#thiller

| Pairing: Off the wall! Micheal Jackson x Time Traveler fem!reader

| A/N: Hello y'all! This is genuinely my first time ever writing a fanfiction, so not too much on me, I'm still learning. I decided my first professional one is going to be about MJ because I've, no troll, been stuck in michosis since watching the film. I am open to any feedback, and if this something that y'all would like to continue to see, I'm open to creating a second or even third part. Also obviously, this is just something I made up. I do not claim to know any of the people stated in this story personally and it is all just fiction.

| Genres: Just Fluff

| Summary: The year is 1979, not that you find that out anytime soon, and you are thrown into an alternate timeline, where everyone is funky fresh and ready to party thanks to your not-so-nifty time travel abilities. As per usual, you are lost and sick of the whole ordeal, hoping to figure out where/when you landed in the space time continuum. Micheal at the time, a buzzingly fresh rebranded star, riding the high of his recent solo album release, is wandering the streets of the same neighborhood in search for fresh ideas. You two our bound to cross paths, and when you do, it's sure to be a night both of y'all will remember.

| Warnings: Reader is kind of a smart ass, cussing, some mental health themes (not explained in depth), Oh and you get spit on by Micheal's llama, Louis Lmao.

| WC: 3.0K~ (I got in the zone)

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Time travel was rough. Nothing like the pretty stuff people see in movies.

It has always been that way, and you fear it'll remain that way as long as you remain acquainted with it.

You could never remember when it first started....

One day it just happened, and it had been happening ever since.

This particular occasion was intense.

 Head aching like the beat of a thousand drums. Vision blurry and burned, as if you decided it’d be a good idea to take a dip into the dead sea. And a stomach that had twisted and turned scarier than any beast's you might walk into.

Yeah…this time was bad and you'd be lying if you said you weren't afraid of where it might take you.

When your vision began to focus again followed by the numerous other unsavory side effects that subsided, you found yourself thrown harshly against the ground. Limbs heavy and aching.

You pulled yourself up slowly and lethargically, as if gravity itself made it its own mission to keep you down.

 It wouldn't surprise you if there was any modicum of truth to that. You were a freak of nature and had been so for quite some time.

You came to terms with it, a while ago.

Leaning back against your palms, with your legs outstretched in front of you, you begin the age-old sequence of trying to figure out where the fuck you were.

Or rather When.

Maybe both, if you are being honest.

 You begin by noting the hard asphalt underneath your fingertips.

You were on some sort of road…Interesting.

Pieces of said road crumbled and are currently being toyed with under your weight.

Looking up, you are hit with a sort of suburban scenery. Most importantly, a painfully wealthy one. Homes grander than anything you've ever seen, let alone lived in. The extravagance of it all surprisingly reminds you of your own abode, as humble as it is.

Weird how you're beginning to miss the dingy apartment you could barely afford in college. While at the same time, not being able to tell whether the bitterness in your mouth was from envy or the blood that seeped into it while biting your cheek in awe.

Snapping yourself out of that daze, your eyes sweep the surrounding area, and you quickly decide that wherever you are, you’d rather not stay for long.

After all this seemed like a tight knit community, it would be bad if people started to notice you.

Or worse, ask questions.

That alone is enough encouragement to push yourself off of the ground and when you do, you are met with the sky. It is evening now, and a of gradient pink and orange decorate the world above as the sun sets.

Almost mesmerized, your gazing is abruptly interrupted by ambiguous noises in a bush near you. It confirms your belief that not staying on the road remains the best idea and you opt to traverse the surrounding area instead.

As you start your journey, you begin to play a familiar game with yourself, hoping it will distract you from the encroaching night.

Where or When in the world are we?

In a lot of weird ways, time travel was a packaged deal. Obviously, it could take you to any timeline, that one summer spent surviving the ice age, spoke for itself. But it also had a funny teleportation corollary.

Anywhere in the world at any time.

That was the name of the game and generally made said game pretty difficult to enjoy. It’s not like you're not used to it though, so looking for clues becomes second nature.

For instance,

The architecture around you is large but has some obvious Mexican influence.  You walk past a street sign saying to pick your dog’s poop in bold and It's in English.

Narrows that down to the US, pretty fast. Likely a state near South America, which probably leads you to anywhere between Texas and California and so on.

As you continue your detective work, the hum of night begins to dawn, and you still haven't figured out where you are exactly. Panic begins to seek in, but you try not to let it concern you and continue on. You begin to read street signs more intensely, listening into neighbors' yards more attentively, and secretly praying to the same higher power, preferably the one that gave you such a god forsaken gift, for any sign.

They’d owe you at least that much.

Your pity party had slowly come to a stop once you noticed the sparsity of stacked suburban houses, when continuing down the road. The trees began to thin out as well, exposing the sky, now dark, and large city below you.

This is when you realize the road and the community you had been aimlessly wandering was on a mountain.

You were starting to get sick of this game and nightfall was already here.

Tired and truth be told, scared you find a fenced off clearing near the edge of the elevation with a bench to rest. And as you sit, you can't help but wonder how things ended up like this?

No, you're not thinking about time travel.

You know well enough how that happened

You meant your life in general; you are sitting there staring at a view you barely recognize somewhere in space and time; and you can admit, in more than one way, you're lost.

 As you stare into the city, the bustling noise below sends you into a haze. Wanting to let the buzz of the city swallow you whole.

Your mind won't let you though, it's still playing the game and soon enough, you begin to notice something in the mountain range across from you.

 A speck of white is a sea of darkening brown, but from here even you can tell that the structure in question is a lot larger than the distance accounts for. A stark contrast to the smudge of brown the mountains possess…it encourages you to look closer.

 Standing up now, you are practically leaning over the railing. Squinting and jumping to get any glimpse of what may be on the other side.

It is not until your vision focuses and you can begin to read the lettering clearly, when you have finally figured out what state you are in.

"HOLLYWOOD"

California… of course that checks out!

You honestly don’t know why you're so excited. It's not like you found food or warm housing to crash at until this finally wears off. But you guess it's something; the last bit of encouragement you need to continue the journey down the road and hopefully to shelter.

You jolt up! convincing yourself that you are ready to take on the night, and likely a couple of other days.  Maybe a little too eagerly though, because the next thing you know, you're slamming into something broad.

 It happens hard, fast, and  it sort of feels like when a movable object meets an unstoppable force.

 And at that point you had no clue whether it was darkness arriving or the lack of food and sleep obscuring your clarity, but you sure you heard whatever you ran into squeal. 

Your hands immediately fly to your nose and your eyes squeeze shut before you begin to groan. A string of profanities leaving your lips.

“Fuck, shit. Shitttt” you grimace.

Honestly if the unstoppable force in question didn’t make any sound, you might’ve thought you ran into a wall instead of a man.

