The Police and Detective (TAEKOOK~VKOOK)

How Will This Work?

Hey my peeps, I have some bad news. Again. So on Wednesday the 13th I had another seizure during school hours. I had to be wheeled out of the school. I am okay but I did bite both sides of my tongue. But without further ado, here is the chapter. Enjoy.

~BeeBug~

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~~~Jungkook's POV~~~

"Hey, why don't we go out for lunch? We've been cooped up in here since this morning." Hobi asks.

"I guess we can. Where do you all wanna go?" Namjoon asks.

"Let's go to the pizza place down the street," Hobi says.

"I'm down. What about you Namjoon, Jungkook?" Yoongi asks us.

"I'm good. I'll stay here today." I say.

"You sure?" they ask.

"Positive. You all go on. I'll be here." I say.

They give me confused looks before leaving the station.

I sigh before getting up and walking toward the table with all the food. 

'I shouldn't have mentioned him...what was I thinking?' While I was lost in my thoughts, I didn't see a person standing next to me.

"Um, are you going to get food or?" I hear from beside me.

"Oh uh sorry. Here yo-" I start while looking up before my breath catches in my throat. The person standing there was the super attractive detective. He had food all over him and looked nervous.

"Sorry for disturbing you but we needed to talk about the case with you and they sent me up to while they finish up some work downstairs," he says.

"Uh, yeah sure. Are you uncomfortable? With all that food on your shirt?" I ask.

"Huh? Oh, yeah just a little but it's okay," he says.

"Follow me," I say while turning to the locker room.

He follows behind silently, kinda like a nervous kid. We walk to my locker and I open it up. Inside was my change of clothes, a hat, and other stuff. I pull out my extra shirt and hand it to him.

"Change into this, I don't think you wanna smell like food all day."

"I can't wear this. It wouldn't feel right for me to wear it when it's yours," he says while slowly shaking his head.

"It's alright, I did give you permission to wear it. Just go ahead. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on you if you keep wearing your shirt." I say with an amused smile.

He tentatively nods before turning around and taking his shirt off.

'He has really nice shoulders. I wonder what the front of him looks like. No, stop it. You're working with him on a case, that's it.' I think.

He finally turns around and is holding his clothes. 

"Alright, much better. Do you have a locker?" I ask.