[Your POV]
A knock on the door woke me up.
I didn't even remember falling asleep honestly. In fact, I didn't expect to because after nightmare. My mindset was not to sleep for the next 1 million years if that's what it took to avoid the necromancer that seemed to be intent on ravaging my mind.
I yawned and glanced at the clock.
It was 5:03 AM.
Who the heck could be knocking on the door so early in the morning? If it wasn't the police (with a warrant) I was going to love induce them into a wall for the next five years for coming at such a God-awful hour.
I slowly rolled off the couch, my spine letting out no less than eight sharp cracks as it straightened.
Another knock came from the door, more impatient.
Maybe I was just going to love induce this person regardless if they were the FBI or police.
I peeked into the peephole of the door and immediately surprise flickered through me. Quickly I popped open the hotel door. "Jungkook what the heck are you doing in the hallway?"
Jungkook quickly stepped into the room, ruffling his hair a little in embarrassment. "I forgot the hotel keys and went to check on the car."
"At 5 AM?" I blinked.
He shrugged a little. "We really should get out of here," he told me. "We're already a little behind schedule anyways."
I didn't miss the way he was avoiding eye-contact. "I know you said you wanted to leave here first thing in the morning, but I didn't even think the workshop was going to be open at such an early hour," I couldn't help but remark.
"Workshop?" His brows furrowed before his eyes quickly widened. "Ah, right. Well, money can go a long way to get the car finished as quickly as possible."
I paused and looked more closely at Jungkook. He couldn't possibly have gotten confused or forgotten about the car being in the workshop. An uneasy feeling was starting to grow on me.
"So," I said slowly, trying to casually walk towards the bedroom of the suite. "The workshop fixed the tires and lights then, right?"
It was a test.
"Of course they did," the Jungkook who I was highly beginning to doubt was really Jungkook grinned confidently.
That did it.
In a flash I grabbed the digital clock by the tableside near me. Without hesitating, I wrenched it off, cord and all, and brought it hard across his head.
In seconds he fell down onto the floor, groaning slightly, before he stilled. Lights out, baby.
Something in me screamed at me for even hurting Jungkook, especially when a trickle of blood appeared down the side of his head. The other part of me shrieked back that it wasn't Jungkook.
I knew something had been off the moment he'd entered the hotel room. Nothing was adding up.
Dropping the clock, I whirled around and kicked the door into the bedroom open like the SWAT team. "JEON JUNGKOOK!" I roared, leaping onto the bed and consequently a figure under the covers.
"MPH!" A muffled yowl of shock came from under the blankets.
"Wake up Seagull!" I slapped the wriggling body under me harshly.
"Dammit Agent Love, what the hell?" A bleary-eyed, spiky-haired Jungkook poked his head above the covers in shock. "That hurt!"
"What's my favorite food?" I demanded. First thing's first, I had to ensure this was in fact the real Jungkook. "Answer me Kook!"
In one large heave, "Jungkook" pushed me off him and sat up all the way in the bed. "Did you eat a bunch of thin mint cookies?" he grumbled, rubbing his knee where I must have collided with when jumping on him. "Are you on some sugar rush right now?"
Well then, that answered my question and reassured that this was in fact my Seagull agent partner. "A stranger is in the suite," I exclaimed, pointing out the doorway.
In an instant a hard look appeared on real-Jungkook's face and he quickly reached to grab something under his pillow.
"You sleep with a gun under your pillow?" I gaped.
"Shut up," he shoved the covers off him and quickly got up. His T-shirt was wrinkled and his pajama pants were a bit loose around the waist. "Get behind me."
"No, I knocked him out," I clambered off the bed less gracefully than real-Jungkook.
"You what?" shock now flooded on his face and he paused briefly to stare at me.
"Just come on," I grabbed his hand and yanked him into the main of the hotel room.
Real-Jungkook stared at fake-Jungkook for a solid ten seconds in absolute shocked silence. He probably would've kept staring if I hadn't snapped my finger impatiently in front of his face.
"You knocked me out?" real-Jungkook turned to me in shock.
"No I didn't knock you out. You're right here," I gestured at him. "Other you is right there." I pointed to the floor by our feet.
"But you knocked out someone who looks exactly like me," real-Jungkook protested. "How do I know you're not going to whack me unconscious right now?"
"Because I know it's the real you," I snapped impatiently. "Fake you right there I realized was fake when he didn't know what was going on."
Real-Jungkook gave an unconvinced grunt.
Then, before our very own eyes, fake-Jungkook's face began to morph. It was rather disturbing to watch and I couldn't help but edge closer to Jungkook as shivers ran down my spine. In a few seconds a totally strange man was on the ground.
He was probably in his fifties and Great Scott, was he unsightly. I didn't know if I felt more disgusted about the face morphing, or more disgusted that someone so old and ugly would even wear Jungkook's beautiful, youthful face.
I glanced up at Jungkook and he looked no less disenchanted than me.
His one hand gripping the gun tightened slightly as he took a few steps forward and nudged the lifeless man's body with his toe.
No response.
"Agent Love come here," he now knelt down by the body.
"I'm not getting close to that hideous—"
"Y/N," Jungkook snapped impatiently.
"Maybe I should try knocking you out sometime," I muttered. Still, I reluctantly came to stand right next to him.
"You see this symbol?" he tugged on the man's jacket.
"No."
Jungkook sucked some air in as if struggling for patience. He reached up and grabbed my arm, pulling me down right beside him. "Right here," he pointed at the dark leather.
I looked closer and finally saw what he was trying to show me. A strange looking symbol carved in the jacket's leather. It looked almost like a circle with some sort of weird geometric symbol etched in the middle.
"What is that?" I asked softly.
"It's Dexter's symbol," Jungkook replied flatly. He pushed back the man's hair to expose a dark swelling bruise on his forehead. "Geez Louise, Agent Love, how hard did you hit this guy with the clock??"
I gulped. For the first time a little trickle of guilt shot through me. "Uh. I didn't think I hit him that hard."
Jungkook sighed. "You know what this means, right?"
"We have to take him to the ER?" I asked weakly.
He looked up and, in a flash, flicked my forehead.
"Ouch," I winced a little, glaring at him.
"No, idiot," he snorted. "It means Dexter and his gang have found and awakened the Genie."
A cold feeling now washed over me. "Wait but how do you know that?"
"Think about it," Jungkook jerked his chin to the man before us. "There's no other explanation for him somehow appearing to look exactly like me. It was magic. And I find it no coincidence that they've been looking for a Genie this entire time."
"But... but..."
"No buts," Jungkook stood up. "They've woken up the Genie, and our location has been compromised. We need to get out of here right now."
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