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Jungkook is a powerful businessman, London returns, a brutal fighter, and born in a privileged Kim family. One project forced him to work and stay with his enemy, whose secrets he hid for a long time. He has only one piece of a page but wa...
“We found him.” Tae-hyung’s voice sounded ominous over the car speaker.
“Where?” Jungkook asked.
Min-woo had been like a wily fox. He had constantly been changing locations and disguises to escape the investigators. Each time there was a lead, either Jungkook or Tae-hyung had flown to those places to verify. This time, Tae-hyung had gone to check.
“He’s at a hospital,” said Tae-hyung.
“Shit. What happened? Our investigators supposedly tracked him there just yesterday.”
“Yes,” Tae-hyung replied. “But when I flew there, we were told he hadn’t come out of his hotel room in a while. We found him lying in blood with gunshot wounds.”
“What the hell?”
There was a tired sigh from Tae-hyung. “Yes. Definitely hell. But he’s alive. Barely. He’s unconscious.”
Jungkook tried to think why and who would try to kill Min-woo. “The hotel cameras—”
“None at the hotel or around surrounding places.”
“Phone?”
“No. He didn’t carry it. He used cash and pay phones everywhere he went. He took every precaution on the earth to escape us.”
“Who the hell tried to kill him? And how in the hell did they get to him before us?”
“No idea, but it’s no accident. Because whoever found and shot him, did a thorough job. They left absolutely no clues whatsoever for the police or our investigators.”
Jungkook felt frustrated. “Some kind of professional?”
“Yes, definitely a professional.”
“But that hitman or whoever the hell it was… they weren’t that thorough if they didn’t ultimately kill Min-woo.”
There was a pause. “The doctors have told me that all the shots went through areas which were non-life threatening. Almost like—”
“The hitman wanted Min-woo to stay alive,” Jungkook finished.
“Still doesn’t make sense, Tae-hyung.”
“I know.”
“So now we need to find who the hell hired this hitman who did a thorough job and yet wanted his victim to stay alive.”
“Yes.”
Dammit. Another search. “Are you going to stay there until Min-woo gains consciousness?”
“No. I’ll fly back soon,” replied Tae-hyung. “I’ll bring Min-woo along if he’s still alive until then.”
“Okay. I’ll help make arrangements to release him to us. I can have some papers prepared to claim we are his family.”
Jungkook’s frustration continued.
But until Min-woo woke up and told them what happened on the day of the massacre, they would be left in the dark.
“Is everything else fine?” Tae-hyung asked.
“With what in particular?”
“Nothing in particular. I was asking in general.” There was a pause. “Anything you want to talk about?”
“No. Everything is going great,” he said. He realized that a small amount of frustration and anger leaked through. However, Tae-hyung didn’t push him for an explanation or ask any questions.“Alright, I’ll get going then. I’ll probably stay at the site tonight. So call me if you need anything before you leave tomorrow.”
“I will.”
Jungkook drove to the site, while making several phone calls following up with his other commitments and businesses. He was glad he was busy enough during the day and most nights not to think too much about things that worked him up.
But sometimes, memories of what had happened with her a few weeks ago on that particular night and the following morning after crept in, frustrating and angering him.
Despite that, he still maintained a working relationship with her so they could get their jobs done efficiently. The only time he had to ask her a personal question was to check whether their night would have any consequences. Seeing Y/n one day as she gently held her stomach while reading a book at the library made him realize that fact.
But she had looked as cool as a cucumber when he asked her the question.
“No,” a curt reply came.
“Care to elaborate that?” he asked. “I didn’t use protection that night. So I’m assuming you use a contraceptive of some kind to be able to say you won’t get pregnant from our night together.”
“What I use or don’t use is none of your business. However, I do know I’m not pregnant.”
“How?” he demanded. “As you must recall we had sex several times that night. Any of those times could have made you pregnant. It’s still too early to find out for sure, but I need a confirmation either way.”
Her eyes flared as she lost her composure. “I told you not to talk about that night!” she snapped. “I am on birth control pills, so you don’t have to worry about me falling pregnant with your child and ruining the precious Kim bloodlines.”
Her taunt made him angry enough to storm out of the room.
He was sick of moping like a jilted lover even though they had barely spent an entire night together. But he continued to brood and fret while he thought of her.
Maybe it was the fact that he stood on the opposite side of the glass.
Usually it was him who broke things off with women and the women tried to persuade him to stay.
However, when it came to her, he was shoved out or rather shot at to get the hell out of her bed. And it happened after the best sex he ever had. It wasn’t as if he had never had good sex before. He did. In fact, most of his partners were almost as skilled as him in bed, making it extremely pleasurable.
But then, there’s good sex, and then there’s sex that blows your mind, making a person crave it like a drug. Maybe I should erase the memory of her with some other willing woman who would be more than happy to be in my bed. That would get rid of the thoughts of her. But he knew he wouldn’t. Which meant the thoughts and memories of her would continue to fester in his mind, eating him away like a disease.
He took a deep breath. No. I will not allow her to intrude my mind anymore. I’m done thinking about her. I’d rather focus all my energy on getting answers from the investigation and my work.
Deep inside he knew it was a losing battle. . . . Don't forget to vote 😊
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