"You've got ten minutes." A police officer informed after opening the metal door with a small glass window situated in the middle.
Jungkook nodded his head and walks inside. His polished black shoes make clicking sounds in the silent narrow room. The metal door shuts with a loud sound, causing Jungkook to flinch slightly as he looks over his shoulder and glares at the metal door.
Jungkook turns his head forward and lets out a heavy exhale before his legs started to saunter him towards the series of stools. In front of each stool, there is a glass cube with a telephone adjusted to the sidewall next to the glass window.
There were a few more people present in this room, talking to the inmates in hush tones. Even though they are criminals (hence why they are being captive under police custody) they are still someone's brother, son, family, or someone's lover. He saw a woman was crying while talking through the landline with the inmate. Their hands were placed over the glass at the same spot, it's like they wanted to hold each other's hands but the glass was preventing them from doing so.
Jungkook averted his gaze from them and stood in front of a random glass window and lazily roams his eyes around before his gaze landed on the telephone.
At the same time, the metal door from behind the glass window slammed open, revealing another police officer. The officer shoved the inmate inside the room causing the said inmate to stumble inside, his wrists were cuffed with a pair of metal handcuffs.
"You have ten minutes." The deep and slightly rough voice of the officer echoed into the empty room before he slammed the door shut, leaving the inmate alone with Jungkook there.
The inmate rolled his eyes and turns his head towards Jungkook. His feature immediately masked with a heavy frown of confusion when he saw an unknown man with bright blonde hair wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath along with a striped tie standing behind the glass and waiting for him.
The inmate who was wearing an orange jumpsuit walks closer to the glass cube with the same frown of confusion lingering through his feature. He then takes the telephone in his hand and placed it against his ear. Jungkook immediately copied the other's actions.
"Who the fuck are you?" That was the first thing the inmate asked while staring back at Jungkook with a deep crease of his eyebrows.
Jungkook's eyes irked when he hears the inmate talking with him with such disrespect but he managed to mask it off with a sweet smile. "Jeon Jungkook, I'm a lawyer." Jungkook greeted, a smile too sweet to handle was spread over his lips.
"Well, I'm certain you're not my lawyer. Wait— did that motherfucker leave me?!" The inmate let out in shock and disbelief as he threw the last question at Jungkook.
"No, he didn't. I took permission from your lawyer to talk to you." Jungkook replied, his tattooed fingers holding the telephone against his ear as he softly smiled up at the inmate.
The inmate raised both of his eyebrows in realization and nodded his head. "Well, what the fuck do you want then?" He asked, voice coming out in boredom.
Jungkook cleared his throat as his smile turned into a wicked smirk, "I heard you're rotting in this jail for six years now because of a stupid robbery you did?" The blonde asked as his seductive gaze stares at the inmate who was staring back at him with a scowl.
"Yeah, and?" The inmate replied in a slightly rude tone.
Jungkook chuckled and shook his head, "And if I'm not wrong you got caught robbing a two-story house?" he asked again, tilting his head to the side with a smirk.
"Yeah, yeah, that's why I'm here. What is your point?" The inmate let out, slowly getting frustrated over the unnecessary questions.
"So you're pretty good at climbing houses, right?" Ignoring the guy's frustration towards him, Jungkook yet again threw another question at him.
"Of course, I am— dude, just get to the point." He exclaimed as his grip around the telephone tightened.
Jungkook just smiled and fished out his phone from inside his pocket. He unlocked it and goes to his gallery. He clicks on a certain picture before displaying the phone in front of the inmate's face. "Do you see this Bungalow?" He asked while showing a picture of the white bungalow.
"Do you want me to rob it?" The inmate asked subconsciously while looking at the bungalow with creased brows in concentration.
"No, don't you wanna get out of this jail or what?" Jungkook slightly scolded the guy in an orange jumpsuit as he placed his hand over his hip, sassily, while holding the phone.
The inmate raised one of his eyebrows as he eyes Jungkook up and down, well as far as his eyes go since Jungkook's lower part was hidden behind the wall. Only his upper body til his torso can be seen through the glass window.
"Dude, The way you move screams Gay." The inmate let out subconsciously.
Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows too while glaring at the guy, "You homophobic or what?" The blonde head asked skeptically.
