Speeding Into Trouble || Taekook

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Jeongguk's voice echoed through the station, rage twisting his features. "I didn't do shit! If I did, I'd fucking own it, and you know it!" His fists slammed onto the desk in front of him, and his friends sat tensely around the room, trying to figure out what the hell they could do.

The officer in charge Joshua, standing calmly behind the desk, raised his hand, trying to keep the situation under control. "Mr. Jeon, please don't shout in the station. Let's have a civil conversation about-"

But Jeongguk wasn't having any of it. His patience was razor-thin, and the look on his face was murderous. "Civil conversation?!" He barked out a humorless laugh.

"I've got a fiancé waiting for me at the fucking altar, and you want me to talk? You've got to be shitting me!"

Yoongi, sitting beside Jeongguk, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Jeongguk, listen to the officer first, okay? Losing your shit isn't helping."

Jeongguk exhaled sharply, grinding his teeth. "Fine, whatever. Let's get this over with. Tell me what the fuck happened."

The officer straightened, glancing through the papers in front of him before locking eyes with Jeongguk. "We've been informed you were involved in an illegal bike race."

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, slumping back in the chair. "No shit. Yeah, I raced. Who doesn't know that?"

The officer's eyes narrowed slightly. "This time, it's more than just racing. Kang lost to you that night, and after some kind of altercation, you beat him to death."

The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Jeongguk's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Bullshit!" he shouted, his voice cracking through the room

"Yeah, he lost the race. But do you know why we fought?!" He pointed at the officer, practically shaking with fury. "That bastard tried to rape my fucking boyfriend! So yeah, I punched the shit out of him!"

The officer raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanor unwavering. "You beat him to death."

Jeongguk growled low in his throat. "No. I hit him. Ten, twenty times, tops. But he was fucking alive when I left. I would've killed him if I wanted to, and I didn't. You know that."

The officer's voice hardened. "Jeongguk, we've let a lot of things slide over the years-illegal races, drugs, weapons, brawls-but this is fucking murder. I can't just let you walk out of here."

Jeongguk scratched at his hair in frustration, pacing furiously. "I didn't kill him! For fuck's sake, I'm telling you, he wasn't fucking dead!"

The officer slammed his hand on the desk. "But he died in the hospital, Jeongguk! That's murder in my book!"

Namjoon stood abruptly, tension sharp in his eyes. "That's not possible," he snapped. "There's no way. He can't die."

Yoongi leaned forward, voice like a blade. "No fucking way. We took him to the hospital ourselves."

The officer narrowed his gaze, suspicion flickering across his features. "What do you mean?"

Namjoon shoved his hands onto the desk, frustration pulsing in his words. "Yoongi and I were the ones who dragged Kang to the hospital that night. We stayed until the doctor confirmed he was stable—out of danger. He was breathing, conscious, pissed off even."

The officer looked taken aback. His pen stilled over the report sheet. "But according to our records, Kang died at the hospital."

The words hit the room like a loaded gun.

Before Jeongguk could erupt again, the heavy door creaked open and another officer stepped in—tall, broad-shouldered, sharp in uniform. His eyes locked instantly on Namjoon.