The Seventh Precinct 11
summary. As a newly transferred Detective you join into the Seventh Precinct, Expecting professionalism, structure, and a chance to prove yourself. What you actually get instead is one scooter crash, a group of the most handsome detectives in the department , and Jeon Jungkook—tattooed, cocky, annoyingly hot, and apparently allergic to you.
pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader
genre/warnings: coworkers x lovers ,slight rivals to lovers, budding romance, crack, slow burn, smut
chapter warnings: morning after love fest, whiny jk, peach gummy king,Nosey ass officers, HR Threats, Legendary Hoodie, Mild smut, Unprotected sex, Tooth rotting fluffy ending
word count: 5.2k
authors notes: SURPRISE! its finally here. this is so bittersweet to post the ending. This is like my first full fic and im really proud and so thankful for everyone who has read and enjoyed. I hope you guys enjoy and I am so sorry it took me forever to post this. I get really busy during the school year but thankfully im close to the break. one more day. I owe you guys an extra mini chap of this fic hopefully coming soon! Let me know what you guys think <3
Episode Eleven: Precinct Confessions
< previous episode
Jungkook’s apartment was always clean. Obsessively so. Even after a night out, he’d stumble in and still fold his clothes before bed. No dishes in the sink, no clutter, no shoes by the couch.
This morning, though, the floor was a warzone of formalwear. His dress shirt. Slacks. Your black dress, crumpled in a corner like a casualty.
And for once, Jungkook couldn’t care less.
Because this morning, he woke up with his arms wrapped around you- his girlfriend.
He smiled into your hair, breathing you in as your chest rose and fell against his. The events from the night before blurred into something warm and glowing. The music. The lights. Your lips on his. The way you’d kissed him in front of everyone like he was yours.
Because he was.
No more sneaking kisses. No more trying to hide feelings behind sarcasm or fake fights. No more maybe-this, maybe-that. You were his. And he was yours.
Last night, the second you walked through his front door, it was like gravity took over. Words could wait. Clothes couldn’t either.
But now this…
The morning after, wrapped in his arms with sunlight peeking through his curtains and the echo of your laughter still playing in his mind. This was what he really wanted.
He leaned in, placing light kisses along your jaw and cheek, grinning as he tried to wake you gently.
It backfired almost immediately when you swatted at his head.
“Ow, baby,” he groaned dramatically.
You blinked your eyes open, still half-asleep. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to kiss my girlfriend awake,” he grinned, rubbing his forehead. “You know… romantic shit.”
You rolled over, pressing your back to his chest again. “Next time kiss my mouth. I thought you were a fly.”
He gasped. “Do flies exclusively avoid your mouth?”
“No,” you said, hiding your smile, “but I wanted a kiss.”
He chuckled, already leaning in. “That can definitely be arranged.”
His hand gently guided your chin toward him and he kissed you, slow and sweet, like he could live in this moment forever. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against your temple.
“Hi,” you whispered.
“Hi,” he echoed, smiling into your skin.
“Guess what?” he said in a mock-dramatic voice.
“What?”
“We’re dating.” He pulled you impossibly closer with a smug grin. “Officially. I have the receipts.”
You smirked. “Mmm… did you actually say the words ‘Will you be my girlfriend,’ though?”
He blinked. “Seriously, babe?”
You burst out laughing, shaking your head. “Nope, we’re absolutely dating. I’m dating the hell out of you, actually.”
His eyebrows quirked, one hand sliding down to your hip. “Is that so?”
“Very much so.”
He squinted, mock-serious. “I seem to remember someone saying I don’t date cops. Ring any bells?”
You poked his side, making him scrunch his nose. “Some rules were made to be broken, Jeon Jungkook.”
His heart kicked in his chest at the way you said his name.
He leaned forward, kissing you again, softer this time. “It’s too early for me to be this into you.”
You just smile, feeling completely at peace in his arms.
You’re not really sure how long you’ve been lying there, tangled up in Jungkook. All you know is that it’s Saturday, the precinct is someone else’s problem today, and your very clingy, very shirtless boyfriend is wrapped around you like a koala.
“I still can’t believe you wore the dress Jimin said I liked,” he mumbles into your neck, pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw.
“It was just a black dress, Jungkook,” you yawn, smiling. “That’s like half my wardrobe.”
