bts scenarios ;

📖 jhs ~ interrogation

[A/N: this is kind of a smut but not in the nice way, if you have nice smuts that is. It includes kidnapping and if anyone tries to romantisize it I will delete the comment, report the comment, block the person or even just delete this part. You have been warned.]

Such a fucking idiot. She never knew what she was doing. She would come into the our police station, drunk, and unable to comprehend what had happened. She might as well have killed someone, because she would be distraught at even just shouting at people. I was tired.

Off duty, I was just casually strolling the town, when I saw her. I've gotta admit, she's hot. Always in those dresses that don't leave much to the imagination, I couldn't NOT have the desire to feel her. But the simple things as well... The way strands of hair would fall in front of her eyes when she passed out, the way her head drooped when she was asleep in a cell... Wow.

She strutted towards me, her face appearing confident but her sluggish legs showing the intoxicated state I knew. I would do it tonight. She smiled at my familiar face.
"P.C Jung! What's up motherfucker!" She shouted loudly. Didn't know I was gonna have to call you mother. I watched her stumble in front of me, unaware of my intent. She tripped slightly, and I caught her.

"Come on Y/N, let's get you somewhere that restricts your movements a bit more..." I whispered into her ear, hoping she wouldn't feel the part of me pushing against the front of her skirt. I took her hand and led her towards my non-work car (taking her away in a police car would be slightly suspicious). She sat down laughing her head off, and I shut the door.
"Say goodbye to the moonlight Y/N." I said calmly as I entered the driver's seat. She laughed contently, unaware that I was about to make her never feel drunk on alcohol again.

{Your POV}
I woke up to a dark room with a hanging light, similar to those in movies where you're about to get tortured. I always assumed the worst, so I rethought all the situations that I could be in. Unfortunately, being kidnapped was the main and most probable situation. As someone with generalised anxiety about getting kidnapped, it didn't exactly leave me off very well.

After crying for about half an hour, a door opens from afar, I can only see a figure and then a face from a metre away. Holy shit he's handsome. Why is he in a police uniform though? Is he going to... punish me? No, no, no. I snap my head back to reality and realise that he's holding a drill.

"Hello, beautiful Y/N. Enjoy your sleep?" The mysterious man said. I couldn't place a name with his face at all, but I knew the face. From somewhere. Then it clicked.
"P.C Jung? Why am I here?" I asked. A cruel smirk curled up his face, and he responded.
"You were so drunk earlier. Causing trouble. I could've arrested you for the 3rd time this week, but no..." He moaned the no, making my ears prick up in curiosity. "Can I ask you a question?" He said. I replied with a simple sure.

"Do you remember last night? Only... You looked like you didn't recognise me when I walked in here. I arrest you every week. Then I take you home. Let you sleep. And yet... I feel like you don't exist somehow." He spoke softly to me, but a hint of sadness tinted his voice.
"I have never been arrested in my life! My record is completely clean. I get drunk every few months or so, I never go out. What has gotten into you?" I spoke truefully, but he looked at me like I was wrong.