It is the nature of life to take unprecedented turns. Turns that may imperil every single breath a person can take and that was her destiny.
His was to solve the maze these unprecedented turns of life had put her in. It was another mystery that he h...
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"Work has been my spite these days," Yoongi announced, not convinced otherwise, as he took a sip from his coffee.
"Why?" Jungkook asked, not glancing at the man who was staring at him for a better response and continued to search recklessly through the drawers.
"First of all, I don't understand why the fuck I am hiding about your girl's whereabouts when I clearly know she is right in your house," He attacked, addressing the younger with a sense of irritability.
"Because I told you to." The lawyer shrugged nonchalantly as if stating the most obvious reason. "And... she isn't my girl. She has a boyfriend."
A dubious silence fell between the two. It took Yoongi a sip from his warm drink and a bite of his favourite snack before he started the conversation again. "Why are you helping her hide?"
"Technically, she isn't hiding anymore. She has started working like a week ago, God knows why, and acted like a knowledgeable, independent woman throughout the week. And I doubt that will go away anytime soon, I hope it doesn't." He smiled softly, nodding to himself before continuing. "She likes to work and it shows. And about hiding? Hyung she needs time." He spoke, this time a little meticulous with his words for his acquaintance, along with the entire world, was still unknown to the actuality. "Everything came out to be too heavy on her. She is a valiant person to still manage her emotions and try and find what she thinks the police is not working on, no offence." He eyed Yoongi casually, giving him a well-known grin.
"It's not like we're not working on it, Jungkook-ah. It's just that there is nothing much to work on. I'll let you have the reports if I had them and you'd say the same." Yoongi sighed, slouching in his chair. "Celebrities tend to make a big deal out of everything and that is the case here. Everything absolutely points towards Mrs. Song slipping from the staircase and ending up with a severe haemorrhage and the consequent aneurysms. She was not treated within the time limit and henceforth," He announced, his hands up in the air. "Sadly, she died."
This turned out to be news to Jungkook, he looked at his friend sceptically, almost pleading him to say that this was a joke and he wasn't wasting his time on a case that had nothing to start with. Was it really just that? Had he been listening to bluff until now? But then how could one explain the authenticity in Youra's voice every time it shivered with fear while she talked to him about her nightmares. The day she arrived was no less. The urgency, the tremor, her tears and her theory, all of it had never pointed to him as a made-up fiction. It could not be. The blood on her shirt, that was real. Then why wouldn't her words be?
It was obvious she hadn't been lying. But then again he was working with someone who had received a blow to her head. It could be a shock! He reasoned, but it felt so wrong. He wondered if it all had turned out to be her imagination.
