“𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀 ‘𝗜’𝗺 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲!' (＾3＾♪
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They stepped out into the cool night, the streetlights casting a soft glow on the sidewalk. Jungkook walked her to her car, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. "I'd like to do this again," he said, his voice low and hopeful.
Rosé nodded, her heart racing. "Me too."
As they stood there, the space between th the sound of their breaths mingling in the stillness. Then, Jungkook leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was sweet and gentle, a promise of what could be.
It was the start of something new, a chapter in their lives that neither of them had seen coming. But as they pulled away, the reality of their situation crashed back down. They were still detectives, and the shadow of the case they had just closed loomed large.
"We can't let this affect our work," Rosé said, her voice firm.
Jungkook nodded. "I know."
They stepped back, their eyes holding for a moment longer before breaking away. "But it doesn't have to define us," he added, a hint of hope in his voice.
Rosé's smile was soft. "No," she said. "It doesn't."
They knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, both professional and personal. But as they drove away into the night, the future stretching out before them like an unwritten story, they also knew that together, they could face anything that came their way
Ch 7
But fate had other plans. A few weeks later, Rosé discovered she was pregnant. The joy she felt was quickly overshadowed by the bitter realization that Jungkook had been unfaithful to her. The trust that had been so carefully built between them cracked under the weight of his betrayal, and the precinct was the last place she wanted to be. She took a leave of absence, retreating into the quiet solitude of her apartment, her thoughts a tumultuous storm of anger, sadness, and fear.
Jungkook, consumed by guilt, threw himself into his work, hoping to drown out the pain of losing the woman he had come to love. He had no idea of the life growing inside her, a secret that she carried with her every waking moment. The bond they had formed during the case had been strong, but it was nothing compared to the bond that now grew within her, a silent reminder of what could have been.
Months passed, and the whispers of their affair and the subsequent fallout grew faint. The precinct moved on, the corruption case a grim reminder of the darkness that could lurk in the most unexpected places. But for Rosé, the pain remained raw, a constant companion as her belly grew round with the child that was both a symbol of their love and a stark reminder of his infidelity.
One evening, as she was packing up her desk, she found a USB drive tucked away in a drawer. It was labeled with a date from their stakeout, the night before they had found the hoodie. Curiosity piqued, she plugged it into her computer and watched as a video played. Jungkook's face filled the screen, his eyes filled with regret and desperation.
"I'm so sorry," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I never meant to hurt you. But you have to know, I'm not the man you think I am. I've made so many mistakes, and I can't let you be a part of this mess. I'll always care for you, always. But for now, we have to be apart."
The words hit her like a punch to the gut. He had been planning to leave her, to walk away from their unborn child. But he had never gotten the chance to tell her, and now it was too late. The anger that had fueled her for so long began to dissipate, replaced by a sadness that threatened to consume her.
Rosé took a deep breath, her hand resting protectively on her stomach. She knew what she had to do. For the sake of her child, she had to find a way to move on, to build a life without Jungkook. It would be hard, but she was a fighter, and she had faced worse.
The next day, she handed in her resignation and disappeared from the city, leaving behind the only life she had ever known. Jungkook was left in the dark, his heart heavy with the knowledge of what he had lost. He would never forget the case that had brought them together, nor the woman who had captured his heart. And as he stared at the empty space where her desk once stood, he realized that the biggest mystery of all was the one he had never seen coming – the love they had shared, and the family that could have been.
Years passed, and it felt like a ghost of its former self. New faces filled the desks, and the old scandals were forgotten. Jungkook had moved up the ranks, becoming a seasoned detective with a reputation for his sharp instincts and closed cases.
Jungkook sat in the dimly lit office, staring at the photo of Rosé park on his desk. The cold, hard facts of the murder case laid out in front of him did nothing to ease the ache in his chest. Rosé's abrupt departure had left him feeling more alone than ever, her absence echoing through the once lively room. He missed the way she'd scrunch her nose when concentrating, the way she'd hum under her breath, and the fiery determination in her eyes when they were on the hunt for a killer. But life had to go on, and the case of Jisoo Kim's murder was still wide open.
As Jungkook sifted through the witness statements and forensic reports, a knock at the door startled him. In walked a young woman with a gentle smile, her eyes a soft brown that seemed to hold a secret. Her name was Sana, and she was the new intern at the precinct. He noticed the way she moved with a quiet confidence, her eyes scanning the room as if she already knew where everything belonged.
Over the weeks that followed, Jungkook found himself drawn to Sana's warm presence. She had a way of bringing light to the darkest of days, her laughter piercing the gloom that had settled over the office. They worked late into the nights, side by side, piecing together the puzzle of Jisoo's last moments. Jungkook felt something stir within him that he hadn't felt since the days when he and Rosé were inseparable, a spark of connection that seemed to warm his very soul.