"Nah, I don't live in the 90s. It's just I got some history with gays. My ex-girlfriend left me because she suddenly started to like girls and her younger brother would always hit on me." The inmate babbles out before rolling his eyes and looking down at the ground with his bottom lip slightly puckered out.
Jungkook's cheeks started to puff out as his face slowly started to turn into a hue of pink because he was trying his best to control his laughter. His tattooed fingers gripped the telephone tightly. But in the end, he burst out into a peal of loud laughter anyway. The inmate sulked heavily while glaring at Jungkook who was laughing his ass off.
"Anyway, what the fuck do you want me to do in this house then? Wait— do you want me to murder someone?!" The inmate whisper yells the last part while leaning forward towards the glass window even though the only source of thing Jungkook can hear his voice from is the telephone.
"No!" Jungkook exclaimed loudly before taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh of annoyance. "Will you let me talk first? I'm trying to help you here—"
"Help me with what?"
Jungkook blinked once, twice before he inhales and exhales heavily. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, nodding his head after. The guy behind the glass window flinched when Jungkook suddenly banged his palm against the glass and glares daggers right into his face.
"Listen you fuck face, stop cutting me the fuck off while I'm talking, and listen to me!" Jungkook growled out through the telephone, sending shivers down the guy's entire body. The guy in an orange jumpsuit gulped before nodding his head.
Jungkook closed his eyes gently and let out a soft sigh, trying to subside his anger. He opened his eyes again after a few seconds and looks at the inmate before letting out the same sweet smile from before. Bipolar freak.
He showed the picture of the bungalow to the inmate before speaking, "I want you to go to this house every single night to spy over someone."
"Spy? That's it?"
"No."
Jungkook looks around him before drawing the telephone closer to his mouth and speaking in a low tone. "When you'll spy over the house, I'm sure you'll come across a short-looking silver head guy and a gray head man doing some. . .gay stuff," Jungkook affirmed and smiled sheepishly at the guy who was looking back at him weirdly.
"So, I need you to take some pictures of them when they're fucking. Or, or kissing will do too. Just some pictures where they're doing that couple-ie stuff, you know?" Jungkook explained as he shrugged his shoulder slightly and smiled up at the man.
The inmate stares at Jungkook for 10 seconds straight in silence before speaking, "You know, you're really a complicated man, Mr. Jeon." He let out slowly as he stares at Jungkook in amazement.
"And why's that?" Jungkook asked.
"You don't know the word simple, do you? You could've just said you want me to catch someone cheating but here you are making a big fuss out of it." The inmate said causing Jungkook to sigh loudly resulting in his shoulder slumping down.
"Well, I thought you were dumb." The blonde head deadpanned with a roll of his eyes.
The inmate scoffed. "I've robbed more houses than texas ever had and you call me dumb?"
"Yeah, that's why you're rotting here for 6 years." Jungkook sassed back.
"Just because I got caught once that doesn't mean I'm not qualified." The inmate snapped, slightly glaring at Jungkook.
The blonde head smirks and chuckled with a nod. "Exactly, that's why I'm here. If you agree to do my work perfectly according to plan, I promise to bail you out from this shit hole." Jungkook proclaimed which hits the inmate with a huge wave of shock.
"W-Wait, really?! Like you can bail me out of here four years before my official release?" The guy let out in surprise, eyes getting bigger than their actual size and his lips slowly stretching into a huge grin.
"Of course, I can. I'm a highly demanded lawyer though cheap people like you can't afford me so consider yourself lucky that I came to you out of all people." Jungkook asserted cockily, the corner of his lips tilted upward in a smirk.
The guy clapped his hands as he jumped over the ground like a puppy. Jungkook signaled the guy to place the telephone against his ear again who obeyed the blonde head immediately.
"You're going to get your bail in a few days because you can't spy over them from here, now can you? But—" Jungkook paused for a few seconds, emphasizing the word 'but' before leaning forward and sending a deadly glare at the inmate. "If you fucking dare to betray me after the bail, I'll fucking charge you with a murder case and will shove you back inside this shit hole again, but this time, instead of ten years, it's gonna be a lifetime prison," Jungkook warned the guy. Putting extra aggression into the word 'shove' as he pointed his index finger at the guy with a deadly glare.
"Looks like someone has trust issues. C'mon, Mr. Jeon, why would I betray you when you're helping me to get out of this prison in such an easy way?" The inmate reasoned excitedly and lets out an airy chuckle.
