Fate's Play ✔️

Chapter - 17

Rachael watched me warily as I closed the curtains, stopping the last bit of view of what was happening in this room from the eyes of those outside the wardroom. The wardroom was on the ground floor, viewing the back exit through the window. From my peripheral view, I saw Rachael inching a little closer to the door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I sneered at her, making her still in her place.

"I wasn't escaping, just confirming that door was locked," she said meekly,

I raised my eyebrows at her lame excuse, went to sit on the vacant chair she was sitting before, and looked at her sister's sleeping face. It must be the medicines.

"She looks better now," I whispered in a flat tone,

Rachael looked around the room, not meeting me in the eye, "She's safe only because of you,"

I was stunned by the words that only held a grateful tone behind them and looked at her cautiously. She didn't squirm under my gaze and looked relatively comfortable. But kept shifting from one foot to another and looked to her right toward another chair.

"Please sit. Don't mind me. I was passing by and thought of chatting with you," I told Rachael with such straightness and mockery that others who were eavesdropping on our conversations snickered. I didn't know where this new confidence level came from, but I didn't let my jittery overpass it. She went to sit on the chair placed by the corner on my right and gazed toward me with serenity. There were no signs of uneasiness highlighting her frame, only pure calmness.

"How long will your sister be asleep?" I asked her sternly,

"She just took her medicines, so it will take at least an hour for her to wake up," Rachael told me solemnly. I was appalled by her cooperation and how easily she looked while talking to me. She was surprised when she saw me, but not scared or nervous, and I couldn't comprehend why it was so.

"Let's not waste any more time, then," I told her and took out the gun from my behind and held it above my crossed legs. It was an act to scare her tiny, but she looked unaffected as she stared at it blankly.

"Why don't you keep it back where it was? I know you won't use it, Jungkook," Rachael said bluntly. I stared at her indifferently, not showing how astounded I was.

After a month, would she still remember the name of the doctor who treated her sister?

'Jungkook, relax; she is only tricking you. Don't fall for it,' Junghyun said through Bluetooth. I hummed quietly and tilted my sideways to scrutinize her.

"I don't remember telling you that you can give me orders," I hissed at her,

Rachael shrugged and said straightforwardly, looking at me with penetrating eyes, "I just said it because I know you won't. Because I know you are not who you are pretending to be,"

"And who am I pretending to be?" I asked her with seething irritation,

"You know who I am talking about," Rachael said, her lips titled upwards very slightly, "I have known you way before you remember,"

I froze, looking at her wide-eyed. I white-knuckled the pistol, anxious not to spill anything I shouldn't, "What do you mean by that?"

"Of course, you don't remember," Rachael said with an anticipated tone that irked me more, "After all, I was just another girl in the school who spent half of her day in the library to stay low,"

I watched her with uncertainty, not understanding what she was trying to say, but her tone held complete integrity.

'Jungkook, she's just trying to distract you; don't listen to her,' Taehyung's faint voice reached my ear.