Vienna Song is a Ravenport PD's detective with a knack for solving the unsolvable. Tasked with investigating a series of chilling disappearances, she's forced to partner with the hot and reckless criminal Jeon Jungkook.
As they dig deeper and uncov...
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Jungkook started loosening his tie the moment he stepped over the threshold of that pretentious brain-serving place. The bright lighting and overly elaborate decor did nothing to quell his discomfort. He silently vowed to give them one star on Yelp.
Who in their right mind puts brains on the menu?
Then he remembered the cute hostess and softened.
Fine, two stars.
Rounding the corner, he finally got his neck free of the damn tie. His fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, eager to shed the formal attire. He didn't want to stay in these clothes a second longer than necessary. The alleyway behind the restaurant smelled faintly of grease and distant city exhaust, contrasting strikingly to the inside.
"Need help with that?"
Jungkook's head jerked in the direction of that husky voice he knew all too well. Taehyung was leaning against the hood of JK's G-Wagon, taking a slow drag of his cigarette. The streetlight above cast a soft glow on him, making the smoke curl around his face like a halo.
"Brains, Tae! You could've warned me!" Jungkook exclaimed, his voice ringing off the brick walls.
"And miss out on seeing the look on your face when they served you? I don't think so." Taehyung gave him a crooked grin.
Jungkook just shook his head, finishing with the buttons on his shirt and now struggling with the cufflinks. The air was cool against his exposed skin, a welcome relief from the stuffy restaurant.
"Come here," Tae beckoned him, grabbing the cigarette with his teeth.
Jungkook shuffled over. "Thank you, Tae."
Taehyung laughed, a short, sharp sound. "Come on. Don't go soft on me over some cufflinks," he said, giving Jungkook a playful shove.
"That's not what I mean. Without your help, I would've never..." Jungkook started but trailed off, feeling a rush of gratitude that he couldn't quite put into words.
"That's what friends are for," Taehyung interrupted, his gaze softening as he finished with the cufflinks. "Done."
Jungkook jumped into the backseat, quickly pulling his slacks down and swapping them out for his favorite baggy jeans.
God, these formal clothes are like a straitjacket.
The leather seats creaked under him, the familiar scent of the car's interior and faint cologne comforting him. "Still can't believe we pulled it off, Tae!"
Taehyung chuckled. "Is this what you had in mind back in third grade when you said you wanted to be an actor? Conning people at French restaurants?"
Jungkook cackled and pulled on a white undershirt, instantly feeling his body relax in these familiar clothes. "Have you seen my shirt?" he asked, looking around the car.