"You better not." Jungkook deadpanned.
"So it's a deal then. I promise I won't disappoint you." The inmate endorsed and shoot a genuine smile at Jungkook for the first time. The blonde head nodded.
"You'll get my number from your lawyer. Text me after the bail so that I can send you further information about the mission." Jungkook instructed in a serious demeanor. The inmate nodded as he listens to Jungkook attentively, getting serious too while holding the landline close to his ear.
"What's your name?" The blonde asked.
"Sungwoo." The inmate a.k.a Sungwoo replied.
"Okay then, Sungwoo. Fair well." Jungkook bids the inmate goodbye. But before he could put the phone down, Sungwoo spoke up again.
"Wait, wait, wait, if I get successful in this mission, am I only getting the bail as a reward?" The guy asked and smiled sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck when he saw Jungkook sending him looks.
The young attorney sighed before rolling his eyes in annoyance, "How much do you want?"
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Taehyung hums as his eyes roam over the dark brown wooden walls of the room. The room was average, not too small and not too big. A TV was attached to the wooden wall, a few meters away to the side above his head. Another single couch was situated at the corner of the room, right beside a few steps away from the couch he's sitting on right now. A coffee table stands between him and the empty single couch.
In the other corner of the room, there was a big, long window— not a window actually. It was more of a glass door for the small balcony. Beside the balcony door is situated a huge shelf of books.
Simple yet elegant.
Taehyung noticed that there isn't a single picture present in this room. The wooden walls are empty, shining with the reflection of the daylight.
"Taehyung?" The said male looks at the source of the voice and finally locks his gaze with his husband.
"You're suddenly here. Is everything okay?" Jimin asked his husband, he was sitting behind the large wooden desk, matching the walls of the cabin. A MacBook was placed over the desk along with some papers scattered over here and there.
Taehyung placed his elbow over the armrest of the single couch while his teeth slightly bite the nail of his thumb as he stares at Jimin with furrowed eyes. "Why? Do I have to come here only when something wrong happens?" He asked with a monotonous tone. One leg is placed over the other one's roof of the thigh.
"No, I didn't mean that—"
"Knock it off! I know exactly what you mean." Taehyung let out a sigh as he averts his gaze from Jimin and looks out of the balcony door.
"What do you mean?" Jimin asked as a nervous chuckle escaped through his plumpy lips right after.
Taehyung clenched his jaw while he stares outside of the balcony, eyebrows narrowed together in anger and annoyance. He trails his gaze back to Jimin and looks at the silver head with misfortune.
"How many more times are you going to lie Jimin? Don't you get tired?" Taehyung asked as a lump already slowly started to form inside his throat. But he remain strong and didn't let his emotions get the best of him.
Jimin tensed on his spot when he heard what Taehyung said. The nails of his fingers started to slightly scratch the wooden desk out of anticipation. But a smile, a forced, apprehensive smile still lingers on his lips to mask his anxiety.
"I-I don't know what are you talking about, Tae—"
"I don't think it's working out." Taehyung suddenly let out, taking Jimin aback by a huge wave of shock.
"What?" Jimin breathed out with creased brows. "What— what is not working?"
"You and me," Taehyung replied almost at an instant, face blank and his voice holds void of any emotions. Jimin just stares back at Taehyung with wide eyes like they'll come out of their sockets at any second. Heartbeat racing into his chest crazily.
"To make everything clear, I want a divorce, Jimin." It was hard, really hard for Taehyung to let those words escape through his lips but he wouldn't lie about how he felt a huge weight getting off of his chest.
He felt light.
Taehyung clenched his hands into two fists and tighten his jaw while he stares at Jimin's frozen soul with a straight face. But he can feel his vision getting slightly blurry though Taehyung will make sure to not let them roll down from his orbs.
"Taehyung. . ." Jimin breathed out.
"I'm sorry but I realized I can't do this anymore. Whatever is between us is giving me nothing except for pain." Taehyung mumbles out but it was loud enough for Jimin to hear every word clear as daylight. The CEO gulps before he smacked his lips together. "It's only suffocating me."
"But why all of a sudden—"
"All of a sudden?" Taehyung cuts off the older through his mid-sentence before even he could finish what he was about to say. "It's not all of a sudden, Jimin. You know, I know everything is wrong between us since day one of our marriage." Taehyung exclaimed as his voice slightly dropped into an octave low, lower than they were before.