“Jeez, are you okay?? So sorry, so, so, so sorry truly. Let me help you up. Oh lord, is that blood???” 

Wincing away the sudden pain, you try pulling yourself together at least enough to shoo him off. After all it’s always best when in an episode to keep minimal contact with people in their correct time zone. However, despite your best efforts the guy just won’t let up. His hands are reaching toward you in polite and remorseful concern, and he won't stop spewing his regrets.

You begin to grow sick of hearing it, feeling guilty for such a short temperament, but knowing yourself, nonetheless.

 It has already been a long day. You just want to find a place to rest. 

“Oh gosh I am seriously such a clutz! I had been humming to myself earlier and, I guess I just got kind of lost in it. I should have seriously been paying better att-”

“It's fine” you interrupt, not being able to shake off the feeling that if you hadn’t, he'd go on for ages.

Your eyes are still knitted shut, but they have begun to recover from the encounter and when they had finally opened though you were face to face with some sort of zoo animal.

 If you had to guess it was either an alpaca? llama? You could never really tell the difference anyways.

Whatever it was though, in that very moment, it had scared the SHIT out of you.

The scream that erupted from your mouth soon after was evidence enough of it.

Definitely not your brightest Idea though, because you were met with some information, you never thought you’d have the "pleasure" of being personally reminded of. A book you had read a while ago about how these sorts of animals behave. Characteristically they were easily irritable, and when so, they’d spit. Finding that fact quirky and a little silly then, but not so much not now, landing you on the receiving end of said irritation.

Right in the eye too...again.

You hope when you can open them, you'll find yourself in your bed and this…some odd nightmare.

That hope however is quickly crushed when you still hear the stranger's voice, an overstimulating constant.

He is still apologizing, if anything more profusely now and you don’t know how he could possibly take responsibility over something like this.

 You're not sure if you even want to hear him try.

But of course, he tries regardless.  His remorse beginning to drown out into something incoherent, but at the same time laced with a bit of amusement.

You heard it in the way his breath shook from a sequestered chuckle before ultimately being overcome by his concern.

 For some reason you found it hard to stop yourself from laughing as well. You had no clue why; this wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time.

What you did know though, is that you needed to get this spit off your face asap. Jesus you were drowning in it.  The more you wiped the less progress you thought you had made.

And the stranger definitely noticed because the next thing you felt through whispered apologies were two large warm palms wipe down your face gently.

You don’t bother to protest; you're officially tired and helpless all at once.

There is a brief pause before the hands are on your face again, this time cupping your cheeks. He begins to use his thumb as a makeshift windshield wiper for your eyes.

Once he sees your face easy up from the tense expression you held from under his hands, he allows himself to laugh more openly and feels a suprising warmth when it's reciprocated from you.

At this point you can open your eyes, and when you do, you are met with a confusing sight.

Young male, maybe about your age. Caramel skin and a jerry curl you only ever heard elders rave about, when talking about the “good old days”. He was decently taller than you and lean. With a smile, that flashed so sweet towards you and eyes so soft with curiosity and something else you can’t quite place, it almost made you feel exposed.

You quickly look down, then to the left before you are met with his...pet.

You think you must have been just staring at it for a solid 15 seconds, because his grip on the leash tightens and he gently nudges the animal back towards him. 

“Oh uh... This is Louis. He’s a llama.” 

You just stare back at him.

You think your lack of response sparked his nerves because he quickly follows the statement with "Yes... a very sorry llama, isn’t that right Louis?"

The animal replies with a languid noise and with the way the man stares at you, you realized he probably wants you to say something. Anything.

So, you opt for the more lighthearted reply.

“Oh yeah, It's no problem really.” You say trying to wipe off any remnants of the saliva on your face, recalling the events that had transpired just moments ago.

 “It’s not every day you get to meet a llama, even if it's an agitated one” you joke.

 He cracks a smile at that.

The most genuine one you’ve seen in a while. You wouldn’t be opposed to getting a few more out of him before the interaction ends.

“Oh yeah? Well, you got any other exotic animals you plan on upsetting tonight or am I just lucky.” 

“Cool it. You're the one that bumped into me.” You half laughed. At this point, he pulls something out of his pocket, a small white cloth you think? Then he hands it over.

“Yeah... I guess Louis' owner has some apologies he needs to give too,” 

“Oh, I've heard enough of those from you” You jest as you take the handkerchief and do one last wipe over your face and neck before stuffing it in your back pocket.

"Were even” you say looking up at him.

He just stares back when your eyes meet, you take it as a sign that your interaction hand ended and turn swiftly on your heel to walk the other direction.

Then he calls out. “You from round here?”

 it stops you in your tracks. You then slowly pivot back towards him.

"Uhhh no, not exactly?” 

“Not exactly” he replies back daringly. It contrasts interestingly with his particularly soft voice.

“What’s it to you? You checking for me or something?” 

“Nah, just never seen you before.” You nod slowly at his response before replying back more hesitantly.

“I’m sort of lost...” 

You wince at your admission.

“Couldn’t tell”

That earns a genuine laugh out of you, but he doesn't let it sit in the air for long though before he's back to interrogating you. A little curiosity and mostly worry driving his intrigue.

“so, what kind of lost?? You got a car?” 

“Ahh... Not exactly.” you say as you rub the back of your neck. You're starting to sound like a broken record. You had never really spent this much time talking to someone in an alternate timeline. You were trying to keep it vague. 

“What ?! So you mean to tell me you walked all the way up here? The nearest bus stop is like 4 miles away!”

You are beginning to sweat now. You think with all the  times this has happened to you, you'd get better at lying about your situation.

 “I-Uh you see…It’s a long story”

He stops himself from pressing on once he takes a moment to fully look at you. I mean really looked at you. You had no shoes on, just white socks whose soles were darkening from walking on the street. You had shorts on; they sort of resembled boxers and a light, breathable sweater that fell just above the hem of said shorts.

He had never seen a woman wear things like that unless it was to bed,  but  the more he questioned your attire, the more worn they appeared to look.

Then he allowed himself to look at your face, and tiredness that had befallen it was hard to ignore.

Right then and there was when the concern flooded back in all at once.

“You got a place to stay tonight?” He questioned immediately, stopping your stammering in your tracks.

 You should probably say yes, send him on his way, but something about his eyes scream genuine.

You sigh before replying back “Not...exactly.”

He cracks a polite and sympathetic smile before turning and walking away.

“Okay then...Come with me.” 

“What?! Where are we going?” you scream in response, him already a couple feet in front of you. 

“To my house, I live not too far from here.” 

You can't help but scoff at his matter-factness. 

“Well, I could've guessed that!” you reply back “but like, h-how could you be sure that you can even trust me huh? I don’t even know what the date is?”

 You can tell he’s ignoring you with the way he keeps his back facing you, walking leisurely towards the direction you can only assume to be where he lives, and thus forcing you to aimlessly follow.

