The Cop From Busan || •PJM• ✔️

21.

☂ Chapter 21 ☂

One day after rescuing kids, Jimin was trying to put kids in Y/n.

His hands grabbed at her uniform and popped the buttons off from how hard he pulled. She yelped at his nails scratching against her skin, but he didn't care. She didn't either seeing as she pushed him back on her bed and climbed on top of him. Her knees pressed against either side of the bouncy mattress, and her hands rested on his bare chest that had droplets of sweat decorating it. Her hair, like his, spiraled up in twelve different directions. Looking at her was a reflection of himself; both of them had eye bags, lip gloss smeared all over the lower halves of their faces, and few clothes on.

Her bra jutted out from under the ripped fabric of her uniform (oops), and her pants had no belt or thigh holster. Their shoes got yeeted out of existence, and he honestly didn't know where his trousers went. Probably to the same place that pen he had dropped in sixth grade had gone.

"What?" she asked when he didn't move to kiss her again. "You were the one who said you wanted to rip my uniform off."

He jabbed his finger toward her chest. "I did. Your tiddies are hanging out, babe."

"Then the fuck are you waiting for? Make out with them."

"Sheesh, bossy-"

"Oh my God."

She bent down and kissed him, and he accepted it without complaint. He shut his eyes and took off what remained of her outfit, including the pants. Soon enough, nothing came between them, and he rolled them around to get on top. Her legs wrapped around his waist and guided him closer.

It was safe to say they were horny. After a long... well, life... they decided they needed to let out their emotions on one another. It was one in the morning after a late shift doing paperwork, trying to crack the coded message, and filling Jungkook in on what had happened at the warehouse. The evidence needed review. After, they'd form a plan. A plan that could lead to the "mastermind" behind the child trafficking.

Not that he could focus on work, though. Y/n giggled into their kiss to distract him, and he pulled back so he could stare at her. For once, she didn't have gloves on. They rested on the nightstand with her full bottle of water. The cap didn't get a chance to get removed before Jimin had started making out with her. To be fair, it was Y/n's fault. She was the one walking around looking that good, knowing damn well her boyfriend, who exclusively thought with the head in between his legs rather than the one on top, wanted to fuck her sideways, backwards, on the kitchen counter, in his cruiser, and wherever else.

In conclusion: it wasn't Jimin's fault.

"You think they'll find a solid lead?" she asked as she traced her finger across his collarbone.

"Maybe." He pressed kisses up and down her neck, inhaling her sweet sweat scent. He had the same smell, though his had a faint aroma of peaches mixed in between thanks to his cologne he sprayed twenty times a day. "You think Captain Jeon will let us investigate together?"

She ran her hand through his hair and tugged on the locks, making him groan against her skin. He didn't care and left a hickey right above her right breast, then resisted the temptation to go down further. He waited until her legs squirmed under his weight. Then, and only then, did he kiss lower and rub his hands over her waist, coaxing her legs wider apart.

"I... hope." Her voice came out in a pant when he rubbed his knee against her. "Where do you..." She broke off and sucked in a sharp breath as he rushed up to her neck to leave more marks. "...think the kids are now?"