JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Evil Twin

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When you arrived at your home but you didn't expect his evil twin to be there too and you can't figure out which one is your husband.

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"See you tomorrow, guys!" I called out as I packed my things, ready to head home. It had been a long, draining day. Work was stressing me out more than usual. Being a police officer isn't easy especially with the mountain of unsolved cases piling up.

"Officer Park Y/N, can I come over to your house tonight?" asked Officer Jeon Jungkook, approaching me just as I reached for my car keys.

I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have an official reason to visit?" He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I just want to see Jimin-hyung, that's all." I sighed. "Let me guess—you two want to play video games again?" Jungkook gave me a guilty grin. "Maybe..."

Jimin, my husband, and Jungkook were practically inseparable when it came to gaming. I could already picture them yelling at the screen like two kids.

"Fine. But you better not keep him up too late."

"Promise. Oh—and I need your help with this." He pulled a file from his bag and handed it to me.

I flipped it open. My heart sank.

It was that case, Park Jihyun. A high-profile fugitive. A murderer. A trafficker. A master manipulator. And worst of all, my husband's identical twin brother.

Park Jihyun had escaped custody right before his scheduled execution. Since then, our department had quietly labeled the case "closed" and swept it under the rug. I never believed he was gone.

"He's still out there," Jungkook said seriously. "I know it."

"Give me the file. Let's talk at my place." I snapped it shut and walked toward my car. Jungkook jogged beside me. "So... if we do find him, are we supposed to... shoot?"

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. "The order is clear, dead or alive. With charges like murder, kidnapping, human trafficking, he's not walking out again."

"Jimin-hyung is nothing like him," Jungkook muttered. "No," I agreed. "He isn't."

When we arrived at my house, we were still talking about the case, until we opened the door.

What we saw made us freeze.

There were two Jimins in the living room.

Both were arguing. Both looked exactly the same. Same hair, same face, same mole, even the same clothes. Without thinking, I drew my gun. Jungkook did too.

"What the hell is going on here?!" I demanded, pointing my weapon at both men. "Y/N, it's me! I'm your husband!" one of them said. "No, I'm your husband! Don't listen to him!" the other shouted.

Jungkook turned to me. "Officer Park, I—I can't tell who's who. Should I call for backup?"

"No," I said firmly. "If Jihyun sees a chance, he'll run."

"Then what do we do?!"

I narrowed my eyes and took a deep breath. "There's only one way to find out." I looked at both of them and asked, "How do you spell BANANAS?"

One of the Jimins proudly said, "B-A-N-A-N-A-S!"

BANG.

I pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Wrong answer," I muttered.

Jungkook gasped. "Officer Park! That is how you spell bananas!"

"Yeah," I said with a smirk, "but my husband doesn't just spell it, he sings it."

"🎶 It's bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S 🎶," the other Jimin sang with a grin. That was all the proof I needed.

"Did we just kill Park Jihyun?" Jungkook whispered, still stunned.

"He's not dead," I replied. "I used a non-lethal round rock pellets. He's just knocked out. Handcuff him before he wakes up."

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