《Dirty Little Secret || KTH ✓》23
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"so what brings you here?" You asked, taking a seat on the bench beside Jungkook.
when you had already decided on going home and let all the tears– your weakness come out, jungkook showed up and honestly you don't even have a problem with that, on the contrary it made you somewhat feel better.
"I was with namjoon for some work and then I was just walking by and saw you so yeah that's how" he says as he scratched the back of his neck.
"were you guys talking about my case?" he nodded, "oh, may I know about the insights then?"
" yeah sure. since you know uncle blocked me out of the case– namjoon at first didn't want to disclose anything but hehe, I have my ways" he grinned childishly that made you smile a little.
"So what did you talk bout? Any clues?"
"unfortunately no. I asked namjoon if they found any other cctv cameras or anything that can lead us ahead but he told that every camera was checked, some were even destroyed. seems like the culprit is smarter than I thought they will be"
"How are we gonna find him then?"
"Y/N... You should not worry about the case and don't get involve in all these things. It's very dangerous"
"You can't stop me Jungkook. I would help you in all the way I can. He killed a person. A living person who was my colleague" he looked at you intensely as he grins a little making you confuse.
"What happened?"
"Y/N... He tried to rape you. Rape" he said and you sat silent pressing your lips together. "How do you care for someone like him? I mean yes he was a human and he shouldn't have been killed like this but that's a full different matter. Anyone could sympathy about him but you? Y/N... Why are you so caring about others?" Jungkook asks as his hands went through his hair to mess it up a little.
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jungkook looked a little tired with his white t-shirt messily tugged in his black jeans, with a red and black stripped shirt over it. his white sneakers and a guitar icon chain on his neck fitted perfectly with his messy dark brown hair that danced with the wind. however you weren't really focused on his looks since his words played in your head like a recorder. because really why did you even care for your rapist? it was sick, wasn't it? you didn't have to be so nice to everyone. taehyung already told you that a thousand times already.
"I guess it's in my nature? I mean he was still a human... And he was killed right in front of me. What can I say about it anyway?" You said as your mind clicks on that scene. His chest becoming a fountain of blood. The horrible scene made you to almost throw up and before you could do that you placed your hand on your mouth forbidding to get more embarrassed in front of him.
"hey, what happened? you okay?" he held your shoulder, trying to see you with a worried look on his face but you faced the other way, too embarrassed to let him see you like this. he may have seen you crying but this was somewhat extreme.
"I'm okay! Don't worry about me Jungkook" you finally said as you looked at him with a smile.
But you didn't realize that your eyes sparkled with tears in it. You didn't realize that your lips couldn't be formed in a smile as it should.
"You're so bad at lying, did anyone told you that before?" That made you to think about of Taehyung. He said a lot of times that you're bad at lying. Thinking about him a smile already crept your dry lips. And you chuckled remembering how he stood outside of your house just cause he was scared for you.
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"Yes, a lot of times..." Seeing you smile and chuckle so suddenly he figured out you were thinking about Taehyung.
He removed his hands away from your shoulder thinking he shouldn't touch you. You already belong to someone else. But why did it hurt him? Why it made his heart feel a pang?
"Oh that's good... Someone knows you well." He says through a laugh.
"Yes, very well... By the way how are you? You just got in a serious accident a couple of days ago and you are roaming around like it never happened!" You glared at him making him shift in his place with a scared smile.
"I'm alrighty y/n. hmm aside that annoying stinging feeling on the back of my head it's all cool!" he cooed.
"That sounds okay to you?! Are you insane you idiot!" You smacked his head with your little fist making him say a ouch while laughing.
"Now that hurts miss! Right in my wound" he says while rubbing the place even though he didn't get hurt.
"What? It hurts? Where? Oh my God I didn't mean it Jungkook! Are you okay?!" You panicked while placing your hand on his head making him lower it and then you rub it lightly.
Jungkook stopped laughing. His eyes fixed on your face. The worried look clearly showing through your eyes as you kept rubbing the place where you hit him, he was in awe. Frozen in his place as a smile crept his lips making him give his bunny teeth smile. Why he was so happy that you cared for him and was so worried for him? He asked himself,
Why she care so much? What do I mean to her?
He kept staring at you with his big doe coffee brown eyes, he couldn't hear you saying if he was okay, if it hurt too much. He was too busy admiring you. It was like the world stopped for him and all he could see was you.
"Are you okay Jungkook?!" You shook his shoulder a bit and he snapped back into the reality, realizing what he was doing. He internally slapped himself for thinking about you, in a different way.
"I'm okay! I was just messing around!" He giggled, you found it cute but frowned anyways.
"You're unbelievable!"
"Okay okay mianhae~ I won't do it again"
"You better not"
soon the place got quiet with you two admiring the full crescent moon shining ever so brightly above your head. the moonlight fell over the entire place, painting it in a beautiful way– jungkook couldn't help but just stare at your face that lit up prettily with the moonlight.
as you cried earlier, your face was swollen yet he found you beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't look away. even if it sounds cheesy he was sure he has never met a lady like you.
"Isn't the moon beautiful tonight?" You asked still looking at the sky full with stars and a full moon.
"Yeah, just like you" he says not realizing his own words.
"What?... Ah thanks?" You said quite lowly wondering how he found you pretty even though you cried a while ago.
"I'm just telling the truth. Don't thank me" he let out, facing up at the moon again. you glanced at him, pretty dumbfounded with his sudden change of behavior.
And in this silent peaceful time Jungkook's phone suddenly buzzes. He fished out his phone seeing namjoon calling him.
"Hello namjoon?" Hearing Namjoon's name you turned to Jungkook wondering why he called him so late.
"What? Really?" Jungkook seemed excited.
"Hold on I'm coming!" With that he hangs up the call.
"What happened Jungkook?"
"Y/N... We found something interesting" he said with a grin.
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