Jikook smut

Boys like you(Chapter 1)

Author:abuden

Summary:“Hold the railing at your back. Put your feet up, spread them wide.”

On Ao3
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“Chief is asking for you.”

Twin knuckles of a hairy hand rap sharply on Jungkook’s desk. It’s nothing short of a miracle that an empty space was found. His desk is crammed with dossiers of protruding sheets, some of them tarnished with coffee rings and ramen spills. A precariously stacked tower of sellotape, pens and odd bits and bobs wobbles at the periphery of his vision, threatening collapse.

Jungkook swipes the hand away and grunts.

He gets an aggravated sigh in response.

“Jeon! I’m talking to you, hello. Chief wants you in his office.”

The report wouldn’t be writing itself and Jungkook is already on a time crunch. He gives Officer Hwan the most loathsome look he can muster. That itself is a task and a half. Jungkook’s eyes strain and his ire is cut short by a series of fluttering blinks. He glances at his watch and realises why. He’s been working non-stop for a total of twenty one hours.

“Go!” Officer Hwan insists, bug eyed in provocation.

It has little effect. The transfer order had come in just last week so technically, Chief Park isn’t even their Chief anymore. He can wait. This report cannot. The media has been quite literally up their asses for updates, what with it being the biggest drug bust of the decade.

Jungkook picks up his pen.

Only to have it slapped out of his grip, skidding forcefully across the floor. Jungkook watches it roll under an ancient cabinet he knows houses more spiders than official documents.

“You damn son of a bitch. That was my favourite pen.”

Officer Hwan cowers in a flash of regret and then seems to remember the important business that brought him to Jungkook’s desk in the first place. “Then fucking buy another one. The Chief asked me to get you and you need to go right now.”

And he wraps it up with his flabby arms crossed over his paunchy belly.

For all of Jungkook’s patience, even he cannot put up with his idiot colleague breathing down his neck. He shoves his chair back in a noisy screech and slams shut the report he was working on.

“Ass kisser,” Jungkook mutters underbreath, rounding on his desk and knocking into Officer’s shoulder as he walks past. He hears him splutter in shock, exhaling furiously with half-formed curses. Just imagining his ugly mug of a face brightens Jungkook’s day considerably.

Though it doesn’t last long.

At Chief Park’s door, Jungkook throws his shoulders back and clears his throat. He has half a mind to barge in but thinks better of it. He knocks and waits for the authoritative call to enter.

Chief Park is sequestered behind his large monitor, but moves away when Jungkook crosses the threshold. He’s a lean man, salt and pepper hair cropped short, his uniform starched and ironed with military precision. Back in the day, before he’d gone up the ranks and settled into the cushion of an executive, Chief Park was known to be a hard-ass cop. The years have mellowed him down, and Jungkook suspects it’s largely to do with the little cherub filling the ornamental frame on his desk.

“Ah, Jungkook. Come in, sit down.”

A scowl naturally makes its way onto Jungkook’s face. “I’d rather not, Sir. There’s work to be done and I would prefer it if you keep this short.”