afraid| BTS fanfic

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Okay so I was thinking of discontinuing this story because I didn't really like the idea of it anymore, BUT I decided it isn't going to be a 'taekook' story where  they're in a relationship and stuff but just a normal friendship story! Sorry I suck at romance.
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The police car rolled up into the station parking lot. The police officers pulled Jungkook and I out of the car and into the building.

One other officer came over to the one that had handcuffed me and whispered something in his ear. He nodded then took the handcuffs off of Jungkook.

"Am I going to jail"?! Jungkook trembled in fear.

"Just relax and go sit over on that chair over there. Do not move from that spot". The officer commanded. Jungkook just nodded and sat down onto the chair.

"Bring that one to the interrogation room". He pointed at me. The other cop nodded and grabbed me by the shoulders and walked me into a small dark room with a table with a laptop on top, two chairs and a light.

"Sit". He demanded.

"It's kinda hard when I'm wearing handcuffs". I retorted.

The officer sighed and took out a key from his pocket and unlocked my handcuffs and threw them onto the table. I pulled out the chair and sat down.

The officer typed a few things into the laptop.

"Name"?

"Kim Taehyung".

"Age"?

"Twenty one".

"Parents"?

I hesitated before answering.

"They.. don't exist".

The officer typed away into the computer. Flashbacks filled my mind, running from the cops with my gang, my sister.

My sister. I worry about how she's doing sometimes, in..that place. I want to get her out of there. Someday.

Memories filled my mind, with the rest of Bangtan. They aren't just my gang mates. They are the family I never had.
Besides killing and stealing, we did have normal hobbies. I would never forget that time where we were doing dares and J-hope ate one hundred twinkies in less than fifteen minutes and threw up on Yoongi.

"Taehyung". The officer interrupted my day dream.

I looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm pretty sure you know why you're here".

I didn't answer him just looked down. Yeah no shit I know why I'm here I kill people for a living. Not just anyone though. I kill people that don't deserve to be alive. I should be praised not punished.

The cop motioned me to stand up.

"Let's go".

"Wait". He stopped and looked at me.

"Let me just make one phone call".