You made it back to the Manor safely, and as you and the rest of the Boys parked in the garage and got out, you hugged them each again, hard.
"Thank you for saving me," you said to them, smiling. "The only thing that kept me going was knowing you guys would come for me." They had all laughed and downplayed it, but they truly did save you; from being married off into the Black Roses, from making your Uncle even more powerful. From despair. The downstairs of the Manor was a total wreck as you and the Bangtan Boys threaded your way to the stairs.
Furniture was broken, the banister leading up the stairs was shattered by bullets in places, blood and gore smeared the walls. But you guessed Suga had had the bodies removed and repairs started, because dozens of men worked happily, scrubbing walls, picking up shell casings, rap playing in the background.
When they noticed you, all of them let out a cheer and gathered around you and the Inner Circle, welcoming you back. Welcoming you home.
"See, what did I say?" Jungkook whispered into your ear, elbowing you gently in the ribs as you grinned up at him. "We missed you way more."
After thanking all of them, RM raised his voice and told them to get back to work, there'd be plenty of time for all of you to catch up later and that you needed some rest. Grateful, you squeezed the lawyer's hand and he winked down at you, cheeks dimpling as he grinned. Without a word, Yoongi wrapped your hand in his and led you through the foyer, and up the stairs.
Behind you, Jungkook watched the Boss lead you away, his heart sinking. Dammit. His hand rose to rest gently on his throat, remembering the way you had tucked your nose into the side of his neck and nuzzled him. Jungkook licked his lips and turned away with a small sigh.
He knew what he was feeling was dangerous; it was clear you were the Boss' girl, but he had fallen for you the minute he saw you in that alleyway, surrounded by Hoodlums. He fell hard. You were scared, yes, but pissed, too. And it was that fire in you that he loved. He inhaled sharply as his heart clenched, seeing you disappear around the corner of the landing. He knew where Yoongi was taking you.
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"Hey," Jimin said, placing a hand on Jungkook's arm. He was probably the only one of the Boys who had noticed the way Kookie changed around the girl. So far, anyway; surely the others wouldn't be far behind. Jimin was the one who was most in touch with not only his own feelings, but that of every single member of his Family
. And Jimin knew what he had been seeing over the past two weeks, why JK had worked so hard at trying to ferret out the girl's location from the Hoodlums, why he didn't even sleep until he'd found out solid intel on her. Their youngest member wore his heart on his sleeve, and his expression of longing for her was plain as day to anyone who looked. "You need to talk to her, Kookie. And the Boss, too."
"Fuck." Jungkook blinked in surprise, turning to look down at Jimin, guilt written all over his face. "Am I that obvious?"
"To me," Jimin shrugged. "The others will figure it out soon enough if you keep going like this, too." Jimin licked his lips and squeezed his brother's forearm. "Seriously, Kookie. Talk to her. She deserves to know. Once you do that, if she feels the same, you have to talk to Yoongi. If she doesn't, you're gunna have to respect her decision and let her go. Protect her, but love her from afar. Okay?"
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Jungkook closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, nodding solemnly. He's right. I'm torturing myself like this. He scoffed out a laugh. Ironic. Master of Interrogation, torturing himself. He blew out a sigh and took one last look at the landing before thanking Jimin and heading down into the lower levels of the Manor to the gun range.
Jungkook needed to shoot something, work out what he wanted to do. There was better than his room, where he might hear her voice crying out. His hand curled into a fist, knuckles white as he went down the stairs.
What have you done to me, Lucky...?
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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ:: Oof. My heart is breaking for poor Kookie. ╥ ﹏ ╥ ♥
