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The held breath silence of the onlookers was familiar, intoxicating. The thing Jisoo loved most about sparring in front of an audience was the extra level of responsiveness from her colleagues; the sharp inhale that followed a near-miss, the sympathetic groan of a solid hit, the appreciative cheer of well-executed escape from a chokehold.
She bounced on the balls of her feet, testing her balance, eyeing her opponent. She wanted to buy herself time to calm down before beating the shit out of her pretentious ass. It wouldn't do to lose her cool in front of everyone.
Jungkook had stepped forward on the mat and was stretching his arms, though his eyes never strayed from her. When her gaze shifted past his body to his face, it turned icy. His Adam's apple bobbed and she couldn't help but smirk.
He was nervous. Good.
They circled for a minute, sizing each other up. By the time they stopped and put their hands up, Jisoo was livid. So much for not losing her cool. "First to three. Don't pull punches."
She swung a leg up towards his shoulder, but Jungkook blocked it with his forearm, digging his heels in to absorb the impact. "I wouldn't. Especially with you wanting to send me to the hospital."
"I sure fucking hope so."
Jisoo retracted her leg to follow with a flurry of jabs, all of which Jungkook dodged. He had given up on trying to talk to her, to make her understand something not even he would in her place. Instead, he chose to challenge her for a spar like good old times, hoping she could relieve her rage for a while, and focused on not getting hit by her tiny fists of doom.
He kept on the defensive, surprised at how strong she had become since the last time, and wondered if she had been training more lately or it was just the anger towards him helping.
Jisoo dug for an opening, but he held strong. "Well, well, look at you. Always moving at a decent speed," she taunted and swept a leg under him, sending him crashing on the mat. "Oops. Looks like I spoke too soon—one."
There was a sympathetic hiss from the crowd. Jungkook groaned, arching his back to dissipate the pain before rolling over and pulling himself up. He knew she hated when he went easy on her because she was a woman. His spars with others were always different, more serious and it made her feel weak and helpless, two things she wasn't.
His eyes then turned dark and determined, making it unreasonably hard for Jisoo to stay angry with him. She could feel his stare on the back of her neck as she turned away, walking in a small circle to catch her breath.
Her eyes narrowed back, arms lifting to invite him. "Jeon?"
Jungkook stepped forward, leading with a fist. Jisoo caught it, grabbed his wrist, and pulled her towards him. She brought a knee up to his abdomen, but he blocked it with his other hand. When she was out of options, he moved to punch her, stopping just short of her face, then pushed her away.
She fell backward.
"One," he sniffed, lifting the collar of his black tank top to wipe his face as he showed his back.
Jisoo's fists clenched in pure rage when she saw the visible nail scratches on his shoulder blades and the faint hickey on his neck. She was absolutely disgusted.
She took the opportunity he was facing away to charge him again. He could be stronger, but she was fast too and used her speed to drive him into a corner. Sitting on his stomach, a punch was thrown; one that Jungkook didn't feel by turning his head.
She retreated. "Two."
Jungkook stood to his feet and Jisoo watched his brow set in a grim. She had never seen such a look on him before. He was always so relaxed and nonchalant. She wasn't sure if she liked it.
"Jisoo," he practically growled her name when she turned around. "So I'm sleeping with her, what's the problem? I told you that is part of the investigation. Part of the mission."
There wasn't really a chance for him to say anything else; Jisoo jumped for another attack and he was confident that she was in for a real punch this time. He managed to catch her fist, twisting her body to wrap an arm around her neck. "Two—why're you so upset?"
He released her as she spun to face him. "Because it's illegal!" she spat. "Code of conduct! Have you heard of it?!"
"We've talked about this," he sighed. "I'm trying to make her trust me enough so I can catch this whole group together. They're our only chance to investigate their clients, starting with the president himself. If he learns we're still after Kazoku he'll do everything in his power to force the police to cover up and make us drop the case forever. They have to be protected in order to protect him."
"You couldn't win her trust by acting like her friend? You had to sleep with her?"
"This is an undercover operation that's been recently asking for intimacy with the suspect."
"And you certainly aren't enjoying yourself, right?" she feigned a grin. "The chief is only making you do this because he has very good reasons."
Jungkook just had time to blink once; Jisoo closed the distance between them quickly and he blocked a precise kick to the ribs with both palms. She saw her opening there. Using the leverage of his foot in her hands, she twisted, bringing an elbow down across his knee. She didn't use enough force to injure him, merely to incapacitate his body for a moment.
"Three."
