❝The tiger never digs a hole in the ground; he waits for the bunny to come up, and then he attacks. Do you understand?❞
Jeon Jungkook, a man most praised by angels, falls for a guy to get his heart stampede one more time.
Or, a criminal mastermind w...
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JUNGKOOK WAS DREAMING. He must be. He was back underneath that handsome, unclothed stranger who pumped inside Jungkook over and over again as the night trickled by, releasing gentle mewls from Jungkook, their skin slapping against each other and the sinful sound echoing off the unfamiliar walls of the Bar's room.
The blonde stranger, whose hair ended flat as a mullet on the feathery melanin skin marked by Jungkook with implanted lust, appeared godly as ever, his well-defined sun-baked body ethereal and unworldly for Jungkook's blurry, hooded eyes, who's pleasure felt more superior to the spasmodic throbs between his thighs.
He starts hearing his name, out of the blue, and his vision distorts; he sees a flat, verticle leather seat in front of him, to his side the clouds floating beside him, to the other, the reproachful grimace of Kim Jennie.
He's on an aeroplane.
Jungkook raises his head to simper at his petty partner, unjumbling the pieces and rewinding back to why the heck was he hundreds of feet above the ground. Flying back to Seoul, his face fell and he groans out loud, to interrogate boss.
Jungkook had been quite dejected since yesterday when he learned that his boss's husband, Kim Namjoon, was suspected of criminal activities occurring in Daegu. Yet he knew, to his critical thinking ability, that even though Kim Seokjin was a man with strong virtue and the kindest soul, he appears quite hard to get to when need be.
That is, querying Seokjin hyung was going to be a pain in the ass.
A twisted smile wrings on Jennie's plush lips, her perfume making Jungkook light-headed. "Don't look so happy, Jungkook," she remarks sarcastically, now pointing at the paper tucked in the opposite seat's pocket, "You might as well go through your questions again, if you're feeling slightly nervous, by any chance."
He wanted to punch her pretty face.
Yet he resisted, knowing that it would cause mayhem in the plane, most certainly his currently well-respected carrier, too. He lets go, turning his head away from Jennie's growing toothy grin, his own lips a straight line of intense sternness while he stares at the endless fluffs of white next to him, praying everything ends well of every outcome he would be taking in the near future.
Ah, Jungkook mentally whines, if only Jimin didn't have to stay back to keep a lookout for Kim Namjoon. At least, then he wouldn't have to tolerate Jennie alone.
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The FIA building stands erect thirty floors tall, glass windows glistening in the setting sun, orange flares reflecting off to the sky whilst the traffic thinned, Agent Jungkook and Seargent Kim Jennie marching importantly up the elevator and through the illuminated hallways to the awaiting room at the end of a random corridor, outside which stood Yoongi, frowning and clad in a well-fitting tie and suit coat.
