undercover | jungkook

truth

your pov

All night. I stayed up all night. Searching. Looking. Trying to put together the pieces. Jack the Ripper's daughter lives on this street, but who is she? I looked into the files Jungkook left on the coffee table the night before. According to these files, she was 23 or 24, about 5'7 and slender. I looked through Jungkook's things until I found his computer.

if he catches me, i'm so dead.

It was password protected.

The password? What would the password be? He has dedicated his whole life to his mother and sister... why not his password?

I looked back to the article I had read earlier and realized his mother and sister's name was Hyuna and Yerin. I opened his computer and typed in 'HyunaYerin'

INCORRECT PASSWORD 9 MORE TRIES UNTIL FACTORY RESET.

maybe its their initials.

I punched in 'HJYJ'

His computer unlocked and when it did 5 smiling faces faded onto the screen.

That must be his family before.... you know.

I logged into the FBI database using his name and the same password. Since he has been part of the FBI longer than me, he has more access to legal records. I searched up the background history of everyone on our street. No female was in between the age 23-28.

shit.

I looked a little deeper. One person kept popping out, "Jung Jihee". I dugged a little deeper. Jung Jihee is supposedly a 108 year old lady who has been spending a lot of time in clubs around town.

yea right.

I jumped at the sound of Jungkook's voice,
"what the fuck are you doing?"

Jungkook's pov

My mind is fuzzy. I groaned from the sunlight bathing my body.

where was i?

I blinked, shut my eyes and blinked again. I yawned and managed to fully open both eyes.

That's when it all came back. My mother and sister. My sorrows. You. Everything. Waking up in the morning is my favorite yet my least favorite thing. Why? because the moment when you wake up, you forget. You forget all your problems, all your issues, everything. For that moment, you feel pure happiness... until it all comes rushing back. Your sorrows, your problems, your issues. Everything.

I rolled out of bed, rubbing my eyes and running my fingers through my hair. I walked to the bathroom, brush my teeth and looked in the mirror. I hated the person that looked back at me. I hated the person that let my mother and sister die. Why did I insist on staying out so late? If only we had come back earlier, maybe they would still be by my side.

Mom, she was kind and generous.
Yerin, she was funny and brave. Its all my fault. B-but i am going to solve this case. I will catch my mother and sister's killer.

I walked downstairs to see y/n typing away on my computer surrounded by paperwork. I felt my face turning a deep red and all my muscles tensing. I gritted my teeth and felt my eyes twitch with rage. I was furious.

why are you on my computer? how did you know the password? what are you doing? what did you know? how did you know? did you find anything out about Jack? or about me?

All these questions worlded around in my head. But all that seemed to come out was,
"what the fuck are you doing?"

I saw her jump out of shock and turn towards me. Her big brown eyes looked at me with fear and all the colour drained from her face. I felt my heart pulsing my ears.

"Oh Jungkook, i-i-" she stuttered.

how did you know my name?

"Jungkook?" I fumed. "How do you know my name, Y/N?"

how deep did you dig? what do you know?

I sat down on the couch and cupped my face in my hands, letting my anger ooze out of me.

"i'm sorry for your loss," she said. "i know it must be-"

"No," I cut her off, yelling. "You dont know anything about me or my situation." I stood up and looked at you in the eyes. "You dont know about me because you read a fucking article!"

She looked speechless.

"You dont know anything. You will never know anything about what i feel like so please dont pretend that you do and dont tell me 'you're sorry' because, i dont want to hear it!"

I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. Its been 7 years and I still couldn't stop blaming myself.

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PART | EIGHT