A sharp inhale through his teeth told her that she hit her mark and dropped his foot only to tackle him to the ground. She panted above him as they studied each other, the hair that had fallen from the elastic brushed his cheeks.
A cough behind them had Jisoo swallowing after noticing how close she was to his face and scrambled off him. Jungkook's face betrayed nothing, but his eyes did. He sat up, watching her brushing the nonexistent dirt from her pants.
"Chief Kim immediately lost my respect the moment I learned that he didn't fire your ass when you told him what you did. You may be helping the police now, but you still dishonored the SMPA for letting this woman get away of your own accord."
She whirled, grabbing her bottle of water and left the mat.
Jungkook fell back down, groaning.
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Jieun's hand unconsciously went to Jungkook's side of the bed and she sleepily opened her eyes when she felt the spot empty and cold. Her gaze shifted to the bedside clock, confused to see it wasn't morning yet.
Frowning and very much annoyed for thinking he had left her alone in the middle of the night, Jieun stepped out of the bed only in her panties and slipped into his shirt, not bothering to close the buttons. As she walked out, found everything dark except for the light coming from the TV screen.
To her surprise, Jungkoook hadn't gone anywhere and was simply sitting on his couch, legs spread with a video-game controller in his hands, looking too concentrated to notice her presence.
She folded her arms, leaning her shoulder against the wall and blinked at the screen. It appeared to be the same game Felix and Hyunjin were obsessed with these days. She shook her head, amused—men and their gaming addiction.
These were some of the moments where she could see Jungkook's inner child making its appearance. He was always so serious and sometimes too bossy for her tastes, but could act like a little boy without noticing.
He was kind, thoughtful, felt concerned for her sometimes, and it was such a weird thing to think about, considering what he did for a living and what she was part of.
It was ceasing to be a problem for him completely, it seemed. Jungkook enjoyed her company, and this week—that was so close to ending, had been amazing, impossible to erase from her memory, filled with so many kisses that she lost count.
It was hard to keep her mind off of him now. They had spent the time getting to know each other—learning each other's bodies in new ways. Seeking out what aroused the other, what made them sigh in contentment, and what made their hearts quicken before that blissful release.
The amount of passion he showed surprised her at first. Jieun didn't know that she was capable of that type of intimacy because it wasn't just when they were in the bedroom, behind closed doors. Oh, no. It was every touch, every look, every smile he gave her. The butterflies now danced with more intensity and she knew she was sinking into something much more dangerous than just heart fluttering.
"Can't sleep?"
Jungkook blinked away from the TV with a start. Apparently, he was really into the game since her voice managed to scare him. But it didn't last long. His eyes darkened dangerously once they narrowed down her body in recognition, realizing she was nearly naked in his living room.
"No," he answered. "Did I wake you up?"
Jieun shook her head, making her way over to him as he followed with his gaze. "When were you going to tell me that you're a sucker for games?"
Jungkook swallowed, struggling to move his eyes up to her face when she stopped in front of him, his shirt barely covering her breasts. "I'm not... I play sometimes during insomnia."
"Well, can I play too then?" she held out her hand for the controller. "I can't sleep either."
He frowned. "Now?"
"Mm."
Jieun held her smile as she saw him hesitating to give her the controller when his mind was clearly giving out ideas of what they could do. She took it anyway, turned, and deliberately sat between his legs, leaning against his chest.
"I see your score, but I'm sure I can beat you on it. Just watch."
Jungkook shifted, sighing once she pressed start. "And since when you play video games, miss?" he muttered, pushing her hair over to the side of her shoulder to kiss right below her ear. Jieun shuddered but ignored.
"When you're forced to live years with teenagers, you end up growing fond of their hobbies in a sense," she explained under a small laugh. "The boys at home spend hours, if not days, in front of a television, playing these things."
"I see." He took her earlobe into her mouth flickering his tongue over it.
Jieun took a sharp inhale of breath this time, mumbling with brows furrowed, "Stop distracting me."
"Focus on the game and ignore me," he smirked. "How did it start?"
Jieun glanced up over her shoulder, brow raising quizzically. "What?"
"The group. How did you all meet?"
"Oh." She looked away, hesitating to answer.
"I'm not asking as a cop and you know that. It's just curiosity to know a little more about you... These people are your family, so they must play an important role in your life."
Jieun released a breath, her eyes never leaving the screen, though her attention was drifting, especially when he stopped to bite gently down at her pulse point. "Things started happening, I guess... trouble brought us together. We attracted it."
"Did they come from the same institutional care as you?"
