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The officer is honestly harassing him; he can confirm this by the cold attitude he receives when he’s shoved into the cruiser with no gentle press of hands.
No the hands are rough and forceful. He doesn’t even seem apologetic as he slams the door shut behind Jimin, moving to the driver’s side and situating himself inside the cruiser.
Jimin’s hands twitch from where they are positioned behind his back, the cool constraint of the cuffs locked tight around both of his wrists. He’s glaring through the window between them, and he actually achieves brief eye contact with the raven haired man.
His features are far too boyish, too young, and the criminal is pondering to himself whether or not he should question the man’s authority over someone like him. Their gazes break and he scowls at him despite him not paying attention anymore.
The drive to the station is irritating because the officer takes his dear time, knowing that Jimin can’t do anything but sit there obediently until he’s taken behind bars. He is diligent in nature, however, testing the cuffs with a small tug. It only has him gritting his teeth together with distaste, and the officer seems to notice his grouchiness.
He even appears amused with his distraught expression, swerving the cruiser on purpose to send Jimin barreling into one side from his small frame sliding one direction then the other across the seats. Jimin’s face is red and he looks as if he might combust at any second.
And the fucking officer just grins, hand on the wheel. Asshole. Luckily for him though, Jimin is entranced by how brilliant that same grin is since he’d been watching him, and he dips his head down with his own forming smile. The younger man seems to notice too, because he chuckles in a low timbre.
His grin even broadens. Oh, he thinks he might know how to charm this one out of releasing him earlier than usual. Jimin is smirking then as he keeps his head bowed, bangs falling into his eyes to conceal that glint in his eye.
A few minutes later Officer Jeon parks his cruiser outside the front of the station, returning to that poised stance of his like he is showing off his ability to command others to bend at his every demand. Jimin, however, isn’t one to let others rule over him that easily.
He keeps his expression set for at least fifteen seconds before the officer is hauling him out of the cruiser with a tight grip on his shirt. Instead of leading him ahead like he’s supposed to under a watchful eye, the younger is shoving him forward and hassling him around as if he’s someone he can toy with.
Jimin’s eyes skim over his name badge when he gets the chance. Officer Jeon. Well, alright then Officer Jeon. Keep pushing him around like he’s only a sack of bones. The shorter male is so much more than that.
It’s then that he feels that titan-like grip closing around his arm, the taller man dragging him past the front door and into the entryway, then down halls and towards the holding cell. He stops by his desk in the room and snatches the cell’s keys, which Jimin has his eyes glued on.
“Mind if I take those when you’re done, angel? I’ve kind of got somewhere to be in the next couple of hours and—” He gets cut off by the other man’s wintry tone.
“Shut up and get in the cell.” Jimin is taken aback by how bold the taller is, his brows going to his hairline as he takes a small step back to give him a judging once over. He had some attitude, for sure.
“Righto,” Jimin waits for him to unlock the door then slips past him without another word, pouting as he hears the sure click of the lock going back into place when the hatch shuts. He’d just stepped inside and didn’t get a chance to look at the officer’s face again, because by the time he’d turned around, the man was gone.
The older starts to pout more before he realizes the officer had forgotten to take off his handcuffs. “Uh Officer—”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” He hears from somewhere inside the room, and Jimin angles his head to the right to peer around the very corner. In the far spot of his vision he can see the younger settling down behind his desk.
“But—”
“Shut up.”
He stays quiet for at least ten minutes before he clears his throat. It’s evident he’s gotten under the man’s skin because he is growling under his breath, probably muttering something when he pushes to his feet - his chair scuttling across the floor.
Officer Jeon is standing in front of him a few moments later, boring holes into him, and Jimin simply grins as sweetly as he can up at him. “Hi.”
“Do I need to tape your mouth shut?”
“Well no it’s just that I’m afraid you have forgotten something…” Jimin turns to his side to bring his attention to the cuffs.
Except this Jeon guy doesn’t really budge, just delivers a hard stare to him. The older has to clear his throat again, gesturing with his head now.
He hears the jingle of keys in the other’s palm and glee fills the criminal. This is his chance! He waits until the hatch is only beginning to open before he bursts forward with the intent to escape. Jeon is much quicker and stops him in his tracks by gripping him by his upper arms, steering him back into the wall closest to the cell.
The officer looks pissed, eyes forming into slits when he glares down upon Jimin who is struggling to get free. Before he can even blink, his feet are off the ground and he yelps with surprise at how effortlessly he’s spun up into the air.
Jeon’s thrown him over his shoulder and before he can even wrap his head around the situation, he feels a hard smack on his ass. The force of it stings and he gasps, jolting against the other’s back and wriggling around immediately.
“H-Hey!” He’s never been manhandled so readily before and it has him flustered, still fighting the officer even as he is thrown back into the cell with his cuffs still left on. Jimin huffs loudly, feline-like eyes narrowing at the retreating officer who goes back to his desk to probably read up on his files.
“I’ll get out of this, you know!” He shouts up at him, face flushed a prominent pink.
For the hundredth time though, he’s ignored and it starts to really bother him. The kid’s smarter than he looks.
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A couple of hours have gone by; Jimin’s beyond parched with his mouth dry, and him trying to swallow whatever amount of saliva he produces. It’s the only source of hydration he can get in this stuffy cell, and he has found that he likes to sit directly in front of the cell.
It’s because he can hear Officer Jeon flipping papers, sorting files everywhere and then there’s the typing on a laptop. Jimin presses his forehead against one of the bars of the cell’s door, panting a little as he becomes to get desperate for some sort of way out of getting dehydrated.
“C-Can I have a sip of water or somethin’-”
No answer.
