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nightmare

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your pov

We drove home in silence. In complete and utter silence. I kept looking out the window as if the empty sidewalks and streets would help soothe me. I looked at Jungkook, his face flushed and his jaw cleched.

"Please jungkook, please tell me what you're thinking." I begged him.

He stopped the car suddenly causing me to jump. He looked at me, his eyes were so cold and full of anger.

"Why was she there, y/n? How did she know we were there? Did she tell her f-father that she suspects us? Her father-," his voice cracked almost as if it refused to continue. "He took so much. He took so much from me."

His eyes become narrow and rigid. Just when I thought he was going to open up to me. Just when I thought he would let me in and break down his walls, the shutters to his vulnerability closed.

We arrived at home, in silence, just like we were before. When we pulled into the driveway and I tried to collect myself. I glanced at Jungkook's direction to see him taking deep breaths, doing the same.

"Are we sleeping in your bed or mine?" he asked.

"What are you talking abou-" I began, then I remembered.

Our house is bugged by Jack the Ripper's daughter and the FBI. Great. Marvellous.

"Yours," I said as I stepped out of the car. I let out a fake laugh. "Come on slow poke."

He smirked and got out of his range rover, closing his 'shutters' even harder as he forced a smile. How do I know its forced? Because it doesn't light up his face at all, if anything, it made his eyes frow even colder.

We walked inside hand in hand, beaming at each other. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, the corners of my lips just wanting to fall. But there is no way I can let that happen, not when i know how important it is for us to look happy and in love.

Later that night, we laid in Jungkook's bed. But it wasn't at all what I would've imagined the first time i saw him. We laid as far away as we possibly could, as if there's a wall between us.

Jungkook's pov

I ran. I ran as fast as I could, forcing my legs to go faster than they ever have before. I banged my body against the door until it bursted open. I ran inside the living room but I didn't see him. I looked right then left then right again but he was nowhere to be found. That's when i saw her.

"MOM!"

I ran up to her. Her ebony hair was scattered, fresh blood splattered. Her deep brown eyes were gaping open lifeless... just like the rest of her.

I got up to look for Yerin. I ran into the kitchen, then to the bathroom, then to her bedroom.

Where is she?

I ran back to the living room and saw her. Her eyes filled with fear. A small cry forced its way up her throat and out of her mouth. Jack the Ripper was holding a knife to her throat. Power and adrenaline ran through my veins yet, I was paralyzed. I couldn't even scream, but who would hear me.

"Please," I begged. "She's my s-sister."

"Not a step closer Jungkook." his voice deep and raspy. "say goodbye."

Tears poured out of my eyes as he pulled the knife back and everything went black.

"JUNGKOOK!" a familiat voice shouted.

I sat up, my heart racing. I saw Y/N, her eyes filled with worry.

"I-I." I couldnt speak. I couldnt move.

she pulled me into her embrace while i was still frozen.

"Its okay to hurt, Jungkook." I swear I heard Yerin's voice come out of Y/N's mouth.

We layed back down. The wall that was previously between us, broken. she held me, and i held her. I heard Y/N's breathing. It was light and calm. Even though I didnt deserve happiness, she gave me a taste of it. Her laugh lit up the room. Her smile made my heart skipped a few beats. Her touch.. enough to make my whole body go numb. But at the same time, thinking about her made me want to cry, because i know she would never be mine.

We're undercover, but i knew i didnt want to be.

I want to get to know her. I want to know everything about her. She didnt hear me but then again, she could never hear me. She doesnt like me. She's getting paid to pretend to love me.

I drew circles on her arm with my thumb.

"only you my love, its only you."

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