His voice was basically vibrating through the silent cabin.
"I'm tired, okay? I feel suffocating around you and I fucking hate this feeling. Sometimes— sometimes, I even forget how to breathe." Taehyung asserted as he started to get overwhelmed by the sudden strong wave of emotions hitting him.
He felt like crying but he knows crying won't fix anything. It will only make him look more pathetic than he already is.
"So, just- just let's end everything—"
"I don't want to give you divorce." This time, it was Jimin who suddenly cut Taehyung off through his mid-sentence. Taehyung narrowed his eyes at Jimin as he was slowly getting frustrated.
Frustrated because he knows the motive behind Jimin not wanting to give him a divorce is definitely not the reason that he loves him or something, instead, it's something else that he's been foreign with and being kept under the dark.
"And what is the reason?" Taehyung asked as he stared at Jimin's beautiful face with a raised brow.
"There isn't any reason? Why would I want to divorce you? You're my husband—"
"Husband, right." Taehyung scoffed as his lips stretched into a smirk and he chuckled bitterly. Taehyung licked his lips and gazed forward at Jimin before speaking, "care to explain to your husband why you didn't come back home last night?" Taehyung asked, emphasizing the word 'Your husband' so that the meaning of the word will at least hit the older even in the slightest.
"It's because of some—"
"Don't even fucking give me your work excuses, Park Jimin," Taehyung growled out with a deadly glare. The mere mention of Jimin's last name caused the said guy to widen his eyes and his heart nearly came out of his throat by how fast it was racing into his chest.
"I called your assistant and he told me you left work at your usual time as always. Now don't tell me you happen to own another office somewhere in this city where you work your ass off?" Taehyung mocked the older who got completely speechless after listening to his husband.
"Taehyung—"
"I'm disappointed in you, Jimin." Taehyung yet again cut off his husband through his mid-sentence for the nth time throughout the whole conversation. Because he knows listening to Jimin is useless since all he's going to say is lie, lie and lie.
"I'm disappointed at how you're lying one after one like it's not a big deal. Just tell me the reason and I will sign the fucking divorce paper without any further arguments but why lie? Why are you lying like this? You're disgusting me." Taehyung slightly raised his voice while he gazed down at Jimin with rage and dismay lacing through his orifices.
Jimin looked down as he has nothing to say or defend himself with. He knew, he knew a day like this will come and he also knew he was not ready to face the situation. He can't handle the situation.
His lover did a big mistake letting him handle this situation all alone. Now Jimin even can't fight back because he's already drowning in the pool of guilt and dilemma. He's too sensitive to defend himself or fight back.
Taehyung sighed and shook his head from right to left with a look of disappointment when Jimin didn't say anything. A clear indication that he's feeling guilty and people feel guilty only when they did something wrong and they are aware of it.
The CEO suddenly stands up from the single couch and started to fix his ash-gray suit. "Right. I got my answer. I will send you the divorce paper." Taehyung proclaimed and turn around on his heels to leave when Jimin's voice stopped him again.
"I'm not going to give you any divorce. I won't, I can't." Jimin mumbles out still looking down.
Taehyung slowly turns around and looks down at Jimin's figure with a look of disbelief. "You won't?" He asked and Jimin responded with a shake of his head.
Taehyung clicked his tongue and drew his lips into a straight line before speaking, "Fine then, don't give me a divorce." The honey brown head said with a shrug as he slowly saunters towards Jimin's desk.
Taehyung stood before Jimin's huge wooden table and slightly bends down while placing one of his hands over the plain and polished surface as he gazed down at the silver head with his sharp foxy eyes, fierce with a hint of temptation.
"But I think you deserve to know that you were right. I'm fucking someone behind your back, and I'll fuck him again," Taehyung let out every word with his deep alluring tone that sends shivers down Jimin's spine resulting in every single hair of his body standing up like little thorns.
Jimin was left speechless after what he heard from his husband. He couldn't believe in his ears, his whole body was frozen on his leather chair, his blood started to turn cold and his eyes were as big as saucers. He was basically left dumbfounded with the new piece of information.
