Jungkook's POV
I was sitting alone in my apartment with the TV playing in the background. I couldn't really focus on it though, which wasn't unusual these days. Every day I spend fighting bad guys, I always end up thinking about Dallas. Her father was still reigning supreme in the crime world but I was working hard with my father to change that. Lee's mob had disbanded shortly after Dallas killed him. His son wasn't ready to take over so there was a power struggle between Lee's top men and him. In the end most didn't survive. It fell apart after that.
I sipped at my beer and let my head fall back. I let my mind wander to my normal daydream. Dallas and I in a kitchen with our kids making breakfast and laughing. We would've had two kids, one boy and one girl, and everything would be perfect. Not literally perfect, no one is perfect, but we'd be happy.
A knock at my door drew me out of my daydream. I looked over to my clock to see that it was almost 1:20 in the morning. Who the hell was wanting to see me at this time time of night?! To be safe, I grabbed my gun from my belt hung up by the door and looked through the peephole. Namjoon? I opened the door slowly to see Namjoon standing there with a girl beside him. She had silver/blonde hair that was curled around her face, but because of her face mask all I could see were her eyes. She was staring at me... there was something familiar about her eyes. Namjoon cleared his throat and I tore my eyes away from her to look at him.
"Are you going to invite us in?" He teased. I nodded and stepped aside as they walked in. Namjoon shrugged his coat off and hung it up. He held his hand out and motioned to the girl so she did the same. She was only wearing a t-shirt underneath her coat so I got a good look at her bare arms. Her left arm was covered in a sleeve of tattoos while her right arm had a few tattoos around her elbow and wrist. Her arms were incredibly toned as if she was doing hundreds of pushups a day. It was intimidating and I was curious as to how she and Namjoon knew each other.
"Can we sit Jungkook? We need to talk..." I had been staring at her again. Crap. Her eyes crinkled a bit and I could tell she was smiling under her mask. I blushed and turned quickly to sit down on my couch and they sat across from me. Namjoon looked to the girl to see her nod her head quickly. He sighed and ran his hands over his face as if he was dreading this conversation. "Listen Kook, I haven't been completely honest with you but there's a good reason why. I couldn't tell you without putting everyone in danger and I didn't want someone to die because of me and now it's time for things to change and I'm pretty sure you're going to hate me..."
"Joon, you're rambling," I cut in. He sighed again and looked to the girl beside him.
"Dallas isn't dead Jungkook, she had to pretend to be dead so her father wouldn't find her. She's been living in Japan and training," he told me seriously. I wanted to laugh. This had to be some kind of sick joke but when I stared at him in the eyes I could tell that this wasn't a joke. There was a lump in my throat. Tears were building up in my eyes. I was half relieved and half absolutely pissed. How could they lie to me?! I jumped to my feet and began pacing.
"How could you lie to me, if this is even true?! She was the love of my life!" I yelled. Namjoon jumped to his feet as well and was looking at me apologetically but the girl remained seated with a blank look in her eyes.
"Please don't be angry Kook," he pleaded. I spun around and got in his face.
"I have every right to be angry! You know what, screw you Namjoon! I'm assuming you're still in contact with her so you can tell her the same, I never want to see her again!" I spat. He looked to the girl and motioned to her to get up. She did and walked in front of him. He put his hands on her shoulders and gave me a small smile.
"Tell her yourself," he whispered. She reached up and took off her mask and gave me a sad smile. My breath caught in my throat and all I could do was stare at her. Dallas was right in front of me. She was alive. She was here.
"How can you be here?" I whispered as I reached out and touched her face gently. Her eyes were watering like she was about to cry.
"It's a long story..." she mumbled.
"You conned me into thinking you were dead for 4 years. I have time." Namjoon gave her shoulders a squeeze before grabbing his coat and leaving quietly. Neither of us made a move to stop him. She turned and sat back down and patted the seat next to her. Instead I sat down across from her and she sighed sadly. Finally, she spoke up.
"I'm so sorry Kookie," she apologized sadly. Hearing that name come from her mouth filled my stomach with butterflies.
"Don't apologize just yet... explain first."
