Six years later, you reached an age where Leonardo DiCaprio breaks up with his girlfriend. Yes, you thought I right.
Age: 25
With a receiver in hand and other turning the steering wheel you accelerated the cop car at maximum.
"I repeat. The guy in black is taking right turn. Block him at the next intersection- Oh shi-"
The right side of this british car got crushed in so did your right hand broke into fracture. Using both hands you spinned the wheel, hardly managing to dodge the truck in front.
The body was injured, covered in red and bruises. With heavy breathing you looked in the side mirror, glancing at the truck in back. What a relief! Atleast you weren't an end game.
"Are you listening!?"
"Speak yourself, Kim." You pressed the peddle more and overtook other vehicles to chase after the criminal.
"Don't take risky decisions on your own. He's dangerous, you need backup."
"No! If we leave him today, we'll never get the bank money back. Now come on, Ass-guard, show your moves."
"I could see you winking in the words, Y/N. And stop calling me ass-gurad. It's Asgard which is a hypothetical place. Moreover, it's not Marvel. Get back to work."
"Roger that."
Increasing the speed you stead the car parallel to the target. You fired bullets into his tyre, window and the last one strikes his forearm. He hissed in pain as the car lost its balance and got crashed into a jewellery shop a the corner.
Thankfully, it was closed.
He limped out, carrying a duffle bag and a gun in his other hand. All the cop have surrounded him. Siren echoing in the area.
Namjoon, the brave, ran to take the man in hold. The criminal stumbled a few steps before pulling the trigger and firing at cops. The last bullet penetrated you in the guts.
Following the momentum you fell on the ground, watching Namjoon hurriedly approaching while the robber was arrested.
"Y/N, wake up!! Call the ambulance. We need a doctor!"
And you shut your eyes.
When you woke up, the plain walls of hospital came in the view. Blinking one and two, you hissed when tried to sit up. It was impossible to move in a plaster around the hand and brain banging bandage around the guts.
The door opened by a man dressed in white coat and stethoscope around his neck, strolling towards you along with a nurse. A nurse helped you sit up and your eyes widened on seeing the once stripper.
"I'm handling your case, Lieutenant Kim Y/N. I'm Dr. Kim Seokjin."
"Have we met before?"
"Yes, we did and I think you know where." He winked. "I used to do it to pay my fees. That's how I became a doctor. Don't judge my skills based on profession I took. Sometimes I did it for fun, sometimes because of poverty."
He placed his stethoscope on your chest and heard the heartbeat. He stepped back and sighed,"You need to rest for a month for recovery."
You nodded, trying to avoid the awkwardness.
The door again slides and Namjoon came in. He was carrying his cap in hand, dressed in uniform in the button down shirt and a harness.
"Is she okay?" was his first question. Seokjin nodded. "Yes, she is but needs to be kept under supervision. If I'll be out my junior would be here, so there's nothing to be worried about."
"I understand."
The doctor takes a leave. Namjoon sits next to you and held the fine hand. "How are you feeling?"
"Bitch beaten." You laughed.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "You did a nice job so the department has provided you leave of three weeks. One day more and they'll deduct your salary."
"I know. It's how the corruption works." Rolling your eyes you saw him standing up when a missed call arrived. He said," I have to go back to station. You know, work call."
You hummed as he exited the room. After eating breakfast you again took a nap that lasted till the afternoon.
In the noon the nurse again came back to clean your wounds, flattering about the Junior assistant doctor on behalf of Seokjin.
You ignored her chatterbox like Kanye's opinion on politics.
When you were distracted in the injury a silhouette arrived with a clipboard having your data. His wide teary eyes looked up to see you in utter pain.
"Y-Y/N?"
Like a 440 Volt passing through every nerve fibre of the body you shivered to match his orbs. Those alluring eyes which broke you apart. Jungkook.
Slow steps hitting the floor with the heels of shoes as the only thought rans in your mind were 'don't be immature' and 'handle it maturity.'
"Out!"
The nurse flinched. He acted childish. There was no need to ask her go unless he wanted to talk a private talk.
