The Cop From Busan || •PJM• ✔️

25.

☂ Chapter 25 ☂

"I gotta go."

Y/n's voice was soft as it pressed against Jimin's lips, and he gazed down at her, breathless and with fluttering eyes. The windows of his cruiser were all fogged up, but he didn't care. It wasn't like he wanted to stargaze anyway.

"Five more minutes," he said, and she nodded without protest. He took it as permission to continue making out with her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he moaned into the kiss, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands roaming her body. The uniform hiding her precious skin unbuttoned and revealed her bra. He kissed down her neck and collarbone, kissing every inch he could get. They'd never get a moment like that again, and he cherished it.

He wasn't stupid; he knew his choice would have consequences. After all, the body cam footage from his conversation with Revan was under review by Jungkook himself. Revan had admitted to the child trafficking and then some. Jimin chose not to arrest him. Although it had been days since that conversation and the warehouse siege, Jimin couldn't comprehend why. He knew letting such a huge criminal go wouldn't be without punishment, yet he did it anyway.

"Jimin," her sweet voice said in a gasp, and he savored it, warping it around his brain and replaying it until he felt numb. All while his lips pranced over her neck and down to her bra, kissing the lace and massaging her hips in the process.

"I love you so much." His voice was a mere whisper as it pressed on her hips. "There's no one I want more than you, princess."

He came back up and kissed her lips, unable to help himself. They were too sweet... too tempting. Every time he tried to kiss anywhere other than her lips, he found himself needy for her again. It ended with him on top of her and making out with her. The desperation soaked through his actions, and he swore it was so overwhelming that his fingertips left puddles of need on each inch of her he touched.

"I really gotta go." But her voice was muffled by his mouth. It didn't stop her from trying, though. "I got a lead on my old man, I need to go find him."

That caused him to perk up with his hair falling in his face. The blonde locks obstructed his perfect view of her, and she reached up to brush them back. He locked eyes with her, and he had to force himself not to kiss her again.

"You're going to find him? You're serious?"

She hummed, and it sounded like heaven. "Turns out 1PP is resourceful, so yeah, I'm gonna try to find him."

"Oh, gee, the police station has resources? You're a modern Sherlock, baby."

"Shut up, goofball."

He laughed until squeaky sounds came out, and she sat up, brushing his hair down and snuggling up with him in his humid car. All the windows fogged up, and Y/n reached back to draw a smiley face on the closest one. He chuckled and pecked her forehead, buttoning her uniform back up.

"Guess I'll have to fuck you in my apartment instead," he whispered, pressing wet kisses to her cheek and jaw while his hands ran over her curves. "On the wall, the floor, the couch, the bed..."

She snickered and pulled on his shirt as her body squirmed in his grasp. "You're too horny for your own good, Mimi."

"Mm, I just want to spend time with my girl, is that so hard to ask?"

He stopped his barrage of affections to instead pull back and admire her. As always, she had a determined gaze, but that time, it crinkled her nose and cheeks, almost like a smile without her lips moving.