"Why do you always share every fucking thing between us with Jimin?" he roared, glaring at her.
"There is no us, do you get it?" She said in loud voice.
"Stop playing games, Y/N!" Jungkook exclaimed, his fingertips digging into her arms, leaving a...
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•Whispers carried by the wind•
🎀•Chapter Five•🎀
"Why the fuck would you think I don't like you being here when I personally told them to offer you the damn fucking job?" he snapped.
Y/N's eyes widened, her heart racing as she recoiled from his words. "What did you say?" she asked, confusion creeping in.
Before she could process his response, the elevator jolted, and she stumbled against the metal walls. Jungkook lost his balance too and fell to the ground next to her.
Gasping for breath, Y/N steadied herself, her hands shaking a sshe gulped in fear. The lights suddenly went out, plunging them into darkness. The small space felt even tighter, making her heart race.
"W-What's happening?" she whispered, inching closer to Jungkook, desperate for comfort.
"I don't know!"
Jungkook frowned, mirroring her fear as he tried to figure out what was going on. He panted heavily, checking his pockets but finding nothing.
"Shit, I forgot my phone," he muttered, frustration in his voice.
He turned to Y/N, trying to stay calm. "Hey, it's going to be okay," he said, even though his own heart was pounding. "Just stick close to me."
Y/N nodded, gripping his arm tightly. "I'm really scared," she admitted, her voice shaky.
"You have a mobile phone, right?" he asked, urgency in his voice. Y/N nodded quickly, her hands shaking as she handed it to him.
Jungkook's eyes drifted to the wallpaper on her phone, and he was surprised to see a BTS image. A questioning look crossed his face as he watched her reaction.
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly looked away, scanning the dark elevator with unease.
"Password," he said, pushing the phone back toward her. In a hurry, she typed in the code, but Jungkook caught a glimpse. His eyes widened when he realized it was Jimin's birthday.
He regarded her with a puzzled expression, silently asking for an explanation.
"I-I..." she stammered, awkwardly mustering a smile.
"I don't need an explanation if you're Jimin biased," Jungkook said, rolling his eyes but unable to hide his irritation.
"Do you have anyone's number from the band?"
"I have everyone's number, except yours," she whispered, biting her bottom lip, with hurried nods.
Jungkook quickly reached for Namjoon's number, dialing swiftly. The seconds ticked away, but frustration grew as the call went unanswered.