You speak up again.

 “I mean come on, we are practically strangers, you told me your llama's name before you told me yours."

This stops him dead in his tracts.

When he turns to face you, his expression is clouded with playful disbelief but the longer he stares at your puzzled reaction, the more surprised he becomes.  He turns swiftly back towards you before, making his way to you with a purpose. The man now stands only a few inches away, any closer and you think you’d be able to breathe in the air he exhaled. His hand extends in the space between you before he speaks.

“You’re right, how rude of me, I’m Micheal, Micheal Jackson.”

The realization hits you fast, and the world narrows around just as quickly.  You had been talking to THE Micheal Jackson the whole time. How could you not realize? Maybe something about seeing him so young must have completely thrown you off? Your mind is racing with what feels like a million thoughts a second and you're honestly staring up at him barely able to speak.

It is easy to see that you are star struck, but he chooses not to dwell on it. Micheal grabs your hand at your side and gives it a quick shake before releasing it, then he turns back around to continue walking. Meanwhile, you're practically stuck to the ground, not because you don’t want to follow.

You do! GOD you really do, but it’s all too much.

Perhaps he sensed your absence because he turned once more beckoning you to follow with his hands, effectively snapping you back to reality. Your legs move before you can think and you find yourself stumbling over shortly behind him. Your silent and still very much processing, when he then suddenly whips his head back towards you, causing you to jump.

Yandere Boss! That never thought he would get anywhere in life. Secretly the chaebol of the company's CEO and least favored son, he was always overlooked in life, reduced to get this job after his father tried to push him out

Yandere Boss! First saw you as competition, a headstrong, qualified woman who didn't take just any sort of treatment with quick wit and an even quicker tongue. It was intimidating, how you had climbed up from nothing to where you were now...and honestly he was starting to admire it a bit.

Yandere Boss! Thought you two were too different, too opposite, and could never get along

Yandere Boss! Who helps you pick up some paperwork before an important presentation you dropped, where you ultimately get the better promotion...yet, nobody had ever been so kind to you before. The gesture was rare in such a cut-throat industry, where you had become even sharper.

You wanted more of his kindness. Wanted to feel more. Wanted him.

Yandere Boss! His heart quickens when you're around, as if you're the very thing causing it to beat, and he's starting to think you are. It isn't out of fear or anger anymore...but something much stronger

Yandere Boss! Who finds himself laughing with you by the coffee maker, and stealing you cups after to keep for himself. If only he knew you were doing the same with his candy wrappers...

Yandere Boss! That never told anyone he secretly had dreamed of being a photographer, but his father forbid it...except he told you, of course. Now he can use those skills for the wall of photos he has hidden in his room, with the face of his muse - you

That's odd...you have the same kind of collection featuring him....

Maybe opposites do attract...or maybe they have a lot more in common than they think

Summary: You are an detective investigating a string of disappearing witnesses. Every clue leands to one Suspect: Jeon Jungkook.

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Crime Thriller | Enemies-To-Lovers

Warnings: Manipulation | Violence | Gun Use | Disappearance | Death Mentions | Dark Themes | Smut | Oral Sex | Choking

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It was past midnight when you arrived at the precinct. The hallway was in the dim glow of flicked. The air smelled faintly of coffee and rain-soaked coats.

Your footsteps echoed through the otherwise quiet station.

By your desk, your partner was already waiting, arms folded and an impatient look written across his face.

"There you are," He muttered, pushing himselves upright. "We've been expecting you."

Before you could ask another question, a sharp voice cut you.

"My office. Now." The captain stood in the doorway of his office, his usually composed demeanor replaced by unmistakable frustration. His tie hung slightly loose, dark circles framed his tired eyes, and a stack of case files was scattered across his desk behind him.

You set your bag down beside your desk, before you turning toward the captain's office.

Your partner stood beside you as you closed the office door behind you. The muffled sounds of the precinct faded slightly, leaving only the heavy silence inside the room.

"There’s another missing person," your captain said quietly.

Your eyebrows drew together. "That makes five now."

Your captain leaned back slightly, rubbing his chin. Both of his hands rested on the cluttered surface of his desk, surrounded by scattered files and half-empty coffee cups. Exhaustion was visible in his expression.

"I’ve already spoken with your partner," he said, his voice tense. "My bosses are putting more pressure on us. They want answers. We need to start making progress."

Your partner stepped forward and handed you the case file. "Five victims in the span of two weeks."

He opened the folder and began laying out the details. Photographs of the missing victims stared back at you from the pages.

"And there’s something else," your partner continued. His finger tapped against the pictures. "Every single one of them was seen with someone shortly before they disappeared."

He turned another page, revealing a photograph that immediately caught your attention.

A man, probably in his early thirties.

The first thing you noticed was his hair—a dark, layered mullet that framed his face. The longer strands at the back contrasted with the shorter, textured layers around his forehead. A few strands fell loosely over his eyes, adding to the mysterious aura captured in the photograph.

His dark eyes stared back from the image, calm and unreadable. His sharp jawline, defined features, and composed expression made him stand out immediately. A small lip piercing caught the light.

"This is Jeon Jungkook," your captain said, breaking the silence. You continued staring at the picture, studying every detail.

"He was seen with all of the victims."

"Okay, but what makes him a suspect?" Your eyes remained fixed on the photograph.

Something about him caught your attention. You couldn’t explain why, but you found yourself unable to look away. You studied every detail—the expression in his eyes, the calmness in his face, the way he seemed almost impossible to read. You tried to find something hidden behind the picture, some kind of clue that would reveal who he was.

"First of all, he was seen with every single victim," your captain said, his voice cutting through your thoughts. "Second... they all disappeared shortly after."

You slowly nodded, letting the information sink in.

Your partner spoke, closing the file halfway. "Our captain assigned us to this case."

You looked over at them, confusion crossing your face. Normally, you weren’t given cases of this scale. Missing persons cases connected to multiple victims were handled by more experienced detectives, not someone like you.

Your captain noticed your hesitation. "I want him arrest," he said firmly. "No more victims. Do you understand?"

The anger in his voice was impossible to miss. His frustration had been building for weeks, and now it was clear that he was desperate for answers.

"Handle this. And now get out."

You and your partner exchanged one last glance before turning toward the door. The weight of the case already felt heavier than anything you had handled before.

Just as your hand reached for the doorknob, your captain's voice stopped you. "He’s already in the interrogation room."

You froze. "Who, Captain?"

Your captain looked directly at you.

"Jungkook."

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You stood behind the one-way mirror of the interrogation room, your reflection faintly visible against the dark glass.

For a moment, you didn’t move.

On the other side of the room sat Jeon Jungkook.

He was completely still, almost unnervingly calm, his wrists secured with handcuffs against the metal table.

