MY BRAT (TAEKOOK/VKOOK)
PROLOGUE
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I'll start updating this story regularly once I'm done with my ongoing TaeKook book "MY TWIN".
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Until then, this book will be updated often.
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This Will be a short story, most likely to be about 50-60 episodes.
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Dominant Top Taehyung
Power Bottom Jungkook
Disciplined Strict Officer × Spoiled Rich Brat
•Training Facility - Specialized Unit•
The fluorescent lights of the private gym hummed, casting long, sharp shadows over the polished floor.
Taehyung stood with his arms crossed, his uniform crisp and his expression like stone.
Across from him, Jungkook leaned against a weight rack, looking utterly out of place in his designer gym gear.
Kim Taehyung
Fifty push-ups, Jungkook.
Kim Taehyung
No more games.
Jeon Jungkook
*Smirks, tossing his damp hair back*
Fifty?
Jeon Jungkook
Officer Kim, I spend half my life in high-end Pilates studios.
Jeon Jungkook
Fifty is a warm-up.
Kim Taehyung
(He has no idea what he’s in for.)
Jungkook drops to the floor and starts with a flourish.
By the fifth one, his arms begin to tremble.
At nine, his form collapses entirely.
Kim Taehyung
*Looking down at him with a cold, mocking grin*
Ten?
Kim Taehyung
I’ve seen toddlers with more core strength than the President’s son.
Jeon Jungkook
*Gasping for air, his face flushed*
The floor is... it’s slippery!
Jeon Jungkook
Fine, you’re so tough?
Jeon Jungkook
You do a hundred, Officer Kim.
Kim Taehyung
Don't waste my time.
Taehyung drops down effortlessly.
His movements are mechanical and powerful.
Fifty—he doesn't even break a sweat.
Jeon Jungkook
(Oh, he thinks he’s so disciplined.)
Jeon Jungkook
(Let’s see how he handles a real distraction.)
As Taehyung reaches fifty, Jungkook suddenly crawls over and sits firmly on the small of Taehyung's back, his legs wrapping slightly around his waist.
Jeon Jungkook
Don't stop now, Officer Kim.
Jeon Jungkook
You’ve got fifty more to go.
Jeon Jungkook
Carry your weight.
Taehyung’s muscles bulge under the added weight.
His jaw is set tight, but he doesn't falter.
Sixty... eighty... ninety-nine... one hundred.
Kim Taehyung
*Low, strained voice*
Get off.
As Taehyung prepares to push up to stand, Jungkook swiftly slides off his back and maneuvers himself onto the floor directly beneath Taehyung’s chest.
Jeon Jungkook
*Looking up with hooded eyes, a playful smirk on his lips*
Double or nothing?
Jeon Jungkook
Do another hundred, Officer Kim.
Kim Taehyung
*Staring down, trapped in Jungkook's gaze*
You’re playing a dangerous game, brat.
Jeon Jungkook
Then play it, Officer Kim.
Taehyung narrows his eyes and lowers himself for the first rep of the new set.
Just as his chest almost touches Jungkook’s, the younger man reaches up and pulls him down.
Jungkook captures Taehyung’s lips in a fleeting, teasing kiss.
Kim Taehyung
*Freezes, his heart hammering against his ribs*
(What the... he just...)
Jeon Jungkook
Keep going, Officer Kim Taehyung.
Taehyung goes down for the second rep.
The 'straight' wall Taehyung built around himself for thirty-two years begins to crumble with every contact.
Kim Taehyung
(I should stop.)
Kim Taehyung
(I Should arrest him for this.)
The count hits one hundred, but Taehyung’s body moves on instinct now.
Jeon Jungkook
*Whispering against his lips*
That's a hundred.
Jeon Jungkook
You can stop now...
Kim Taehyung
*Voice husky, dropping down for another*
I’m doing fifty more.
Kim Taehyung
Don't you dare stop moving.
One hundred and fifty pushups.
One hundred and fifty kisses.
The disciplined officer was officially compromised.
Jeon Jungkook
Jeon Jungkook
Jeon Jungkook
Son of South Korea's President.
Jeon Jungkook
Rich. Spoiled. Unemployed. Bratty. Sassy. Bold. Powerful. Competitive.
Kim Taehyung
South Korean Officer.
