Truth Between Us ??

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི playing - Yours by Kim Seokjin

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Jungkook paced back and forth in his room, his fingers restlessly running through his hair. His gaze kept darting toward the door, his jaw clenched with tension. He was waiting. Anticipating.

His heart pounded in his chest, the thought of what he was about to do pressing heavy on his mind.

And then—a knock.

He quickly moved to his study table, grabbing a random book and flipping it open. Feigning calm, he called out, "Come in."

The door creaked as the butler stepped in, carrying a small cardboard box. Seeing it was only the butler, Jungkook relaxed and stood up, his gaze locked onto the box immediately.

"Did Jimin send this?" he asked.

The butler nodded. "Yes, sir. Mr. Park had it delivered for you."

Jungkook's shoulders stiffened. "Nobody saw you, right?"

"No, sir."

"Did anyone ask anything?"

The butler shook his head. "No, sir."

Jungkook exhaled slowly, nodding. "Good."

He took the box from the butler's hands and carefully unsealed it. Inside, neatly packed, were the items Jimin had sent. His fingers sifted through them quickly, before pulling out a small chit. Unfolding it, his eyes scanned over the contents, then with a firm nod, he reached inside and retrieved a tiny pen drive.

Without hesitation, he turned to the butler and held it out.

"Take this," he instructed, his voice calm but commanding. "Connect it to Captain Kim's phone for exactly thirty seconds. Do it without him noticing. Then bring it back to me."

The butler's hands trembled slightly as he took the pen drive. "S-Sir, but..."

Jungkook's eyes darkened as he leaned in slightly. "You'll get your money. Don't worry."

The butler swallowed. "And if I get caught...?"

Jungkook smiled, though his eyes held no amusement. "Try not to. But if you do—I'll take the blame." His voice dropped, firm and unwavering. "You won't be in trouble. That's my promise."

The butler hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Understood, sir."

With the pen drive discreetly tucked into his pocket, the butler made his way towards the kitchen. He picked up a tray of water glasses, his grip steady despite the nervous sweat forming on his palms.

Outside, in the garden, Taehyung stood with the stationed guards, discussing security matters. The butler timed his steps carefully, aligning his movement with Taehyung's slight turn—

And then, with a deliberate misstep, he collided into him.

The glasses tumbled, water spilling all over Taehyung's uniform.

"Ah—!" Taehyung hissed, visibly irritated as he stepped back, shaking droplets off his sleeves.

The butler bowed quickly, voice laced with guilt. "I—I'm so sorry, sir! Please forgive me! Let me get you a clean set of clothes."

Taehyung sighed in frustration, running a hand through his damp hair. "Just be careful next time," he muttered.

The butler nodded quickly. "Please, sir, the washroom is just inside. You can change there. I'll bring you fresh clothes."