His posture was relaxed, his expression unreadable. He simply sat there, waiting.

You watched him longer than you intended to. Your eyes traced every small movement—the way he leaned back in his chair, the slight tilt of his head, the calmness in his gaze. There was something about him that unsettled you. It wasn’t just that he was connected to the disappearances.

You couldn’t stop staring.

Your fingers tightened slightly around the file in your hands, and you noticed the faint tremble running through them. You quickly tried to hide it, taking a slow breath.

You were an investigator. You had questioned suspects before. So why did this feel different?

After several minutes, you finally forced yourself to move. You pushed open the door to the interrogation room. The sound of your heels clicking against the floor, immediately broke the silence.

Jungkook’s attention shifted. His eyes lifted slowly toward you.

He looked at your face, studying you carefully. His dark eyes remained fixed on yours, as if he was trying to figure you out before you even said a word.

Then, a small smile appeared on his lips. Not a friendly one.

His gaze lingered for another moment before slowly moving downward, taking in your appearance from head to toe.

You stopped across from him, placing the file on the table. Neither of you spoke. The room felt smaller than it had a moment ago.

And somehow, you had the unsettling feeling that this interrogation was not going to be as simple as asking questions and getting answers.

You didn’t sit down.

Instead, you remained standing across from him, the file resting between your hands on the table.

Jungkook’s gaze never left you.

It was as if he was memorizing every detail about you—the way you stood, the slight tension in your shoulders, the way your fingers held onto the folder a little too tightly. His expression remained calm, almost amused, while you were painfully aware of how nervous you actually were.

Taking a quiet breath, you inhaled slowly and exhaled just as carefully, hoping he wouldn’t catch the small moment of hesitation.

You needed control.

After a few seconds, you finally spoke. "Mr. Jeon. It’s nice to see you."

The corner of his lips lifted slightly. He simply stared at you, that faint smirk remaining on his face.

"Where is your partner?" he asked. His eyebrow rose as he leaned back in his chair, completely relaxed despite the handcuffs around his wrists. "The one who was questioning me earlier."

You kept your expression neutral. "I’m here now," you replied. "So, we have a lot to discuss."

Jungkook gave a small shrug, looking almost bored. "I’m not talking to you." The bluntness of his response caught you off guard.

You tilted your head slightly. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." His eyes moved over your face again, studying your reaction. "You’re not the person I was expecting."

"And who were you expecting?"

"Someone who actually knows what they’re doing."

The comment was clearly meant to provoke you. You stared at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing your reaction. "I wouldn’t underestimate someone just because they’re not who you expected."

A quiet laugh escaped him. A mocking one. "That’s cute."

Your jaw tightened. "Cute?"

"Yeah." He leaned forward slightly, his expression still calm. "You walked in here trying to look confident, but you’re nervous."

Your eyes narrowed. "I’m not nervous."

"Sure." The way he said it made it sound like he didn’t believe a single word. "You’re holding that file like it’s the only thing keeping you steady."

Your grip immediately loosened.

A small smile appeared on his face when he noticed. He leaned back again, completely satisfied with himself. "You’re easy to read."

You placed the file down on the table. "Interesting. Because from where I’m standing, you’re the one sitting in an interrogation room with five missing person cases connected to your name."

The smirk returned. "Connected to my name?" His voice became colder. "Careful, detective."

The room suddenly felt quieter.

"Being curious is useful. Making assumptions gets people into trouble."

You held his gaze. "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"No." He looked almost amused. "It’s advice."

You stepped closer to the table. "I’m not here to play games, Mr. Jeon."

His eyes locked onto yours. "That’s exactly what everyone says before they start playing."

You let him talk. Every word, every pause, every little movement—you took it all in. You watched the way he leaned back when he wanted to appear untouchable, the way his expression changed only slightly when something caught his attention, the way he used confidence like a shield.

Every detail mattered. You knew within the first few seconds of meeting him that he was asshole.

The kind of person who enjoyed pushing buttons just to see how far he could go. He didn’t answer questions directly, he twisted words, and he constantly tried to shift the balance of power in the room.

He was also careful. Every reaction was controlled. Every expression seemed intentional. That made him more dangerous.

You had enough. You closed the file slowly and placed it back on the table.

Jungkook’s eyes followed your movements.

You stood there for another moment, gathering yourself. You could feel the nerves still lingering beneath the surface, but you refused to let them control you. You needed to take back the confidence he had been trying to strip away from you since the moment you entered.

So you straightened your posture. You took a slow breath. You walked closer to him. The change was subtle, but you noticed it immediately.

His shoulders became a little stiffer. His eyes sharpened. He was still trying to appear calm, but the shift in his body language told you everything.

He leaned back a little, watching you carefully. "Getting confident all of a sudden, detective?" he asked, his voice quieter than before.

You stopped just in front of the table, looking directly at him. "No. I’m just done letting you control this conversation."

For a moment, neither of you moved. The silence between you felt heavier than before. The way his confidence faltered for only a fraction of a second. Most people wouldn’t have caught it, but you had spent years learning how to read people. The smallest movements, the briefest reactions—those were often the moments when someone revealed more than they intended.

You allowed yourself a small, knowing smile. "I know men like you," you said calmly.

His eyes followed you as you slowly moved around the table.

"I’ve had enough of them sitting across from me to know exactly how they work." You didn’t rush. Every step was controlled, deliberate.

Jungkook’s eyes followed your movement, his expression unreadable. "You think you know me?" he asked.

You stopped beside him. "I was able to read you from a single photograph in the case file."

His eyebrow lifted slightly.

You placed one hand on the table beside him and leaned down just enough to meet his level.

"Confident." Your voice remained calm. "Someone who knows exactly how they come across. Someone who likes being in control. Someone who believes they’re always the smartest person in the room."

The smirk on his lips disappeared slightly.

"Someone who underestimates people because you assume they’re already beneath you."

For the first time, his body reacted before his expression could hide it. His shoulders tensed. His eyes locked onto yours.

And suddenly, the distance between you felt different. The amusement was gone from his gaze.

"You’re very confident for someone who walked in here nervous," he murmured.

"And you’re very calm for someone sitting in an interrogation room." A silence followed. Neither of you looked away.

The tension between you was almost tangible.

Then, slowly, the corner of his mouth lifted again. Not the same arrogant smile from before. "Maybe you’re not as predictable as I thought."

You straightened up, stepping back slightly. "Maybe you should stop assuming you know everything."

His eyes remained on you. And for the first time since the interrogation began, you had the feeling that you weren’t the only one trying to figure someone out.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

The silence stretched between you, filled with an unspoken tension neither of you seemed willing to break.

Then Jungkook leaned back in his chair, his expression slowly returning to the cold calmness he had worn before. "I’m done."

You watched him carefully. The wall going back up. The moment where he decided the conversation was over because he no longer wanted to give you anything else.