You could see his bloodshot eyes piercing right into your eyes with equal intensity. She exited the room as he stood right next to you, slowly bending to sit on a chair.
Jungkook was equally shocked, not only you met after years but also because you were badly injured as a cop.
No words came out of you. Neither of you talked as he checked you out. A crimson tint was all over he face with glistening eyes that had longed as if since ever.
When it was done he said," You'll recover fast. Take food and meds on time."
That's all he said before he left. You knew he wanted to say a lot but words just never left.
After three hours, in the evening, Seokjin came back to you with a frowned face, annoyed, crease visible on his face. He mumbled," I cannot believe he fought me for this case. Here."
He gave you a slip. "From now onwards, Dr. Jeon will attend you."
"What? No! But why? "
"Even I don't know. I just came back from a seminar and the order was passed onto me. I had an immediate upgradation to VIP patients. Btw he's good in it, so no worry."
"You don't understand. Please, anyone but him. Just not him!"
"Why?" The third voice was hoarse. It was a broken plea but stern. Equally exposed and unguarded, beating heart served on a platter. "Why not me?"
"Oh hey Jungkook. I was just telling her about the swap." Seokjin bobbed his head towards you.
"I heard it. Can you give us a minute?" said Jungkook. The evident confusion on Seokjin's forehead caught the daggers of glares that you threw on the third person.
Predicting the tension between you both Seokjin exited, door slamming shut.
"Answer my question. Why not me, Y/N? What's the problem?" He was calm but the urgency to know the answer was there.
"You know it very well." You glared at him when he sat on the bed, next to you.
"No, I don't." He slipped his hand under the blanket, creeping up the leg as a lone tear fell from his eyes. His nails sometimes grazed hard, sometimes rubbed the skin in circles.
When he leaned forward you gulped, hard. "Am I making you nervous?" His voice was teasing you. "What are the odds that we met at a place far from home.."
"It's coincidence, otherwise our stars doesn't collide."
"They have and always will." His hands caressed the inner thighs. That's when you snapped. Twisting the wrist of a doctor was done by an injured cop, similar to a wounded lioness.
He groaned. Definitely would but his tears won't break you.
Again.
"Suck it up, doc. Your arrogance is bitter." You yanked him off.
Massaging his swollen wrist he smirked. "But you always swallow it like a good girl."
The blood rushed up in the head. You were boiling because his words were getting under your skin. Why were you letting him have his way? His words shouldn't affect you but they were.
"Please leave, I don't talk to prude." You leaned further, so close that only an inch was separating his lips from yours.
He was tempted.
Only a little gesture from you edged him to infinite. Lust had darkened his orbs while his lips parted to exhale.
Smirking back you pulled back. Nodding your head to the door. He came back from his daydream, totally devasted.
"You're still a reckless woman."
"You're still a prude." You replied.
He rolled with sleeves with raised eyebrows. Your eyes lingered on the prominent veins that ran throughout his hand had exploded a batch of butterflies in the stomach. But then you reminded yourself who he was.
The golden light of sunset glowed your face like caramel. Oh fuck! He wanted to taste you. Yet sex was the last thing he wanted. The first priority was to apologize but you weren't ready to listen. He had to make you stay.
Grabbing your jaw with one and holding the free hand with other he said," Don't make it hard Y/N. The problem here is you. You don't want to listen."
".. Listen to what! Your explanation or excuse."
"You don't know." He connected his forehead with your, eyes staring back.
"Neither you. You don't know what I went through."
"That's the question. If I was just a neighbour then why did you left? Did I became someone close to you that you avoided me like an ex? What's my life got to do with you?"
He pecked your check as you sobbed,"Exactly. It had nothing to do with me yet I wished it had."
His eyes widened and so did yours. Sometimes getting emotional dig out the buried unconscious statements.
What did you just said? Was it even you!? Heck, it wasn't. It came out in flow.
But he didn't cared. He saw the bare truth and grasped the hope.
He slammed his lips on yours in a rough, hard and possessive obsession.
