The next morning I woke up with a massive headache. I tried to sit up but my ass hurt too much. I opened my eyes slightly and realized, I wasn't in my room.
I looked down at myself under the sheets and saw that I was fucking naked.
NAKED.
"Fuck I actually got laid last night..." I mumbled to myself as I rubbed my forehead.
I struggled up and saw a bottle of Advil and a glass of water on the nightstand. I gladly took two Advils and sighed happily. I then realized that there was also a note on the stand. It must be from the man I supposedly slept with. I picked up the note,
"Sorry that I left you there alone. I had to go to work. You were really good last night by the way ;)
- J.K."
Oh shit that's right. Work. I took out my phone and saw that it was 7:30. Work started at 8:00. Fuck.
I got up and quickly waddled to the bathroom. I got inside and saw that the man from last night laid out my clothes on the counter. There another note was left,
"You can use the shower and stuff. You must feel dirty since we went really hard last night. ;)))))
- J.K."
I blushed at the message and tried hard to remember who this J.K. was. The only thing I can remember was that his dick was huge as fuck.
Seriously! Out of all the things I can remember about him, it had to be that.
I groan in frustration and stepped into the shower. I turn on the faucet. I stand under the water and smile. It feels so nice. It takes the pain away.
I finish washing up and dry myself off. I put on my clothes and blow dry my hair. I style it nicely and pose,
"I look good considering I was fucked last night." I complimented myself.
I then check the time again, "8:10" I say out loud, "Shit."
I rush outside and realize I don't have my car with me. It's still at the bar. I stomp my foot and groan loudly.
I then remembered that we walked to the apartment from the bar.
"Finally I remember something useful." I say to myself proudly as I start to walk back to the bar.
When I arrived there I sigh in relief when I still see my car there. I take out my car keys that were luckily still in my pockets. I unlock the car and go inside, then speed off to work.
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"Kim Taehyung you're literally an hour late!" My boss, Min Yoongi, yells.
He's only a few years older than me yet he's still my boss. He's also strict and grumpy literally all the time, making him such a pain in the butt.
"I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again." I grumble out.
"It better not. You literally left the police chief waiting. Which reminds me, he's still fucking waiting. Let me call him in. He's here to help you with your case." Yoongi said before going outside.
I sit down at my desk and sigh. I never liked that old police chief. He was really stuck up and tried to do everything himself. He was so irritating but I couldn't do anything since he's higher up.
After a few minutes, Yoongi came back in with a strikingly hot male that was definitely not chief.
"Woah woah woah he's not the chief. Who is he?" I say while looking the male over.
He had Raven black hair and an amazing body. He looked oddly familiar but I can't quite put a finger on who he was.
I could've sworn I saw the officer smirk before saying,
"The other chief retired and promoted me up."
"Finally that old man retired. But you still didn't answer my question, who are you?"
"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook."
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Well aren't things getting interesting now. (This story is actually sucky af)