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Ft Jungkook BTS

" you've got to be kidding me." Jungkook slammed his fist on the table. She flinched away a little knowing how his outbursts can become slightly violent.

" I can assure you mister jeon I do not kid." The chief investigator looked him dead in the eye, just waiting for another reason to punish them.

Emery sighed. She knew how if she didn't step in now they would never get another case again. There was no way she was spending her career doing paperwork.

" I'll take it." She quickly intercepted jungkook's oncoming protests.

With her partner's gaze literally burning a hole in her head, she picked up the case file and flipped through it.

"Good choice detective choi." Chief Kim hummed in satisfaction.

She felt her soul leave her body. He was literally asking for the impossible.

" You want me to stake out, an arms deal, of a deadly gang, by myself, with nothing but a video camera and a shot gun?" Emery hated how strained her voice came out.

" Yes. Is that a problem detective?" Chief Kim asked without giving her so much as a glance.

She gulped, knowing there was no going back.

" Not at all sir. Thank you for the opportunity."

Behind her jungkook cursed and kicked god knows what. She was definitely going to get an earful after this.

" That's what I do detective. Give chances to those who deserve it. Now go prove to me I made a good one." He said dismissing her.

" I won't let you down."
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" What is wrong with you?" Jungkook growled the moment they walked out of the office. Emery huffed. By now he should know they can't refuse the chief.

" This is a suicide mission. This can't be done solo and you know it." She kept ignoring him and heading for the door. The faster she got out, the faster she'll be away from his nagging and closer to getting their reputation back.

What she didn't expect was for him to grab her and shove her against the wall.

" What the hell are you doing." Emery demanded, trying to pry his arms away.

Jungkook pressed his forehead to hers.
She felt his breath on her face, coming out in soft huffs, causing her cheeks to heat up. In the three years of being his partner, this was the closest they've ever physically been. The room was getting way too hot.

" Why must you insist on constantly finding new ways to kill yourself?" He said, barely a whisper.

" You know why I'm doing this." Emy couldn't look him in the eye. She knew how angry he would become that she'd even think such a thing. Yet she continued. " I want our reputations back. I'm sick of being thrown into paperwork. I didn't want our lives to end like this. Because of one mistake I had made."

To her surprise he didn't get angry like usual. Jungkook sighed and pulled away refusing to look at her.

" Just come back to me. And be safe. You're still yet to find your soulmate."
She nodded not sure whether he was looking or not. And ran as fast as she could from there.

Emery would be lying if she said she didn't know what hidden feelings her partner had for her. Only a fool wouldn't see the signs. But she knew she couldn't lead him on. After all, everyone was created with a significant other half already existing for them.

She became a detective because of her soul bond. She shared the pain of her soulmate. Ever since the day she discovered this she knew he was either in trouble or a part of something dangerous. After all you didn't get broken ribs and plate sized bruises from everyday life. Emery knew it was a selfish reason to choose her career this way. But she'd come to love what she did, knowing she saved and changed people's lives for the better made her job something she greatly cherished. That is until, she made the mistake that was the immediate downfall of her career.

Now sitting in the corner of an abandoned warehouse in this cold dark afternoon, Emery wondered if this was truly worth it. Fear crippling every ounce of her being she knew this could go very wrong. Very quickly.

So far, the building was quiet, no sign of a gang in sight.

( A/N, Part two?)

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