Jungkook, a police valedictorian, the well-known "ace of detective aces"
Jimin, a favored dancer in Devil's Curse Club, also works as an illegal drug trafficking planner
What will happen if they were to meet and had no other choice but to work toget...
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A loud crashing sound echoes in the old room. And a broken phone.
Jimin smirks at Daehyun, now an angry and frustrated mess as he paces furiously across the abandoned room of the tower. He can hear sounds of gunshots and fighting animatedly from downstairs, to which he feels as if in just moments he would be free. He suddenly emits a chuckle, throat dry from being kept hostage for too long as he looks up at a frenzied Daehyun with sunken yet emotionless eyes.
"Hear that, old fuck?" Jimin says, ignoring the pain stinging in his jaws as the jiggly feeling of reuniting is making him nauseous. "Maybe your rotten brain thinks that he'll obey all matters but he still takes the upper hand anyways."
A bruise on his cheekbones, blood trickling down the corner of his lips while his hair is ruffled, pointing in all corners as he twitches his hands from the rough sensation of the rope. He lightly thrashes himself off Daehyun's two bodyguards as they were seizing his shoulders the whole time. "You won't stand a chance against my boyfriend."
Daehyun looks at Jimin at the corner of his eyes when he halts himself from the panic seconds ago. He cracks a wicked grin, from ear to ear that reminds Jimin of the terrifying clowns in American horror stories that his friends once told him. He flicks his fingers and before Jimin can resist or fight back, a kick is planted into his abdomen, so painful that he yelps loudly with his heads down and stars start to blur his vision.
"Don't forget you're still in my hands baby." Daehyun grabs a fistful of Jimin's pink, sweat-matted hair and holds Jimin's head up as the younger is at a lost of words, too drowned in the unpleasant sensation that he can't say anything. He then gives Jimin a lick on the corner of his lips, washing off Jimin's blood as the metallic taste triggers his senses. "He won't be here for long."
Jimin snaps out of his trance and surprisedly looks at Daehyun as his bodyguards pull him up, intentionally hitting the bruised parts of his body from the beating beforehand. He yelps out in pain as Daehyun gives him a smirk and goes upstairs. His bodyguards, like watchdogs, follow him obediently while roughly dragging the pink-haired boy, not minding the desperate calls of help he's shouting. Once they've reached the top floor, Daehyun's men sit him roughly on an old chair as Jimin continues to thrash wildly with all the strength he got but is soon bring to his knees by the older giving him another punch, square in the face.
"My my, you're not so good at handling pain, are you?" Daehyun purrs as he puts a leg between the younger's thighs and caresses the bruises on his face softly, Jimin is such a work of art. Even the blacks and blues look so good on him. "I'm going to handle you as gently as possible..."
Helplessly shivers, Jimin just closes his eyes in defeat and lets the older do whatever he wants.
Jungkook looks at the limp body. The fluid slowly oozes out of the hole on the back of the guard's head.
