His Fake Secretory || JJK ✅

Chapter 64

Jungkook's POV:

Sitting inside my office, I was staring at the wall while the pictures were burning in the bin. Who could've sent these? Or maybe it was just a prank? But whoever did this saw yn and me.

Or maybe it was just a stunt and nothing. It could be paparazzi or any obsessed fan of mine.

Hmm, I reassured myself and threw the knife with dried blood into the bin.

Rolling my seat, I looked up onto my computer checking out the email that I received from my prosecutor.

My phone rang. It was Duan. "Yes?" I picked it up.

"Bro...brother..." he was out of breath. "What happened?" I sat straight. "Moth...mother..." he was having trouble breathing.

"Mother what Duan?" My heart stopped pumping inside my ribs.

"Someone stabbed her." My jaw went stiff. "Hello?" He screamed on the call. "Brother are you there?" He called for me once again but I wasn't thinking straight.

My mind went stiff. The phone dropped from my hands and I rushed from my office, stumbling across but managing myself to keep moving. "Call an ambulance and send it to Jeon's mansion NOW!" I yelled across the counter, running outside.

Sitting in the car. My hands were shivering even while holding the steering. I can't lose my mom. "No! No! No!" I was in denial.

"This can't be true!" Tears started rolling down my cheeks while my vision got blurry but I managed to drive to the mansion.

"Mother!" I yelled. Screaming on top of my lungs. I wanted the time to stop right now and start moving anti clockwise. I wish everything was just a joke.

Duan came into my sight. His own eyes were swallowed. He was shivering just like me. "Brother..." he burst into tears. "Where's she?" I asked him. He pointed towards her door.

I ran inside to find a knife being stabbed inside her chest. She can't die. She won't.

I fell on my knees In Front of her and held her pulse in my hand. It was silent.

There was no pulse.

I opened her eyeball and looked in but to my surprise there was a sign of life.

"Duan!!!" I screamed his name. He came into the room, running. "She's alive. The fuck were you doing? Couldn't you call an ambulance?" I yelled at him.

"But her pulse.."

"It's here..." I yelled. Picking her up in my arms from her wheelchair. I didn't pull the knife out of her chest as it was stopping the bleeding. Duan rushed with me. "Open the doors of my car." I yelled.

He ran and opened the door of my car. I laid her down on the backseat while Duan sat beside her.

There was something that wasn't in me that time and I call it Patience.

She had already lost too much blood. By every second the chances of her life were falling. "Why didn't you call an ambulance?" I asked Duan.

"I did and they said they'll be arriving in five minutes but you came earlier than them." He explained. No doubt I drove like a maniac.

The tires screeched as I turned the engine off in front of the hospital. Running out of my car. Duan had her in his arms. "Doctor!" I screamed inside the hospital. A nurse came running to me and guided me towards the operation theatre.

Just in the way a male nurse came with a stretcher. Duan laid her down on the stretcher as they took her inside. Me and Duan we both were taking bath in her blood. There was not an ounce of us clean. It was just blood all over us.