undercover | jungkook

escape

Y/N's pov

He was trembling, shaking uncontrollably.

something is wrong.

"Jungkook." I said. "What's wrong? Jungkook, baby? Talk to me."

I fought to move my chair infront of his and I faced him.

"Guk?"

"Y/N-" He began.

"Shhh, it's going to be okay." I pressed my forhead against his and gazed into his eyes.

he must be having a panic attack. he couldn't reach the knife, he was worried.

"We're fine, everything is fine, Guk." I reassured him. "Before my mom died, she had issues with anxiety." I admitted. "She was terrified of heights. Whenever she would get a panic attack, she would take deep breaths and rub the palm of her hand against her knee. Now, I know you can't exactly do the second part," Jungkook chuckled softly. "So, just breathe, Guk, just breathe."

"Okay.." He mumbled, gathering himself, trying to to control his breathing.

I looked around the room.

plan b. we need a plan b. Jungkook can't reach the knife. think, Y/N, think.

My mind raced, thinking about everything and anything I've ever learned.

"I know what to do." I said.

I backed up my chair, away from Jungkook, and kicked the knife away from us.

"I know what to do," I repeated. "It's going to be okay."

Our chairs were made from wood. I let out a huge breath. I lined my chair up with the wall. I stood up, leaned forward and prayed my hands wouldnt get crushed.

"W-what are you doing?" Jungkook asked.

"Getting us out of here."

I took a few steps forward. Inhaling a deep breath, I gathered all my strength and banged the chair up against the wall, the front legs fell off. I felt small pieces of wood puncture my skin. I let my tied hands slip out from the base of the chair. I turned around and crouched down. I rubbed the tape against a plank of wood until they were free.

Jungkook's pov

I felt my breath begin to slow down. From short, chopped-up breaths to deep, steady ones. I scratched my fingernails against the tape. I heard bangings.

what is that?

I saw Y/N banging her body up against the wall, trying to break the chair.

"That's not gonna work." I said.

She ignored me. The banging continued.

she's going to hurt herself.

Before I could tell her to stop, I heard the wood breaking. I looked up to Y/N, she was cutting herself free.

"You did it!"

She looked at me and smiled. Her arms were covered with blood. I stared at her right arm, there was a gash that went from his wrist to her elbow.

"Y/N, your arm." I worried.

"It's okay, I'll get it looked at once we get out of here." She said.

She walked over and picked the knife up from the ground.

"We are going to be okay." She reassured.

"You never fail to amaze me." I sigh.

"You should buy me a thank you dinner tomorrow." She grunted as she bent down to cut the tape from my ankles. Wood hadn't just puctured her arms, it had left wounds all over her body. She cut my feet free along with my hands.

"Y/N, you're bleeding alot," I said. "Too much."

"Jungkook, I-"

"No," I cut her off. "You're not okay. So stop it and let me help you."

I took my shirt off and ripped it in two. I took one of the two halves and wrapped it around
Y/N's arm. I saw her wince in pain. I took the other half and wrapped it around her upper thigh.

"The shirt should stop the biggest wound from bleeding." I instructed.

I pull her into my arms.

"When I met you, you were such an asshole." Y/N laughed. "Now, look at you."

I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her forehead. "The day I met you, I found the piece of me that was missing, Y/N. You have no clue how much I care, how much I cared from day one. I just don't know how I got so lucky," I confessed. "I just don't know.

I held her for just a moment longer. "It's only you-"

"My love." She finished.

I smiled and let my grip loosen. "Now, we gotta go, baby."

get her home safe, kook.

I turned the knob on the door, only to see the unwanted face of someone I held so much hatred for ; Jack the Ripper.

"Well, what do we have here?" He smirked.

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