Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 6

           "Y/N," Jungkook calls my name and takes a step forward.

My throat tightens, and I suck in a sharp breath. My lips tremble so violently, it feels like my mouth might fall apart.

This isn't Jungkook. This can't be him. Who is he?

He moves closer.

"D-Don't come any closer," I stammer, my voice catching in my throat. My lips still quake as I kick my legs to push myself backward across the floor.

Then I see it—the gun in his hand. He holds it loosely by his side, like it's nothing, like it's normal. Like it's a part of him.

"Don't," I whisper, shaking my head.

He stops, following my gaze to the weapon. A flash of realization crosses his face, and without a word, he slips the gun into his pocket.

But then—he starts moving toward me again.

I try to back away, but my spine hits something solid behind me. There's nowhere else to go. I can't run. I can't even stand. My body is shaking too much, frozen by the weight of fear.

Am I going to die tonight?

I curl my knees to my chest, bury my head, press my palms over my ears, and squeeze my eyes shut.

His footsteps draw near. They stop just in front of me.

I squeeze my eyes tighter. This is it. This is the end.

But nothing happens.

Seconds pass. Maybe longer. I'm still breathing, even if my heart is barely holding on after pounding like a war drum.

Slowly, I open my eyes. His black boot is right in front of me.

I raise my head—just a little—and our eyes meet.

A hiccup escapes my throat, raw and terrified. I quickly drop my gaze again.

He crouches down. His jeans stretch across his muscled thigh, the fabric brushing softly against the floor.

I can feel his breath on my cheek—warm, too close. His body radiates heat, a terrifying contrast to the cold sinking into my bones.

"Y/N," he says again.

My heart stutters, then slams into overdrive. I can't keep doing this. This fear—it's exhausting.

His hand lifts my chin. Gently, insistently. Forcing me to look at him.

I flinch at the contact. His skin—it's the skin of a murderer.

My vision sways. Darkness presses in. The fear overwhelms me.

And then—I black out.

       Y/N collapses forward, unconscious—right into his arms.

Instinctively, Jungkook catches her. He pulls her closer, letting her chin rest gently on his shoulder.

He stays like that for a moment, unmoving.

How did she follow him all the way here?

He doesn't know. And right now, it doesn't matter. What matters is what comes next.

One hand moves to the back of her head. His fingers thread through her hair, brushing it away from her face with careful precision.

He looks at her—soft, helpless, still trembling even in unconsciousness.

She should make this easier. For both of them.

But especially for her.

____