He was tense. So tense that even you could feel it. The way his jaw tightened slightly. The way his fingers shifted against the restraints. The way his eyes remained fixed on you.

"Okay." You picked up the file from the table. "But we’ll see each other again."

Jungkook’s eyes followed you. A faint curiosity crossed his face, but he said nothing.

"Sooner or later." For a brief moment, neither of you looked away.

Your heels echoed against the floor as you walked away. You didn’t look back. But you could still feel his eyes on you.

And somehow, you knew this wasn’t the last time you would stand across from Jeon Jungkook.

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Two weeks had passed since the interrogation. Two weeks since you had sat across from Jeon Jungkook.

Your captain had made his decision.

Until there was enough evidence to either clear him or bring him in, you were assigned to keep an eye on him. Make sure there were no more disappearances.

So that was what you did. You followed him.

You watched his routines, memorized his habits, and recorded every detail. Where he went, who he spoke to, how long he stayed in certain places.

You were a detective. You were trained for this. But with Jungkook, nothing ever felt simple.

That evening was no different. It was already late. 10:00 p.m.

Rain poured from the dark sky, soaking the streets and turning the pavement into a mirror of blurred city lights. The cold wind cut through your clothes, and despite your jacket, you were completely drenched. Your hair clung to your face, and water dripped from your sleeves.

You had been following him for hours.

Jungkook moved through the city without any obvious destination. He made a few stops, taking care of simple errands, nothing unusual. He bought a few things from a small supermarket, walked through quiet streets, and remained completely alone.

You stayed a safe distance behind him, keeping your pace steady.

When he finally stepped out of the supermarket, a plastic bag hanging from his hand, you watched carefully.

He looked around briefly before walking down the street.

Then he turned. Into a narrow side alley.

Your eyes narrowed slightly.

The alley was darker than the main road, the sound of the rain becoming louder as it hit the pavement between the buildings.

You hesitated for only a second. Then you followed.

You stepped into the alley a few moments later, keeping enough distance between you. The walls around you blocked most of the city noise, leaving only the sound of rain and your own footsteps.

And somewhere ahead, Jungkook was still walking.

You continued after him. Completely unaware that this time. You might not have been the one following.

The moment you turned into the side alley, your steps slowed. The alley was empty. Your eyes scanned the narrow path between the buildings, searching through the darkness and the heavy rain.

Jungkook was gone.

You let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through your soaked hair.

"Seriously?" You looked around again, trying to figure out where he could have disappeared to. There weren’t many exits. There was no way he could have vanished that quickly.

Before you could finish the thought, a hand grabbed you. In the next second, your back hit the cold concrete wall.

Your breath caught. A hand covered your mouth, preventing any sound from escaping.

"You’re way too loud for someone who’s supposed to be watching me."

Your eyes widened. Jungkook stood directly in front of you. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin despite the cold rain surrounding you. Water dripped from his hair, his expression calm and almost annoyingly composed.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You just stared at each other. His dark eyes studied yours, and you hated how easily he seemed to control the situation.

You pushed him away sharply. "Touch me again and I’ll shoot." Your hand had already moved toward your gun.

Jungkook only looked at you. Then he smiled. "Your captain made a terrible decision assigning you to me." A quiet, mocking laugh escaped him. "You really have no idea what you’re dealing with."

You ignored the comment, wiping rainwater from your face. "I don’t want anyone else to disappear."

Jungkook’s expression changed slightly. "You still believe it was me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Everything leads back to you. You were seen with every victim. Every disappearance happened after someone saw you with them."

Jungkook stared at you for a moment. Then he shook his head. "You’re not looking at everything."

Your eyebrows pulled together. "What does that mean?"

He stepped slightly closer, his expression becoming more serious. "It means you need to start thinking deeper."

Before you could respond, he lifted his hand. For a second, you thought he was going to touch you again. "You’re smart." His voice was quieter now. "But you’re missing something."

You stared at him, confused and irritated. "I’m not."

A faint smirk appeared on his lips. "Yes, you are."

He lowered his hand. "I’m not the person you think I am. And you would know that if you actually looked at every single detail."

You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could say anything, he had already stepped back.

"Jungkook—" But he was gone.

You turned quickly, looking down the alley. Your breathing slowed as you stood there, staring into the darkness.

For the first time in two weeks, you wondered if you had been looking at the wrong person all along.

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The rest of the night disappeared into paperwork.

You and your partner stayed at the precinct long after everyone else had gone home. The building was almost completely silent now, except for the quiet hum of the lights above you and the occasional sound of rain hitting the windows.

Files were scattered across the desk.

Your partner leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face before running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"This is hopeless." His voice was tired. "We’ve been going through this for hours, and we’re still exactly where we started."

You barely looked up. "No." Your eyes remained fixed on the documents in front of you. "We’re going to catch him."

You turned another page. "There has to be something here. Something we missed. Something that leads us forward." Your eyebrows were drawn together as you studied the files again.

But the harder you looked, the less sense everything made.

The evidence pointed toward Jungkook.

His words kept replaying in your head.

*You’re not looking at everything.*

*Start thinking deeper.*

*You would know that if you actually saw every detail.*

You hated that those words bothered you. You hated even more that a part of you believed him.

Your partner stood up, grabbing his jacket. "Hey."

You didn’t respond.

"I have to leave."

You flipped through another document.

"Are you going to be okay?"

You barely registered his question. You simply nodded. "Yeah."

He watched you for a moment, realizing you weren’t really listening.

A few seconds later, the sound of the office door closing told you he was gone.

You stared at the files in front of you. "What am I supposed to be looking for?" The words left your mouth as a quiet whisper.

The incident with Jungkook wouldn’t leave your mind. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw him standing in that alley. The way he looked at you. The way he spoke.

You leaned back in your chair, pressing your fingers against your temples. Your head was starting to hurt from overthinking.

"You know what?" You pushed the files away. "Screw this."

You stood up abruptly. The answer wasn’t sitting on the desk. It wasn’t hidden in another report.

If Jungkook knew something, then he was going to tell you.

You grabbed your jacket and reached for your keys. You weren’t going to wait until another person disappeared. You weren’t going to keep chasing clues that led nowhere.

You were going to find him. .

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It took you almost two hours to find him.

You checked the places you had seen him before, followed every possible lead, and nearly convinced yourself that he had disappeared.

But you found him. Standing on the rooftop of an old building. The city stretched out beneath him, covered in darkness and rain-soaked lights. The wind was cold, cutting through your jacket as you stepped onto the rooftop.

Jungkook stood near the edge, leaning slightly against the railing. A cigarette rested between his fingers, the smoke disappearing into the night air.

"I thought I would get a break from you tonight."

Your eyes narrowed. He knew you were there. He hadn’t even turned around.

"You knew I was here?"

