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A short #jikookAU in which JK is assigned to kidnap the president’s son & nation’s sweetheart JM from a charity gala and fails.
After the failed attempt, he rips the van door open, throwing himself into the passenger seat, before slamming the door shut with frantic urgency. His breath comes in quick, shallow gasps, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He really fucked up this time.
"Drive!” he shouts, voice strained with panic. His partner TH looks at him from the driver’s side, eyes wide with confusion. “But—Where is he?! PJM? You were supposed to get him!” “I let him go, okay?! Now drive!” JK's voice rises an octave, desperation seeping through.
"You WHAT?!” TH gapes in disbelief. “I let him fucking go! Fucking drive!" “Why?! Boss is gonna be livid!” “Because shit got weird!” TH frowns. “Why weird?” JK groans and throws his gloved hands in the air. “Well… I had him cornered, like planned. But he fought back.”
“And?!” “I didn’t expect such a tiny thing to fight!” “So he beat you?!” TH’s brows shoot up in surprise, his gaze wandering over JK’s obviously unharmed form. JK rubs his face, embarrassment making him flush with heat. “Not exactly,” he mumbles.
“Well, what happened?!” TH presses impatiently. “And where is he now?" “Well, we were throwing punches. A completely normal interaction.” “Yes.” “And my hand ended up around his throat. You know, as hands tend to do when you fight someone.” “Okay.” TH still looks confused.
“And then he looks me dead in the eye, like staring straight into my fucking soul, and says ‘HARDER’.” “ …. ” “And I’m looking at him like, excuse me?” “......And that’s it? Then you just let him leave?!” “Uh…” JK fidgets with his hands in his lap.
“Then we actually… we kinda kissed, I guess?” “You WHAT?!” TH’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head. “And then he apparently remembered that I was trying to kidnap him and freed himself and told me he’d call the cops on me.”
“And you stopped him, of course?” TH’s voice is hopeful, almost pleading. JK shakes his head. “He couldn’t do it. He said he has anxiety and doesn’t like talking on the phone.” TH stares at him. “JK…” “And he asked me if I could call them for him.”
“And you did?!” “He has anxiety!" JK tries to defend himself. "What was I supposed to do?!” “So the cops are coming?!” TH’s voice reaches a high pitch. “That’s literally why I told you to fucking drive when I got here!”
TH doesn't need to be told again. He slams his foot on the gas pedal, the car screeching away. - end -