"Lucky, wake up." Jungkook's voice was tight, strained, as he throttled his bike into a higher gear. The motor roared as the assassin put on speed, ducking down as he raced towards the Manor. You blinked and shook yourself awake, feeling the tension in Jungkook's shoulders. You smelled smoke, and your eyes snapped to the horizon, mouth falling open.
"W-What?! No, no, no, no!" The Manor...
A bright orange glow fought off the darkness of the night. Your heart dropped and your breath caught in the back of your throat; you couldn't comprehend what you were seeing. This had to be a hallucination, there's no way that was real...right? But as you drew nearer, cloying smoke burned the back of your throat and stung your eyes, you could feel the heat even from this distance.
"O-Oh God," you groaned, feeling the harsh sting of tears and panic against your eyes. You couldn't help but choke on the sob that threatened to escape you.
Your home was burning.
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Jungkook clenched his teeth and opened the bike up, pushing 160 as you raced down the road. The bike screeched, fishtailing as the assassin took the turn onto the long driveway. Tears streamed freely down your cheeks as you heard screaming, the staccato rasp of automatic gunfire, smelled smoke and the heavy tang of iron in the air.
Jungkook slowed down as you neared the end of the driveway, pulling the bike over and slipping in between a strand of trees. The assassin pushed the kickstand down, turned off the bike and grabbed his gun from its holster on his hip. He flicked a glance at you, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.
"Lucky, I want you to stay here, but I'm worried someone will find you." His voice was deadpan. No inflection. You knew he was just as scared as you were, but you swallowed hard and shook your head.
"Give me your other gun, the one on your ankle. I'm coming with you," you said. It wasn't a question.
"Fine," Jungkook snapped, bending down to unholster his .22 and pressed it into your hands. "Stay behind me and off my right shoulder. Don't get on my left side, okay?" You nodded, eyes wide, and Jungkook saw the fire and the fear in your gaze. He grimaced and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pressing his lips to your forehead. "It's gunna be okay, Lucky. Just follow me, and shoot anyone who isn't one of the Boys, okay?" Again, you nodded, tears from the smoke and panic threatening to spill from your eyes.