A quiet laugh escaped him. "You’re not exactly subtle."

You ignored the comment and walked closer. "Okay, listen." Your voice was calmer than you felt. "I don’t want to fight." You stopped a few steps away from him. "You don’t like me, and I don’t exactly like you either."

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"But if you have information, then tell me."

For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind.

Then he finally turned around. A grin played on his face. "Who said I don’t like you?"

The words caught you off guard. Your heart reacted before your mind could stop it.

He only had to look at you like that, and suddenly you felt yourself becoming nervous.

You immediately looked away. "Don’t do that."

His eyebrow lifted. "Do what?"

"That." You gestured vaguely toward him.

"Just tell me what you know."

"It’s your case." He took another drag from his cigarette. "Figure it out yourself."

Your frustration boiled over. "I’m trying to figure this out, but I’m getting nowhere."

You stepped closer. "No matter what I do, I can’t see the details.

Jungkook stepped closer until he was standing directly in front of you. His arms crossed over his chest, towering you. You were forced to look up.

He leaned down slightly. Close enough that you could feel his presence, the warmth of him against the cold night air.

You didn’t move away. You should have. You knew you should have. Your body refused to react the way your mind wanted it to.

His voice lowered near your ear. "It’s simple."

"Think." His hand lifted. He gently brushed a loose strand of wet hair away from your face.

The contact lasted only a moment, he stepped back.

You clenched your jaw, trying to push the feeling away.

Jungkook looked at you for a moment before turning toward the rooftop door. "Come with me."

You frowned. "Where?"

He opened the door leading to the stairwell.

"I’ll show you that you are searcing for someone else." He glanced back at you. "Maybe then you’ll finally understand."

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After what felt like an endless journey through the city, you and Jungkook finally arrived.

An abandoned warehouse stood at the edge of the industrial district, hidden away from the main streets. The building looked forgotten, its broken windows covered in dust, the walls marked by years of neglect.

You looked at him, confused. "This is where you brought me?"

Jungkook didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he glanced toward the building, his expression becoming more serious. "Try to be quiet." Then he looked back at you with a small smile.

You narrowed your eyes. "Shut up."

Before you could say anything else, his hand gently touched your back, guiding you forward. A shiver ran through you, and you immediately hated that you noticed.

You forced yourself to focus.

You followed him deeper into the warehouse. The further you went, the more the atmosphere changed. The air smelled old and heavy. The distant sound of voices echoed through the empty halls.

Jungkook slowed down. He stopped at the entrance of a large open hall and looked inside.

You followed his gaze.

Six men stood in the middle of the room.

Your eyes moved across the room, taking in every detail. Boxes were stacked along the walls. Vehicles were parked near the loading area. People moving in and out.

Jungkook noticed your reaction. Without saying a word, he lifted his index finger to his lips.

Stay quiet. You nodded slowly.

A criminal network responsible for transporting illegal substances across countries, moving drugs through hidden routes and connections all over the world. They had people everywhere—dealers, suppliers, and individuals willing to do anything for money and power.

Your heart started beating faster.

Was this the proof you had been searching for? Or was there something else you still didn’t understand?

You looked at him. For the first time, you didn’t see him as just a suspect.

Jungkook leaned slightly closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Now look carefully."

Your eyes stayed on the men in the warehouse.

A voice behind you. "Looks like you finally found the truth."

Your entire body froze. Slowly, you turned around. Your heart stopped.

Your partner stood there. The same person who had spent every day beside you. The same person who had sat with you through endless nights, looking through files and searching for answers.

There was no confusion in his expression.

"You..." Your voice barely came out.

He smiled slightly. "Yes."

A cold feeling settled in your chest. "You’re the one behind all of this.".

"I was wondering how long it would take you."

Your eyes shifted toward Jungkook.

Your partner followed your gaze. "Jeon Jungkook."

His expression darkened slightly. "I found his file long before you did."

You looked at your partner, confused. "His file?"

He stepped closer. "His criminal record. His past. The mistakes he made. He was exactly what I needed."

Your stomach tightened.

He looked toward Jungkook. "I offered him a position. Power. Money. Protection." His expression became colder. "But he refused."

Jungkook remained silent. His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t look away.

"So you framed him."

Your partner’s smile widened. "It was easy."

The words made your blood run cold.

"You already believed he was dangerous. His past made him the perfect target." He gestured toward the warehouse.

You stared at him in disbelief. "The missing people..."

"They weren’t victims because of Jungkook." His answer was immediate. "They were victims because they knew too much."

The rain outside grew louder.

"They saw things they shouldn’t have seen. They learned things about the organization." His eyes hardened. "They became a risk."

You felt your hands tighten into fists. "So you killed them."

Your partner didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The silence was enough.

Your eyes moved back to Jungkook. He had tried to tell you. Not directly. Because he knew you wouldn’t believe him. Your partner had made him the perfect suspect.

Your partner stepped closer. "You should have stopped searching."

A mixture of anger and betrayal burning inside you. "I should have searched harder.".

The only sound was the rain hitting the broken windows of the warehouse.

Your partner stood across from you, the gun in his hand steady, his expression almost calm.

After everything you had discovered, after every lie and every person he had taken away, he still looked at you like you were the one who had disappointed him.

"You really should have stopped digging," he said quietly.

Your grip tightened around your gun. "How many people had to disappear before you thought someone would notice?"

A flicker of annoyance crossed his face. "You still don’t understand."

"No." Your voice shook slightly—not from fear, but from anger. "I understand perfectly."

His jaw tightened. Then he lifted his gun. Everything happened in a heartbeat. A gunshot echoed through the warehouse. You barely had time to react.

Before you could even process what was happening, Jungkook grabbed your arm and pulled you behind him.

The sound of the bullet hitting the metal behind you made your heart stop.

"Jungkook..."

"Stay behind me."

"You’re unbelievable," you whispered.

He glanced back at you for only a second. "Yeah?"

Despite everything, despite the chaos around you, there was still that familiar look in his eyes. "Then listen to me for once."

Another shot rang out. Jungkook immediately turned his attention back toward the threat. His entire focus was on you.

Your partner watched the scene with a bitter expression.

"Why?" you asked quietly.

Jungkook looked at you. "What?"

Your voice became softer. "Why are you protecting me?"

For a moment, everything else disappeared. His eyes met yours. "Because you were the only person who actually tried to find the truth.

Then your partner interrupted. "How touching." His voice dripped with disgust. "But it won’t save either of you." He raised his gun again.

You stepped beside Jungkook. He immediately looked at you, surprised. "What are you doing?"

You didn’t look away from your partner. "My job."

The sound of gunfire ripped through the darkness, echoing between the concrete walls. Alarms were blaring somewhere in the distance, but they were still too far away.

"Run!" Jungkook grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him.

