(Completed) Mr. Kim

Seventy-seven

"You want me to help you find Jungkook?" The woman in front of me nodded. We were now inside, her form sitting across from me on the couch with Jimin next to her.

"Yes. Um, I don't really know your relationship with him, but he mentioned you a lot during his therapy." My eyebrows raised.

"Therapy?" Her eyes darted around the room, making my suspicion worse. "Uh yes. When I finally met Jungkook again, he was my patient. I'm a therapist by the way."

I nod my head.
"Um, you know Jungkook was pronounced dead right? You saying you don't believe it won't really convince me to go on a wild goose chase for him."

The woman before me studied me, making me stiff as I studied her back. Her expression turned to one of pity.

"You must've been really really close to Jungkook. I can tell by your body language. I can also tell that you're hiding something from me."

My eyes found Jimin's who was staring right back at me. "I don't know you so why should it matter if I kept some things to myself?"

She held her hand out, her olive colored skin shining in the artificial light above us.
"I'm Allí Jeon, now know as Rosa Yang." I took her hand, shaking it firmly.

"I'm Kim Taehyung, formally Jungkook's boyfriend." Her eyes widen in recognition. "That's why. He sure did talk about you a lot."

I cleared my throat, not wanting to think about the past much. "May I ask how you got into your wheelchair?" I didn't like her pressing question but I opened my mouth, but closed it soon after knowing I couldn't tell her the truth.

"He came to my place and told me everything. About his life, what he did. Then he stabbed me." She sighed, not looking the slightest surprised.

"He was so unstable, I regret the day that I left him so much. Living in that house by himself. He's broken. He may not act like it anymore, but he's completely broken."

She takes my hands, causing me to lean back slightly. "I know Jungkook isn't dead. I know it for a fact. I'm his legal family yet they told me they could not show me the body. Why? Because there is no body. Now, what I want to figure out is why the police lied." She tilted her head, giving me a strange expression.

"I know you can help me Taehyung." I started to sweat slightly, not liking the look in her brown eyes. She smiles, standing up.

"I'll leave you my number." She grabs a piece of paper from the dining table across the room and pulls out a pen, writing something on it before setting it down.

"I'll also be taking my leave. I hope you consider my offer Taehyung. Don't think that I don't know the secrets that you keep." She gives me a sinister smile, walking out the front door with a soft click of the lock.

Jimin rushed towards me, worry and fear in his eyes. She threatened me with a gun Taehyung. I'm sorry I didn't mean to." Tears built up in his eyes and I pulled him into a tight hug.

"You know grandfather right?" He looks up at me. "But what does that have to do with him?" I avoid his stare, sighing as I have to reveal something that I've kept secret for so long.

"He's not dead Jimin."

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Thank you for those reader who stayed with me through the ups and downs of this story. I know that it'll pay off.

Lynn~~