(Next morning)
Taehyung's POV:
The next morning, I woke to the cheerful chirping of birds outside my window, a soft smile tugging at my lips. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes with my fists, then shuffled to the bathroom to complete my morning routine.
Once I was done, I stepped out and opened my wardrobe, picking out a casual outfit for the day. After dressing, I headed to the kitchen, my stomach rumbling.
I opened the refrigerator, spotting some milk and a bun. I grabbed them and ate while standing there, the simple meal enough to tide me over. With breakfast finished, I decided to call Jimin.
On the Call:
"Hello, morning Taehyung!" Jimin greeted, his voice bright with a smile.
"Oh yeah, morning Jimin-shiee! How are you doing?" I replied, matching his energy.
"Doing good, bitch," he teased. "Now tell me, are you coming today or not?" His tone carried a playful challenge.
"Yeah, asshole, I won't go. What'll you do about it?" I mocked, grinning as I teased him.
"Let me call Jin hyung and tell him about you—he'll beat you with his pink slipper!" Jimin shot back, pretending to be angry.
I gulped, laughing nervously. "I was just joking, mochi! Don't call him!"
"Now, seriously, are you coming or not?" Jimin pressed, his voice firm.
"Of course, shortiee, I'll come!" I said, chuckling at the nickname.
"I'm still bigger than a fly," Jimin huffed, pouting through the phone.
"Yeah, yeah, don't cry, my mochi! I'm coming—just wait for me," I said, a smile spreading across my face.
"Okay, I'll wait for you, bear," he replied warmly.
I hummed in response and hung up.
Call End
I grabbed my car keys and headed out of my apartment, locking the door behind me. I slid into my car and started driving to Jimin's place, humming a tune as I went. But then, memories of yesterday flooded my mind, pulling me into a vivid flashback.
Flashback:
"See, I'll win this time!" I declared, pointing a toy gun at a balloon.
Jungkook and I were at a balloon-shooting stall in the amusement park. I was determined to hit the balloon, but despite several attempts, I kept missing. Still, I wasn't ready to give up.
"Yeah, let me do it too!" Jungkook pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Okay, first let me teach you how to shoot," I said proudly, puffing out my chest.
I aimed and fired, but nothing happened—no pop, no burst. I glanced at Jungkook, smiling nervously.
"I think there's a problem with this gun. See, it's not working. Can you give me another one?" I asked the stall worker, my voice shaky.
Jungkook's expression remained flat.
"You stupid idiot, there's no problem with the gun. The problem's with your shitty shooting skills,"he said bluntly.
"How dare you call me that, cockhead?" I fired back, my pride wounded.
"You think I don't know how to shoot? Next time, I'll aim my gun at you, and I'm sure my skills will work perfectly. You—"
My rant was cut short by Jungkook's actions. Ignoring me, he grabbed another gun from the stall, aimed at the same balloon, and fired. The balloon burst with a loud pop, leaving me stunned, my mouth hanging open in shock.
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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...