“Not the point. I loved that one,” he says, now trailing kisses along your shoulder. “It made your butt look insane.”
You roll your eyes, but he just tightens his grip like a human weighted blanket.
“I’m serious,” he mutters, “My girlfriend looked so hot.”
“You’ve said that like seven times this morning.”
“Not enough.” He kisses your cheek. “Girlfriend.”
“You’re going to get tired of calling me that.”
“Never,” he says instantly. “It feels so good saying it. Like… mine.”
His fingers draw lazy circles on your waist, and you melt a little.
“Anyway,” he continues, peeking at you through half-lidded eyes. “You still owe me an answer.”
“What?”
“You said I never asked you to be my girlfriend. That was cold, by the way.”
“I was joking!”
He pouts dramatically. “Still. You broke my little heart.”
You smirk, reaching over to cup his face. “Fine. Make it official, detective.”
Jungkook blinks, like you just asked him to propose.
“Wait. For real?”
“Dead serious.”
He clears his throat, trying not to grin too big.
“Okay. Y/N…” he says, clasping your hands like he’s about to recite his vows, “Will you do me the great honor of being my girlfriend?”
You gasp, pressing a hand to your chest. “Jungkook! This is so sudden! But… yes. A thousand times yes.”
He immediately rolls on top of you, showering your face with kisses like a starved man. “My girlfriend, my girlfriend, my girlfriend-”
“Alright, relax.”
“I won’t. You’re mine now and I need to make it very clear to the world. Starting Monday. Promise me we’ll tell the squad?”
You wrinkle your nose. “Must we?”
“Yes. I need full legal acknowledgement of my boyfriend status. I want Jin to cry. I want Taehyung to owe someone in the betting pool.”
You giggle. “Fine, I promise.”
“Say it.”
You sigh dramatically. “I, Y/N L/N, solemnly swear to tell the nosy, ridiculous, and gossip-fueled 7th Precinct that I’m officially dating Jeon Jungkook—our very own Golden detective.”
He beams. “Close enough.”
A moment passes. Then…
“You never call me anything cute,” he whines, nuzzling against your shoulder again. “I want a nickname.”
“You already have one. Jungkook.”
“That’s my government name. Babe me. Do it.”
You snort, clearly not taking this seriously. “Okay, fine. Baby star candy.”
“...What?”
“Honey bunches of oats.”
“Babe.”
“My little ghost pepper.”
“Babe.”
“Okay, okay. Babe.”
He exhales, pleased. “I like that one.”
You kiss his nose. “Of course you do, babe.”
He tightens his hold on you again, completely smug.
“I could stay in bed with you forever,” he murmurs.
“You just might,” you smile. “I don’t think you’re letting me go.”
“I’m not,” he says easily. “You’re stuck with me now.”
And honestly? You wouldn’t want it any other way.
The morning sun had long since risen, but you and Jungkook didn’t move from bed until close to noon. Between the cuddling, kisses, and the very serious discussion about how early was too early to make pancakes, it had taken a while.
Jungkook’s hand found yours as he dragged you into the kitchen, both of you still in sleepwear, his t-shirt hanging off your frame, his sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips. He was humming some random song under his breath, swaying you around like you were dancing in a rom-com. And honestly? It felt like one.
“Chef Jeon at your service,” he says, flipping a pancake with flair. “I’ve made exactly three breakfasts in my entire life. You’re witnessing greatness.”
You’re sitting on the counter, sipping coffee and watching him with a dreamy smile.
“You’re so cocky,” you say.
He turns to wink. “And yet so talented.”
You laugh, hopping down. It’s all easy. Everything flows like you’ve been doing this together for years.
While the pancakes are cooking, Jungkook slides behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing your neck softly. “I love this,” he mumbles. “Us. Like this.”
You reach back and run your fingers through his hair, your heart swelling. “Me too.”
And then… the first ping.
GROUPCHAT: 7TH PRECINCT (PLUS THE LOVEBIRDS)
Yoongi: are you alive?
Taehyung: did you elope??
Jin: I need visual confirmation or I’m assuming murder-suicide.
Jungkook snorts as he scrolls through his phone, holding it up so you can read the squad group chat. The texts just keep coming.
