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“Well?” Jin asked again impatiently as Namjoon tried to assess the situation. “I’d like to get out of this death trap sometime today, officer.”
Namjoon sighed without taking his eyes off the kitchen door. Beautiful or not, this man was incredibly frustrating. “I don’t see you offering any bright ideas,” he pointed out.
Jin’s answering smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Here’s one,” he said in a cringey sweet voice. “When planning to make an arrest, it would be incredibly helpful to remember to actually bring your gun along.” As if to punctuate the thief’s point, a stray bullet whizzed past Namjoon’s head that was slightly exposed and embedded itself in the wall behind the two men. Namjoon gritted his teeth; they needed to get to the kitchen, and soon.
The gunshots stopped again. Namjoon heard the unmistakable sound of reloading. He deduced that they both must have automatic rifles; it would take them about 30 seconds at least to finish reloading. If the two of them were going to escape, now was the time.
Namjoon looked at Jin urgently. “Follow me,” he whispered, moving into a crouch and heading for the back kitchen door, forcing the other man to follow him due to the handcuffs binding them together.
“Wait-” Jin started to say as he was jerked along, but he was interrupted by Yoongi.
The chef had stood up from his hiding place behind the counters and was currently regarding the two shooters with a hostile expression. “You know,” he drawled in an almost bored voice. “I really liked this location. Secluded location. Long, empty roads. Barely a customer in sight. I was hoping Jimin and I would be able to stay here for a few years at the least.”
“We just finished paying the mortgage, you jerks!” Jimin’s small voice whined from his hiding place behind the counter.
“Our condolences for the collateral damage,” the deep-voiced man said. As they moved silently towards the door, Namjoon caught a glimpse of the two men responsible for the attack. The one speaking had curly permed hair and a large box-shaped grin. His rather handsome face would’ve had a youthful and innocent glow, if not for the face tattoo of thorns winding from his neck all the way to his temple. He wore a black button up and a black suit, which made the red of the rose tattooed on the crook of his neck even more pronounced.
“I am gonna be expecting more than just condolences,” Yoongi retorted. “Tell your boss he’ll be getting a bill for repairs.”
“Of course,” the man with the rose tattoo conceded immediately. “We don’t want to get on the bad side of the boys of JM’s Diner. Your information network is unrivaled, after all.”
Namjoon recognized that tattoo pattern immediately. He was sure every detective across the country would be able to. That man was Taehyung, an infamous member of the Kims, a notorious mafia family operating deep in the underground. Drugs, trafficking, murder… this family was deeply involved in every major crime syndicate. And Taehyung was an especially important member of this family, right-hand to the boss himself. He was known for carrying out personal missions for the Kim family head with his brooding silent partner, Jungkook. When those two were sent after someone, nine times out of ten that person wound up dead in a ditch somewhere.
Namjoon glanced back at Jin in absolute horror. How had an identity thief wound up being a target of such a powerful enemy..?
But there was no time to worry about that now. Namjoon finally reached the door, Jin struggling to keep up with his arm in a weird angle behind him. The detective slowly pushed the door open a crack, just enough for the two of them to squeeze through. “Come on,” he said in a low voice, beckoning towards the exit.
“I said, wait a second!” Jin hissed. He was looking helplessly at the duffel bag that Yoongi had abandoned on the counter. “I need that!”
“We don’t have time-” Namjoon tried to say, but Jin was already pulling at his handcuffed arm.
“Trust me, we are gonna need-”
“No, what we need is to get the hell out of-”
“I swear to God, this is why I hate cops, you guys are so-”
“Well, excuse me for-”
The two stopped dead at the sound of the cocking of a gun on the restaurant floor. The quiet man in a suit, Jungkook, had successfully reloaded his rifle. His dark eyes scanned the restaurant, looking for signs of movement as he stepped through the shattered glass wall and into the diner. Taehyung, on the contrary, was still talking in an unhurried manner from the doorway.
“Forgive my partner Kookie for his haste,” he said to Yoongi with a boxy grin. “But our boss would really like to have a nice, long chat with Jin, so it’s important that we don’t let him get away. You understand, right? It’s just business.”
Yoongi didn’t smile back. “If you two muscle brains knew anything about running a business,” he began, crouching back behind the counter. “Then we wouldn’t be in this mess right now.”
From behind the counter, he pulled out a submachine gun. Jimin also popped up from his hiding spot with two hot pink .22 pistols in his manicured hands. “This is for ruining my damn diner!” he shouted in a shrill voice. “Do you know how long it took me to choose the tiles for this floor?!”
