Exposed Truth | Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 28

Yuri || Wednesday, June 3 (past)

I do my best to retain a calm composure when I bid my sister and parents goodnight. With a smile plastered on my face as usual, they don't notice anything wrong. I switch off the lights in my room, pretending as if I'm going to bed, but in reality, I'm pacing around the dark room. I constantly check my phone for any messages, but there's nothing yet. I've been doing this on repeat for the past few days, so this all feels so usual.

I don't know how much time has passed when my phone finally pings and vibrates in my hand. I quickly read the message from Jennie, saying that she's waiting for me outside.

Trying to be as silent as I can, I tiptoe towards my windowsill and slowly push the window open. I sit on the ledge and swing my legs outside, before jumping down and successfully landing on my feet without making too much sound.

"Hey," Jennie greets me when I land right in front of her. "Shall we get going?"

I nod and we both dash away from the house and onto the street. Once we're far away from sight, we walk side by side down the street we've grown so familiar with and towards the nightclub to pick up the bags we need to deliver. We're not allowed to see what's inside the large duffel bags, nor are we allowed to ask. We just get the job done. As long as we get paid, what's inside doesn't matter. Besides, I doubt I would want to know what exactly we're delivering; I'm sure whatever it is, it's illegal.

Dynamite eventually comes into sight. Its bright neon lights almost blind me and the booming music shakes my body awake. People are gathered around, most of whom are dressed in skimpy clothing, and nonchalantly enjoying themselves without being aware of the things that are happening behind closed doors. Ignoring them, I follow Jennie to the back of the nightclub to pick up the bags.

We're careful to make sure nobody is following us as we quietly make our way through the narrow alley that's littered with empty glass bottles and other garbage, until we spot a man holding two black duffel bags. He's the same man from who we've gotten our bags.

Without speaking, he hands each of us a bag and a note with the client's name and address. I glimpse at the piece of paper in my hand and as I expected, it's the same man I've been delivering to ever since I started doing this. The only difference is, the address is different. I suppose maybe he has moved? I don't put too much thought into it, and type the address into the Maps app on my phone to get the directions. It's too far to walk there, so I guess I'll have to take a taxi.

"Is it the same guy?" Jennie asks as we walk out of the alley. "Jay Choi?"

I nod and say, "But it's a different address this time. How about you?"

"It's someone named Jung Hoseok," she says as she glances at my phone, "Oh, the place I'm delivering to is just a couple blocks away from where you're going. Let's go together."

I nod in agreement and together we walk farther away from the nightclub to find a taxi. I don't know how we've managed to deliver these bags so smoothly, without getting caught; they're quite large and bulky for two girls likes us.

"Don't you find it weird that you're always delivering to the same guy, whilst the people I deliver to are always different?" Jennie asks, but I just shrug.

I've honestly never thought about why, nor have I found it strange. The man I deliver to doesn't bother me much anyway, he just takes the bag without saying much, then he gives me a tip for my service before I leave. I've gotten used to doing that every night and it all feels so normal that I've never questioned or wondered why I've only been delivering to that one man.