Jimin: omg are you guys still in bed rn 😭
Yoongi: I will PAY for silence. pls. shut up.
Hoseok: as long as you’re both still breathing and dating, I’m satisfied. Carry on, lovebirds.
You’re cackling against Jungkook’s chest, both of you clinging to each other like teenagers. “They’re so annoying.”
“They’re obsessed with us,” he says proudly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Can’t blame them.”
You end up finishing breakfast slowly, feeding each other pieces of fruit, arguing about which team is gonna win on Singles Inferno, because yes, Jungkook was now fully invested.
Later that day, you’re curled up on the couch together. Your legs draped over his lap, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your calves as the TV flickers with dramatic love triangle footage.
“This show is wild,” Jungkook mutters, eyes narrowed. “Why would she pick him after that pool party incident? Like- hello??”
You burst out laughing, tossing a popcorn kernel at him. “I can’t believe you’re this invested.”
“I’m a detective, babe. I follow patterns and clues.”
“Patterns and clues,” you echo, giggling. “You’re just mad he kissed someone else.”
“I am,” he says indignantly. “He was trash.”
You’re still laughing when you mention casually, “You know what would make this better? Those peach gummies from that one brand.. what’s it called-”
Before you can finish the sentence, Jungkook’s already standing.
You blink. “Wait, what are you doing?”
He disappears into the kitchen and comes back thirty seconds later, holding the exact peach gummies you were talking about.
You gape. “You have them?”
Jungkook shrugs, like it’s no big deal. “Heard you mention them once. Thought I’d have ‘em here for you.”
“Babe…” you say, heart clenched with affection as you practically launch yourself at him.
You kiss him all over his face, cheeks, nose, forehead, until he’s laughing and catching you in his arms.
“You’re so thoughtful,” you murmur, kissing him sweetly.
He grins. “I know I’m the world’s best detective. But how about… boyfriend?”
You pretend to consider. “Hmm. You have only been doing it for like 24 hours…”
He narrows his eyes.
“But,” you continue, pressing a kiss to his jaw, “you’re doing a pretty damn good job so far.”
“Damn right I am.”
He pulls you back onto the couch, gummies in one hand, your waist in the other. The episode plays on, but you’re not paying attention anymore. You’re far too busy being wrapped up in Jeon Jungkook, who, after everything, you finally get to love out loud.
The moment you walk in, everything feels different. Last week, the air was tense, heavy, full of things left unsaid. But today? Today it’s buzzing.
They saw the kiss. They saw you leave together. And now you’re holding hands with Jeon Jungkook. Openly.
Game over.
You try to play it cool, sipping your coffee and pretending like you don’t hear Taehyung gasp dramatically from his desk.
“A-HA!” he shouts, pointing an accusatory finger. “I knew it wasn’t just the spiked punch! You two were TONGUING. In public.”
Across the bullpen, Jimin raises his hand with a solemn expression. “I have a blurry photo. I also made it the wallpaper on Hoseok’s computer.”
Yoongi doesn’t even look up from his mug. “They’ve been kissing. You can tell.”
“HR packet printed,” Hoseok says, not missing a beat as he walks by. “I’ve also ordered heart-shaped donuts for our morning meeting. To celebrate love. And the complete collapse of workplace professionalism.”
Namjoon, who is actually holding an HR form, raises a brow. “Just sign the dating disclosure. I’ll be mad if this ends and one of you files a complaint.”
Jin strolls in dramatically with a paper Burger King crown in each hand. “In honor of their heinously public display of affection, I hereby retroactively crown you… PROM KING AND QUEEN.”
You cover your face as Jungkook beams next to you, completely unbothered, as if being publicly humiliated in a workplace isn’t new territory for him.
“Do we… do we have to wear them?” you ask.
“Yes,” Jin says. “Forever.”
Taehyung leans over his desk. “Okay but real question, origin story? Like how do you go from fighting over arrest stats to full-on making out at a department-sanctioned function?”
“I’ve been wondering the same thing,” Jimin chimes in. “Was it the bet? The date? The evidence locker make out?”
“Detective privilege,” Jungkook says smugly, one hand still wrapped firmly around your waist. “Classified information.”
You, flustered, duck your head- but not before sneaking a look at him. He’s glowing. You’re glowing. And yeah, it’s obnoxious. But it also feels so damn good to finally be able to smile like this.