With that, Jimin and Yoongi unleashed a barrage of bullets in the two mafia members’ direction. Taehyung barrel-rolled out of the way and Jungkook ran to the side as he fired off his own rounds. The various cups and plates on the countertop exploded in bits of porcelain and glass that flew in every direction. Jin took advantage of the confusion in order to retrieve the duffel bag. He stood up quickly, dragging Namjoon up with him, and grabbed the bag from the counter. Namjoon then opened the back door and they quickly slipped into the kitchen.
The two escaping men barely had a moment to catch their breath before they were both forced to drop down to the ground to avoid more bullets, these no longer strays but aimed shots that had pierced through the wall.
“I saw movement from the kitchen door!” Taehyung barked at his partner. “They’re getting away!”
“Do you two really have the time to be worrying about other things right now?” came Yoongi’s calm voice as more bullet rounds echoed through the diner.
Namjoon urged Jin silently as they both awkwardly crawled along the kitchen floor towards the exit. “We need to get out of here quickly,” he whispered. “But how? My car is parked around the front, so that’s out.”
“We can take one of Yoongi’s cars,” Jin informed him. “There should be some keys on a hook next to the door.”
“Do you think we have time to go all the way back to the door?!” Namjoon demanded. “They could burst out at any minute!”
Jin chewed his lip, seeming to be hesitating over some kind of mental dilemma. Namjoon looked away quickly, trying not to be distracted by how hot he found the action. Finally, Jin huffed quickly and pulled Namjoon towards a random vehicle lined up in the parking lot. “Wh-where are we-”
“Now listen, officer,” Jin said as he set down the duffel bag and unzipped it quickly, rifling through its contents in a hurry. “Whatever you see next, please try to remember that I didn’t have a choice because we are being literally shot at.”
“What do you-”
“Also, grab that brick over there,” Jin ordered, interrupting Namjoon’s questions with an impatient outstretched hand. Namjoon silently complied and handed Jin a random brick that had been laying on the ground. Jin immediately lunged said brick towards the car, damaging the window and causing the alarm to start blaring. Then he wrapped a shirt around his fist and punched the window once hard, causing it to shatter. Namjoon stared at it in shock.
“What the-”
“Quick, get in get in!” Jin was grabbing the duffel bag off the ground and pulling frantically at Namjoon’s handcuffed arm and he unlocked the car door through the shattered glass, wrenching it open in a rush and then all but collapsing into the next seat over, landing Namjoon into the driver seat. “Okay, now hold on real quick..”
Jin unceremoniously reached between Namjoon’s legs and fiddled with the underside of the steering wheel, prying it open and then disconnecting two wires in order to reconnect them in a different manner that Namjoon swore his partner Hoseok had once told him was how criminals typically hotwired cars. Namjoon couldn’t remember exactly though, most likely due to the fact that Jin was practically laying on his lap as he fiddled with the wires that were very close to Namjoon’s crotch.
“Okay, start the car!” Jin yelled, and Namjoon awkwardly followed his orders, putting the car in reverse and hitting the gas pedal. They pulled out of the driveway and were rounding the diner just as Taehyung and Jungkook burst out of the back kitchen door, firing a few futile rounds before throwing their hands up in exasperation.
Namjoon watched them out of the rearview mirror and sighed in relief. But that moment was short-lived as he realized the situation he was in. He was a detective for Gods’ sake. How did he end up being chased by the mob with the very criminal he had been searching for weeks for?!
Jin seemed unbothered in the seat next to Namjoon, chuckling to himself as he settled back with his handcuffed arm propped up so they wouldn’t be too far apart. “That was a record time for hotwiring a car, if I do say so myself,” the blonde man remarked with a grin that Namjoon did not find cute. Or at least, he told himself he didn’t.
“You-”
“Are amazing?” Jin supplied, quirking an eyebrow obnoxiously.
“You threw a brick at the car window,” Namjoon finished lamely, honestly not sure what to say. He had just witnessed so much crime that it was kind of making his head spin.
“A brick you handed me, by the way,” Jin smoothly pointed out. “That makes you an accomplice."
“That is not how this works!”
Jin just shrugged. Then he groaned. “God, I’m starving,” he whined. “Let’s head to the next place so we can get some grub.”
“I am not taking you anywhere but the nearest precinct,” Namjoon retorted.
