Rain bled down the windows of the interrogation room like the city itself was trying to eavesdrop.
Kim Taehyung sat with one ankle over his knee, face bruised, mouth curved in something dangerously close to amusement.
Across from him, Jeon Jungkook looked like restraint wrapped in black gloves and expensive patience.
Neither had blinked in the last thirty seconds.
"You're staring," Taehyung finally said.
Jungkook clicked his pen once. "You talk too much for someone under investigation."
"And you look too pretty to be this miserable."
Silence.
Cold. Sharp. Charged.
Outside the one-way mirror, officers watched the exchange like it was a bomb waiting to go off.
Because it kind of was.
Taehyung was the prime suspect in a string of art thefts involving politicians, underground auctions, and enough missing money to fund a small war. Nobody had ever caught him. Nobody had ever even seen him clearly.
Except Jungkook had.
Once.
Three years ago.
A rooftop in Tokyo. A gunshot. Blood on white gloves.
Then Taehyung disappearing into the neon night after whispering:
"If we meet again, one of us is going to ruin the other."
Jungkook hadn't forgotten.
Unfortunately, neither had Taehyung.
"You know," Taehyung murmured, leaning forward slightly, "for a man accusing me of federal crimes, you keep looking at my mouth."
Jungkook's jaw tightened.
The fluorescent light above them buzzed softly.
Taehyung noticed everything. The controlled breathing. The pulse ticking once in Jungkook's throat. The way his fingers stopped moving whenever Taehyung leaned closer.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
"You think I'm guilty," Taehyung said.
"I know you are."
"Then arrest me."
Jungkook slid a photograph across the table instead.
A dead councilman.
A shattered wine glass.
And, reflected faintly in the mirror behind the corpse-
Taehyung.
For the first time, the smile vanished from Taehyung's face.
Jungkook noticed that too.
"You made a mistake," Jungkook said quietly.
Taehyung stared at the photo for a long moment before looking back up.
Then he smiled again.
But this one was different.
Smaller.
Meaner.
"Oh," he said softly. "So that's why they assigned you."
The air shifted.
Jungkook frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Taehyung leaned back in his chair slowly, eyes dark with recognition.
"They didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
Another pause.
Then Taehyung laughed under his breath like he'd just realized the punchline to a cruel joke. And when he finally spoke, it landed like a knife between Jungkook's ribs.
"The councilman was your father."
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RUIN EACHOTHER
Fanfiction"Tell me the truth," Jungkook said quietly. Taehyung tilted his head. "You'll arrest me if I do." "Maybe." A slow smile spread across Taehyung's face as he stepped closer until their shadows touched before they did. "You keep saying that," he murmur...
