Her boss is a bit of a jerk.
Her ex-boyfriend is desperate to find his way back into her heart.
When her boss starts an investigation surrounding her ex-boyfriend, where will her loyalties lie? Will her mind conquer her heart?
I tried to move into my driveway, trying to see what was happening as a small crowd had gathered. It was proving impossible. I could feel a spurt of desperation building as I shoved people out of my way. I crashed into a firm body, my own body trembling - a mixture of fear, anger and the dampness of my clothes from the pouring rain. I looked up, the rain merging with my tears.
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Jungkook swam into view. He placed a firm arm around my shoulder, trying to lead me away from the crowd and away from the open door. I pushed him away from me roughly, turning on him.
"I need to go in there! Why are you dragging me away?!" I shouted at him as he tried to reach out for my arm once more. I held it firm against my chest.
"The house is a crime scene. I can't just let you go in there Y/N. I know it's your house but protocol-" I slammed a hand into his chest.
"Fuck protocol Jungkook! What's happened? Stop messing around and tell me what's happened!" I was finding it harder and harder to keep my cool.
"Your house has been burgled. Every room has been ransacked." I shook my head at him impatiently. I couldn't care less about the house.
"I don't give a crap about what's happened to the house, Jungkook. What about my mother?" Jungkook smiled at me, reassuringly.
"It's alright Y/N-ah. She wasn't home. You might want to call her though, we'll need a detailed list of everything that's missing once CSI have checked for prints." My jaw just about snapped off.
"Of course she was home. There's no way that she couldn't be home. I need to go inside." He held me back as I bit my lip in frustration.
"Just call her Y/N. There's no sign of a struggle. There's no indication that she's in any way involved in this..." I shook my head, tears falling thick and fast.
"She needs to be there Jungkook. She has to be there." I wrapped my arms around my shoulders, looking around the streets.
"What aren't you telling me, Y/N? What's happening that I'm not aware of?" I took a deep breath, knowing that I had to tell him. For my Mother's safety, I had to tell him.
"My Mother isn't well. It's dangerous for her to leave the house. She's supposed to have a nurse with her at all times. I need to get in the house to charge my phone so I can call the agency..." My head was a mess. A complete jumble.
"You mean she's bedridden? So someone must have hurt her?" I shook my head. I could feel myself becoming agitated with Jungkook, even though it wasn't his fault.
"No. She has a mental illness. She's forgetting herself. She's forgetting me. Someone could have took her or she could have wandered off. What if she's been out in the rain for hours?" I breathed, my mind racing. "What if she's fallen down or she's been hurt in an accident? I'm the worst daughter in the world. I need to find her." I went to walk away but Jungkook held me back by my wrist. I looked at him frustrated.
