Mr.Jung is Dangerous {Bts Jhope fanfic}

Part 20: Then he spilt the beans

"I just want some damn answers." I whispered to myself right before my knuckles crashed onto the door of room 322 three times.

"Mr.Jung?!" I yelled/whispered into the crack of his door praying he'd open it quick. I'd already gotten caught once, I wasn't about to get caught again.

I heard him groan from the other side, as he must still be recovering from his scary fall this morning.

He opened the door wide and sighed a bit when he saw me. I couldn't read his expression, but he didn't look irritated. He was probably expecting me.

I closed the door behind me saying nothing. I was shocked at how he didn't even resist my efforts this time. He knows what I want: answers. So why'd he let me in?

He sat on his gray sofa and I couldn't help myself, I scanned his place. It was gorgeous.

"Professor's rooms are no joke huh?" I attempted to lighten the mood. It worked. The corner of his mouth raised just the slightest bit.

The room was clean, like brand new clean. I was certain the kitchen was sparkling, and it smelled like faint cologne and a hint of hand sanitizer. It was weird how it smelled fresher in his room than outside! He was definitely a minimalist. A couple plants here and there, a large fuzzy rug, scarce artwork on the walls, but at the same time it was very homey.

"Esme I think we have a lot to talk about, maybe you should sit down." He said in a serious tone that frightened me while also turning me on just a tad.

I nodded and crossed my legs on his sofa. I wondered how'd he react, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Are you okay?" I asked genuine. Sure I want my answers, but I still care about him so I needed to know if he was even ready to talk about whatever it is that's so serious.

He kept his eyes fixated at his hands. "I'm alright. I deserve it anyway." Before I had the chance to object he began speaking again. "Esme first I'd like to apologize."

My eye brows shot up. "What? Why?!" I wanted him to look me in the eyes so badly but whatever was weighing him down was really ahold of him because he just...couldn't.

"Well to be honest I've never felt bad about deceiving anyone, but you... you're different." He looked up at me and this time I wished he hadn't. I was picking something out of my teeth, and his gaze was so strong.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about having you put your life on the line for me when this entire time it's been a lie! I'm not a professor, and I'm not even 31 years old. I tried to restart and for a while, and everything was good. But then you came along and screwed with my head..." his voice broke.

"And I just don't understand why you would do everything you've done for me even though you were suspicious of who I am."

I was silent, I wanted him to continue talking... I wanted him to tell me it was all a huge joke.

He smoothly collected himself "Then things got messy, and now my name is out there... and so is yours." His eyes drifted to the envelope, which means it probably contained nothing good.

I shook my head not comprehending a word he'd said. I'd had so much to tell him about Ryan and the recording but it didn't even seem to matter, what he was eluding to sounded so much worse.

"So now that you know this I understand I owe you a real answer to every one of your questions." He looked up at me finally once more, I felt my heart break a little. A small voice in my head was telling me it was better to be ignorant. What if he was some sort of terrorist in disguise or someone who robs banks? I just want him, and it'd be even better if I didn't have to know why he fabricated an identity and why huge corporations are after him. But I needed to know the truth, because I was starting to fall hard for this man, and there is no sense to falling in love with a serial killer.

I didn't know how to feel, what to say, or how to go about saying it but I could only think of one question at the moment

"Why?"

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"Six or seven?" Ahn asked Tang while trying not to spill boiling tomato sauce all over the place.

"Eight babygirl, meatballs only fill me up if I eat at least a bucket!"

Ahn felt her face get hot and she scolded herself for melting so easily in front of Tang. She was overwhelmed with excitement to have Tang stay over, and she was trying to not look like a clumsy fool.

Ahn sat down the rest of the food and Tang waited for Ahn to sit down as well before beginning to eat.

"This is amazing Ahn! I'm so glad I know a chef!" Tang slapped her hands together and licked her lips.

Ahn didn't refuse the hot blood rushing to her cheeks this time "Thanks!"

"So I have to know," Ahn asked while taking a break to "seductively" sip her water "How come a girl like you doesn't have guys and girls lined up to hook up with you?"

Tang laughed, caught off guard by the question. " A girl like me? What's that supposed to mean? I'm nothing special."

Ahn rolled her eyes and took a nibble of the garlic bread "Don't you get modest with me, you're like hot and cool!"

Tang laughed again "I guess I am kinda the total package. Why? You crushing on me?" She teased.

Ahn pursed her lips together in fear of blurting out YES. She didn't expect Tang to be so straight forward but that's what she ultimately found attractive about her.

"Oh whatever. Do you have a crush on anyone?" Ahn asked shyly, praying Tang would tell her it was her. But an amazing popular and funny girl like Tang could never like her.

"I guess I kinda do. And usually I'm never afraid to tell anyone I like them but this time it's different. I just don't want to mess our friendship up you know?"

Ahn nodded biting her lip as she gained more confidence Tang was referring to her.

"It wouldn't mess up your friendship" Ahn perked "Because if you guys are truly friends I'm sure she'll love you either way! And you never know, she may love you even more as her girlfriend!"

Tang smiled before eating the crispy part of the meatball "You should be a therapist, because suddenly I have a lot more confidence about telling my crush how I feel."

Ahn's face was as hot as a stove "So? You never actually told me who she is." She prepared herself to be flattered with "its you baby", in which she would reply "oh stop it!", and then she would kiss her on the cheek.

Tang fiddled with her hands nervously but gained more confidence looking at Ahn's sweet expression. She could trust her. She could finally say it out loud.

"It's Esme, I love Esme."