The cloudy sky cries cold tears, tears that plummet down to the earth, drenching every material it touches, the world soaks, avoids and slides down the water, it also slides down the window pane of Jimin's house.
The agent's owlish eyes stare out the window, in his hand a mug filled to the brim with piping hot and intolerably bitter coffee. The view outside is shrouded by mist, leaving nothing but scenic mystery, it was something he could appreciate, especially along the silence that prevailed in his mind.
Yes, his mind had been terribly quiet after what had happened yesterday.
And for the first time in months had he been knocked to a deep sound sleep.
Jimin's lips touch the edge of the mug as he takes a hot sip, his stomach churned, he was pleased that his thoughts wouldn't be invaded with certain unwanted voices for the next few days. But yet again, he figured when they come back, it would be even stronger, and it unsettled him.
Jimin does not really regret what he did yesterday, he might've been drunk, but he drank as his last resort, he knew if that couldn't stop him from seeking the other, nothing would've.
His silent introspection was disturbed by the doorbell ringing, he frowns, and he had just got dressed for meeting the Director, who could be here at such a time?
He places his mug down, making his way to the front door, unlocking and swinging it open.
Jimin's eyes narrow as he locks eyes with the man on the door.
"Oh."
"Good morning Jimin."
"The fuck are you doing here?" The blonde blurts out, after all it was too early in the morning to smile back at the officer, who looked too jolly to be there.
"Would you not invite me in?"
Jimin's face remains the same, looking at him with familiar irritation, yet eventually he steps back, gesturing the other to enter tiredly.
The other was dressed similar to him, in a crisp shirt and dress-pants, shoes polished, hair gelled back so that it wasn't messy over his forehead.
"So, what was all that about? Yesterday?" Taehyung asks as he follows the other, lips pulling into a small smirk.
Jimin grimaces at the abrupt and rather bold question from the other.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He retorts plainly, leading the other to the living room where he had been sitting and gazing out with his coffee.
"You sure?" The cop sits down readily. "Or am I really that bad at reading signs?"
Jimin yet again dismisses the other's words, he lifts his mug up, taking another steamy sip.
"Coffee?" He asks, and the other tilts his head, laughing a little at the other's constant avoidance.
"I'm good." Taehyung affirmed. "Not gonna lie though, almost thought I'd finally caught your attention for good—"
Jimin clicks his tongue, annoyed, even though he knew the other's jabbering was understandable for the seduction he attempted yesterday.
"Three words." The blonde mutters boredly, preparing to lie effortlessly. "Breakup. Sexual frustration."
Silence grows as the cop lets those words sink in his head, and a gentle glow of happiness flashes through the other's face, as clear as ever even though the other tried to hide it.
"So you're single now?"
"Kim." Jimin moans in irritation. "Why're you here?"
"Well." The man stands up, walking over to the other, a few steps closer. "Protection."
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Dollmaker || Jikook
Fanfiction"Pretty little thing, let me open you up, see you, tear apart every inch of you till there's nothing left for me to consume but your soul, your body mine, our souls one, let me make you my doll." Excellent, cold, ruthless, Special Agent Park Jimin i...
