Shadow Dancing | K.TH

Good News

"Hi, Noona. Did you and V hyung have a good time?"

I nearly scream my head off.

When I whip towards the voice, I see Jungkook, his lips pursed and his eyes flat. It could just be me— but somehow, he seems—

Angry?

"Jungkook?"

Yeah— he was definitely angry. He almost looks as angry as he did back when Jin rebuked his idea to storm my father's compound for the cure.

His eyes slit even further.

"Noona, you knew about this all along? You saw how Jimin hyung was suffering. You saw all of us like that, and you kept it to yourself?"

Oh— he's got the wrong idea.

"No, Kook." I breathe, relieved that he was angry of something I could explain.

"Sit down. It's going to be a long story."

"I don't want to sit down. I want you to explain right now, Noona. No curves and tricks. No lying."

"I didn't lie, Jungkook. I just saw him today as well. So if you will please just hear me out, then I can tell you about what you probably just witnessed. Come on."

"Oh." Jungkook says, thankfully looking significantly less mad than a few seconds ago. He sits down to the couch across from me, his assassin lights flashing.

"So in a nutshell, I found out where Hells Angels' Headquarters were. It's in the Heather Forests— which was much larger than I thought. Seriously, never go in there without a GPS. I would've gotten so screwed if—"

"Wait, wait, wait." Jungkook says, his voice so loud that I have to gesture at him to whisper.

"You went there? Tonight? By yourself, without any protection?"

"I had a knife."

"Noona!" He exclaims, his doe eyes wide with shock. "You do not go searching for V hyung, by yourself, in any circumstances. I'm serious— what if you'd gotten caught? Killed?"

"Why does everyone keep telling me that?" I say, recalling that what Jungkook was saying was strangely familiar to what V had said a few minutes ago.

"Because, Noona." He throws up his hands in exasperation. "It's dangerous! Could you imagine what would happen if you got hurt, or killed? Let me tell you exactly what will happen, okay?"

He flashes up fingers, folding each one down with each event he fervently describes.

"The moment V hyung finds out that you've been killed, he will probably embark on some suicide mission that involves mass murder and then most likely self suicide in the end. And then, learning that both V hyung and you've been killed, it'll probably put the hyungs in severe depression."

"Which means that Yoongi hyung will never move an inch from bed, Namjoon hyung will be playing chess by himself for eternity, Jimin hyung will starve himself until he gets as thin as a stick, and—"

"Okay, okay." I quickly intervene, not wanting to hear any more. "I promise I won't do stuff like that, alright? But it'll be fine, Jungkook. You'll get to see him too, soon."

His face practically starts to glow.

"Really?"

"Of course," I say, happy as I lean back on the cushion. "He'll come by once in a while— I think once a week."