GOLDEN HEADLINES

5: Warnings

NOTHING OUT YET?

Alessia shook her head, trying to shake off the tension, but her mind was racing.

"Forget about that," she said firmly, her voice still a little breathless. "Now answer my question." She stepped forward, eyes narrowing as she demanded.

"Why did my tweet get deleted?"

Jungkook said nothing, just watching her with his cold, unreadable gaze.

Her frustration built as she continued, her words tumbling out. "Are you involved in it?" She paused, her mind running wild.

"Maybe you're the criminal or something... or you're hiding something, your face looks like a kidnapper roaming freely."

She didn't wait for his response, her voice growing more insistent.

"Where did my tweet go??!" She repeated the question, growing more determined with each utterance, but Jungkook remained silent, his gaze never faltering.

Jungkook's irritation was palpable, but there was something almost endearing about the way he reacted. As Alessia continued her barrage of questions, his patience started to wear thin.

With a sharp breath, he lifted his hand to his ear, pressing his finger against it as if trying to block out the constant stream of words.

"Jezz," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly, his eyes narrowing in mild frustration. "Can't you stay silent for a minute?"

"N and O" Alessia Shout back, her voice firm and unrelenting.

Jungkook's gaze darkened for a moment, and with a slight sigh, he finally spoke, his tone colder now. "Your tweet? It's gone because it was never meant to be there, to begin with."

Alessia's voice wavered, a mix of confusion and suspicion swirling in her chest as she took a step closer, her eyes fixed on him. "What do you mean?"

Jungkook didn't flinch, his gaze unwavering. He regarded her for a moment, as if weighing how much to reveal, before speaking again, his tone colder now.

"I mean," he said slowly.

"Someone's trying to make sure you stay away from the Golden Orchid case. Your tweet was a part of something bigger, and it caught attention in the wrong way. People don't want you asking questions you're not supposed to ask."

He took a step back, his eyes narrowing just slightly. "So consider this your warning: Some things are better left untouched."

Alessia's gaze flicked to the golden tattoo just below his collarbone, the intricate design gleaming in the light. Her brow furrowed as she studied it, her suspicion growing stronger.

"Oh really? What about this golden tattoo?" she asked, her voice laced with accusation.

"I'm one hundred percent sure you're involved in the Golden Orchid case. Don't lie to me. Why is it there? Why is golden there?"

Jungkook's eyes followed her gaze, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He took a small step back, as if creating a distance between them, his voice low and teasing.

"You look a lot at my private places," he said, his tone smooth, almost amused. His eyes locked with hers, unshaken by her intensity.

"If you're so curious, maybe I should give you a better look."

Alessia felt a shiver run through her at his words, but she quickly regained her composure, forcing herself to focus.

"That's not my question, Why is the golden tattoo there?" Her gaze remained locked on the symbol, her mind racing with possibilities. "What does it mean?"