Jieun shook her head in denial. "I only met them when I was out of it. To this day I can't really tell if it was by chance... or something else." She shifted and cleared her throat. "Well, there's... Felix. He's the brat one—don't ask me where he got the attitude from," she murmured as Jungkook snorted against her skin. "At first we had trouble communicating with Sana, but she was fast to learn our language like the others and vice versa."
Jungkook lifted his head. "I remember that one. She brought me a nice playboy magazine."
Jieun let out a soft giggle, nodding to confirm it.
"There's Hyunjin and Yeji; they're twins of the family and completely different people from one another, which is great since no one would've survived living under the same roof with two of their personalities," she nudged him slightly to make a difficult move with the controller. "Yuta and Chanyeol the quiet and the bright mind one... Jongin and Mai, both protectors of the group and also the ones who want to kill us whenever we cause trouble, but always reminding everybody how much we can count on each other in the end. The leader you already know... and um... the asshole one."
Jungkook hummed, hands moving further up to her waist. "Sounds like a big family."
"It is," she sighed. "Sometimes too big."
"Besides the asshole one," he chuckled, "do you think they'd ever accept someone else in the group?
Jieun was feeling too distracted to keep playing, but after his question, she stopped completely and quickly looked at him with a frown. "Accept who? You?"
"Maybe," he shrugged, oblivious of the reaction she had. "Would they be cool about it if you showed up with me for... I don't know—dinner?" he joked, trying to get a laugh from her that didn't come.
Jieun pushed the controller aside to turn in his lap. "Why would you even ask me that? They're far from being your favorite people," she frowned. "I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that I am."
"I should ask the same question about why I'm yours."
When she didn't answer and only ducked her head with a small shurg, Jungkook smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"It's..." he trailed off to sigh. "Spending this week with you was really great, Jieun. You're leaving in two days and I just... I just wanted to know what it'd be like if you didn't have to, that's all."
"You... don't want me to leave?"
Jungkook bit his lower lip now having the perfect view of her breasts before his eyes. "I know my bed doesn't," he moved his hands to part her shirt to the sides and leaned forward, capturing her nipple with his mouth.
Jieun squeezed her eyes, holding out a moan. She didn't exactly like the kind of answer Jungkook gave but was glad to know he'd miss her either way. Then, something snapped at her with the notion that even if she stayed, she knew he'd have kept their relationship purely physical.
Never beyond that line.
Jieun was panting. His tongue was doing wicked things and she was beginning to lose the ability to think clearly again. Whimpering, she grasped at his locks on the back of his head to pull him closer, her hips groping his in search of any sort of friction.
A sharp buzzing behind them made her jump, and as she started to turn, Jungkook's arm snaked around her waist to halt her movement. "Just leave it."
He brought her lips down to his and she melted against him, trying her best to ignore the persistent vibration in the background. It worked—for only a moment.
Jungkook groaned and Jieun laughed softly, reaching behind herself to swipe his phone off the table. "You should take it. Don't forget about the promotion you so want to have."
He stole her lips a final time before pressing the green button to answer under his breath, "Hello? ... um, yes, Captain."
Jieun stayed seated, letting her hands wander his body while showering him with kisses on his bare chest. She watched his eyes darken as she smirked down at him and began to slip off his lap to knee on the floor between his feet.
"Well, if they don't want to settle the deal, then they don't want to settle the deal. I don't know why you're calling me after hours for something I could've handled tomorrow," his voice was stern, but not unkind.
Jungkook shot her a curious look when her fingers moved teasingly slow to the waistband of his sweats, then curl over the band of his dark boxers. They tented impressively and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
She moved the fabric out of the way as well, giving one long lick all the way up to the tip and smiled as he dug his teeth into his lips to stifle a groan. "Just, argh..." His head fell back, the phone still pressed to his ear. "Put the files in my desk and I'll check in the morning—"
Jieun opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out just enough to take him in. He was thicker than she had anticipated.
One of his sentences broke off into a moan he was incapable of holding back as she ran her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft. It was amazing how a simple action could reduce such a man to a quivering heap.
Jungkook breathed sharply, grabbing the back of her hair to guide her to a pace he liked. Whatever he was trying to explain to whoever it was on the other line evaporated as he watched her take his tip back into her mouth and proceeded to flick over the sensitive slit before pressing her limber muscle into it, licking up the precum that had leaked.
"Oh, fuck," Jungkook hissed, the explicative slipping from his lips before he could stop it. "No, Captain, not you, I—" He shot her an accusatory look, but she simply looked back up, mouthing a silent 'want me to stop?' question, receiving a shake of his head in response, his eyes pleading with her to keep going. "Can I call you tomorrow?"
