that made Jungkook freeze from pressing the button.

"I need you to help me find Min Yoongi."

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A/N:
Hello lovelies!

So as you can see I'm updating this story chapter by chapter. The chapters have been edited and are going to be updated one by one rather than at the same time since I'll be checking for any spelling or grammar errors.

This is all for tonight since I have classes early tomorrow!

I PURPLE YOU! <333