Taehyung restrain his hand from the desk and stand straight on his feet, "And you can't accuse me of cheating since I asked for a divorce but you refused. So you left me with no other choice." He warned his husband in a dark tone. His fingers buttoned up the blazer leaving only the first two buttons open.
"Divorce or not, It's over for me." And with that, Taehyung turns around on his heels again and walks out of the cabin, leaving Jimin completely tight-lipped and flabbergasted.
"Twenty-one."
"Twenty-two."
"Twenty-three."
After walking out of Jimin's cabin, Taehyung halted on his spot with a startled look when he saw a man was doing push-ups on the dirty ground beside a door of another cabin while Jungkook was sitting over his back.
"Please, Mr. Jeon. I can't do this anymore. My back is hurting, you're so heavy." Jackson cried out as he yet again did another push-up with his boss sitting on his back.
Jungkook gasped with wide eyes, offended. "Did you just fucking call me fat? Ten more push-ups for you." The blonde head deadpanned as he placed one of his legs over the roof of his thigh.
"Ugh, fuck no!" Jackson cried out in pain and exhaustion.
"Did you just curse at me? I'm adding ten more push-ups. Now you have to do twenty more." Jungkook declared to his assistant and sit more comfortably over his back who cried out loudly at the allegation.
Jungkook then started to feel someone's eyes on him and that's when he turned his head to the left and saw Taehyung standing there with his mouth slightly ajar, watching Jackson crying and begging under Jungkook who doesn't look like he was giving a flying shit about it.
"What you looking at? I'm punishing my assistant because he dropped the files and dirtied them." Jungkook said to Taehyung while staring up at the said guy blankly with his hands folded over his chest.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jeon. Even though I just dropped them not destroyed them, I'm still sorry. Please get off I feel like I'm going to die." Jackson wailed out as he did another pushup. His arms were shaking at this point, his face was red, and his bangs sticking to his forehead because of the sweat.
"That's what you get for upsetting me," Jungkook said in a low tone. Though it was intended for Jackson, he was looking at Taehyung deep into his eyes like it was actually meant for him.
Taehyung gulped and cleared his throat, it's like he also got the indication as well.
"Please, Mr. Jeon. I'm a human, not a fucking donkey to carry you like this." The guy shrieked while his shaky arms did another clumsy push-up.
"Well, you act like it though," Jungkook replied without any emotions or mercy for the guy under him as his eyes kept staring at Taehyung's face who was looking down at Jackson, stunned.
"Goddamnit! I'm sorry. Fucking forgive me already!" Jackson begged as he suddenly slumped over the dirty floor when his arms gave up. Jungkook furrowed his brows and gasped when he almost fell over his butt at the sudden action. "You fucking idiot!" He shouts at the now drained-out Jackson who was looking like he's on the verge of passing out.
Jungkook spanked Jackson's clothed butt harshly before speaking, "Fucking get up and do your push-ups or else you won't like the next punishment." Jungkook warned the guy in a demanding tone who shook his head tiredly while waving his hands in a 'no.'
"You know what? Just kill me, Mr. Jeon. Because I don't wanna live with my both arms being paralyzed." Jackson mumbles out as he breathes heavily over the ground. His cheek squished against the floor.
Jungkook glares at the back of Jackson's head before letting out a sigh of frustration (also defeat) and sits over Jackson's back while resting both of his elbows over the roof of his thighs, leaning forward. "Useless prick!" He grumbles out.
The blonde head looks at Taehyung again who got startled a little at the darkness radiating from the younger. So he decided to turn around on his heels and walk away.
Jungkook just stared at Taehyung's disappearing figure blankly.
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Jackson stares down at his car with a blank face for five minutes straight before he breaks down over his car and hugs it (well, he tried).
"My car!" Jackson cried out while hugging his car— more like laying over his windshield with his legs and arms spread widely in agony.
"My baby, Mr. Jeon wasn't mean to you like he was with me today, right? Are you okay?" Jackson cries dramatically while caressing his dear car gently with the pad of his fingers, like one wrong move and he'll break it.
And just like that, the man lays there over his car while caressing it, sweet-talking with it, sharing his emotions, and sometimes talking badly about his boss for being mean to him and his car while people were sending him weird looks when they enter the parking lot in search of their own cars.
Notes:
Realized how all the supposed 'bad boys' and 'Doms' are all submissive in this book. Take Jackson for example, he's such a baby boy here lmao.