Jieun continued almost casually, her tongue swirling, head moving up and down as he spoke. Or tried to.
"Yeah, uh-huh. I'll deal with it."
There was a shout at the other line, cutting off by the ending beep as Jungook tossed the phone far from his reach, head falling back against the cushion. Jieun couldn't help but feel pleased with herself, loving making him feel so good that he could barely stand it.
She dropped one hand from his hip to slip it between her panties. Her eyes closed as she moved a bit faster over him, her tongue flat against his cock. Once her fingers found the slick folds between her thighs, she nearly cried out.
"Fuck— are you touching yourself?" Jungkook asked, his hand releasing the hold on her hair.
Jieun's eyes snapped open and stared up as if she had been exposed. With faux innocence painted on her face, she pulled off of him to catch her breath, letting a string of saliva stretch obscenely from her lips.
Jungkook cradled her face, his thumb swiping to clean up himself before trailing his hand down to her elbow, pulling her roughly back to his lap. "You almost got me in trouble," he hissed, attacking her collarbone.
"I don't regret it." Fingers tightened on her hips to a bruising force and a low growl was the only reply that she got from him. "Shouldn't we... Don't you want to move?"
Jungkook kicked his boxers that were stuck around his ankle. "Let my resounding 'no' be a testament to how much I want you right now," he shot her a crooked smile. "And besides, this is one of my favorite spots."
"You have a favorite spot in your own apartment?" she pushed him back with a huff, lifting on her knees to strip off the shirt. "Just how many girls have you fucked on your couch?"
He smacked her ass playfully, kissing her stomach. "This a new one. Help me break it in."
"Gladly..."
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"WHERE'S OUR DAMN ORDER?!"
Jieun winced, pressing her fingers to her temples.
"Yeji. Voice."
"I'm starving!" the girl argued, hands slamming down on the table, rattling the drinks; ignorant to the side glances she received from customers at the outdoor dining they were sitting. "We've been waiting for an hour!"
"Hello? Girl with a hangover over here," she gestured. "Seriously, keep it down."
Sana giggled as Yeji crossed her arms, scowling. "How come you got wasted last night? Weren't you supposed to spend this incredible week with that hot officer of yours?"
"Seems like she grew tired of him pretty quickly," Mai muttered. "What I got from her drunken confession was that she abandoned the poor guy alone in the middle of the night to go to a bar—incredibly rude, if not typical of her."
Jieun sighed, swirling her straw in her lemon water, sunglasses shielding her from the sun's brutal rays. "I didn't abandon him," she said. "I just... I hate goodbyes."
"Only to people that you're too attached to," Sana leaned forward, eyebrows raised. "You have fallen."
Her gaze turned cold. "I did not."
"Why getting hammered then?" asked Yeji. "Drowning on alcohol it's a clear sign of denial to me."
"Denial of what?" Jieun deadpanned. "Because I decided to end our week together one day earlier? I mean, that's what it was, right? Get my mind off RM for a while and enjoy myself. Period. He's not talking to me anymore, which means it worked just fine. "
"In case of a decent lay, maybe. But it's rare you come across a guy like that with the big three."
"The big three?" all asked in unison.
Yeji nodded, sipping her drink really quick; three fingers held out as she ticked off. "Good looks, big dick and knows how to use it." She scowled, pointing at Jieun. "We either get one or the other. You always get the three combined."
Jieun slapped her finger away from her face. "Aren't you a little too young to call yourself an expert on the subject?"
"Not since I turned eighteen."
Her eyes rolled at that. "Between good sex and handsome guys, I'd rather stay alone or be with an ugly one if he at least makes me feel loved."
"Hasn't RM ever made you feel that way?" it was Sana's turn to ask. It seemed that gossiping about her partners and experiences was all they wanted to do that afternoon. Jieun prayed their food could arrive soon.
"This is not even a debatable thing to discuss. He never made me feel loved or that I was the only one—because, let's face it, I wasn't," she mumbled. "For seven years we had a few secret randevus that didn't last more than a few hours and then he was leaving. Whenever feelings were a topic, he was running."
Yeji scoffed, resting her chin against her palm. "Men."
"Mai here is another proof that waiting doesn't work either, especially when you keep it to yourse—"
"Don't even start it. My love life is private and not a funny topic that you three can discuss."
Yeji leaned back and shrugged, ignoring Mai's warning. "What do you expect from a clueless man like our leader when it comes to relationships? She can be dancing naked in front of him, he wouldn't flinch."
