Jungkook's POV:
After a thirty-minute drive, I finally arrived at the amusement park, but Kim was nowhere to be seen. Ugh, this guy! I specifically told him not to be late. Fine, I'll wait a bit longer. Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. I picked it up.
On the Call:
"Hello, where are you? I'm already here," Taehyung said, his voice carrying a hint of impatience as he scanned the crowd, likely searching for someone with a Mafia-like aura.
"Which side are you on? Tell me—I'll come to you. What do you see in front of you?" I asked, my eyes sweeping the area for a detective who matched his description.
"Umm... there's a toy shop, or maybe an ice cream shop, I think," he replied, uncertain.
"Okay, stay there—I'm coming. Don't move," I said, my tone firm.
"Okay," he responded.
Call End
Third Person POV:
Taehyung stood near the ice cream shop, waiting, when his gaze landed on someone who looked oddly familiar.
Is that really him? he thought. The man resembled that muscle bunny from the club, but today he looked different—so different. The casual outfit threw Taehyung off; Jungkook looked hot, sexy, undeniably handsome.
Taehyung couldn't deny it, even though their first meeting at the club had left him despising Jungkook's dark, suit-clad aura. But now, in this new light, why did he seem so... different? Maybe this was some Mafia dress code for meetings.
Spotting Jungkook, Taehyung waved his hand in the air, catching the other man's attention. Jungkook's eyes lit up, and he made his way over. But then—wait a minute—did this coconut head just smile? A genuine, bunny-like smile that made Taehyung's heart skip a beat.
Aegyo! I want to squeeze those cheeks! Taehyung thought, only to immediately scold himself. What the hell am I thinking? Get out of my head, shoo!
Meanwhile, Jungkook had noticed the waving figure and realized it was none other than Kim Taehyung. Without thinking, a bunny-like smile spread across his face, revealing his teeth as he approached the detective. When he reached him, he greeted Taehyung warmly.
"How are you, Kim? How was your ride here?" Jungkook asked, a faint smile lingering as he looked at Taehyung.
"I'm fine," Taehyung replied, his face hardening as he tried to maintain his tough exterior. "Now tell me, where's the meeting?"
Jungkook raised his brows playfully. "Meeting? What meeting? I never said anything about a meeting."
Taehyung's glare could've burned holes through Jungkook.
"Then why the hell did you call me here, damn it?" he snapped, his teeth gritted in frustration.
"I... I just wa-wanted to meet you," Jungkook stammered, looking down at his feet, mentally kicking himself for faltering.
"Meet me?" Taehyung frowned, his skepticism clear. "Do you have something to tell me?"
"No, I was just free, so I thought we could spend the day together," Jungkook admitted, his nerves betraying him.
"No way. I'm not spending my day with you, you crackhead," Taehyung said, shaking his head in disgust.
Jungkook felt a pang of hurt at the rejection, but then an idea sparked in his mind, and a smirk curled his lips.
"I'll buy you a strawberry shake and ice cream," he offered, aiming for charm.
Taehyung's glare intensified.
"I canceled my plans for this nonsense? You idiot! I can buy them myself—I don't need anyone to get me anything. I couldn't spend my day with Jiminshiee because of you, you dickhead, motherfu—" His rant was cut short.
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Mafia's Kim & Detective's Jeon •TK•✔️
Fanfiction"Where were you, Mr. Kim?" he said sternly, looking down. His posture screamed dominant devil in a black suit. "Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing here? And what's with this?" Taehyung said, pointing at the decorations and eyeing them confusedly. "I...