“I hope you realize that the Kim family has already bought out every police precinct in a 50-mile radius of here,” Jin countered. “You bring me there and we both get thrown in jail. Let’s just go to my hideout for now. It’s safe and there’s food. And it’s not like I can even try to escape anyways, not cuffed to you like this.”
Namjoon gritted his teeth; the man had a point.
“Plus,” Jin said, slowly looking Namjoon up and down. “You look like you need both food… and a shower.”
“...fine,” Namjoon relented. Even he could see that he was quickly running out of options. He had left his phone behind somewhere in the diner, so until Hoseok tried to reach him and noticed what was going on, he was pretty much stranded in another state and on his own. Following Jin to this hideout of his was his best bet,
“I knew you'd see it my way!” Jin said in a smug voice and turned on the radio. A CD automatically started playing and some K-pop girl group song Namjoon didn’t know came blaring out of the speaker. Jin started loudly singing along to it.
Namjoon rolled his eyes, but kept driving. He wondered how much longer he was going to be at the mercy of this infuriatingly beautiful man’s whims before he could turn him in and finally get his job back.
About an hour later (after enduring basically every song on every CD in that car as well as the fact that Jin had an attractive singing voice), the thief finally pointed towards a conspicuous building to Namjoon's left. “There! That’s it!”
Namjoon looked out the window and his jaw dropped. Jin’s supposed “hideout” was a damn five-star hotel! Namjoon watched in shock as several cars much nicer than the one they were driving, and definitely with no busted out driver side windows, turned left into the evenly laid gravel that served as the hotel’s roundabout driveway into the front door. He looked at Jin helplessly. “There is no way we are getting in there,” he said gravely. “Just look at us!”
“Yes, I’m trying not to,” Jin responded without missing a beat, eyes averting from Namjoon’s disheveled appearance. The detective felt an inexplicable hit to his pride and frowned at the beautiful blonde.
“Look, I may not be at my best right now, but when I try, I’ll have you know I am not that bad to look at and-”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure you're very handsome,” Jin interrupted dismissively. “Here pull into this side road and go towards the back!”
Namjoon pouted but did as he was told, steering the car away from the fanciful front entrance and taking a side dirt road around the back of the hotel. They entered what appeared to be the staff parking lot, easing the car slowly into a spot far away from the back door entrance. As soon as Namjoon shifted into park, Jin was already leaping into the back seat, his arm bent at a crooked angle due to the handcuffs. He opened the duffel bag and started digging through it once more, salvaging the shirt he had used to punch out the window as well as pulling out a pair of navy pants. He threw them in Namjoon’s direction over his shoulder.
“What do you want me to do with these?” Namjoon asked, examining the clothes. They looked like a uniform of some kind.
“Wear them, of course.”
“There’s glass bits all over the shirt!”
“Good,” Jin insisted, still digging through the duffel. He finally located and pulled out a shirt and pair of pants that were identical to Namjoon’s. “That will make our story even more believable. Now, hurry up and change!”
Namjoon sighed loudly, but even he knew he was out of options at this point. Never in his years as a police cadet, learning about the habits of criminals in the police academy, did he imagine he would be in the position where he would be getting this kind of first-hand experience with it. Namjoon thought longingly back to his messy desk in the cyber division department, where his only job was to crunch numbers and identify patterns. Even though it had been a demotion, he suddenly missed it. He wasn't cut out for this shit.
“Are you done?!” Jin demanded, popping his head between the seats. Namjoon jumped in surprise, still in the process of getting his original shirt off. The detective didn’t miss how the thief openly eyed his exposed chest and had to suppress and shudder.
“How did you even do that so fast?!” Namjoon huffed in annoyance. “We are literally cuffed together!”
Jin grinned suggestively at him. “Oh, dear officer. I am very good at taking my clothes off, no matter the position I’m in. I’ll have to show you some other time.”
Namjoon couldn't keep the blush off his face. He was probably red all the way to his ears. “N-no, thanks!”
Jin looked like he was going to say something else to further torture the taller man, but then he snapped his head in the direction of the back door. “We need to hurry,” he said in a lower voice. “Okay, I’ll teach you how to get the shirt off. Listen up, rookie.”
Not even fifteen minutes later, Jin had both him and Namjoon out of the car, carrying the duffel bag with one handcuffed hand while Namjoon held it with the other handcuffed hand. They walked briskly towards the back door, labeled “Staff Entrance”, and just as they got near it, the door opened suddenly. Before Namjoon could even register his surprise, Jin was already in character.