You ran through the narrow corridors of the abandoned building, your footsteps mixing with the chaos behind you. The men from the organization were closing in, their voices getting louder with every second.

Your partner’s voice was among them. "Find them!" The order echoed through the warehouse.

A gunshot exploded. You flinched as a bullet struck the wall beside you, sending pieces of concrete crashing onto the floor.

Jungkook immediately turned toward you. "Are you hurt?"

"No."

Then another shot forced you both back into reality. Jungkook grabbed your hand. The simple gesture caught you off guard. His fingers tightened around yours as he pulled you behind him.

"Stay close."

You wanted to tell him you didn’t need protection. You wanted to tell him you could handle yourself.

But somehow you trusted him. And that realization scared you more than the gunshots.

You followed him through another hallway until he suddenly stopped. An old storage room. Jungkook opened it quickly and pulled you inside before closing it silently behind you.

The space was small. You both pressed against the wall, trying to stay hidden.

"Quiet."

You glared at him. "I know."

The sound of footsteps approached.

He stepped in front of you, blocking your view of the door. You grabbed his sleeve. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure they don’t find you."

Your eyes widened slightly. "And what about you?"

His gaze met yours. "I’ll handle myself."

The footsteps stopped outside. Both of you went completely still. The room was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.

Jungkook was standing so close that there was barely any space between you. His face was only inches away from yours.

Neither of you remembered the danger outside. Neither of you moved.

The same man you had hunted for weeks. The same man you had accused. Was now the person standing between you and a bullet

A loud noise outside shattered the moment. You both looked away immediately. The footsteps moved again.

"Still think I’m the villain?"

You swallowed. "Don’t start." You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the small smile that almost appeared.

Red and blue lights flashed through the broken windows of the warehouse. The entire building erupted into shouting.

"FBI! Drop your weapons!" The organization froze.

Your partner appeared at the end of the corridor. His eyes found you. "You have no idea what you’ve just done."

You stepped forward. "I finally know exactly what I’ve done."

Agents surrounded him. The gun fell from his hand.

The man who had manipulated everyone. The man who had hidden behind lies. The man who had destroyed lives. Was finally powerless.

The agents arrested him, reading him his rights as the organization collapsed around him.

And Jungkook was finally free. The accusations against him were gone.

You stood beside him under the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles.

For weeks, you had looked at him and seen a suspect.

Jungkook glanced at you. A familiar smirk appeared. "You know, for someone who thought I was a criminal, you followed me a lot."

"And for someone who claimed he didn’t want to talk to me, you spent a lot of time saving me."

His smile faded slightly. "Maybe I was wrong."

You raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

"Maybe you’re not as annoying as I thought."

You laughed quietly. "That’s the closest thing to a compliment I’ll ever get from you, isn’t it?"

"Probably."

It was a strange realization that the person you were supposed to catch was the person who helped you uncover the truth.

You and Jungkook walked away from the warehouse together. Behind you, the last pieces of the operation were being taken apart.

Agents moved through the building, collecting evidence and securing everything they could find. One by one, the members of the organization were escorted outside in handcuffs.

A strange feeling settled in your chest. You looked away, letting out a quiet breath.

The truth was finally out.

Beside you, Jungkook stood quietly, watching the same scene.

The rain had slowed to a light drizzle, the flashing lights of the police vehicles reflecting against the wet pavement.

"You know..."

Jungkook looked at you. "What?"

You hesitated for a moment. "After everything that happened...After the past few weeks, the accusations, the fact that I basically followed you everywhere..." A small smile appeared on your lips. "I think I owe you something."

His eyebrow lifted. "Do you?"

You rolled your eyes. "Don’t get used to it."

A quiet laugh escaped him.

"So..." You looked back at him. "How about I invite you over for a drink?"

For a moment, he just stared at you. Almost like he hadn’t expected that answer.

The corner of his mouth lifted. "Are you inviting me out?"

You immediately shook your head. "It’s not like that."

His amused expression remained. "Sure."

"It’s a thank you. For helping me. And maybe a small apology for assuming you were a criminal for two weeks."

"Only two weeks?"

You narrowed your eyes. "Don’t ruin your chance."

He laughed softly. " I’ll accept your apology drink."

You smiled slightly. "Good."

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By the time you finally got home, the reality of everything that had happened still hadn’t fully sunk in.

The case was over.

Your partner—the person you trusted—was behind everything.

And somehow, the person you had spent weeks suspecting had been the one leading you toward the truth.

You had stood under the shower for what felt like hours, letting the warm water wash away the exhaustion of the past weeks. The tension in your shoulders slowly faded, but your mind refused to quiet down.

Now you sat on your couch, wrapped in comfortable clothes, the room dimly lit and peaceful.

Your thoughts kept drifting back to him.

Jungkook.

You hated how easily he had gotten under your skin.

The way he risked himself to protect you. The way he could look at you and make you forget every prepared question you had in your head.

He was so annoyingly attractive.

Even when he was being completely unbearable, there was something about him that pulled your attention back every single time.

You sighed quietly. "You’re really becoming a problem."

A knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. Your heart immediately started beating faster.

You stood up, suddenly far more nervous than you wanted to admit.

It was just Jungkook.

The same man you had interrogated. The same man you had argued with. The same man who had annoyed you every chance he got.

You opened the door.

There he was. Black hoodie, dark shorts. His hair slightly messy, leaning casually against the doorframe with that familiar smirk on his face.

Like he already knew exactly what effect he had on you.

"And?" His voice pulled you back. "Am I still your prime suspect?"

You crossed your arms. "You’re unbelievable."

His grin only widened. "And yet, you invited me."

You raised an eyebrow. "Just for a drink."

He lifted both hands in surrender. "Exactly."

He stepped a little closer. You didn’t move back. The realization caught you off guard.

"I thought you hated me."

You swallowed. "I did."

His eyes stayed on yours. "Past tense."

A small smile betrayed you before you could stop it. "Don’t push yourself."

His gaze slowly drifted to your lips. For a brief moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. His eyes met yours again.

"Too late."

A faint smile appeared on your face. Without breaking eye contact, you reached for the collar of his hoodie and gently pulling him closer.

"Don't make me regret this." You whispered.

His heart raced. With only a few inches left between you, you closed the distance and kissed him.

The kiss was soft. For a moment, time itself seemed to stand still.

"I've wanted to kiss you since you came in that interrogation room. " He smirked, pulling you closer to him.

The door clicked shut, and his mouth crashed against yours before you could even turn the lock. Not gentle—not after weeks of tension. His tongue pushed past your lips, hot and demanding, and you met him with equal force, your fingers fisting in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Fuck," he groaned against your jaw, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs.

He pushed you towards the couch. You fell back onto the cushions, pulling him down with you, his weight settling between your legs. You rolled your hips up to meet him, making him hiss.

