Part 17

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*RM pov*

Aishh...this kid. Why he brought y/n to Mrs. Song's place?

RM: Jungkook, we need to talk.

I pulled Jungkook to the backyard.

JK: What, Hyung?

RM: Why you take y/n to Mrs. Song's house?

JK: Why? Why can't she go to her mother's house?

RM: What if she knows how her mother got that face?

JK: Whatever it is, she has a right to know.

RM: Did she know?

JK: Not yet.

RM: Don't wait until she knows by herself. She will hate you.

JK: Hmm...

At night

*JKpov*

We will have another task tonight. I don't want to leave y/n alone. But, I can't do it like last time.

Jhope: Jungkook! Do you tell y/n about our task tonight?

JK: Not yet.

Tae: Go! And tell her!

JK: Aishh...Fine.

I went to her room and found her lying on her bed.

JK: Y/n, are you asleep?

Y/n: Uh! Jungkook, not yet. Why?

She sat up. Then, I walked to her bed and sat beside her. I pat her head.

Y/n: 'chuckle.' Why?

JK: I have a mission tonight. So, please take care of yourself when I'm not here. Okay?

Y/n: 'Chuckle.' Okay. But promise me, don't get hurt.

She pointed her pinky finger.

JK: Yes, I promise.

I lock my pinky finger with hers. She looked so cute.

JK: If you want to eat, Jin-Hyung had cooked for you.

Y/n: Okay, Kookie.

She smiled.

JK: I love that than Bunny.

She laughed.

Y/n: I will call you that now.

JK: Okay, angel. I will go now. Don't go anywhere. Stay in the house.

Y/n: Okay, Kookie!

JK: Bye.

I pecked her forehead. She replied to me by smiling.

I walked downstairs. All my Hyungs have been waiting for me.

Suga: Let's go, Jungkook.

We went to our mission by our mission car. We arrived at an old warehouse.

RM: Be careful. I can't see anybody here. Maybe it's a trap.

Suga: Let's get in first.

*Y/n pov*

It has been 30 minutes since they left. I felt bored. So, I headed to the living room. I switched on the television. There's no drama or movie that I'm interested in. So, I switched it off and went to the kitchen. I looked at the food that Jin-oppa cooked.

Y/n: Aishh...seriously, Oppa? A bread and strawberry jam? I thought you would cook something more delicious.

I sighed.Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

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