Inside the room, the atmosphere was heavy with the scent of antiseptic, a stark contrast to the warmth Taehyung had always associated with Jungkook. Doctors had just finished examining him and stepped out, leaving Taehyung alone with his thoughts.
Taehyung’s gaze fell to Jungkook, resting peacefully now, and the bruises that marred his pale skin seemed to pierce through Taehyung’s heart. Though the wounds weren’t as severe as he’d feared, each one felt like a brand on his own soul, a reminder of his inability to protect the person he loved.
Sitting down at the edge of the bed, he let out a slow, shaky breath. The realization of his feelings for Jungkook had come crashing down on him with unyielding clarity during the search. Losing him, even the thought of it, felt like a blade twisting deep inside.
“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” he whispered, brushing a hand gently against Jungkook's cheek.
“I’m so sorry… I didn’t realize soon enough.” He could feel the words spilling out, words he’d held back for far too long. “I love you. And I swear… from now on, no one will dare to hurt you again as long as I’m alive.”
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s forehead, his fingers lightly tracing along Jungkook’s hand.
“I’ll find who did this to you, and I’ll make sure they pay for every moment of pain they caused. They won’t get away with it—not by the law, not before I’ve had my say.”
The fierce promise lingered in the air as Taehyung finally stood, leaving Jungkook to rest.
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Back at the police station, the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting harsh light over the beaten, haggard men seated in metal chairs, hands cuffed tightly behind them. Their defiance from earlier had faded, replaced by fear as they exchanged anxious glances.
Officer Jimin, dressed in a dark, simple uniform, stepped into the room, a grim determination etched into his expression. He looked over the men, his eyes narrowed with restrained anger. Each bruise and cut on Jungkook's face replayed in his mind like a haunting reminder, fueling his resolve to get answers.
Jimin walked around the men slowly, his voice low but laced with a dangerous calm.
“You all thought you could just take him and no one would come for you, didn’t you?”
One of the goons chuckled bitterly, spitting on the floor in a pitiful attempt to show defiance.
“We know our boss. You’re not going to get anything from us.”
Jimin’s lips curled into a dark smile as he crouched in front of the man, leaning close enough that the goon could see the fury blazing in his eyes.
“Maybe you don’t know me. You think I care about the usual protocols right now? I want answers, and I’m going to get them.”
He straightened, exchanging a glance with the other officers in the room, each one nodding as they adjusted their stances, ready to take on Jimin’s lead.
Another officer cracked his knuckles, stepping forward.
“We’ve got all night, gentlemen. Let’s start with a name.”
The man on the right shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his bravado already beginning to crack.
“Look… we were just following orders. We didn’t plan any of this.”
Jimin’s voice was a quiet snarl.
“Then who did? Give me the name.”
Silence.
With a sigh, Jimin signaled to one of the officers, who took a firm grip on the defiant goon’s shoulder, twisting it back just enough to make him wince. “Still nothing? Fine, I can do this all day. But it’s only going to get worse for you.”
The goon’s face contorted with pain, his jaw clenched as he tried to keep up the act. But when Jimin leaned close again, there was something about his gaze, an intensity that promised things far worse than they could imagine.
Jimin’s voice lowered to a deadly whisper. “You took him, my friend. And I’m telling you, you’re going to wish you hadn’t. You think this is pain?” He leaned in, his breath hot on the goon’s ear. “I’m just getting started.”
Another officer brought in a stack of files, slamming them down on the table in front of the men, the loud thud making them flinch. “These are your charges,” he said coldly. “And every second you refuse to talk, it just gets longer. You’ll be rotting away for a lifetime.”
One of the other men’s confidence finally wavered. He swallowed hard, glancing nervously between his fellow goons before looking up at Jimin. “Look, we don’t… we didn’t… we don’t even know who planned this. We were just following orders.”
Jimin raised an eyebrow. “And who gave you those orders?”
The man hesitated, glancing at his accomplices, but when none of them dared to speak up, he took a shaky breath.
“Ch-Choi Minwoo. Now, spare us, plaese.”
Jimin’s eyes sharpened at the name. “Mimwoo, huh? And where do I find him?”
The man shook his head, fear returning to his face.
“I… I don’t know. He never lets us close enough to figure that out. We have seen him face to face once in a blue moon itself. We just take orders over call usually, that's it..”
Jimin exhaled, his patience thinning as he met each of their gazes one by one.
“Well, then, gentlemen, I guess you’ve got more to tell me.”
The hours stretched on, the sounds of shuffling feet and muttered voices filling the room. Each time the goons faltered, Jimin pressed harder, relentless in his questioning, never letting up for a moment.
He’d make sure that every answer was extracted, every secret spilled, until he had enough to hunt down the ones responsible.
By the time Jimin finally stepped out of the room, he held a list of names(Choi Minwoo being on the top), places, and connections. He dialed Taehyung, his voice calm but laced with the weight of what he’d just uncovered.
“I have something for you,” he said. “I think we’ve got a trail.”
On the other end of the line, Taehyung’s voice was steady, resolved.
“Good. Keep me updated. And Jimin…”
Jimin paused, sensing the depth of Taehyung’s emotion.
“Thank you. For everything.”
Jimin simply nodded, a small smile breaking through his stern expression.
“Anything for you two.”
Hanging up, Jimin looked back at the interrogation room. He’d done what he needed to, and now, it was time to ensure Jungkook’s safety for good. Whatever it took, he and Taehyung would see this through—together.
“Officer Park.” Jimin turned as one of the subordinates came from in, looking kinda scared.
“What if.. any of the higher officials got to know about... tonight? Sir Bogum may not be able to save us and—” the officer paused. Them treating a criminal who was proven guilty was definitely an unacceptable crime, and would not be something that would be appreciated by the officers higher there rank, but the reply the officer got back from officer Park was... a smirk. A damn, scary, nasty smirk.
“Then they would have to know that Kim Taehyung himself is involved in this.”
And, he winked.
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Trouble Tamer
Fanfiction"Sorry, but your name?" Jin asked softly "Min Hoyoon," Jungkook blurted out with a panicked smile. "Yes, Hoyoon," Jin chuckled, clearly enjoying this far too much. "Taehyung, show him around, will you?" And in that moment, Jungkook just knew. He w...