“Ah, man, you fucking idiot,” he grumbled at Namjoon, catching him off guard. “I know we needed to get here in time, but did you have to run into that other car like that?! Look at our car!!”
The door had been opened by another employee wearing a slightly fancier version of the uniform the two men had on, a white shirt with a tie and a navy blue jacket to match the pants as well as a flat navy hat. He had to be working in reception. Normally someone would look at the faces of people they pass in a familiar area, but thanks to Jin’s outburst, the employee immediately focused on the glass on Namjoon’s shirt, completely missing the opportunity to identify Namjoon’s face or the bag Jin was carrying. Then the employee peeked behind them, probably trying to locate the car with a busted window that Jin had mentioned. As he did that, Namjoon and Jin expertly maneuvered around the man and into the building, the door closing with a thud behind them. And now the employee would be able to see the damaged car and that would corroborate their story enough that he wouldn’t doubt that they belonged there. If anything, he would probably tell other employees about the story, making their alibi even more believable. And all of that with just one properly timed line said in a certain way…
Namjoon looked at Jin as he wordlessly walked beside him, and he couldn’t deny that little bloom of respect in his chest. Then Jin noticed him looking his way. He grinned smugly.
“Did ya fall in love with me a little? Too bad I don’t date cops,” he teased. Namjoon felt that same bloom from before instantly dry up and shrivel into nothingness. Nevermind; this guy was an ass.
They continued walking through the back hallways, Jin expertly leading them as if he had done this a million times before. Eventually, the interior started looking more and more lavish as they got closer to the main lobby for guests, with deep red carpeting and even chandeliers. Namjoon vaguely wondered if his search for the phantom thief would have been easier if he had considered this angle before. But really, what kind of criminal would use such a conspicuous place? He was absolutely certain that even one night in this hotel on the wrong credit card would have flagged the owner’s bank almost immediately.
“How did you end up using this place as your base?” Namjoon eventually whispered, unable to hold back his curiosity.
Jin gave him that familiar smirk. “I’ve got an inside guy,” he replied simply before turning them out into the lobby. “Now stay close and keep that pretty mouth shut.”
“What-” Namjoon felt his face flush.
“Shh!”
Jin took hurried steps towards an unmanned trolley, pulling Namjoon along. The thief unceremoniously dropped the duffel bag onto it and then signaled at Namjoon to push. The two men steadily pushed it towards the front desk where a handsome man with a welcoming smile and playful eyes was busy chatting up an older woman in a very expensive looking fur coat.
“Now, Mrs. Clark, you know I can’t leave this desk right now,” he was in the middle of telling the woman, eyes scanning his computer but also occasionally glancing up to both wink and scan the area. Namjoon could immediately tell this guy was the same breed as his partner, Hoseok; someone who could easily make a great first impression on any kind of person. “I’ve got a large guest party checking in an hour and Lewis will have my head if I’m not here on my best behavior.”
The older woman, who at second glance Namjoon noticed was wearing a very low-cut cocktail dress that revealed large breasts that she was forcefully pushing together with her arms, pouted at the man. “But Jackson,” she whined petulantly. “We never get to see each other anymore!”
“On the contrary, Mrs. Clark,” the man whose name was apparently Jackson said, an easy-going smile on his face as he twirled a pen on his fingers. “I think I saw you in here just last week. With your husband.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened in shock. Jin snickered beside him.
Unperturbed, the lady stepped closer to the desk, boldly laying her breasts directly onto it and batting her eyelashes. “Well, he’s not here today,” she whispered breathily.
Jackson looked the woman up and down with a knowing smile this time. “Well, it seems like our dear guest has a complaint she wants to discuss,” he said slowly, causing the older woman to giggle. “BamBam, could you take Mrs. Clark to my office? I'll be by to take care of her in an hour.”
“Aye aye, boss,” a younger bellhop with gangly limbs and bright red hair said as he suddenly appeared, graciously offering the lady his arm. “Right this way, ma'am.”
“You better be there in an hour, or I’m taking out my complaints on BamBam!” The woman turned, the bellhop guiding her but not before throwing a pleading look in Jackson’s direction. Jin continued to snicker.
Now that there was no one else at the desk, Jin nudged Namjoon and the two of them pushed the trolley forward. “You called for a luggage carrier?” Jin asked in a gruff voice that didn’t sound anything like him.
