Mr.Jung is Dangerous {Bts Jhope fanfic}

23. Turn yourself in

Jay made me nervous.
The way he was gripping the steering wheel and how recklessly he drove the Tessla was definitely nerve racking, but surprisingly that isn't why I'm nervous.

The man is four years older than me, apparently a billion-air, while at the same time a criminal. Or will be a criminal if he gets caught. And somehow, I mixed myself into this. How? Why? And is there a reset button?

"We'll be there in ten." He said glancing my way. He did that every so often to check up on me and make sure I don't bitch out. I'm no pussy, I can handle whatever he needs to do to keep us safe, while at the same time I have morals.

He was entirely different. At first I believed only bits and pieces of Mr.Jung had been lost when "Jay" emerged, but Mr.Jung was completely fictional.

Jay had his shoulder length hair pulled high into a bun while releasing only a sliver of strands in the front to caress his face.
His features looked sharper, now that they weren't hiding behind his luscious hair, and his body language was completely different. He didn't even attempt to cover up the tattoo on his forearm, making me think back to see if I ever saw the tattoo on him before.

He even smelled more masculine if that even made sense. Although he is closer to me in age than Mr.Jung, I was still intimidated by him to every degree. He's extremely "alpha male" type and I could now imagine him doing the things he described that got him into this situation.

"So you faked your own death so people would want to buy your product? That's so stupid."

Jay sighed "For the thousandth time that's not why I faked my death. I was younger when I built the company and things were starting to fall apart. I had no choice. I made some very bad deals I couldn't keep up with, and I knew that if I didn't fix my mistakes they would go after my family."

I rolled my eyes. "You're skipping around. Can't you just tell me stuff from beginning to end?"

He cocked an eyebrow "Then I wouldn't be as intriguing would I?"

"Cocky bastard." I mumbled. "So who's Jimin?"

Just the name made him wince. I remembered the name from the article I read a while back when I was suspicious of him. It explained how Jay gave up his love of dancing by throwing the tournament away to Jimin, who was an inferior dancer.

"He was my best friend, my partner."

I wanted to press him about it, but Jay was more expressive with his emotions than Mr.Jung, and I could easily tell he didn't want to talk about it.

"Did you kill him?" I blurted out anyway.

He shot me a glare. I had pissed him off but what's new?

"If you ask me if I killed someone one more fucking time I—"

"Okay, okay calm down it was a joke." I shifted in the seat to turn away from him.

"It wasn't a joke, you actually think I'm capable of that."

Was he hurt? He shouldn't be. He said it himself he's been lying this entire time. So shouldn't I have the right to question even the littlest things? Is his hair really black? Or is that a lie too?

I turned back around to give him a you-know-I'm-right look.

He sighed loudly as he pulled into the driveway of a small home.

"Look at me." He demanded as I was staring off making sure to keep my mouth shut.

"I need you to know... it was an accident."

"What?" I almost whispered.

"It was... an accident." He was struggling to say the words. I was distracted watching his Adams apple bob up and down as he spoke. "I didn't mean to kill him." His head dipped slightly with shame.

I would've gasped, but I didn't want him to push me away. How could he kill someone on accident? I felt goosebumps become alert along my arms. I didn't know how I felt, or if I should call it quits now. How could I trust him?
I could be perfectly fine turning him in, and then I'd be safe.

"Are we at Ryan's?" I asked trying to hide the uncomfortableness in my voice.

"Esme," his eyes were still locked on mine "I need you to understand it was an accident. He was my best friend."

I nodded. "I just wonder how far you're willing to go to save yourself." I was talking quietly, I felt like I was telling him a secret, like it shouldn't be heard out loud.

"Can I trust you?" He asked me, he probably sensed how worried I was.

"Esme." He said after a couple of seconds without me responding to him. He reached over and placed his hand gently on my forearm "I'm not going to hurt you. Please don't look at me like I'm some monster, don't shut me out."

I gave him a sad but reassuring smile. I didn't know how to tell him I wanted out. I had played around for a while but this is real, almost too real. I couldn't run away with him to fix his mistakes. He probably doesn't even think of me more than a friend.

"What if you turned yourself in?"

Jay pulled back and slumped against his seat a tad.

"That's not an option. I'm the only one who knows who these guys are and how to take them out. I'll be of no use in jail and they are going to still come after me, you, and my family."

I felt anger rise up in me a bit. "Why me?! I didnt do anything to them."

He shook his head "It's so much more than that. These people aren't normal. They won't stop until they hurt everyone I care about. We've been spending a great deal of time together and for as long as they've been watching since I've gotten shot they've noticed. They might even have assumed we're together, which makes you even more of a target because of me. That's why I need you to stay with me because any where else you're not safe."

I was quiet, I didn't know what to say.

"I need to go have a talk with Ryan now, so are we clear on everything for now?" He said while unbuckling his seatbelt.

I nodded "I guess for now, yeah."

"Good."