𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃│𝐩𝐣𝐦

⁰│𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

|𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐬 P.O.V.; Busan|

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Jungkook strolled silently down the bustling street of his hometown, Busan, with a cup of hot chocolate in one hand, since he wasn't a face of coffee, because to him it was too bitter, and a shopping bag filled to the brim with clothing items for his girlfriend in the other. It's been a while since he's last seen her, so he decided to buy her a few gifts to make up for his absence.

He handed the bag of to his faithful friend, and right-hand man, Lucas Wong, who walked beside him down the sidewalk.

"Sir, don't you think it's about time we headed back? Your family will start to worry if we're out any longer," Lucas inquired.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as his friend, watching in amusement as pedestrians scurried away at the sight of them. Terror evident in their pathetic little faces which made him laugh.

Jungkook was a buff man with slicked back, black hair and rich brown eyes. Tattoos ran up his right arm and stopped at the base of his neck, from what others could see. Piercings decorated his ears along with his right eyebrow, now, and bottom lip. He had rings adorned his fingers and a gold watch draped over his wrist. A silver necklace that once belonged to his mother laid flat against his chest, hidden beneath his black t-shirt that fit him a little snug, accentuating his waist and muscular arms.

Lucas, compared to Jungkook, was more approachable looking. A gentle face with soft brown hair that was parted down the middle and sunglasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. He wore a simple black suit with the top two buttons of his white shirt undone, and nice dress shoes that were perfectly polished.

"Let them worry, I don't give a shit," Jungkook grumbled, turning the corner and heading down a different street. It was much quieter than the street he was previously on, in fact, it was too quiet.

He stopped in the middle of the street as his phone began to ring from his back pocket. He pulled it out, his fathers name flashing in hood letters across the screen.

He groaned and accepted the call, placing the phone against his ear as he answered, "What?"

"We found the mole," was all his father said before hanging up, the line going dead as Jungkook dropped his hand and slid the phone back into his pocket.

He pivoted in his spot, ready to sprint back to the car but his body froze up. His cup of hot chocolate fell to the ground, the drink going everywhere as his hands shot up in the air. A smirk pinched at the edge of his lips.

The pair didn't move an inch from where they stood as they were surrounded by officers dressed in black and blue.

Although this wasn't an ideal situation for Jungkook and Lucas, they couldn't help but feel a bit excited. Because after two years of playing cat and mouse with the police, they'd finally been caught.

Jungkook shook his head, knowing the exact words his cousin would soon scream in his face the minute he'd see her.

Lucas turned towards him, the look of she's going to kill us, written all over his face, and Jungkook couldn't help but sigh.

"Fuck."