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A/N: rip jungkook's long hair 😔 BUT he's still going to have long hair in this book 🙃
As soon as you woke up, you headed down to meet with Kallia. You needed to get Zamira's number as soon as possible.
You could easily ask Kallia or Lieutenant Moon to show you a picture of Jungkook because you lost yours, but who are you kidding? They already saw you as a disappointment ever since they found out about you and Aryan. You didn't want to give them another reason to add to the list of 'Why Y/N isn't fit for this job.'
"I've tried calling and texting you, Y/N," Kallia scolds. "You're undercover and in search of one of the biggest South Korean underbosses. You can't just go MIA."
"It's not like I did it on purpose," You retort. "My friend accidentally dropped my phone in the water and it stopped working."
"Still. You should've come to me the moment it happened."
"You're right," You agree, but are ready to move on from this topic. "Anyway, I need Lieutenant Moon's number."
Kallia looks through her computer and when she stops she rips a sticky note from the pile, writing down numbers.
"And Aryan's too if you have it." You say and she looks up at you through her eyelashes, obviously judging.
She writes a second number down before passing you the sticky note.
"You need to get your head in the game, Y/N. You seem too unfocused for someone with such an important task."
"I'll get my shit together. Now, if you'll excuse me."
You stand up from the chair and exit her office. Getting into your car, you sit in there for a few minutes.
You felt like crying because you felt like a failure. Because you felt like maybe you weren't the one for this job. I mean, you've been here for days and you still don't even know what that Jeon Jungkook looks like.
You look at the sticky note in your hand and immediately dial Aryan. It takes a few rings, but he finally picks up.
"Hello?"
A smile crosses your face as you sigh in relief, "Aryan."
"Y/N? You're okay! Why wouldn't you answer my calls and texts?! You got a new number?" He interrogates.
"I'm fine. I got a new phone. My old one broke."
"Oh thank God," You hear him sigh. "My mind was thinking about the worst things."
