His Fake Secretory || JJK ✅

Chapter 65

Y/N's POV:

“Do you really have to leave?” Yoongi asked me as I combed my hair. “Yes.” I nodded.

Running my fingers through my till armpit length hair. I smiled at myself looking in the mirror. It's been so long since I had grown my hair. They were an insecurity that he healed.

“You look beautiful.” I received a compliment but it wasn't Yoongi. It was Joon. He entered the room while I was busy admiring myself. “Now that you are getting ready to leave. I really feel like a proud brother cause I’ve seen you grow up.” Yoongi and I both looked at him with utter shock.

“Mature talks from you?” I spoke. He chuckled. “But it's better. I can have more seaweed soup now.” I chuckled at him as he rubbed the back of his head.

“By the way Jin is calling you out.” Joon pointed towards me. I nodded and he left.

“Can't you stay just one more night please?” Yoongi whined while I gave him my hair band to tie in my hair as he looked into my eyes through the reflection of the mirror.

“You are speaking as if I'm going forever.” I chuckled.

“I know but still…” he gulped,fixing my lower hair after tying half of them in a pony.

He pulled his hand back. I turned around and looked into his eyes,taking his hands into mine.

“You should start seeing someone too. Love is a beautiful feeling.” He looked onto my hand as I got up.

“Come on…let's go.” I spoke.

Entering Jin's room. I found him playing games on his PC. “You called me?” I stepped ahead. He looked at me for a millisecond.

“Yeah! Your nun from the orphanage called me saying that she wants to talk to you but your phone is switched off.” That's when my brain clicked that I myself don't know where my phone is.

“So don't forget to meet her while going back.” I nodded as he went back into his game just as he yelled.

It must be at Jungkook's house. I stepped out as my eyes saw Yoongi looking at me with his sad eyes.

I've never seen him being so clingy towards me.

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The engine stopped in front of the Orphanage. I walked inside with a helmet in my hands.

My eyes fell on my nun sitting in her office. I knocked on the door. She looked at me and nodded.

Entering inside..”You were calling me?” I asked her. She nodded and tapped on the table telling me to sit.

I sat down, placing my helmet beside. “How are you?” She asked me. “I'm good.” I replied as she rolled her chair and opened a drawer pulling out an envelope.

She slid it towards me. I looked at it. “What's this?” I asked. “I think it's time to give you this.” She spoke.. I was about to open up when she held my hand.

“Only open it when you are strong enough.” The curiosity grew inside me even further. I nodded and walked out.

What could be in it?

Walking ahead towards the parking lot. I finally tore it and opened up the envelope.

It stated:

‘My dear daughter,
This is me. Your father Jung Yakuza. If you are reading this, that means I'm not alive anymore. I know you don't know me but I've always kept my eyes on you. You don't know your identity either. Let me start from you first.