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Jungkook- Copy Cat

Jungkook kept his hands firmly in his pockets as he followed the FBI agents down a hallway he had basically memorized by now. His mind wouldn't leave the thought of whoever this girl was. It could just be someone from the special crime unit, but why would they be so secretive about something like that?

"Here we are." One of the agents sighed out as they stopped in front of a door. "Fair warning." He looked back at Jungkook over his shoulder. "She's not exactly good at human interaction."

Jungkook snorted, knowing that this girl, whoever she was, must be more like him than these FBI agents.

The moment the door open Jungkook found his eyes widening. He found himself looking at a girl no older than himself, handcuffed to the table she sat behind. She had her chin resting in the palm of her hand, her eyes closed.

There were two men standing on either side of her, both wearing dark black suits. They had obvious coms in their ears and made no facial expression when Jungkook and the agents walked in. 

It looked as though one of the FBI agents was about to speak, to either the men surrounding the girl or to the girl herself, but her voice filled the room softly.

"Took you long enough." You said, not even opening your eyes. "I fell asleep."

Jungkook found his eyebrows raising. There were a few things that set him off. Most of it was your age, you looked so young, your clothes didn't help. You had ripped, dark blue jeans hugging your legs, and pretty torn up gray DC's on your feet. The pink zip-up hoodie stood out the most to him. It seemed out of place somehow, like you should be wearing all black or something.

Maybe he was just being stereotypical. 

You finally opened your eyes, a slight gold glittering from the light above you. A very low smile touched your lips as you looked directly at Jungkook.

"Jungkook," One of the agents at his side said quietly. "This is Y/F/N. She is an... expert of the ways and patterns of your fathers work."

"Expert?" You cocked an eyebrow. "That's a little degrading in my opinion."

Jungkook took a step forward, looking down hard at you. "Who are you?"

You had an overly amused look on your face. "The nice FBI agent just told you who I am."

Jungkook shook his head once, getting another step closer. "Who are you?" He was close enough now to lean his hands down on the other side of the table. "Why are you here? Why do you know about my father? Why are you shackled to a table?"

You surprisingly snickered, not at all bothered by his bombardment of questions. "Have you ever heard of the special ops psychologist crime unit?"

"Course." Jungkook shrugged.

"Those are people who are trained to focus solely on the criminal mind. They are drilled for years and study for hours. Now," She shrugged lightly, looking down at herself. "Take all that and put it on a four-year-old."

Jungkook felt his eyes widen slightly, looking back at the FBI agent. "What is she talking about?"

"My parents were two very mentally unstable people." She answered before anyone else could speak. "Or at least, one of them was. Lucky me, those psychotic genes were passed down to their one and only daughter. Both of them were arrested and I became the governments' ginny pig on a new task force. Children hunting killers, how fun."

Jungkook glanced up at the two men standing on either side of her. "That can't be true."

"Interesting." You cocked your head to the side, for some reason starting to annoy him with you constantly interrupting. "The son of one of the most notorious serial killers ever known is soft."

Jungkook ground his teeth together, forcing himself not to snarl. "Is she the only one?"

"No." One of the men standing next to her finally spoke. "Honestly we had men looking into you the moment your father was caught, but unfortunately you had some," The man let out a strangled growl. "Protection."

Jungkook felt his eyebrows crease, taking a slight step back. "You still didn't answer my last two questions." He said quietly, not wanting to stay on this topic at the moment.

"I think the answer to your second question is irrelevant at the moment." You said, and before Jungkook could argue, you spoke again. "And for your third question, apparently I am not only a danger to others but myself as well. Who knew." You muttered the last part, sinking down in your chair.

"Enough with the small talk." The man standing to the right of you barked, startling Jungkook. "None of this is important. If this man, whoever he is, continues on the same path he is on, we are going to have very big issues on our hands. It took years to catch your psychotic father."

Jungkook let out a slow breath, forcing himself not to get mad. "I'm willing to help." Was all he said, his eyes drifting back to you. "But I work better alone."

"Aww, come on Kookie." Jungkook narrowed his look at the nickname. Only his father called him that...

You randomly flicked your hood up in a smooth motion, sucking the breath out of Jungkook's lungs. He should've seen those the moment he walked in but he was too distracted.

"Where the hell-" He gasped out.

"What these?" You glanced up, shaking your head back and forth slightly so the bunny ears positioned on the top of the hoodie wiggled a little. "Well, I made them of course. No better way to get into the mind of a killer then following in his footsteps." You gave him a look, a look that actually set him off. "Right, Jungkook?"

Jungkook was nervous, and he didn't like being nervous. He could only think of one person in the world that had ever made him truly nervous and that person was behind bars at a top security prison. He didn't like the way you looked at him, he didn't like the way you talked to him. And unfortunately, with his screwed up mind that his father so kindly passed down to him,

He wanted nothing more than to get in your head.

"Fine." Jungkook breathed, so quiet you almost didn't hear it. "Take the cuffs off." 

"We can't do that." The man to your left strictly said.

"The only way we work together on this is if you follow everything I say, I know you don't know how this works, but you are not allowed to have a say on anything I do." Jungkook took a step forward, glaring deep into his eyes. "Now take the cuffs off. I promise." He glanced down at you with a smirk, now slightly satisfied at the cautious face you were giving.

"I'll take care of her." 

Ehhhyyyy Jungkookie what a guy little killer bunny awwww

Dude fuck me that picture am I right or yes