Kim Taehyung
Rich. Disciplined. Special Duty Officer. Nonchalant. Dominant. Strict. Orphan.
Kim Taehyung
THE BRAT TAMER
01
•Seoul District - The Onyx Lounge•
The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and vintage wine.
The heavy bass of the music vibrated through the velvet booth where Taehyung sat, his tie loosened and his designer jacket discarded.
A petite girl in a shimmering dress was draped over his lap, her movements fluid as she performed a slow, rhythmic lap dance.
Kim Taehyung
*Sipping his wine, his gaze dark and hungry as he traces the line of her curves*
(Finally.)
Kim Taehyung
(Month of chasing ghosts in the rain for this.)
He leans in, a dirty smirk playing on his lips.
His hand reaches out, fingers ghosting over her waist, ready to take the night to a private room.
He ignores it at first, but the persistent buzzing against his thigh refuses to stop.
Kim Taehyung
*Groaning, he pulls his phone out*
This better be a literal fire.
Kim Taehyung
(You have got to be kidding me.)
Kim Taehyung
(It’s my first day off in six weeks.)
He sighs, gently pushing the girl off his lap.
He tosses a stack of bills onto the table without looking back.
Kim Taehyung
Rain check, sweetheart.
•Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency - Commissioner’s Office•
The flashing neon of the club was replaced by the harsh, sterile white lights of the headquarters.
Taehyung stood at perfect attention, the smell of wine and perfume still faintly clinging to his skin, though his expression was now one of pure, unwavering professionalism.
Commissioner
I know it’s your leave, Kim.
Commissioner
But we’ve got a lead.
Commissioner
A major drug syndicate—The 'Viper' network.
Commissioner
They’re moving a massive shipment through the docks this week.
Kim Taehyung
*His eyes sharpen, all traces of the club-goer gone*
(The Vipers.)
Kim Taehyung
(I've been waiting for them to trip up.)
Taehyung snaps his heels together and gives a sharp, disciplined bow.
Kim Taehyung
I understand, sir.
Kim Taehyung
Consider the mission accepted.
Kim Taehyung
I’ll have my team briefed by dawn.
Taehyung walks out of the office.
His mind already calculating the tactical approach, unaware that this specific mission is the one that will crash his car—and his life—directly into a Spoiled Brat.
02
•Metropolitan Police Agency - Tactical Command•
The investigation board was a chaotic web of red string and blurred surveillance photos.
Taehyung stood before it, a steaming cup of black coffee in hand, his eyes tracking the movement of the "Viper" network across the city's underbelly.
Kim Taehyung
(I have six days to turn this "lead" into a conviction.)
Kim Taehyung
(I’m not losing my promotion to a bunch of low-life traffickers.)
He taps a pen against a map of the Incheon docks, his mind whirring with logistics.
•Gangnam District - Underground Parking•
Taehyung is dressed in a nondescript black hoodie, blending into the shadows.
He watches through high-powered binoculars as a black van swaps plates.
Kim Taehyung
*Into his comms*
Unit 4, do not move.
Kim Taehyung
We’re just tagging the vehicles.
Kim Taehyung
I want to know everywhere these rats sleep.
SDT Team
*Into their comms*
Roger that, Officer Kim!
Kim Taehyung
(Slow and steady.)
Kim Taehyung
(If we spook them now, they’ll vanish into the shadows again.)
•Safe House - Surveillance Room•
The room was silent, save for the hum of several monitors.
Taehyung hadn’t slept in thirty-six hours.
His eyes were bloodshot, but his focus was razor-sharp.
He’s cross-referencing shipping manifests with shell company bank records.
Suddenly, a match flashes on the screen.
Kim Taehyung
There you are.
Kim Taehyung
The warehouse in the West District.
Kim Taehyung
That’s the heart of it.
•West District - Industrial Zone•
Taehyung sat in his unmarked cruiser, parked two blocks away from the target warehouse.
He checked his service weapon, the cold metal grounded him.
Kim Taehyung
(Tomorrow is the move.)
Kim Taehyung
(Every route is mapped. Every exit is covered.)
Kim Taehyung
(This is the perfect bust.)
He leans back, a disciplined smirk finally returning to his face.
He had no idea his "perfect" plan was about to be intercepted by a drunk driver.
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