“Y’all are so annoying,” Yoongi says, sipping his coffee. “I give it a week before you’re bickering about grocery lists.”
“And then kissing again,” Jimin adds.
Jungkook, clearly enjoying himself, presses a kiss to your temple right in front of everyone. “Guess that’s my girlfriend.”
You squint up at him. “You’re gonna keep saying that all day, huh?”
“Oh absolutely,” he whispers, grinning. “Get ready.”
You just sigh, eyes catching the way the rest of the squad is still watching like it’s the hottest new drama on Netflix.
And maybe it is.
You slip into the break room for a moment of peace, HR packet in hand, heart still pounding from the onslaught of commentary, jokes, and surprise photo evidence. You swear even the vending machine judged you when it ate your dollar.The paper in your hand crinkles slightly as you reread the line for the third time:
“Should a direct supervisory relationship form between employees in a disclosed romantic relationship, one party must request a transfer to another division or precinct.”
You swallow. The thought of not working with Jungkook, of not seeing him at his desk every morning or bickering over paperwork, physically hurts. You're not even his supervisor or him yours, but someday… you know you're both going places.
Your fingers tighten slightly on the edge of the form.
You barely register Jungkook entering until he’s behind you, arms looping around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
“Hi girlfriend,” he murmurs, smug and syrup-sweet.
You tilt your head toward him but don’t smile right away. “Did you read this?” you ask, holding up the form.
He glances down and shrugs playfully. “I skimmed it. It’s a relationship disclosure form, not a novel.”
You exhale slowly. “It says if one of us becomes the other’s supervisor, we’d have to transfer out.”
He freezes behind you.
“That means… if I got promoted, or you did… we couldn’t work together anymore.”
He rests his cheek on your shoulder. “That’s a bridge we’ll cross when we get there.”
“But-” you start, spinning to face him. “It would mean one of us leaving. I don’t know if I could do that.”
“Hey.” He cups your cheek gently, thumb stroking the soft skin under your eye. “You’re going to be a badass supervisor someday. And when that happens, I’ll cheer for you. I’ll salute you. I’ll even call you boss lady if you’re into that-”
You scrunch your nose. “Not at all.”
“-but I’m not worried about what’ll happen then. Because right now…” He leans in until your foreheads touch. “Right now, you’re mine. And I’m yours. And we finally get to do this.”
“But Jungkook-”
“Babe.” He cuts you off gently, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You really think I care about a hypothetical promotion years from now when I just got you?”
You blink up at him.
“You’re right though,” he adds, grinning. “If you ever become my supervisor, you’ll totally abuse your power.”
You snort. “Excuse me?”
“You’d write me up for sleeping with my boss. And I do that a lot.”
You roll your eyes, the tension in your chest easing.
He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek. “And hey, if you end up in charge, that just makes you even hotter.”
“Jeon.”
“I mean it. You being the boss? Kind of a dream. I’ll transfer if I have to, hell, I’ll become a mall cop if it means we get to keep doing this.”
You bite your lip, touched. “You’d hate mall cop life.”
“True. But I’d still sneak into the precinct just to see you. Probably get arrested for trespassing.” He shrugs. “Worth it.”
You finally smile and wrap your arms around his waist, melting into his chest.
“I don’t want to lose what we have here,” you whisper. “With the squad. With you.”
He kisses the top of your head. “Then we won’t. We’ll make it work. Together.”
You stay like that for a minute, just swaying slightly, soaking in the quiet away from all the teasing voices outside.
“…You still wanna fill out the form?” he asks, voice low in your ear.
You melt a little under his touch. “You really think we’ll figure it out?”
He kisses your nose. “I know we will. Besides, you’d be in charge of me no matter what.”
You narrow your eyes. “Because I’m bossy?”
“Because I’d follow you anywhere.”
That earns him a soft kiss, right there next to the microwave that probably hasn’t been cleaned since 2018.
You tuck your head against his chest. “I love that you’re obnoxiously romantic now.”
“I’ve been holding back for months. Just wait.”
You laugh, letting him sway you gently side to side like a slow dance no one else sees.
It’s just you and him and a piece of paper.
“You know,” Jungkook murmurs into your hair, swaying with you like there’s music only he can hear, “this is my favorite part of the day now.”