He scoffs and restlessly knocks his head against the metal bar. “How are you gonna question an unconscious culprit? Thought you were smarter than this, officer.”
Another dreadful hour passes and right as the clock dots at 8:05pm, he hears the scratching of chair legs on the floor again then the telltale footfalls nearing his cell. Jimin is back to being attentive, having attempted to nap earlier and failing.
His head lifts as soon as he sees long legs in front of the door, offering Jungkook that signature, charming smile of his. It doesn’t help him at all, because Jeon is yet again careless in the manner that he pulls him to his feet and guides him out of the cell to sit down in the seat directly in front of his desk after undoing his cuffs.
Jimin is half tempted to try and flee again, but this time Jeon would expect that and the criminal isn’t really keen on pursuing the same action with the repeated result. He recalls his earlier idea of coming off alluring and coy.
Not like it won’t do him any worse than the crime he’s already committed. “Wanna hear somethin’ funny?” His lips curl into a smirk, but the look Jeon is giving him when he sits down behind his desk reads as ‘I’m going to strangle you’. He goes ahead and tells him anyway.
“One time during sex I suddenly stopped and didn’t move. The guy was like, “What are you doing?” and you know what I told him? “Hush, I saw this on Pornhub. It’s called buffering.” He didn’t ever show up to my apartment again.” Jimin’s eyes are gleaming with amusement as he leans over across the desk a little, grinning up at the officer.
The officer just returns a blank stare to him before he smacks him over the head with the files in his hand. “You are 22. Your name is Park Jimin, you’ve been under arrest for theft not once, but five other times for the same thing. You steal wine from all over, from whatever store that suits you.”
Well, that’s one way to interrupt someone from telling a dirty joke. Jimin blinks several times, recovering from the somewhat gentler blow coming from the obviously strapping young man. “Sure yeah, but you suit me too.” His teeth are showing this time when he grins criminally.
For once, the officer’s expression actually moves. Like his stony features mold into something of shock and then there’s that slight blush dusting his cheeks— Aha! Jimin’s got something out of him. He leans forward more until their faces are inches apart. “Wanna hear another joke?”
Officer Jeon doesn’t look interested in the slightest, but somewhere deep down the older knows he’s captivated by what he’s going on about. “What do you get when you jingle a man’s balls?” There’s a pause filling the air between them, and Jimin times it just right before the man opens his mouth.
“A white Christmas.” The officer scoffs then, dismissing the conversation with a shake of his head and flipping through a page or two that he hastily reads over before fixing his stare on Jimin again.
“From 2014 to now, you have committed this crime without any regrets. Why did you do it in the first place?” Jeon is trying to interrogate him, but all Jimin can think about is pushing him over his desk and kissing him senseless. Damn was he hot.
He settles for propping his elbows up on the desk, hands placed on either side of his face when he smiles so cutely, so purely. “I’m still young, Officer Jeon-ssi.”
“I have evidence from surveillance cameras here on my laptop.” The younger taps on the touchpad of his macbook several times before turning the screen to him, playing each video out with screenshots of some of the frames of the man sneaking the wine bottles under his shirt.
Jimin runs a hand down his face, then stressfully rakes that same hand back through his hair. Fuck, he was such an idiot. Though he loves how the younger sounds like he’s scolding him for what he’s done. That tone of voice was enticing.
“Very crucial evidence, as you can see.” He states matter-of-factly.
The older just starts hiking his foot up the other’s leg under the desk, smirking evilly across from him. He hears the sharp intake of breath then his own leg is kicked away, the officer seeming far too flushed in the face. “You were an adult then, and you are an adult now. So charges will be held against you.”
“I’d rather you be held against me, angel.” Jimin licks over his plump lips, watching the younger’s gaze follow the path of his tongue. He’s got him hooked for sure.
Yet Jeon keeps his voice firm and his entire aura professional. What the fuck. “Are you even at all ashamed for any of this?” Of course he isn’t. He loved his alcohol, and he really loved this raven-haired boy.
“Well it wasn’t me so, so sorry. You have the wrong guy,” Jimin tells him with a kind smile, finally reading the officer’s full name on his desk.
“Do you realize how much trouble you’re in, Park Jimin?” Jungkook interjects.
“I’m not in trouble, you are deaf! I just told you I didn’t do it,” The older slaps his hand against the desk.
Jungkook clearly doesn’t like his behavior and continues to push. “Why did you continue to commit the same crime?” His stare sends electricity down the other male’s spine, almost forcing a shiver out of him.
All Jimin does is rub his hands together, feigning innocence as he speaks, “You know, the guy’s habits seem quite scary. What he’s done is clearly unlawful.”
Jungkook draws out a heavy sigh, pointing accusingly at him. “You will rot in prison for 5 years if you keep on lying like that.”
“5 years? 5 years is too much!” Jimin gasps, eyes going wide. He then pats the desk more faintly this time, avoiding the other’s pinning gaze. “Y-You have to reduce that…”
“Sorry, I’m not reducing any of your sentence.” Jungkook leans back in his chair, arms folded across his chest as he continued to observe Jimin’s now panicky behavior.
The smaller male frowns, lines creasing on his forehead at just how hard he does so. “Please?”
“No.”
He falls back in his chair, sighing defeatedly as he runs his hand back through his hair again.
That is until he hears an unfamiliar accent presenting this to him, “Unless you would like to make some sort of deal.” He is probably way too eager at how he sits up with undivided attention, eyes locked on Jungkook’s.
“Yes, please, anything…”
Jungkook eyes him up and down, lip caught between his teeth. “Fuck me.”
He’s never rounded a desk so fast in his life.