Chapter 22: Begin

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* Time skip to next morning *

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*Morgan POV*

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I woke up to my phone alarm and groaned, not wanting to get up. I turned it off and sat up, rubbing my eyes.

I finally got up after scrolling through Instagram and threw on a more modest shirt before leaving the room. Only Grace was in the living room, she had headphones in and was drawing in her sketch book. Being nosy, I watched over her shoulder. I could tell it was a person, but I couldn't tell who yet. It looked like a man, so I guessed Wonho.
Eventually I walked around the the front of the couch and sat next to her. She closed her book and stopped her music.

"I saw you went out with Tae for a while last night. Y'all have fun?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess. He took me out for I boba because he said I looked stressed." She answered, turning on the couch to face me.

"That's good, I'm glad he cares enough to try to make you feel better." I said.

She nodded and silence fell over the room again.
After a couple of minutes, a door opened and a very tired Jungkook walked out. He muttered a 'goo morning' in English before plopping down on the couch.

"Morning Kook, sleep well?" Grace asked.

He nodded, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"How are you girls doing?" He asked, eyes still closed.

"We'll be ok, we're worried about you boys." Grace answered.

"Why would you be worried about us?" He asked, sitting up.

"We just don't want to see you guys get hurt again." I answered. He chuckled, leaning his head back again.

"We're a lot tougher than you think, I've had much worse than those bullets you helped with." He said, bringing up the first time we all met.

"Jungkook, can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." Grace quietly asked, looking down.

He looked at her and nodded, signaling for her to ask her question.

"How did you get involved with all of this stuff?"


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*Jungkook POV*

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*Flashback*

"Ma'am, we found your son in the back alley again. We told you that curfew for all children under 18 is 10:00 pm. This is the third time we found him out past 1:00 AM." The police officer told my obviously high mother when she opened the door.

"Thank you, we'll take care of it. Jungkook, come inside now." The officer loosened his grip on my shoulder, but I didn't move.

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