“What? The break room?” you tease.
“Nope. The part where you let me be with you.”
You’re about to respond with something sarcastic, when the door swings open with a loud thud.
“Ah-HA!” Taehyung points dramatically from the doorway, eyebrows damn near in his hairline. “Caught red-handed! Again!”
Jungkook doesn’t even flinch. He just groans and buries his face in your shoulder. “Why is it always him?”
“Because,” Yoongi says, following right behind with a coffee in hand, “you two have the subtlety of a flashbang.”
You straighten slightly but don’t move away from Jungkook’s chest, your hands still lazily linked behind his back.
Hoseok pops his head in with a grin. “Am I interrupting? Wait- don’t answer that, I know I am. But great news! I printed out the prom photo of the kiss and had it laminated. For HR.”
Namjoon steps in, “And I brought a pen. Just in case you forgot the part where you sign.”
Jungkook rests his chin on your head. “I literally just said this was my favorite part of the day. You’re all ruining it.”
“Hey, are they kissing yet?” Jin adds as he strolls in.
You bury your face in Jungkook’s hoodie as everyone crowds into the small room like it’s a clown car, laughing and chirping and fully immune to personal space.
“I told you,” Jungkook mutters in your ear. “Not inconspicuous.”
You sigh, grinning despite yourself as you look up at him.
“Well,” you say with mock resignation, “guess we should just keep kissing. No point hiding now.”
“You heard her!” Jin announces. “Now kiss again. For morale.”
Taehyung whistles. Jimin claps like it’s the season finale of a show he’s been emotionally invested in for months.
And despite all the chaos, Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. He kisses you, soft, smiling, proud.
It’s no longer a secret. It’s just… you and him. In a precinct full of people who always knew.
Jungkook hadn’t even taken a full sip of his coffee before he was ambushed as soon as you walked away.
“Okay,” Jin started, dragging a chair backward until it squeaked dramatically. “Spill.”
“Spill what?” Jungkook blinked, immediately suspicious.
“Oh don’t play dumb,” Taehyung said, arms crossed, looking far too smug for 9:12 AM. “You two disappeared after prom. Again.”
Jimin leaned over the desk, chin on his fist. “We just want to confirm the timeline. For posterity.”
“You guys are ridiculous,” Jungkook said, trying to hide his smile behind his mug.
“And yet you are the one who kissed her in front of the vending machine like a man possessed,” Jin said, slapping a piece of paper down labeled '7th Precinct Prom: Official Timeline of Events (Verified by CCTV)' in Comic Sans.
Jungkook shook his head, grinning. “You guys have too much time on your hands.”
Taehyung raised a brow. “And you have glitter in your hair. Coincidence? I think not.”
Jimin sits on the edge of the desk, legs swinging. Jin stands with a legal pad titled ‘Operation Spill The Tea’, ready to jot notes. Taehyung is half-perched on Jungkook’s chair arm, too close for OSHA comfort.
“Start from the top,” Jin announces. “Was it the glitter bomb? The range record? The mannequin fiasco? When did you realize she was ‘the one’?”
Jungkook drags a hand through his hair. “Guys-”
Jimin leans forward, eyes sparkling. “Don’t you dare deprive us of the romance arc we’ve been streaming in 4K for months.”
Taehyung adds, “Yoongi’s off on ‘secret business’ again, so we’re collecting intel for him.”
“Okay fine,” Jungkook leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head. “You really want to know?”
Three detectives leaned in, fully synchronized.
“I bagged the baddest, hottest, sharpest woman to ever set foot in this precinct. And she still lets me kiss her before she brushes her teeth. Somewhere between her telling me off about evidence logging and wiping frosting on my nose, I figured I’d marry her.”
Jin’s pen freezes mid-scribble. “We’re… already at marriage?”
“Working title, it’s only been a day to be fair.” Jungkook amends, cheeks pink. “But when you know you know.” He flashes a cocky grin. “Feel free to applaud.”
Jin made a fake gagging noise.
Jimin clapped a hand over his heart. “You’re in love. That’s disgusting.”
“Now your turn,” Jungkook says. “When did you all realize?”
“Day one,” Taehyung deadpans. “Yoongi said she said you were cute. And you were being a big baby.”
