''Since 1894'' Captain Jeon is a famous Taekook story.
This is original by @ARTSEOULVK on twitter. And another on wattpad by @BANGTAN27BLACKPINK
this story is good but I'm not fully satisfied with the ending so I created this story with a Happy End...
Jungkook furrowed as he looked at the paper that’s given to him.
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“Its a code. But I think that’s a clue on who the culprit is.”
Jungkook calculated everything in his head, and within just a split second, he cracked the code.
The crumpled the paper in his hand out of anger.
He knew who it was.
As he arrived at Hugo’s office, Jungkook immediately threw him the crumpled paper instead of greeting him.
“What the—excuse me?” Hugo asked, feeling so confused at Jungkook.
He stood there, examining his expressions.
“Tell me what you know.”—
Captain Hugo raised a brow, unable to understand what Jungkook meant.
“Pardon?”
“Open the damn paper.” Jungkook ordered, and Hugo did open the crumpled paper.
He furrowed his brows while deciphering the code.
“He’s a Captain? What does thi meant?”—
Jungkook folded his arms as he speak.
“That paper was found in the storage room where all the equipments were. We checked the the room this morning, and half of the equipments were gone. I’m suspecting that it’s a clue.”
Hugo laughed, feeling offended.—
“Are you suspecting that I was the one who stole the equipments?”
Jungkook shook.
“Maybe, a normal person would do. But I don’t consider myself a normal person.” He paused, connecting everything in his mind.
Hugo raised a brow in confusion.—
“If you’re really the culprit, then why would you put a clue that can lure you out?” Jungkook asked.
Hugo’s eyes narrowed. “I believe that you’re not the one who stole it. But I know that YOU KNOW something.”
Hugo clicked his tongue. “That just means you still suspect me.”—
Jungkook went forward, placing his hands onto the table.
“And If I am?”
Hugo glared at him, feeling a bit pissed on his fellow’s attitude.
“Look, whatever you’re talking about, I know nothing. So if you’ll excuse me—”
“Do you think I’m that dumb to believe you?”—
Hugo stood up in annoyance, “What the hell is your problem? Can you not mind your own bu—”
“For your fucking information we’re on the same business so If you tell me to mind mine, then It’s basically yours too.”