"Impatient," he accused, but his eyes were dark, blown wide with desire.

You palmed his shorts, feeling him getting hard.

He thrust into your hand, his jaw clenching. "Been so hard since the interrogation room when you were trying to be professional and I could see your pulse jumping here—" He pressed his mouth to your throat, sucking hard enough to bruise.

You arched into him, your head falling back.

He pulled back, his expression feral, and yanked your shirt over your head. Your bra followed, tossed somewhere across the room, and then his mouth was on your breast—hot, wet, sucking your nipple while his hand worked the other, pinching and rolling until you were squirming beneath him.

"Jungkook—"

"Say it again," he growled, moving to the other side, scraping his teeth over the sensitive peak.

"Jungkook," you moaned, loud and shameless, your hips bucking up against his.

He laughed against your skin, the vibration making you gasp. "Good girl."

His hand trailed down your stomach, slipping beneath your waistband, and you lifted your hips helpfully, desperate for contact. He bypassed your underwear entirely, his fingers sliding through your folds, finding you already soaked.

"Jesus," he breathed, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "You're fucking dripping."

You challenged, spreading your legs wider. "Touch me. Stop teasing."

"Demanding," he mused, but he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them immediately, and you cried out, your back arching off the couch. "Fuck, you're tight. Been thinking about this pussy?"

You gasped, riding his hand. His rhythm faltered, his eyes snapping to yours, wild and possessive.

You reached down to rub your own clit while he fucked you with his fingers.

"Fuck."

He dropped to his knees on the floor, yanking your pants and underwear down in one rough tug. Before you could even process being bare in front of him, he shoved your legs open.

His tongue flattened against your slit, licking from bottom to top in one long, slow stroke that made you see stars. He groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core, lapping at your clit, sucking it between his lips.

"Fuck—" You were gripping the couch cushions, your hips bucking against his face, but he held you down, his fingers digging into your thighs, keeping you spread for his mouth.

"You taste incredible," he growled, looking up at you with his chin shining, his lips swollen and wet. "Addictive. Could eat you for hours. Want to feel you come on my tongue."

He went back to your clit, sucking hard, and pushed three fingers inside you—stretching you. He found that spot inside you immediately, rubbing relentlessly while his tongue flicked your clit in rapid, devastating strokes.

"Close," you panted, your head thrashing side to side. "I'm so close—"

He pulled back suddenly, his fingers stilling, and you whined, high and desperate.

"Not yet," he said, that smirk on his face but his voice wrecked, his control hanging by a thread. "Want to feel you around my cock when you come."

"Let me taste you first. Fair's fair."

He stood, letting you undo his pants, and when you freed his cock—thick and heavy and veined, already leaking precome at the tip—you felt another rush of wetness between your thighs. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly, watching his head fall back, his abs clench.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Your hand—"

You leaned forward, licking the bead of moisture from his slit, savoring the salt of him, and his whole body jerked. You took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, sucking hard as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper with each stroke until he hit the back of your throat.

"Shit,—" His hands found your hair, tangling tight, pulling just enough to sting. "Your mouth is perfect. So fucking hot. Look at you."

You looked up at him, maintaining eye contact as you worked him, your tongue swirling around his shaft, your hand pumping what you couldn't take.

"Gonna come if you don't stop," he warned, pulling you back gently but firmly. "Want to be inside you. Need to feel you come around me."

You stood, shaky, and he stripped you completely, then pushed you back onto the couch. He grabbed a condom, rolling it on with trembling hands, then he was over you, lining himself up at your entrance.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Fuck me," you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He slammed into you in one brutal stroke, filling you completely, stretching you around his thickness, and you both cried out. He didn't give you time to adjust—he couldn't, apparently, his control shattered—pulling out and thrusting back in with devastating force. The couch creaked beneath you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"So fucking tight," he gritted out, setting a punishing pace. "Taking me so well. "

Yes," you gasped, meeting his thrusts, your nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood. "Harder."

He shifted your leg over his shoulder, changing the angle, and when he thrust again he hit that spot inside you—that perfect, devastating spot—and you screamed, your vision blurring.

"There?" he panted, hitting it again, and again, each thrust driving you into the cushions. "Right there?"

"Yes, yes—don't stop—"

He pulled out suddenly, flipping you over with rough hands until you were on your knees, your chest pressed against the couch cushions. He entered you again in one stroke, deeper from this angle, his hips snapping against your ass with each thrust.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, his hand wrapping around your throat from behind, pulling you back against his chest. "Rub your clit while I fuck you. Want to feel you squeeze me."

You reached between your legs, your fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing in tight circles while he pounded into you, his hand tightening on your throat.

"Like that?" he growled in your ear, his breath hot. "Like being choked while I ruin you?"

"Yes," you sobbed, delirious, the pleasure building to something catastrophic. " Please—I'm gonna—"

"Not yet," he commanded, his free hand slapping your ass hard, the sting making you clench around him. "Hold it. Be good for me. Hold it."

"I can't—" you gasped, tears pricking your eyes from the effort, from the overwhelming sensation of him filling you, controlling you, owning you in this moment.

"You can," he snarled, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. "Hold it."

"Please," you begged, voice breaking. "Jungkook, please let me come—"

"Now," he growled, releasing your throat and reaching around to cover your hand on your clit, rubbing with you in tight, fast circles. "Come now. Come for me."

Your orgasm hit like a detonation, ripping through you with brutal force. You screamed his name, loud and unrestrained, your back arching, your vision whiting out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. Your walls clamped down on him.

"Fuck, taking my cock so good—" He thrust deep one final time, grinding against you, and you felt him pulse inside you, his own orgasm tearing through him as he groaned your name like a prayer, his forehead dropping to your shoulder.

He collapsed onto you, both of you tumbling onto the couch in a tangle of limbs, his cock still twitching inside you. For long moments, neither of you moved, just gasping against each other's skin, the aftershocks making you both twitch and shiver.

"That was—" he started, his voice wrecked.

"Yeah," you agreed, still catching your breath, your throat raw from screaming.

He pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom, then pulled you into his arms on the couch, tangling your legs together. You traced patterns on his chest, your mind blissfully empty, no cases, no suspects—just this, just him, the steady beat of his heart under your palm.

"Still think I'm a problem?" he asked, that infuriating smirk back, but his arms tightened around you.

You smiled against his skin, your body still trembling with aftershocks. "The biggest one I've ever had."

TO CATCH A THIEF (1955)

Every time I watch scenes with an angry Joel, I know Pedro would be perfect for such a film. He could create a character that would terrify and delight us at the same time. A character that would keep us glued to the edge of our seats.

🎤Black Plastic 🎤 debuts April 2nd!

Writer: @joshtierney Artist: @niccillustrates

Can Gigi and Tokui escape corporate assassins in this 16-storey monolith of a karaoke building, or will they go down singing?