solva

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yoongi's breathe fans against his own face, bouncing off the concrete wall in front of him. his eyes are closed, and his ears are straining to hear for anything. then, he notices the sound of faint footsteps, and the sound of fabric against fabric, maybe even metal. it's hard to tell.

he's waiting for the exact moment to jump. if he jumps when the kid is a little farther away, he might have time to pull out a weapon, maybe even run away. same for being ahead, he could escape.

he thinks about what to do when he jumps. maybe he could pull his foot behind the kids ankle, sending him to the ground. he could grab his arm and pull it behind his back. that could work.

or he could send a pain-coursing kick to the shin, and a fitted arm over his neck. maybe a hand pressing his nose against his skull.

yoongi learned all the extra stuff. like death grips, pressure points, weaknesses of the human body, all the necessities.

so yoongi waits to pounce for the exact right moment, and

bam.

he jumps, and he does everything. a kick to the shin, a leg behind the kids, sending him to the hard ground. an arm over his throat and holding his strong arms above him, one arm locking behind him up to his shoulder blades. he struggles, but succeeds to restrain him.

"listen buddy, you might want to stop. I can get you out of jailtime, but if you continue, I'll get you a life sentence. you may have a few fees to pay, but all that stolen money should pay for it," Yoongi mutters, and the guy relaxes with hesitance.

"i used to be like you, young and naive. I used to be in a gang, and I did bad stuff. it led me to the wrong places. I got somebody I loved hurt, almost killed. the only reason I get to see them is because I'm doing this. and I reckon you've got somebody you care about, and this shit puts them in danger. you might want to consider that," Yoongi says as he hastily locks the handcuffs around his wrists. he stands him up, leading the way towards his car, which is well hidden.

when yoongi gets to the police station, he pushes the kid in front of him. he hands him over to a fellow officer, and meets mr. lee in his office.

"hello, lee," he says, his tone bored and and angry. "yoongi, glad you're here. we have another case, but we're not putting you on it until tomorrow. oh, and here's your paycheck," the older says, handing yoongi a check. yoongi takes it in his sweaty hands, skimming over it.

"thirty bucks? im not doin' this shit for basically nothing!" Yoongi says, holding the check between his two hands. mr. lee grins.

"of course not, you're doing it so you get to see jinim and not go to jail," he responds, a smug smile on his face.

"its jimin. and if I see that pretty little smile again I'll remove it with my fist," Yoongi mutters, turning away.

as much as he hates his job, he won't let anything stop him from seeing his baby jimin.

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first of all I'm really pissed bc wattpad deleted this and it was way better before and I had to rewrite it

secondly I'm feeling semi-confident in my body and I was wondering if anybody wanted to see it or smth lmao (I'm not naked I'm fully clothed jesus I'm not that confident) and like the outfits kinda cool even tho I look white and basic as fuck but yknow whatever

I really hate my body bc it's not flattering at all n shit and i have a lil pudgy belly and really thick thighs and idk if it's the attractive kind but idk I just consider myself unhealthy and overweight n idk