CODE PATRICIA 2 || Rosekook |ON HOLD|

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Roses are Red,
Violets are blue,
Dispose the chip,
Before I dispose you.

You have become a smart girl, love.
Missed you.
-H.S.P

"What is this?"

Jungkook suddenly questioned while carefully rereading the paper that was found on the backseat of the car. "You did not—," He mumbled again with his eyes still not looking away from the small piece of information.

"You didn't send the micro chip to the North?" Jungkook's voice echoed in complete confusion.

He thought that agent Park Roseanne had sent the chip to the North. The chip which originally belonged to the South Korean government, and the same chip which had all the information about the Second Mafia.

"Explain. Park," He raised the paper to the direction of where agent Park Roseanne was standing.

Jungkook was literally unable to detect the thoughts which was running wild in the North Korean's mind, he could not read her simplest thoughts at all.

"Are you planning to get yourself killed? Why didn't you send it to the North? You are—,"

"It's none of your business Jeon.." She immediately snatched the paper away as she worked her hands faster to tear it down. She was eagerly getting rid of the evidence— completely ceasing its existence.

"You don't understand Roseanne... The paper was literally talking about killing you over a small fucking piece of shi—."

"—Then forget that you ever saw it! Jeon, just forget it if it bothers you," Her fierce tone yelled at agent Jeon Jungkook as their eyes intensely stared down at one another with none of them planning to looking away any time soon.

"Don't give me that shit, Park Roseanne," Jungkook calmly mumbled as he rubbed his temple while deciding to look away first from their stare.

"Let me help you, Roseanne... don't take it all by yourself.... You didn't give away your chip when I thought you did," He added, while the North Korean agent avoided his eyes.

He didn't even tell his colleagues about it's existence to save agent Park Roseanne. And now when he thought it was away with the North for the betterment, it happens to be with Roseanne this entire time. "Just tell me Rose, Is it the mafia— that's after you for having their intel? Did they hurt you today?"

"I-I.. had to keep it wit—,"

"Wait... I already know that answer now," Jungkook stopped Roseanne from talking any further. Just from the tone of her voice, he totally sensed that it was indeed the mafias that was after her.

"Why are you risking yourself Roseanne, it scares me that I cannot read you anymore.. let me help you.. please..."

"I don't need your help.. Jeon.... Just leave me alone."

As soon as Jungkook had received a plea of help from the North Korean agent earlier that day, he had immediately rushed to her location.

"Sorry about the car," She had said with an apologetic smile as some shattered pieces of glasses surrounded her.

"You don't have to worry about the car, the agency will fix it." Seeing her in a very unusual circumstances, Jungkook brought up his hands to check on her.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, questioning himself about the scenario of how might the accident could have actually occurred. He was sure that the scene looked completely deliberate.

But he didn't question her statement. He was forcing himself to believe in her. He almost thought that Roseanne was negatively scheming against them, but not until he saw the paper.

He silently thanked the lord for the paper. Roseanne was definitely hiding something, but something told him that she was hiding it for good.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook's concerned eyes immediately caught upon her hands. Her hand was bleeding down from her right arm.

"I am fine,"

"Let me see—," His large hands softly grabbed her wounded arm, but it was eventually pushed away by the smaller ones.

"I said I am fine.. just worry about the car," She spoke while looking away from his eyes. "My hands can be fixed," She mumbled the last part.

"Roseanne...." Sighing at the stubborn woman, Jungkook suddenly grabbed her hands all over again. "The car can be fixed," He continued, his focus not wearing away from the girl as his immense glare stopped the girl from her resistance.

"But had anything worst happened to you—," He tore his white collar shirt, and immediately wrapped it around her wounded arm. "—It could have been very hard to fix." He brought his attention back to the agent who was silently watching him the entire time.

"Roseanne, wounds cannot be fixed. It has to heal, it takes time to heal... so, please—,"

"Please stop resisting me,"

"And let me help you..."

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_unedited.

A/n
Short chapter.
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Author Yangki.