Y/n returned to college after her parents death in hope to maintain her life there normal so the secret of her parents death stayed a secret. Not one soul knows, or so she believed.
She comminted to herself to never give another her heart. Un...
"You what?" I tried to hide the shock in my voice.
"We found her awhile ago" Jungkook said, not breaking my eye contact, and I knew exactly why. He was looking at me as he always did, as if he knows me inside and out.
"How could you keep this to yourself?" My boss questioned him.
He stayed silent, with his eyes on me. I knew he was waiting for me to say something myself. Jungkook know's me, he knows what I'd prefer.
"I'm the daughter." I took a deep breath and said.
Everyone turned to me in shock "What did you say?" My boss asked
"I'm sorry I should have said something sooner, It's just you would have taken me off this case and I didn't think it was that big cause there's nothing new to remeber!" I said
My boss looked at Jungkook then back at me "You kept this information, why?" He sounded angry
"I wanted to make sure she wasn't an unsub." He answered "But during the time of the recent murdered, she was in Jeju helping you guys."
My boss looked back at me "We need you back at the station. Now" he demanded.
Everyone returned to the station. The car ride was silent. No one knew how to speak to me, no one trusted me.
Once we arrived at the station my boss put me into an interrogation room. Everyone stood on the other side of the glass. I didn't have to see them, it was obvious.
Them all talking about me, probably thinking they could never trust me again and saying the worst about me.
Soon the door opened. I was expecting my boss, anyone from my team but instead walks in Jungkook. He sat across from me, leaning back in his chair. His fingers lightly pushing through his hair
"Long time no see..Y/n."
"Yeah" I said quietly.
"Why? Why didn't you say who you were when you first saw me?" He questioned, the frustration in his voice being as clear as glass
"How could you not recognize me?" I questioned back.
He leaned forward and opened the file, my parents file. He's ignoring my question, a question I desperately wanted to know.
"We need you to tell us everything about the night of your parent's murder. Every little detail"
"I went out to a party with my friends that night. I got home late, the house was pitch dark, there was a window open in the living room, I could feel the breeze."
