undercover | jungkook

its only you my love

Jungkook's pov

In a matter of 30 minutes, the brownies and I were ready to meet 'Jung Jihee'. I twirled my ring around my finger. I noticed it had 'Its only you my love' engraved inside.

awe, how cute. 'only you my love.'

"hey y/n," I yelled. "You ready?"

"yeah." she walked down the stairs and said, "All I need is my ring."

"Oh I left it for you on the kitchen counter." I ran to the kitchen, grabbing her ring and the brownies. I handed her the ring.

"what? no proposal?" she joked.

I smirked and said, "Its only you my love."

That was weird, why did i said that.

she laughed, slipping on the ring.

your pov

I put my shoes on and Jungkook and I left to Jung Jihee's house, not knowing completely what to expect.

I hope there isn't a 108 year old lady who goes clubbing. I really hope I'm onto something. I want to help Jungkook hurt less. I've only known him for a few days but seeing him hurt... makes me hurt. I don't know.

We walk across the street with my heart racing. My palms began to sweat.

"Hold my hand," I blurted out. "we need to look like a couple."

Jungkook took his hand and held mine in it.

He makes me feel safe. "Its only you my love," what does that mean. Is that some kind of FBI joke or something, is it a gamer joke? ugh

We walked up to the pavement passing flowers of every colour. We walked up the stairs, every step causing me more and more anxiety. I grip Jungkook's hand tighter.

Jungkook rings the doorbell. The door was weathered and beaten just like the rest of the house. The floor of the deck was splintered and scuffed from years of use. We wait a moment until the door opens.

A women opened the door, she looked like as if she was in her twenties. Her blonde hair was shiny and slicked back like a bird's feathers. She had a high firm cheekbones and a nose that looked rather flat. Her face showed no signs of aging, she was somewhat tall and fairly slender.

who is that? Is that Jack the Ripper's daughter?

"hello?" she said. Her face was icy and sharp, just the sound sent shivers down my spine.

"hello," I responded. "I'm Jennie and this is my husband, Jinyu. We just moved across the street and wanted to stop by and meet our neighbours."

"Oh well I don't live here," she insisted. "I'm just here to take care of Jaeun-  I mean Jung Jihee. She is very... frail old women you see. She needs my help a lot of time and stuff."

I scanned her up and down, not breaking the fake smile slapped onto my face. She was wearing hot pink high heels and enough makeup for three women, nevermind. I turned over my gaze to the inside of the house. There were clothes everywhere and pictures of her and other women around her age scattered.

That doesn't look like a very frail old woman's house.

"Oh well," Jungkook said. "We made some brownies."

He handed her the tray and she rolled her eyes. She flashed a big toothy smile at us. Jungkook released my hand and rested his arm on my waist.

"Oh really, thankyou. I'll make sure to give them to Jihee." she lied. She flared us a grin and closed the door.

We headed down the steps and the walk away. As we were crossing the street, I looked back at the house that used to be Jung Jihee's. I saw the same woman we were speaking to just a moment ago's eyes peeking through the blinds staring at us. I turned back and whispered, "she's watching us."

Jungkook nodded. When we got back into our property, he spun me around and looked me into the eyes.

"How good is your acting?" He asked, looking down at my lips. I furrowed my brow.

Jungkook's pov

I put my arms around her waist. Pulling her in slowly. I lift her chin up with my index finger and thumb. The kiss was passionate, I thought I felt sparks between us but then I remembered it was all fake. She was acting. She was pretending. The kiss meant nothing to her.

We are undercover.

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