"I just don't understand why she'd use my name?" Aera huffs in the back of the taxi, arms tightly crossed over her chest as she spills out her whiny tone to a focussed Jungkook.
"Smart, huh?" Jungkook's heart stops once he realises what he'd just said as he slowly turns to face a shocked Aera.
Her lips part, waiting for Jungkook to redeem himself.
"A-And completely creepy." Jungkook diverts his attention to the taxi floor, a bashful glaze spilling out over his features as his skin burns.
He'd fucked up, let his thoughts get the better of him.
"Jesus, Kook. It sounds like you're in love." Aera's tone's laced with sarcasm as she laughs to herself, head shaking from left to right.
"Jesus, Aera. It sounds like you're jealous." A smirk creeps its way onto Jungkook's lips where it shouldn't be, ears continuing to burn as he fiddles with his thumbs in a nervous manner.
Now probably wasn't the time for sarky remarks.
FLASHBACK
"Her eyes . . . they were catlike and focussed, yet, alert and open, as if she were aware of all the intricate details surrounding her."
"Her skin was perfect in complexion, carrying a subtle glow of it's own, which is pretty ironic given the fact she's a merciless assassin. Yet, no matter how smooth and delicate it appeared, I could practically see her past traumas attempting to seep through the cracks and steal the spotlight. It's as if she uses every cell of her being to hide the demons she feeds on a daily basis, and as much as she may want to be, she's no angel, even a blind man could see that."
"So, is that like an olive or porcelain skin tone?" Jungkook's eyes shoot up to the police officer investigating Ara's case, lips agape like a fish once he realises what he'd been saying.
His mind feels distant from the cold room he's in, as if he's not really there and it were all just one big fucked up dream.
The officer sends him a confused look, tapping his pen repeatedly against his notebook as he awaits for Jungkook's answer.
"O-Olive. Olive." The officer nods before scratching something down, to which Jungkook swallows thickly.
"Okay, go ahead, continue."
"Her lips were plump and full, taking a rosy shade. They're probably one of her biggest weapons, a luring tool for anyone weak enough to fall for her foul tricks, and they are foul, not admirable in any way, shape or form."
"She was of average height for a women, probably around 5"5, smaller than me at least, petite too. I suppose one of the only things that didn't put me on edge was the fact that I towered over her. It made me feel sort of . . . superior—"
"You're meant to be describing her, remember, not how you felt. Try to stay on track Mr. Jeon. It will make the process a lot quicker, for all of our sakes." Jungkook's body begins to burn at the officer's authoritative words.
Was he really loosing sight of the situation?
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✓ 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬 | JJK
Fanfiction❝ Much like two sides of the same coin, they're forged together, but never facing the same direction. ❞ Follow the story of a hot-headed MI5 agent and psychopathic assassin, unable to stay away from each other, and equally as unable to admit to doin...
