[JUNGKOOK] Sweet and Bitter

Covering up

The sore pain in my wrist is getting worse as he drags me roughly inside of his mansion. 'I gave you too much freedom, from now on you'll be- ,' but he gets cut off by a taller broad shouldered guy approaching us.

'Jungkook, easy. You're scaring her.'

The black haired god gently pulls me away from the assassin, while leading me to the couch. His handsome sharp face is irresistible. His perfectly strong shoulders and long lean legs are gorgeous. His face looks too unreal.

Don't get fooled Y/n, these people are dangerous.

And with that I seriously mean, dangerous.

He puts his arm around my waist while carefully sitting down with me. Somehow this guy seems like a trustful person compared to Taehyung. But I can't get trapped again by those beautiful features.

'I'm Jin by the way', he says with a grin planted on his face. I notice another person eyeing me from opposite the coffee table. He has ice cold eyes, but can't deny that he's very good looking.

Dirty-blonde locks are hanging beside his face. A smug grin appears, while his tongue slides past his perfectly shaped lips. I blink a few times before coming back to my senses.

I rudely pull myself away from the Jin guy. 'What do you guys want from me?' Right on that moment the raven haired hotness appears in front of me, destroying the sight of the man on the couch.

'I want you to gently go upstairs and stop escaping', he commands with the most painful deep voice on earth. I'm seriously scared of this guy.

Jin sighs, 'Let me talk this out with her oké?' Jungkook and Jin share a short moment of eye communicating before they focus their glare on me again. 'Hyung-.' Jungkook complains.

Jin doesn't seem to be bothered at all and parts his beautiful plump lips to speak. 'You want answers right?', he asks calmly. I respond with a nod while still keeping a short distance from him.

'I assume you have no idea who we are? Or what we do?', he asks with a slight of confidence mixed in his deep voice. I shake my head like a stupid 5 years old.

Taehyung takes a seat next to me on the couch, making me trapped in between the two hot men. Like I would escape right now. Obviously I wouldn't and as if I could.

'We cover things up', the blonde haired guy says. A frown appears on my forehead.

Cover things up?

I look at him in confuse. 'What do you mean, cover things up?' The blonde guy sits up and rests his back comfortably against the couch.

'Imagine, you just killed two people.' I stay in the same confused position, not understanding where this conversation is going.
'Accidentally, for example. Maybe because it was defence', he continues. He tilts his head a little, making his bangs fall in front of his face. He shakes them a little off.

'Would it be fair to let you go to jail?'

I straighten my back and lean against the soft, probably expensive, pillows behind my back. 'Well, no. If you were in the position to be murdered, then it wouldn't have been fair.'

He nods satisfied with my answer. 'Indeed, that wouldn't be fair. That's why we help them "cover" it up', Taehyung involves in the conversation from beside me.

I slowly nod, trying to create a picture in my head. But the vision stays blurry and horribly confusing. 'What for example?'
The younger one sits on the edge of the couch while clearing his throat to speak.

'Not getting them caught. And now think about it, how we could do that. I think you'll get far away with that', he says with a bit annoyance. He has a bored look on his face. Probably because he's just tired. It must be after midnight by now.

I slowly start understanding what he means and I'm sure that this is worse than I thought it would be. 'So, other people might unfairly go to jail instead of the people who did it?', I ask with a trembling voice.

'For example, yeah', Jin ensures with a solid nod.

Not to think about many other things they probably do to "help" those people. Murdering probably. Jungkook killed those three people so calm and casually like it was nothing. Those families will never get justice for the people they lost, while these people are thinking that covering things up is for the good.

I'm stuck with criminals, assassins.

'And you do that because you think it's good?', I ask with a sarcastic chuckle. 'Our work is very specifically mapped out, Y/n. If you were involved in it, you would've understood better', a soft manly voice says from behind.

A much taller person with dark styled hair and perfectly shaped form appears in front of me. He seductively puts one hand in his pocket before taking a seat next to the shorter blonde guy.

His dimples show off when a soft smile curves in his much thicker lips, compared to Jungkook for example. He's wearing a neat suit who matches perfectly with the elegant shoes he's wearing. He leaves a very respective and intelligent impression.

'I'm Namjoon, nice to meet you', he says calmly.

Oh and not nice to meet you.

What did I deserve to get involved with these good looking, dangerous men who are, god knows what, planning to do with me.

Before I could response to Namjoon's "kind" gesture, the doe-eyed man begins his protests again. 'You know enough, now go upstairs. We, need a little talk together', he says sternly while emphasising 'we' in the sentence.

I'm seriously afraid of what kind of conversation that might be. But the bigger question right now is.

What the heck am I doing here?

'Sure nice things you do. But what has that to do with me?', I ask totally unbothered by Jungkook's statement nor Namjoon's introduce.

Jungkook let's out a deep exhale. 'It all has to do with that lovely brother of yours.'

My heart skips a beat while a horrible throw up feeling enters my body.

Did he just say: brother?

'Brother?', I ask shocked in all type of ways. I haven't heard about that nauseating person for a long period of time. And I'm glad about that.

Very glad.

That person didn't even deserve to be titled as a brother. He is and was the person who disgusts me the most. The things that happened are still tattooed in my mind. The way he treated me is forbidden to talk about.

I left that person years ago. He is the only family I got, for as far as I know. But not even as slight piece of goodness was spared to me.

In the worst way to formulate: I won't give a shit if he died.

'Yes, you're brother. The thing is that Jisub caused many problems', Jin says while saying his name like it's some nasty bacteria. And I totally agree with him. It feels like it's taboe to hear that roll out of his mouth.

'And those problems he caused were leading to you, Y/n', Namjoon continues with a much serious voice. Right now, it feels like I'm watching a horror movie and something shocking is about to attack me.

'What has he to do with me?' Namjoon looks at me with serious concern in his eyes before parting his lips to let out the fearing truth.

'He's looking for you.'

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So the tea is out now 🍵
Still didn't meet Jimin yet.
And honestly the fudge was she thinking to escape I mean honey-