Namjoon had always been determined to serve justice and uphold law - but when he's assigned to catch the notorious gangster Jungkook, he knew his principles would be put to test.
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As his first task Namjoon was assigned what would be considered from the criminal organisation a 'simple' drug dealing operation. Jungkook was not pleased with this arrangement and was more than mad at the police officer for his reckless show up. But after all, everything was about taking risks in this society so he couldn't really blame Mr.Kim. Still, what an asshole thought the younger.
As they walked towards Jungkook's black, shining Harley Davidson, Namjoon couldn't help but take in the young gangster's appearance. As the two young men stood outside their hideout, His leather jacket and high boots perfectly matching the vehicle. It was as though the bike was an extension of him, exuding the same dangerous and untouchable aura.
'Hop on already,' Jungkook said, his voice laced with annoyance at Namjoon's slow pace.
'Don't I get one too?' Namjoon asked, referring to the helmet.
Jungkook scoffed and took off his own, throwing it at Namjoon. He caught it effortlessly and noticed how Jungkook's hair was now messy, giving him a mischievous childish look.
'Now you don't have to act on kindness,' Namjoon said, amused by the offer.
'You need it more than I do, that's a fact. Kindness was not part of our deal anyway,' Jungkook spoke coldly.
Namjoon couldn't help but smile at the younger boy's attitude. He took the helmet and placed it back on Jungkook's head before seating himself behind him on the motorbike.
'You're younger and I'm a policeman, keep it' Namjoon whispered, amused by the irony of their situation. Jungkook heard him perfectly and turned to glare at him through the obscured glass of his helmet.
'Don't try to play the 'good cop' with me,' Jungkook spat, his voice laced with bitterness. 'You know my secret, where I work, and yet you stand here acting like you care about my safety.'
Before Namjoon could even begin to say something Jungkook cursed under his breath and started the engine with a loud roar. He drove off at a breakneck speed, and Namjoon had to cling onto his slim waist, feeling his muscles tense under his hands' strong grip. He purposely let his fingers sink into Jungkook's jacket, almost like pinning him to the seat of the motorbike.
As they rode through the streets, Namjoon observed Jungkook's focused expression through the front mirror. He could see the determination and anger in his eyes, and he really shouldn't but he felt sorry for the young man. He was caught up in a life of crime and violence, and there seemed to be no escape for him. Even now Namjoon couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for using Jungkook in his undercover mission.
