The Truth Behind the Mask

Chapter 1

Hey guys! This is the first story I wrote with my best friends. We had a lot of fun writing this but it will take a while before we can post more (life is preventing us from working on this as much as we wish we could). We will try our best to get chapters out as much as possible! Hope you guys enjoy this (I promise it'll be a long one) Let me know what you guys think of it! <3 <3 <3 

"Multi-millionaire and business tycoon Jeon Jungkook has been found brutally murdered in his mansion in the early hours of this morning. One of Mr Jeon's new business partners who was found at the crime scene has been arrested and is currently being questioned by the police as the prime suspect. Several other people, including Mr. Jeon's butler, are being questioned by the authorities. We will keep you informed as more information on this horrific event is released. Now, let's go to Jackson Tuan, our weatherman..."

I could not believe what I had just heard. The news lady couldn't be serious. This couldn't be happening: Jungkook has been cruelly assassinated. How could someone just kill him? Actually, who in their right mind could have possibly killed him? How did this happen? He had everything: money, fame, looks, girls, clothes and so much more. His life was just perfect and from one day to another, he was dead. All of a sudden, I realized that he was gone forever and I would never get to see my best friend again. My legs started to shake which made me lose my balance and fall back onto my couch. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my blood pumping at an intense speed in my temples. I dropped the remote control on the floor staring at the screen in front of me, speechless. A few seconds later, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks and soon enough I began crying.

I turned off the television, unable to process what was happening. He was such a nice person and always did his best to make everyone around him happy. He constantly made the needs of other people more important than his own. He came from a small house in Busan and built his way up into society. I still remember back in high school how much he used to talk about his powerful future. I was so proud that my best friend actually realized his dream and became one of the most successful businessmen in South Korea. Unfortunately, I did not get my dream job so I had to work at a small dance company in Busan, but I ended up moving to a small apartment in Seoul to get more opportunities. My salary might have not been as big as his, but I still managed to pay my rent every month and provide for my needs.

I could still remember the days when he would say, "Did you see the new mansion I just bought?" or " These gold Timberlands cost me 1 000 000 wons." Sometimes, he would go on and on about his wealthiness at a point that drove me crazy, but at the end of the day, I was proud to call him my best friend.

"PEEK-PEEK-A-PEEK-A-BOO"

"I'M IN NO MOOD FOR PHONE CA-," I said, but I just couldn't finish my sentence. As I saw the caller ID, I felt my entire body freeze for a second. I just couldn't believe who was calling me. I shook my head really fast to wake me up from what seemed like a nightmare and tried to answer the phone casually.

"Woaahh Oraenmaniya chingu! You caught me by surprise" I said, giggling softly to hide the pain.

"Look, we're all in pain here so stop faking your attitude towards me. I know we haven't been on the best terms, but," he said, not finishing his sentence. He took a deep breath and continued, "something happened, something bad and you're the only one, believe me, or not, that I can trust right now," hyperventilating while he spoke rapidly.

"YA-YA, BREATHE, OKAY? Slow down, I don't understand what you're saying," I told him trying to calm him down.

"JUST- Just meet me tomorrow evening at the usual spot. Remember? The one we used to hang out with Jungkook back in high school. I-I-I can't say it over the phone. It's-It's about the murder"

"Wait, what? Yeoboseyo? YEOBOSEYO? YA JAMKKANMAN," I screamed, but it was too late. He already hung up and I had no choice but to meet him. Maybe he is the only chance I have to find out about what actually happened that fateful night.

Jungkook was my best friend after all and he wouldn't be at peace until we discovered what actually went down on the day of his murder. I couldn't let this killer slide out of my hands. They will pay for the crime they had committed and suffer the consequences I wished upon them. I had a new goal now and it was to find the murderer. It is a number one priority in my life. That day, I swore to myself that I would not rest until the murder had been solved.

So, this is it. It was set. I had to meet him again, meet Taehyung.

Translations:

Oraenmaniya chingu : long time no see my friend
Yeoboseyo: hi/hello (used only on the phone)
Ya jamkkanman: Wait a minute