Jackson looked up in confusion at first, but then when he spotted Jin, the concierge simply burst out laughing. “What the fuck are you wearing?!” he exclaimed, holding his sides as he doubled over behind the desk. “Is that the uniform I gave you like last year? You look ridiculous! We don’t even wear that one anymore!”
Jin huffed, his ears going a bit pink at the top. “Are you done?” he asked in annoyance. “I’m in a bit of a bind, as you can see.”
“Oh, I definitely can,” Jackson said with a smirk, looking at their too-close-for-comfort arms. “Are you two… handcuffed together?!” Jackson looked Namjoon up and down with fervent interest. “Who is this guy? Are you two dating? Is this some new kink I don’t know about?”
Jackson then licked his lips and winked at Namjoon, who blinked in surprise. “Do you mind if I join?”
“Woah, back off,” Jin answered. “This one’s too shy, he wouldn’t be able to handle you, Jackson.”
“And just where did you find this… shy boy?” Jackson asked, wiggling suggestive eyebrows in the cop’s direction.
Before Namjoon could answer, Jin held up a dismissive hand at the concierge. “Backstory later,” he interjected, before switching back to the gruff voice from earlier again. “What room do you need us in, sir?”
Jackson coughed a bit loudly to hide another chuckle, but obediently turned back to his computer to check the room listing. Namjoon couldn’t help but notice that this little song and dance of theirs seemed a tad bit practiced. “Okay, looks like I’ll be needing you in room 713,” Jackson said, pulling a key card off the back wall. He tossed it towards Jin. “There’s a young daughter of a business tycoon staying there for two weeks, but she just called in to say she won’t be returning tonight. Must be quite busy with the impressionable young man she met at the golf course yesterday, if you catch my drift.”
Jin sighed. “Does anyone do anything but fuck in this place?” he asked dramatically in his original voice, causing Namjoon to jump in surprise. “Oh, don’t be such a stiff, officer,” Jin chastised.
“‘Officer’?” Jackson repeated, eyebrows raised in amusement. “This backstory just got a whole lot more interesting.”
“Save it,” Jin snapped. “I’ve had a long day and I need a shower.”
“And how do you two plan to do that?” Jackson asked with a casual glance towards the handcuffs.
“We’ll head to that room right away, sir!” Jin responded once more in his gruff acting voice, taking off and tugging Namjoon with him. They quickly piled into the employee elevator and Jin pressed the button for the seventh floor.
They reach the room and slip in without incident, Namjoon finally letting out the breath he was holding the entire time they had been pushing the cart down the hallway. Jin looked wholly unaffected, casually setting the bag down on the floor and looking around the suite while whistling some random tune Namjoon vaguely remembered from their car ride. “Not bad,” he commented. “A junior-level suite room, all to herself at that. She must be a well-loved, spoiled little daddy’s girl.”
Namjoon had no choice but to follow as Jin investigated the rest of the room, walking into the closet to inspect the clothes and accessories. There were all sorts of formal day dresses and not many casual outfits, which Jin suspected could mean the daughter was staying there in some sort of official capacity as well. Upon a closer look, there were also a few pristine, new men’s daytime suits hung up in the closet as well with matching shoes, perhaps gifts for the golf course lover she had. Jin grinned devilishly as he took one off the hanger and pressed it against Namjoon’s chest.
“Not the perfect fit, but it’ll do,” Jin hummed to himself. Namjoon looked at him incredulously.
“What are you talking about?!” he exclaimed. “Why would I need to wear this?”
Jin rolled his eyes, putting the unit back on the hanger and turning to check out the watches set out on the closet island, comparing each of them with Namjoon’s wrist. “What, you expect us to just strut around in these outdated uniforms until someone notices and we get caught?” Jin fired back pointedly. Namjoon hesitated. He had no rebuttal to that. “Exactly, so just do as I say.”
“And what exactly am I doing?” Namjoon asked with a grimace.
Jin smiled at him. “You're being my impressionable young side piece that I picked up at the golf course yesterday,” he answered with a smirk.
Namjoon let that digest slowly, looking around at all the formal day dresses as Jin moved closer to a pink dress to examine it. “And that would make you..?”
“Of course, that would make me daddy’s little girl,” Jin said in a mocking voice. He held up the pink dress to his body. “This might need a corset, but I think it could work. What do you think?”
“It’s… pink,” Namjoon finished lamely. Jin tsked at him. “It’s… nice?”
