[JUNGKOOK] Sweet and Bitter

Misunderstanding

The smell of grilled chicken and potatoes is now really lingering in the silence filled living room. Two worried and tired men are quietly sitting on the couch that me and Hoseok have been washing and scrubbing the blood out.

Two other men are sitting opposite of me around the table, while Jin is busy tasting the potatoes. And the 6th guy Namjoon is checking on the 7th injured Jungkook.

Apparently Namjoon is the only one in this whole criminal group with any medical education. He got stuck in a traffic jam with Hoseok, meaning I had to save Jungkook.

It was easy and quick with Taehyung beside him that suffered from pain in his hand whenever Jungkook squeezed it. Most importantly, he's now safe and rests in one of these bedrooms.

So according to Jin's statement this is one of their "emergency" locations. Jungkook must have been in trouble, because of problematic Jisub and hurried to get here.

These men are prepared for anything that can cause difficulties.

'He's calm and stable. You did great Y/n, especially for just a university student', the tallest dark brown headed man says while nonchalantly walking in to the depressed mood.

They all thanked me a million times for saving their younger brother. It was surely a big thing for me. So much action and improvement in a short period of time.

Unluckily I got to experience this in unhappy and fearing times. A part of me is signing me that the action isn't over yet. Jisub is still looking for me and from their strong move I understood that I'm seriously involved in danger.

'What's going to happen next?', I ask in a soft voice that breaks the quiet atmosphere.

Jin's head pops out of the kitchen with a serious face while holding the casserole out of the oven. Yoongi and Taehyung abruptly look at me opposite the table. Also quiet Jimin and Hoseok look up from their phones.

Eventually Namjoon takes the lead and speaks, 'What do you mean, what's next?'

I look at the dark brown headed man. 'I mean like. Are you guys going to beat up Jisub or what's the plan?'

Six pairs of confused eyes are directed on me. 'Jisub? Jisub had totally nothing to do with this?', the long faced handsome man says from the couch.

Hold up... What?

'What...' My head is an exploding mess of miscalculations. This whole time my main theory has been wrong? Jisub has nothing to do with any attacks on Jungkook?

'I think you've misunderstood', Yoongi says while sitting a little lower on his chair. He sounds casual, totally free from problems, but who knows what he's hiding under his savage gangster attitude.

'I misunderstood? What are you talking about?' My confused self is literally aching. I know so less about everything. I'm starting to question everything that happened these last 48 hours.

'It wasn't Jisub that hurt Jungkookie', the blonde haired man continues still giving me un useful information that doesn't clear any of my urgent questions.

'Who was it then?', I ask frustrated, literally trying to dig up an answer out of him.

'Remember those three man Jungkook killed?'

A bitter feeling of fear crawls up inside me when I remember the bloody hole in the man's forehead. Three dead man lay there in my ruined cozy apartment. How am I suppose to ever step back in that house again?

'Don't talk like that around her', Jimin says quietly to Yoongi, when eyeing my shocked expression. The ice cold man doesn't seem to be bothered at all and continues to explain calmly.

'His buddies weren't quite happy about that, you know. So obviously they had to pay us back with that', he says shortly and very confusingly hard to understand.

'Ήow did they find out? Aren't you guys pro's in hiding your evidence and everything?' A bitter chuckle is heard from Taehyung as he unexpectedly doesn't take the change to speak.

'We sure are professionals in our work. But the agency has got some skills too', Namjoon responds instead, while seductively leaning against the wall beside the couch.

Agency who? My brain has a hard time progressing everything and anything,

'What agency?', I ask more frustrated than before. The worst part is... that they don't seem to be panicked nor feared about it at all.

'CIA? FBI? Who knows?', Taehyung calls out, while imperturbably scrolling through his phone. Jin walks into the living room with the last missing piece of our laid table, while placing it exactly on the perfect middle spot.

CIA? FBI? This can't be true..... these people are professional criminals. The funny thing is that I'm about to have dinner with these men.

'So no Jisub?', I ask to insure.

The six members shake their heads in synchronisation. I'm not sure if I'm suppose to be more scared or less of an undercover agency or my dangerous, criminal brother.

One by one the rest joins the table and immediately starts filling the plates with it. I scroll my eyes past their faces, observing nothing but the love for Jin's food. They seemed to forget literally anything that happened just a few hours ago.

The ebony haired man with broad shoulders looks up at me. A smile lifts up the corners of his rose-coloured lips. 'Why aren't you eating Y/n-ah?'

I tilt my head a little in confusion. A shock runs through me as I realise that he's asking me a question. I wasn't paying attention to his words at all, I was still in the confused theory mode about the whole chaos.

'Oh uhhm... dunno', I say unclearly and stuff a big amount on rise in my mouth with the chopsticks. I close my eyes in satisfaction when I taste the food. Gosh this is delicious!

It's just rice, but after those plain dry noodles with Yoongi everything turned ten times tastier. Jin's face describes a flash of proudness and a happy smile when he looks at my unusual way of eating.

I eat very slowly and enjoy every spiced piece of food in my mood with attention. It's like I'm casted for a commercial. The fact that we all haven't eaten for a very long time, because of the Jungkook crisis played a roll too.

Thinking about it, I would personally like to see how he's doing. I don't know what kind of feeling caused me to be so concerned about the cold and mostly rude person in this assassin group.

After yesterday I do see him a little differently. He made me flustered and also I felt more comfortable around him when I woke up. It was the side of him he probably showed only to his hyungs.

The kind and caring side.

'Namjoon?', I ask suddenly, making all the cute faces look up at me from the food. The dark headed man next to Jin rans his long fingers through his soft hair before nodding to my questionable tone.

'Can I see him.... uhm Jungkook?', I ask quietly while not removing my focussed eyes from the chicken breast on my messy plate. Why am I talking so tensed up? It's a casual question.

'Yeah of course', the older one smiles softly as he realises me caring about his younger brother. It makes me feel a little awkward, all those different expressions when they look at me.

I take a small sip of my glass of water and wipe of my mouth before shoving my chair back to stand up. I'm not done eating yet, but for some reason Jungkook seems to be more important to me....

Than food.

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Late update..
Any suggestions to make it longer or shorter?
The way I ended this chapter lmao.
Spoiler alert: Chapter 12 is going to be a bit of romantic <3
No smut content, I know what y'all were thinking nasties.
Any unclear things? Ask!

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