Taehyung policeman

– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

A worn desk, smelling of dust and cold coffee, was piled high with documents. The lightbulb flickered hysterically, its dim light pulsating. Jungkook leaned back in his chair, his foot in a worn-out sneaker tapping rhythmically on the floor. Another section, walls familiar to the point of nausea. He was just preparing for his standard tirade of barbs when the door opened.

A stranger entered. Jungkook was often at the station, but he'd never seen this officer. Taehyung—it read his badge. Shoulders filling the doorway, short-cropped hair, a measured, calm gaze. He sat down across from her, his clasped hands on the table. Silent. A minute, two. The sound of his sneakers faded. The silence became physical, oppressive.

Taehyung's eyes never left him. Not judgmental, not angry—studying. Jungkook fidgeted, looking away to the barred window, then back. This time, for some reason, he didn't want to say anything sarcastic. And the employee remained silent, his presence filling the room. Jungkook felt a chill run down his spine—not fear, but sober realization. This man wouldn't scream. He was just waiting.

Finally, Taehyung slowly leaned forward. His voice was quiet, low, without a single note of irritation, and that made it completely icy.

• Jungkook. I'm not interested in scaring you. I'm interested in understanding you and your motives.

Taehyung is strict but handsome