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When they faced Jackson in the interrogation room again, the tension was palpable. He saw the accusation in their eyes and knew the game was up. But he didn't break, not immediately. He spun a tale of loyalty and fear, of being forced into a corner. It was almost convincing, if not for the cold, hard evidence that stared back at them from the screen.
"Why?" Jungkook asked, his voice cracking with betrayal.
Jackson sighed, the fight draining from him. "For the same reason anyone does it. Money. Power. The thrill of the chase."
The confession was like a knife to the heart. They had trusted him, confided in him, and now they had to bring him to justice. The room was silent as they processed the truth, their hearts heavy with the weight of their duty.
"We're placing you under arrest for the murder of Jisoo Kim," Rosé said, her voice firm.
Jackson nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I know."
As they escorted him out, the reality of the situation began to sink in. They had found the murderer, but at what cost? The precinct was about to be torn apart, and their friendship with it. But as they walked down the hall, their fingers brushed together, a silent promise of support in the storm to come.
The story doesn't end here. The case may be closed, but the aftermath is just beginning. The trust within the precinct is shattered, and their own bond is about to be tested in ways they never could have imagined. But amidst the chaos, they had found something unexpected – a spark of connection that could either be their downfall or their salvation. Only time would tell.
The days following the arrest were a blur of paperwork, interrogations, and internal investigations. The precinct was a hive of whispers and accusations, everyone looking over their shoulder. Rosé and Jungkook worked tirelessly to piece together the full extent of the corruption that had claimed Jisoo's life, and in the process, they grew closer than ever. They shared late nights at the office, poring over files, sharing stories, and finding solace in the quiet moments of understanding that passed between them.
One evening, as they were about to leave the station, Jungkook paused, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You know," he said, his voice low and earnest, "we make a pretty good team."
Rosé looked up from her files, her eyes meeting his. "Yeah," she said, a hint of a smile ghosting her own lips. "We do."
The air between them shifted, charged with something new and unspoken. They had been dancing around it for weeks, the tension simmering just beneath the surface of their professionalism. But now, with the truth out in the open, it was impossible to ignore.
"Maybe," Jungkook began, his voice tentative, "maybe we should explore that."
Rosé's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"
He took a step closer, his eyes searching hers. "I mean, maybe we should go on a date."
The words hung in the air, a question and a confession all at once. Rosé felt her cheeks flush, a warmth spreading through her chest. "I'd like that," she said, her voice barely a whisper
Their first date was a simple affair – dinner at a quiet Italian restaurant, the kind of place where the candles on the tables cast a warm glow and the pasta was made from scratch. They talked about the case, of course, but they also talked about their lives, their hopes, their fears. It was the first time they had allowed themselves to be vulnerable with each other, and it felt surprisingly good.
As the night went on, the conversation grew more personal, their laughter echoing off the walls. Jungkook reached across the table, his hand finding hers, and for a moment, it was as if the world outside didn't exist. They were just two people, sharing a meal and a connection that went deeper than the job they both loved.
