Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 24

Rose's pov

Searching for her husband to tell him he had to mourn a stranger was definitely something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

I called Jaeyun 145 times.

After that, I decided to act for the sake of my own mental health. That idiot kept his location on the whole time, and I'd be really surprised if a disused area actually housed a cemetery. He was there for a specific—undoubtedly macabre—reason, so I needed to join him.

"Rose, I'm trying to sleep... I'll always help you with your anxiety attacks, but looking for Jaeyun at this fucking hour is just ridiculous," William yawned on the other end of the line.

My patience had been worn thin. William didn't want to help? FINE. Another best friend would accompany me. I hung up and selected another name from my phonebook: Park Jongseong. He'd made promises, now was the time to honor them. The fact that he too had doubts about his own best friend proved that something felt amiss.

Luckily, Jay picked up; calling at three o'clock in the morning is pretty outrageous.

"I've had a tough day," he immediately stated. I rolled my eyes, holding my phone between my ear and shoulder as I grabbed my black trench coat from the closet. "Don't pout, I'm listening."

"Jaeyun's not home. He's been gone for hours, he isn't picking up, and... someone died, but I don't know who. It's fucking crazy I kn—"

"Wait for me," Jongseong cut me off.

—

When Jongseong arrived in less than ten minutes, I realized the gravity of the situation. Excessive speed wasn't worth the risk, yet that's exactly what he did to get here so quickly. To be honest, I loved his dedication. His workday as a surgeon exhausted him, but he still sacrificed his rest for Jae and me.

"You were fast."
"Yeah, you needed it."

He locked eyes with me.

"Rose, please tell me this is just a joke." I would've liked to reassure him, but I wasn't joking about death. I shook my head. Jay clenched his jaw, sighed loudly, and began pacing. "I told Jaeyun to be responsible, but he keeps scaring you to death every single time."

"You're not a psychologist, Jongseong. Don't try to change him." I slipped on a pair of heels and grabbed my house keys. He paused, his gaze questioning. "I have his location," I added.

"After you, Mrs. Sherlock," he smiled. I handed him the bunch of keys to lock the door, then walked down the driveway to his car. It was brand new, matte black, and as angular as its owner's jaw. "I just got this beauty, the G-Class. Thought I deserved it." Wow. At least one of us was living the life; mine still smelled of gasoline and brought back the trauma.

"Mrs. Holmes. Sherlock is his first name," I corrected him as I opened the car door.

He chuckled, waiting for me to settle in before closing it. "Yes, and a psychologist doesn't change people; they help them heal," he retorted once he was seated in the driver's seat. Fair enough.

To avoid wasting time and going down the wrong path, I checked the location again. Fuck. Jaeyun had moved, but not to a specific spot; he was just driving along the cliffs. I showed Jay my phone. "Shall we follow him?" My Watson glanced at the moving dot on the map before turning on the ignition.

"Of course. Your seatbelt." I fastened it.

—

Jongseong slammed on the brakes, jolting me awake from my doze. I blinked, adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. We were in the hospital parking lot, hidden by a concrete pillar. He gestured toward his side of the windshield.