Lovely (K.n.j + K.s.j)

11

Jin

"For God's sake!" I yelled as I looked at the clock.

'9:12' in a bright bold red. "I'm late! Namjoon let me go I'm late!" I tried to pry off of Namjoon's demonic grip.
"I called Yoongi-Hyung for you, I said you weren't feeling well."

He said as he nuzzled closer to me. "Aish, this kid." I said as I fixed the comforter on us, draping our bodies with the warm fabric.

"You do know I still have to do an investigation, right?"

"I know, but you looked so tired when I got home last night, the bags under your eyes said so."

I smirked. "Are you calling me old, Namjoon?" His eyes suddenly snapped open and widened.

"No! Of course not! You're the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on!" He jumped up and held my hands as he said so; I could only giggle at how adorable my boyfriend was.

"Calm down, Joonie, I was only teasing." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and turned to the side of the bed, getting off.

"Where are you going?" Namjoon whined. "I'm going to make us breakfast Joonie, come on you can help me fry some rice."

I walked out of our bedroom and into the kitchen. The apartment wasn't big, but had enough space for the two of us.

I can hear the light thumping of feet from Namjoon and he gave me a big hug, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Why couldn't we just stay in?" He mumbles against my shoulder. Just like the day before and the day before that, he would always have an excuse to hug me.

There was never a day where Namjoon wouldn't ask for cuddles when he or I get home from work.

"Because you are the main librarian, mind you. So you have work, and thanks to you~ I don't!" I giggled and took of his arms gently from my waist and took the apron hanging off the rack.

"That's no fair-" Namjoon pouted.

"Oh hush now love, come on, I need you to crack the eggs." I said as I passed the carton.

He was about to reach for it when suddenly the telephone rang. He jolted in surprise, but luckily he held tightly to the egg carton.

We both turn to the telephone as it continued to ring.
I swear I heard him click his tongue, he looked irritated.
"I'll get it." He said, his tone left no joyous teasing or whining, but serious and stern.

I could feel the tension in the room.
"Joon-?"

He picked up the phone.
"Hello?"

The response in the line was too quiet, I wasn't able to hear anything, not even a murmur, but what I could make out was beeping.

'Morse code?' I asked myself as I continued to lean forward.

"Alright, thank you." Namjoon said as he puts down the phone. I scrambled and went to turn on the heat of the stove and pretended that everything was alright.

"Hi Jinnie, sorry, Jimin called." He smiled at me, suddenly all the weight in the air left.

I didn't question it. I trusted Namjoon.
"Is everything okay though? You looked mad before picking up."

"No no I'm fine, I was just mad that I had to have a call from work so early." Namjoon just giggled like there was nothing wrong.

I didn't say anything further, just nodded and continued making breakfast.

After, Namjoon got dressed, kissed me goodbye and went off to work, promising he'll be back in an hour now or two, which meant leaving Jimin with the responsibility to look after the shop.

I stayed in the middle of the apartment, looking around at how filthy everything was.

I cleaned yesterday yet there were already dust bunnies and trash. I rolled my eyes and groaned, grabbing the mop and the broom.

Cleaning for hours helped my mind be clear. I dusted the shelves of signed books by Namjoon's favorite authors and cleaned the shared desk in our room. That was until I noticed something.

It was a file, not just any file, a file with the name
'Jeon Jungkook'

Curious, I opened the file, there was no emblem or mark on the folder so I thought it was a random employee file I brought home on accident.

Flipping through, I see Jungkook as a baby. I smiled at how innocent he looked; as the pages went, more and more photos of him as he grew popped up.

Holding a knife, guns, even blood in his clothes.

"What the hell-?" I said loudly, I say down, flipping through everything. Reading everything carefully.

'Entry 1'
Jungkook was an orphan I found in the latest murder case. Age 10. When the murderer was disposed of, I realized I was 5.36 minutes too late. The parents were slaughtered and I was there in time to only save the child. A worthy heir maybe? Mother said to keep him as my brother, and soon he may inherit what I have done. Erasing his memory was one thing, but me only being 15? this won't be easy. 

"Heir..." I said to myself.

'Entry 120'
He's 12, his eyes are large and his teeth are fully grown. Painful when he bites really. The agency thought I was mad to keep him. It won't hurt to have such a reliable child with me. He is playful at times yes, but still. He's very smart. 

'Entry 360'
He has grown into a fine man. At age 15, he has successfully made passed my generals and other leaders. His knife throwing is sharp and accurate. It even surprised me when he threw the knife at the apple H was holding. The others couldn't help but laugh. This boy is truly something else.

"This can't be mine nor the departments...is it-?"
I quickly flipped through the near end of the entry's.

'Entry 1589'
He is old enough now to have his own mission, coinciding with V, both of them make a good pair. The accuracy of Jungkook and the skills of V in hacking and computer engineering.

More to be written. Such a dangerous world we live in. Don't you think so? I know Jungkook will make me proud. I hope to introduce 'Kook to him soon. He will love him.

Sincerely, Kim Namjoon

I dropped the folder. My hands were shaking. I muffled my mouth to cover my screams and my cries.

Was Namjoon the leader all along?

Was he just using me?

Was I nothing more than a toy?

Is that why he asked about how my day was?

No, Seokjin, no. Deep breaths. Namjoon loves you. But we can't be sure, can we?

Suddenly, I heard the lock of the door open. I turn to the clock and see that it's already '3:50pm' Namjoon was home.

"Honey?" He said, I hear the muffled voice from beyond the door. I scrambled to my feet and hid the folder, wiping away my tears and jumping into the shower.

"I-In here!" I said as I closed the door, hoping he didn't notice.

"Please don't be true.." I mumbled to myself as he opened the door.