“Actually, it’s cranberry,” he corrected. “But that’ll do. Okay, now seriously I need a shower. Let’s go.”
“Wait, I'm going too?” Namjoon asked dumbly, following Jin helplessly as the blonde man stalked outside of the closet and made a beeline for the bathroom.
“Why? Do you have somewhere else to be?”
“You know that’s not what I- Hey!”
Once they walked into the large bathroom with a stand-in shower and a separate bathtub, Jin started to tear off his shirt, exposing his pale chest to an increasingly uncomfortable Namjoon. “Stop yelling, officer, the sound echoes,” Jin advised gently as he pulled the shirt through the hole of the cuff around his wrist and flung it fully to the ground. “Seriously, what are you so embarrassed about? We’re both guys, you know.”
“I know that, but you- you’re-”
“Well yes, I do acknowledge that I am a bit too beautiful for even men to gaze at,” Jin said with a dramatic sigh. “I fear gazing at my naked form might be too much for you poor eyes to handle. Let me see…”
Jin picked back up the shirt he discarded and moved to pull it over Namjoon’s head, blinding him. “Hey!” Namjoon protested again.
“Is that all you ever say?” Jin asked. “What is it now?”
Namjoon reached up to pull the shirt all the way down so he could see again, but then stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the unmistakable sound of pants being unzipped. Next, the shower water turned on and Namjoon felt himself being pulled in the direction of the running water, some of it even splashing on his cuffed hand and wrist as Jin apparently stepped into the shower.
“Ah, this feels like heaven!”
“Good for you,” Namjoon muttered under his breath.
“Don't worry, I’ll let you go next, officer,” Jin assured him. Namjoon shook his head.
“No way,” he said immediately. “You think I’m undressing in front of a criminal? You’re out of your mind.”
“Oh, right, how could I forget that I’m a dangerous criminal on the run for stealing money from gangsters,” Jin shot back sarcastically. “I deserve to rot in jail for the rest of my life.”
“Listen, from what I’ve just seen today, those aren’t your only crimes,” Namjoon retorted.
“Might I remind you, dear officer, that most of today’s so-called crimes are ones that you helped me commit?”
Namjoon gritted his teeth. “And when the time comes, I will be investigated as well,” he said slowly. “After I take you in!”
“Oooooor,” Jin said, the sound of the running water being cut off as he finished his shower. “We could become partners in crime, and run away together. I think we make a pretty good team, you know.”
Namjoon scoffed. “I already have a partner,” he snapped back, thinking of Hoseok. Had he tried to make contact yet?
“First Jackson, and now another guy,” Jin said with a huff of what sounded like genuine annoyance. “You sure do get around, don’t you?”
Namjoon blushed and stammered. “N-not like that! He’s my work partner!”
“Technically you’re my work partner right now too, you know,” Jin pointed out. “And not even so much as an attempt to flirt with me! I don’t think I’ve ever had someone not even look my way before for so long.”
“Wh-who said I didn't-” Namjoon started, but caught himself. Then he felt something grab his arm and he jumped back in surprise, but slipped on a wet spot and started to fall. “WATCH OUT!”
“What are you- FUCK!”
In his panic, Jin reached out for the shirt keeping Namjoon’s face covered with his free arm and pulled, only knocking the taller man further off balance. Namjoon, fearing that Jin would hurt himself, pulled the blonde man closer and tried to steer himself to fall on his back. They both landed with a painful thud, Namjoon seeing stars for a second as the impact caused a sharp pain in his back. He blinked a few times to shake the dizziness and then looked down. And then instantly regretted that decision.
Namjoon couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe as his eyes took in the sight before him that he had been trying to avoid seeing for a better part of the entire day. Jin was pressed on top of his body, completely naked and dripping wet, his blonde hair falling seductively around his face and perfectly framing his doe-like soft dark brown eyes along with those full, plump lips that looked good enough to eat. Jin stared back as well, eyes trying to veil his panic as the tips of his ears started to turn an adorable dusty pink from the sudden embarrassment. The detective really enjoyed the juxtaposition of his fierce attitude and easy to pinpoint signs of shyness. It coupled well with the other contradictions this mysterious man seemed to be full of.
“Um…” Jin broke the silence first, trying to shift and causing Namjoon to groan in a mix of pain and also probably something that he wasn’t ready to admit to himself right at that moment. “Is that your gun, officer… or are you just excited to see me?”
Namjoon closed his eyes, pretty sure he wouldn’t mind perishing right there.