"Sometimes I think he's asexual," Jieun mused. "I've never seen him with a woman after all these years... well, I can't say anything about men."
"No," the girl wrinkled her nose dismissively before widening her eyes. "Oh, god! You think so?!"
"It's not impossible," she smirked behind her glass.
"He could be into both."
"Hey!" Mai banged on the table furiously. "This is Akagi you guys are talking about. Let's stop right here."
"But they're right, nee-chan. You should tell him what you feel—"
"Sana," she muttered icily through gritted teeth. "Enough."
Both Yeji and Jieun also turned silent, concentrating on their drinks for a while. The atmosphere switched into something heavy— it always did whenever Akagi's name and feelings were mentioned to Mai in the same sentence.
Yeji then cleared her throat. "So, what you're going to do about the officer, Mara?"
Jieun pursed her lips, shaking her head. "Nothing. It was good, but it's over now... We're leaving tonight anyway."
Mai was the one who nodded. "It had to end at some point. You did the right thing."
"We can't keep leaving people behind everywhere we go," she murmured. "We have one another and that's enough."
For Yeji's great satisfaction, their orders arrived shortly after. Jieun didn't notice— although the girls did, that she was barely touching her food as her eyes stayed unfocused the whole afternoon.
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Surrounded by a few boxes, trash bags, and backpacks, Jieun walked into the middle of the living room and looked around. They hadn't lived in that apartment long enough to feel a void, but it was still weird to see it empty again, as it was always, whenever they had to move.
Namjoon and the boys weren't home and she was glad for that, using her time alone to finish her packing. Some clothes were discharged, going directly to the trash until she found the black piece from the drawer.
Jieun smiled at it. She could call a gift now, couldn't she? Jungkook did make a point of going down the store personally to pay for the stolen dress after all.
Her smile died slowly along with her will to keep with the packing. She stared at the boxes and pursed her lips in thought. It seemed the wisest decision at that moment not to say goodbye to him and use this last day in the country to be away from him instead.
Then why did it hurt so much?
For several hours, all Jieun thought about was going back to his apartment, bang on the door until he opened it and throw herself in his arms. It was becoming unhealthy how much she wanted to see him.
A sick feeling, like she had swallowed a heavy stone, settled in her stomach and she pressed her hands to her belly. Perhaps she had been wrong before. Perhaps she was the one that underestimated her feelings when she accepted to keep coming back. It was her fault, really.
Her thoughts were in a frenzy; she was furious at him. Furious at herself for letting her emotions take control over again. Tears stung her eyes and her body mourned the loss of his warmth it had already grown to crave. She blinked rapidly, letting out a heavy breath to push these feelings away.
So caught up in her rage for her own stupidity, Jieun continued to toss her clothes inside the suitcase, snatching her phone to answer a call that was coming through without even looking at the screen. "What?"
"Hey."
Static crackled in the air, lifting the hair across Jieun's arms and she fell seated on the bed. Dammnit, I forgot I was supposed to be ignoring his calls. She struggled an eternal battle with herself before gathering the courage to answer, "Um, hi."
"What happened?" He sounded worried. "Why did you leave last night?"
"Well... I like to make special appearances," she ducked her head to stare at her feet, smiling lifelessly. "My parting had to be something comparable."
"Yeah... it was a great departure." She felt the sarcasm in his tone. "Now, what's the real reason?"
Jieun fell back on the bed, cursing for not trying hard enough. "I feel a bit awkward during goodbye moments. I'm sorry."
He chuckled, sending endless butterflies against the inside of her stomach. When would these horrible sensations stop?
"You're not alone... though I was still hoping to see you today."
"Jungkook..." she sighed. "I'm leaving tonight. Besides, we wouldn't have time to do anything."
"Who said we need to do something, Jieun? I only want to see you before you go... nothing more," his voice turned serious and she could almost feel a hint of begging there. For several seconds both stayed silent, listening to each other's even breath, then he spoke again, "Will you let me?"
Jieun gripped a handful of bedsheets in her fist. She couldn't lose focus, she couldn't lose focus, she couldn't— "Yes," she breathed, closing her eyes in defeat. "Yes... I will let you."
"Meet me in ten."
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▣ If you've been following me for a while, you probably know that I don't like fluff as the focus on my stories, but that there's always scenes asking for it. I personally love them all and of course they'll be included here as well.
I'm looking forward to posting the next chapter because we're going to see a very vulnerable side of Jieun 😊 ... & JK's too. All the questions you might have about the plot, the gang's past and story will be answered as the chapters go. There are handful of them still, so you're in for another long ride and a few more eventual smuts. Sys 💜