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Evening had come again, bringing the moon and stars with it. But Jungkook hadn’t had any time to acknowledge that. Taeyeon’s phone had exploded with texts the minute Jungkook had crawled out of bed. Not wanting to bother Taeyeon, Jungkook had opened her phone himself to look at the massages. They were from two different people. The first one was from an unknown number.
“Hello! My name is Jeong Heejun and I’m the manager of Han’s Grocer. If you have any information on Park Yunseo regrading illegal activities, please affirm or decline by texting or calling me. Thank you!”
There were many more from another number. The number was under the contact name…Park Yunseo. Jungkook cringed. He didn’t want to open the messages. But he had to. So he did. He had to scroll up a bit to find the first message.
“Im Taeyeon!
“I hate you!
“You’re such a dumb little brat!
“I can’t believe you told my manager about the gambling!
“He’s fired me and now I’m under investigation for stealing money from the register during my shifts!
“You’ll regret this. I’ll get you.”
Jungkook was boiling with anger now. He knew for sure Taeyeon had done no such thing. She would’ve been too scared to report anything. Jungkook looked down at the peacefully sleeping girl next to him. He couldn’t let her know about this. But how was he supposed to do anything without her knowing?
He headed to the kitchen to process his thoughts, pocketing Taeyeon’s phone in case she woke up. She wouldn’t know this had happened if Jungkook had anything to say about it. He’d barely made it to the kitchen when her phone chimed again.
“And I know your marriage to that idiot is fake. It’s just an act to scare me off. Well guess what? I’m not scared!”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. This guy was pathetic. He wondered how Taeyeon had even ended up with him in the first place. He put her phone back into his pocket. He decided to make some stir-fry while he collected his thoughts. He needed a game plan.
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Taeyeon opened her eyes. It was dark now. And Jungkook wasn’t in bed anymore. But this time she trusted he was still here. She hugged the blankets around herself. She was still cold. She decided she’d try her luck calling Jungkook. If her voice worked.
“Jungkookie!” she squeaked. She throat hurt now.
“What is it?” Jungkook asked, bursting through the door.
“I’b colb…”
“And…you’re still stuffed up, huh?”
“Yeab…”
Jungkook climbed into bed next to Taeyeon, pulling her into his arms. She immediately snuggled her head into his chest. He gently felt her forehead.
“You’re still a bit warm.”
“Hmm…”
Taeyeon scooted a bit closer to Jungkook, nearly smashing her arm in between them.
“You’re so warb…” Taeyeon shivered. Then she yawned tiredly.
Jungkook hugged her a bit tighter. “Go back to sleep, baby. You need more rest.”
“Ok…”
“Goodnight, my love.”
“Goobnight…”
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Jungkook looked down at Taeyeon. She had been asleep for a while now. He wondered if he could slip out of bed just yet. But then he considered that maybe his body heat was what was keeping her asleep. Last time he had gotten out of bed, she had been awake within the next few minutes.
He sighed and pulled her close again, deciding it was best to stay in bed. He ran his fingers through her soft, fluffy hair. He supposed this wasn’t so bad. But he had to figure out how to deal with Yunseo. Without Taeyeon knowing. But how…?
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Taeyeon rolled over in bed. She made sure not to smash her arm again. Jungkook wasn’t here. He had woken her early in the morning informing her that he had something important to take care of and that he’d be back later. Which now left Taeyeon lonely in bed. She looked over to the night stand where she had left her phone two nights ago. It wasn’t there.
She sat up abruptly in bed, groaning as pain shot through her arm. But she didn’t care about her arm right now. Where was her phone? She was sure she had left it there. She climbed out of bed, heading to the living room in search of her phone. She searched the tables, the shelves, the couch, everywhere. It was nowhere to be found. After a while she slumped down on the couch in defeat. Where on earth had it gone?
