Entitled - (in editing)

Pat Down ⚙️

A/N: if it you've been getting notifs that i've been updating this story, i haven't, i'm just fixing the chapter title's and the only way for me to publish said new title's is if i write something within the actual chapter. the only chapter that's been updated/fixed so far is the first chapter, "The Thing About Gangs" so yeah i'll be working through and hopefully finishing this story by i hope the end of the year.

"oh no. i did just realize that i made this a lot more fun for me though," he says with a smirk forming on his plump lips.

WHY? WHY OF ALL PEOPLE DOES THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME. ugh. i hate my life. he just had to wear that stupid thigh strap. (a/n that's what i'm calling it) at least he is wearing sweatpants.

i slowly bring my hands up to the waistband of his grey sweats. i wrap my hands around the elastic band. i bring them down a bit. i can see his calvin klein boxers waistband. i can feel his burning stare on the top of my head. i can also feel his smirk present on his lips.

i bring the down lower. oh my god this dude will never fail to surprise me. why does he have to have such thick thighs? (a/n yeah that's right. i made it bold and italic) i pull them down farther and farther until i can see the leather strap on his thick thigh. i slowly put my hands around his thigh, looking for the buckle so i can take it off.

when i find it. i unbuckle it and take the knife out of the side pocket on it.

"seriously dude, how many knives do you need?" i ask him. i pull his pants back up.

"one for every occasion of course," he says in a sarcastic voice.

"let's go." i push him out of the front door. we head to my car. i put him in the back.

"sick car." he says. i snicker. i start the car and head to the police station.

// magical time skip//

we make it to the station and i pull him out of the back of the car. i push him inside the station and head to the interrogation room.

i sit him down on the chair and then i sat down opposite from him. we were alone in a small room. the only thing separating us was a big metal table. i had to set him up to the lie detector.

i believe he has something to do with this case.

"what is your full name?" i ask.

"Jeon Jungkook," he says. i look and see that he is telling the truth.

"Age?"

"20," woah. jungkook is young.

"do you have any relation to the gang that killed this man?" i ask him, showing the picture of the guy who got killed.

"maybe," he says.

"i'll ask you again, do you have any relation with the gang that killed him?" i ask. more serious than before.

"what do i get if i answer?" he asks. smirking. man this dude loves to smirk.

"you get another question." i answered. sassiness evident in my voice.

"ooh feisty little kitten aren't you?" he responds. i almost, almost blush. but i hold it in.

"just answer the question," i said.

"fine. i'm involved in the gang. but, i did not kill him. and i don't know who killed him." he said. already answering my second question. i check the detector and it says he was telling the truth.

"do you know anyone who might? and where they might be?" i ask. curious.

"i might. and i will tell you, under one condition," he tells me.

"what is it?" i ask.

"you have to work with me on this case," he tells me. it seems he is serious.

"and why would i want to work with a criminal when i am a detective?" i ask him.

"because. i'm technically not a criminal. i haven't killed anybody. my gun is authorized and everything else i have done is completely legal." he says looking proud of himself.

"okay. i'll work with you. but you need to answer my questions." i say. it can't be that bad, right! nothing can go wrong.... right?

"okay. meet me tonight 12:00am," he tells me. why so late?

"where?" i ask.

"i'll text you. give me your number and i'll let you know."

"umm.. ok," i tell him. rip a piece of paper from my notepad and write my number.

i give it to him and then walk over to his side of the table. i get the keys and unlock his handcuffs.

he immediately stands up and pushes me against the wall of the interrogation room. he pushes his body against mine. he puts his knees in between my legs and rubs against my dick. i almost moan. he puts his mouth up next to my ear.

"see you tonight, baby boy." he says and bites my ear.

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end of chapter 3!! 775 words. left you with a cliff hangar there didn't i? 😏😏😏 i guess you will just have to find out in the next chapter. byeeee!!! edit: i eventually stop using lowercase letters.