Jin pats Jungkook’s shoulder. “In conclusion: congratulations on rom-com completion. You did it!”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, but he’s glowing.
“I did,” Jungkook grinned, smug and proud. “And she’s mine. Officially. No more sneaking. No more bets. She even filled out the HR form.”
“You better laminate that thing,” Taehyung said. “Frame it. Make it your lock screen.”
“You think I haven’t?”
Meanwhile, in the break room, you sat across from Hoseok with your tea in hand. He smiled knowingly as you stirred your sugar packet in silence.
“Something on your mind, detective?” he asked, gently.
You sighed, but couldn’t help the grin spreading on your lips. “Just… thinking about how far things have come.”
Hoseok nodded slowly. “You mean between you and Detective Heart Eyes?”
You laughed softly. “Yeah. Him.”
He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed with that easy, encouraging posture he always had when you needed grounding. “You know,” he said, “months ago you came in here, all flustered and fussy, talking about how you’d never fall for someone on the force.”
“I stand by it,” you teased.
“You are the force,” he smiled. “But look at you now. Happy.”
“I am,” you admitted. “Terrified. But… happy.”
“You should be. That man looks at you like you personally invented air.” He nudged your mug closer to you. “And you? You look softer these days. But not smaller. Never smaller.”
You swallowed the emotion rising in your throat. “I didn’t mean to fall for someone in here.”
“Maybe not,” Hoseok said. “But we’re glad you did.”
You leaned your head on your hand, smiling. “You knew it was him the whole time, didn’t you?”
“Of course,” he smirked. “I'm Sarge. I know everything.”
You exit the break-room hallway just as Jungkook escapes his fan club. Your eyes meet; the noise of the bullpen fades.
“Survived?” you ask, smiling.
“Barely,” he says, fingers lacing with yours. “They demand a director’s-cut commentary.”
You lean into him, lowering your voice. “I just got a dad joke pep-talk from Hoseok.”
“Sounds about right.” He squeezes your hand. “We’re really doing this, huh?”
“We are doing this.”
He steals a quick kiss, nothing hidden, no one gasps this time.
Across the room, Taehyung snaps a photo. Jin cheers. Jimin wipes a fake tear.
Jungkook doesn’t even break the kiss to say, “Get used to it, guys. We’re annoyingly out loud.” against your lips.
You laugh pressed to his mouth, happiness filling every corner of you.
Somewhere, probably napping in a supply closet, Yoongi smiles in his sleep.
And the 7th Precinct carries on louder, brighter, and with an official power couple nobody can ignore.
You’re curled up on Jungkook’s couch, still in your work clothes. He’s in grey sweatpants and a black tee, barefoot, holding two mugs of chamomile tea like he’s a 90s romcom husband.
“We survived day one as an official couple,” he says, handing you a mug.
You raise yours. “Cheers to hand-holding and HR threats.”
He chuckles, then sets both mugs down, reaching behind the couch to grab something. When he turns back, he’s holding the hoodie.
“Still like this one?” he asks, raising a brow.
You hum. “I do recall it being excellent nap material.”
“Legendary hoodie,” he agrees, tugging it over your head gently. It swallows you instantly soft cotton, familiar scent, faint traces of his cologne.
You fist the front of it as he settles beside you. “Jungkook?”
“Yeah?”
You look up. “This is real, right?”
His eyes soften, hand coming to cup your jaw. “As real as you in my hoodie, in my home, as my girlfriend.”
Your heart stutters. You don’t know who leans in first but the kiss that follows is warm and sweet and unhurried. Your bodies melt together like magnets, months of tension dissolving in the closeness.
“Bedroom?” you whisper.
He stands immediately, hand out. “Only if you promise not to ditch me for reality TV halfway through.”
“No promises,” you tease, and he groans dramatically, pulling you toward the bedroom anyway.
The door barely closes before your lips find his again, more urgent now, though still tender. He lifts you easily, setting you down on the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees.
You blink. “What are you-”
“You wore my hoodie. Let me worship you for it.”
You roll your eyes, laughing, but the sound catches when his hands slide up your thighs, pushing your skirt higher.
“Hey, Jungkook?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I don’t want breadcrumbs anymore.”
He pauses, glancing up.
