The Cop From Busan || •PJM• ✔️

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Dedicated to the readers who would rather maladaptive daydream about Park Jimin groveling over them than do their responsibilities. Prepare yourself for groveling Jimin and enemies to lovers...

Big thanks to my bestie estellaxcielo for making the cover! Appreciate you more than I can express 😍😍😍

☂ CHAPTER 1 ☂

Captain Jeon was an asshole.

Jimin stared at his superior, his mouth hanging open as saliva threatened to pour out. He picked up his slacked jaw, swallowing what he could before straightening his shoulders. His mud-covered sneakers leaned back in the carpeted office, Jimin folding his hands behind him in an attempt to hide the clamminess from Captain Jeon.

"But sir, I transferred with the intention of working alone. By giving me a partner, especially a rookie," Jimin said, almost spitting out the single word. "You're making my reason for coming here completely meaningless."

"Not everything's about you," Captain Jeon said from his spot behind his mahogany desk. There was a computer propped up on Captain Jeon's left side, the screen brighter than the broken light planted inside the ceiling above them. "We're understaffed and crime is rising. Any recruits we have, we need to take. Sorry Officer Park, but we don't have many left to train her. It's either that or leave her on her own."

"I'm sure she'd be fine." At Captain Jeon's glare, Jimin backed up and almost hit one of the two cushioned black chairs behind him. "Okay, I'll train her. But you should know better than anyone that this won't go well."

"You need to leave Busan behind you," Jungkook said, sighing and turning off his computer. He brushed aside the piles of paper on his desk, leaning on his elbows as if to come closer to Jimin. "I did. It's your turn. You can tell yourself whatever bullshit excuse you want, but we all know why you really left Busan. Stop pretending. Who knows, maybe you'll like your new partner."

Jimin snorted as he adjusted the top button of his dark uniform, feeling the little string that was poking out, causing his button to remain loose. "Yeah right. I bet I'll like her as much as I like spinach."

"You're hilarious. If you ever want to get promoted to detective, you'll learn to do what I say."

"Famous Busan police officer," Jimin mumbled. "Can't even get promoted to detective in America."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, sir. Is there anything else you need help with?"

Jungkook rubbed his nose with his long fingers. Even under the broken, flickering light of Jungkook's office, Jimin noticed the pale scar on the tip of Jungkook's index finger.

"Unless you can magically come up with the names of the local gang leaders, no. I'm going on stakeout tonight near a red zone. If you could, please try to make my life easier today. You're dismissed," Jungkook said. His voice was heavy yet weak at the same time. There were cracks dancing around the depths of his tone, and his bunny-like eyes had bags under them as his wavy, black locks curtained his face. It seemed as though he hadn't gotten a haircut in months.

Jimin went to the door, but he stopped as soon as he put his hand on the knob with chipped paint. "Jungkook?" Jimin asked as he turned his head. Jungkook met his gaze. "조심하세요 (Be careful)."