Truth Between Us ??

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Jungkook lay sprawled across his bed, the warm late afternoon sun streaming through the half-drawn curtains. His room was a mess—pillows scattered, clothes strewn across a chair, and an empty coffee mug on the side table. With a tired groan, he reached out blindly for his phone, his fingers tapping the surface of the side table until they found the buzzing device.

Without opening both eyes, Jungkook brought the phone to his face, squinting at the bright screen with one barely open eye. The moment he registered the time, his eyes widened in shock.

"No way!" he exclaimed, sitting up so fast his blanket slid to the floor. "I'm so late!"

He scrambled to his feet, his hair sticking out in every direction as he fumbled towards the bathroom. "W-What the hell... Why didn't Cap wake me up today?" he mumbled in frustration, yanking the door open—only to freeze mid-step.

His heart hammered in his chest as reality sank in. Right... He's not here anymore to do those tasks.

Jungkook leaned heavily against the doorframe, running a hand down his face with a weary sigh. It had been a week—a long, dragging week since Taehyung went back to the Army, since someone else had replaced him, and since Jungkook had started living with his dad. A week since he had seen Taehyung or even heard from him.

"A whole damn week..." Jungkook whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.

He pushed off the doorframe, his steps sluggish as he moved back into the room. His gaze landed on the clock, then on his phone again, where a flurry of missed calls and texts from his assistant greeted him. With another groan, he flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He couldn't stop thinking about how much he had come to depend on Taehyung. From the way Taehyung woke him up with his gruff, no-nonsense tone, to the meals he quietly ensured Jungkook didn't skip, to the way he always managed to keep Jungkook on schedule—even when Jungkook fought against it.

And now? His new bodyguard was nothing like Taehyung. Jungkook snorted bitterly at the memory of their first meeting when Taehyung had warned him about guards who'd act like robots. How he was different. He wasn't lying about that.

The new guy was silent, obedient, and lifeless—just a shadow that followed Jungkook around, doing exactly as told without question or personality. Jungkook hated it. It was suffocating. He had to hire an assistant to manage his schedule because, unsurprisingly, his new guard didn't care if he woke up late or skipped meals.

"Cap..." Jungkook muttered, closing his eyes as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "Why were you so good to me and yet so bad?" His voice cracked at the end, a quiet laugh escaping despite the lump in his throat.

During the week, Jungkook had tried to distract himself by digging into whatever he could find about the case involving Mr. Kang. Being in his father's house gave him access to areas he never thought he'd step into—like his father's office.

On the days his father wasn't home, Jungkook would slip in and start searching. The large oak desk, the locked drawers, the neatly arranged files. But no matter how much he searched, he came up with nothing. Nothing but a locked safe tucked discreetly behind the bookshelf.

"Of course, there's a damn locker," Jungkook muttered to himself after his last attempt to crack it. "And of course, I don't know the code. Typical."

Jimin had been trying to help on his end too, digging into the whereabouts of Mr. Kang. Jungkook couldn't shake the suspicion forming in his mind: that Mr. Kim, the defense minister and former arms dealer, might have had something to do with the faulty guns. But he had no proof—just gut instinct and scattered whispers he overheard.