“I want the whole meal,” you say. “All of you.”
His jaw tightens just a little, emotion swirling behind his dark eyes. He leans in, kissing your inner thigh. “Then take me. I’m yours.”
He undresses you gently, pausing to kiss every new inch of exposed skin. You pull off his shirt and trace the outline of his shoulder tattoo with reverence.
“You’re so beautiful,” you murmur.
“You always say that like you don’t know you ruin me,” he whispers, tugging you into his lap once you're both bare.
You straddle him, hoodie still on, and the way his fingers flex into your hips like he might fall apart from just this.
“This okay?” you ask softly, remembering that first night. The way he hesitated. The way you both held back.
Now, he nods with certainty. “Always. Especially when it’s you.”
You start to move slowly, deliberately. Hands pressed to his chest, hips rolling in sync like muscle memory.
“You’ve gotten cocky,” you tease breathlessly.
He kisses your neck. “No. Just… comfortable.”
You lean back slightly, watching his face as you ride him. His jaw slack, pupils blown, cheeks pink. He looks wrecked. And worshipful.
“Proud of you, Detective,” he murmurs, and you clench at the praise.
“Don’t say that unless you’re trying to make me- fuck, Jungkook”
His arms wrap around your waist, guiding your pace, grounding you. “Always so good to me,” he whispers. “Take what you need, baby.”
You do.
And when you come, it’s with your face buried in his neck.
He follows soon after, eyes locked on you like you’re the only thing that’s ever made sense.
You collapse beside him, bodies tangled and warm and blissfully spent.
“I’m never letting you go,” he says, breath still shaky.
“You better not,” you whisper, dragging your fingers through his damp hair.
He kisses your knuckles. “You’ve ruined me for normal love, you know that?”
“Good.”
You lay there in silence for a while. Just breathing. Just being.
Then, as he pulls the blanket over both of you, you hear him say, barely audible:
“I think this is what it means to be home.”
Your heart aches in the best way possible.
You shift closer, placing your head on his chest. “Then don’t ever leave it.”
He tightens his grip around you. “Not a chance.”
You’re still tangled in each other when the world settles. The only light comes from the bathroom door, casting a warm glow over his sleepy face.
Your fingers trace patterns on his chest. He’s quiet, serene in a way only you get to see.
“Hey,” you murmur, voice soft.
“Hm?” he hums, lips pressing to your forehead.
“You remember the bet?”
He chuckles, chest vibrating beneath you. “A bet’s a bet.”
You grin. “Guess that means I win.”
“Bullshit,” he mutters, rolling you onto your back gently. “I got you. I win forever.”
You laugh, swatting his arm. “That’s not how bets work.”
He props himself up on one elbow, studying your face.
“Rules were made to be broken,” he says. “Isn’t that what you told me?”
Your breath catches. He remembers.
You nod, curling your hand around the back of his neck. “I’m glad I broke that one.”
He kisses you slowly and sure. When you settle back into the sheets, hoodie still half-pulled over your frame, his arms wrap around you like they were made to.
You don’t date cops
except the one who became home.
GROUPCHAT: 7TH PRECINCT
Tae :OKAY SO who do I send my Venmo to? Because someone owes me $50 for "official in under 6 months."
Jimin :Not you meta-commenting. Also, pls confirm: y’all DID do it right? Y’all looked sinful at morning briefing.
Hobi :Guys. HR. (But also 👀)
Jin :Let’s not forget I called it. Retroactive Prom King and Queen. You’re welcome.
Namjoon :Don’t go crazy at work, but I am pleased to see the two of you happy.
Yoongi :congrats on the sex.
JK :We can read this, you know.
Y/N :Yeah. And we’re still not telling you anything.
Tae :YOU OWE US A STORYYYYY 😭 C’MON GIVE US THE ORIGIN TALE
Jimin :At least tell us who made the first move.
JK :She did.
Y/N :Lies.
Jin :Both of you are under interrogation tomorrow morning.
Jungkook throws his head back laughing, phone resting on his chest.
You lean against his side, scrolling through the thread with a smirk. “They’re never going to let us live this down.”
He nudges you with his shoulder. “Good. Means they’ll remember it.”
You meet his eyes.
“Partner?” he says.
“Always,” you answer.
And this time, there’s nothing left unsaid.
