(Completed) Officer/Yoonmin

08

"Jimin!!" Taehyung was running after my hurried state. It was currently 6:56 pm. and I was running late.

Not wanting to talk to Taehyung, I sped up, but he grabbed my forearm; stoping me in my tracks.

I check my watch and Taehyung catches my action.
6:57 pm.
"Got somewhere to be?" He asks
I groaned. "Yes. Now let me go because I'm running late!"

"Wait! It'll be quick I swear!!" He says.
"You have one minute."
"Ok ok so, about yesterday I'm sorry. I advanced myself onto you without your consent, and you clearly weren't interested. I'm sorry, I really am. I won't bother you anymore if you want that."

"Twenty seconds."
"Ok ok!! I won't advance on you again, and it'll only be a colleague relationship!!"

"Times up." I say, and turn to walk away but I stop, turning to him.

"I forgive you. But that doesn't mean that we're friends, ok?"
Taehyung smiles his wide boxy smile, making my mouth twitch too.

Such a shame I didn't like him back, because he was beautiful inside and out.
I smile back at him, not being able to help myself.

Taehyung's eyes widen in suprise. I realize what I've done and I run away towards my  destination, leaving Taehyung there to think about how he would get over his erratic feelings for the man.

•••

I run all the way to the alleyway. I reach out for a wall, out of breath. But instead, my hands grabs onto something squeezable and muscular.

I look up and see Yoongi glowering down at me with a grim look.
Before I know it I'm being pushed into the wall, the soft yet harsh thick bricks pricking at my skin.

"You're late!" He growls, making my eyes widen.
I realize that the time was 7:01. And from all the time that I've analyzed Yoongi, I realize that he hates someone being even a minute late.
"Uh well I-"

Yoongi presses his lips onto mine to shut me up. I shut down, not being able to move my lips back, or being able to move my body all together. What the hell?!

He breaks away, and smirks at me.
I couldn't even open my mouth, all I do is stare at him in complete shock. Maybe I should reconsider helping him.

"Time for us to go to your favorite restaurant." He says, and walks away, not explaining to me why that had to be the way to shut me up. I grit my teeth, not wanting this to discourage me from helping him.

I quickly follow after him, and I asked the question that worriedme the most.
"Won't people recognize you?" I ask, not even making him stop.

"No. What you most likely described to the police about me doesn't exsist in the records of Min Yoongi." He says, making me nod my head.

"Alright, instead of you leading the way, shouldn't I?" I ask. He stops, and turns to me. "But I know where your favorite restaurant is?" He says, making me look at him in confusion.

"But I never told you?"
"Yeah, but I can guess."
"Well then where?"
"Olive Garden."
"I-"
I stop.
He really did just guess it.
He smirks.
"I'm right aren't I?"
I groan and shove him away from me, continuing to walk to the place.

He laughs behind me, making a genuine smile come across my face as I hear his airy laugh, making him seem childlike.

I then realize something, and pull out a black mask, disguising the bottom half of my face.
"What're you doing?" He says, questioning me.

"There may be other officers there, and they may recognize me." I say and he nods in understanding.

I then arrive, and we take a table at the back of the restaurant, secluded from others who took the front.

"Wow." Is all Yoongi said. He looked around the establishment in astonishment.
"Never been here?" I ask.
"Never been anywhere fancy." He says.

I look his way sadly.
He must've been poor. He doesn't even go to Olive Garden, which isn't even considered fancy. The service is terrible.

Yoongi still has those sparkles in his eyes, making me smile again, just by seeing the wonder on his face.

We order and I look outside, seeing how the sky was slowly starting to get darker.
"So, why did you take me out?" Yoongi asks, making me look at him confused.
"You don't remember?" I ask, referring to the note.

"Remember What?" He asks, also confused.
Oh that's right, he has DID, but why did he write down his name if that wasn't him?
I think to myself.

"Oh it's nothing, but I took you out so that I can help you." He looks at me suspiciously, but goes along.

"Help me with what though?" He said, asking the bingo question.
I grab his hand.
"With your killing problem." I whisper.

•••

Why do you think he put his own name down if that wasn't him?

Lynn~~