𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 ✦ jikook

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"Caught you, little naughty boy..."

Jimin swears that he can be aroused just by hearing this voice, sonorous and seducing...

Seriously ChimChim... ESCAPE THIS CRAZY MAN!! You have tons of boys following you so why give a damn about him!? He shudders at the sudden thought he had towards someone he has never met before.

Gaining back his consciousness and trying not to be affected by the cop's sonorous tone, he struggles vainly and pants after every time he failed. Jimin hisses at the pain when he feels the grip of the stranger tightens. After a while of pointless struggling, he realizes he has zero chance to make a quick exit so Jimin decides to give himself in and let the stranger do what he wants, based on the deep voice the lad possesses.

Jungkook tries to think of a reason why he treated the unknown criminal in a way that he had never treated before...

Usually, he would push the culprit harshly on the wall, cuffed them and hardly utter a word afterwards. The only time he remembered talking with a criminal was when he had to interrogate a man that was loquacious and he had to stick with him for more than four hours of nodding repeatedly out of sleepiness due to the criminal blabbered mainly about his life more than the sin he committed...

However, Jungkook feels like this is one taut issue and he needs to feel like he used to feel. He must not let his heart weaken in front of him - the one that committed this unforgivable sin but his actions say otherwise. Not only did he cuff this drug trafficker from behind without pushing him on the wall but he also did some sweet talk which makes him cringe come to think of it. It was also the time he realized that he had stood so close to a criminal that his mild fragrance of strawberry shampoo wafted across his nose and he inhaled deeply like a drug. Specially, never had Jungkook smiled or smirked when he was catching a criminal. A death stare and a callous expression were always a perfect mask for acting the police role. But back then, he was smiling at the noticeable height difference between him and the criminal while he had his body leaned against his clothed chest and he's smiling again, showing his white bunny teeth, when he sees the figure slowly giving into him.

Hence, Jungkook decides to live with that bittersweet feeling for only this time. It'll die away when he reaches the Agency, hopefully.

"Tired now?" Jungkook's soft voice whispers into Jimin's ear as Jimin inches his head away and avoids the addictive sensation of the voice melting down his skin.

"Why don't we continue this at the Agency..?"

"HEY! LEMME OUT!!" Jimin shouts after being thrown in a mini enclosure forcefully by a male having his hair a bright shade of mint but the male only hums mockingly and walks away as a very "decent" respond. 

Jimin ruffles his hair confusingly and then decides to walk around the place behind metal bars to absorb the enclosure for planning an escape, which is nothing much but a small room with torn walls being coated with a thin layer of ivory-white paint. Small cracks worm up from the corner of the room, only visible if he squints his eyes and acceptably but abnormally clean for a prison. Not odious and covered with moss according to his expectations. He huffs out a small breath and climbs on the sill, where the smaller bars are planted. Sitting comfortably even though the sill doesn't seem like an ideal place for it, Jimin pokes out and dangles his legs freely and use his small chubby hands to clutch on a bar for balance. He then hugs the bar and peaks out of the cell, seeing the cop that arrested him in the alleyway. Come to think of it, Jimin lightly blushes when he remembers that he manhandled him all the way to the station while he struggled on his shoulder. He knows that he isn't light so he can conclude that this cop has an admirable physical strength and since he also has nothing else to do except waiting to be released after an interrogation or worst, he quietly sat and observed the cop and everyone on the floor before detailing his escape plan.

The mint-haired one that threw him in here like a potato sack is now talking with one of his colleagues just a few feet in front of him. He could make out something that relates to a cute cucumber and lame puns that the other colleague, with light and feathery blonde hair, laughs at them uncontrollably. However, from what Jimin observes, he notices subtle physical notes, winks and fond stares that help him immediately recognize later on that they are a flirty couple that don't give a damn about their surroundings.

The next one that he switches to since he grew bored and sometimes uncomfortable with their cheesy lines is the nerdy boy labelling the files onto the shelves behind his desk. He has brunette hair and glasses. He's now having his glasses on his head as he scans over documents in the file and put them on the top shelf. He seems like the bubbly, cheerful and worrying type, which Jimin notices when the young cop after manhandling him being pooled down with hundreds of questions coming from that glasses boy. Just then he grips his bar and straightens his back to get a better view of what's happening there after he saw the boy beckoned the young cop sitting and typing on the computer. Jimin sees him pace over and looks at the profile when the glasses boy shows him the yellow cover filled with papers and lightly furrows his eyebrows, knitting them together and tapping his chin thoughtfully. Jimin continue to stare at the cop intensely with bullet eyes and raises his eyebrows when he sees the the young cop laughs at the label-er and gives him a friendly pat on the back, lightly creasing the corner of his eyes and showing his cute bunny-like smile. Not long after the brunette hair starts to blush profusely and Jimin secretly admits that he too, feels dazzled by that cute and charming smile.

"Enjoy your time?" Jimin hears a voice and realizes it belongs to the young cop now slouching forward to get a better look of him.

Looking at the officer at such a near distance, he slowly scans the looks and features of the male and tries to memorize them by heart, maybe to find revenge on the right person after he's being released for treating him like nothing but a broken doll. Eyes that are big, deep and a color of damp pine barks. Jimin supposed that the male should be having tan, sun-kissed skin but he has the skin looks as smooth and white as snow which is quite scarce for a male and one or two moles that were planted on his neck, only visible when they're close up. Full pink lips that hide his cute bunny smile. Looking down further, he notices a few veins that trails sexily and seductively down his neck and arm, which he shows them when he rolls up his sleeves. Muscles and biceps taut through the surface of his plain white shirt and tight black jeans that wrap his thighs and long legs perfectly. On one of his ears are a few small piercings and a thin silver-plated ring is on his middle finger, resembling the teenage recklessness that roars inside the cover that embodies rules and justice.

"Hey, I asked you a question." The cop waves his hand in front of Jimin, signaling it's time to come back to his senses. Jimin rolls his eyes and spats.

"Are you blind or what?" 

"At least because of your unforgiving bewitching beauty." The officer smirks while he flattens the creases on his shirt. A gold badge on his shirt that reads officer Jeon, which Jimin notices up close. He then leans in until the only barricade between them were rusty metal bars. "You should be thankful for having me to talk to you like this..."

"I will be in the grateful and thankful heavens if a fucker like you just release me or just mind your own business in the first place."

"So much for showing respect, prostitute." Jimin frowns and widens his eyes when he heard what the cop had called him. He will never be a prostitute for all his life whether it's for gold since prostitution captures innocent souls and cages them for eternity. Once you sink yourself in, there's no turning back and there's no escape. Moreover, Jimin cares about his self-respect. He wouldn't want to waste his first time as a one night stand, he wouldn't want to wake up in a hotel room filled with sex odor, facing him is a meaningless space and he wouldn't want the feeling of a slave eating him up. People claimed that slavery has died but he knows by heart that it still exists. Slavery is still alive and well throughout the times but now it's applied to men and women and it's called prostitution.

Jimin is ready to throw a fist at him but he decides to remain calm when he suddenly comes up a marvelous escape plan. He can finally escape this hell hole and resumes his life with Hoseok. He looks at the cop walking off proudly from the corner of his eyes towards who he assumes as the chief, judging from his formal police attire and gold badge. Jimin smirks mischievously and plops himself off the sill down the small blanket and pillow laid messily on the hard floor that is freezing under Jimin's heat.

"Don't underestimate me, officer Jeon."