Fight for You | JJK

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Han-jae couldn't decide who to take with him - you, or the man he was gonna hand you to. You're told that's what did him in, as the police eventually got to him with his last minute decision to take the man instead, probably because his gang would rather have one of their men back instead of you.

You're told that Han-jae owed them money because his family was deep in debt and he couldn't pay for his drugs; that he planned to hand you over to them as his payment.

You're told that Han-jae planned the party to be held in his cousin's bar, that Namjoon was drugged, and all the building's security were waived off so the man could lead you outside and then take you to their base.

You're told that they found you crying as you held Jungkook, his blood on you indistinguishable from your burgundy dress, your voice lost as you sobbed and begged for him not to die; that you fainted when they wheeled him out in a stretcher as he bled out.

You're told that the investigation is underway and that the main perpetrators are in custody; that your parents were advised to go into hiding first; even you can't know where they are.

But none of those matter, at least for now.

"How's Jungkook?"

Mrs. Hwang takes your hand from next to you, as she hasn't left your side since you were taken to the hospital room to recover from the shock.

"He's healing, sweetie. He's gonna be okay."

"How bad was it?" You tremble.

"It's a stomach wound, ___. He has some internal damage and he lost a lot of blood but like the doctor told us, he's gonna be fine," Mr. Sim says.

"I'm so stupid," you quiver, the guilt of what happened laying heavily on you. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have..."

The image of Jungkook's anxious face right before you kissed the man flashes before you, thinking that if you hadn't been angry, you would've let Jungkook stop you because you know he would've kept you from going outside.

"Now, sweetie. It's not your fault, okay? It was those men—"

The aggressive opening of the door stops Mrs. Hwang.

It's the screams of your name that you hear as your best friends run to hug you, with Hoseok sobbing immediately and Yoongi silently crying while you hug them back, words not enough to express their worry and relief that you're alive.

"It might be better for them to be with you for the first few days," Namjoon says as he closes the door. "Let things settle down first but at least you're all safe in one place."

You cry some more as he approaches you with crestfallen eyes.

"Are you okay?" You quiver.

Namjoon nods. "I'm so sorry, ___. I should've done better at protecting you."

"It's not your fault," you croak, voice still hoarse from all the crying.

"It isn't yours, too, okay?" Namjoon says after a prolonged silence. "Nobody thinks so, especially Jungkook."

Your eyes turn to him. "He... He said that?"

Namjoon nods. "When he woke up from surgery. He told me to tell you because he knows you'll blame yourself, and he doesn't want you to."

"But I—"

"You were in danger, ___. And he chose to be there. For you."

**

It's a few days later when you're able to visit Jungkook in his room, thankful that there are at least police officers standing guard outside.

You slowly open the door and quietly make your way towards his sleeping form in the bed.