The Only One || Jungkook

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Jungkook was sitting on the armchair, gaze lost somewhere in the room as he tried to understand how the attack happened. Although it intrigued him even more trying to understand who was behind it. The two possible men flew over his head, with all their reasons they had to try to harm them.

He knew Namjoon though. A quick visit would have done the trick with him, assuring himself that everything was fine and under control. But ever since he lost Busan, his way of acting could've changed as well and turned more extreme. And if that were the case, were the other members aware of what he was doing?

Y/n, who rolled on the bed looking for his warm body, found nothing when she tried to reach him with his arm. Sitting on the bed, she looked around, barely being able to distinguish the different figures inside the room.

She found him in the same place again, with his chin resting over his knuckles while his other hand hung over the armrest. It had been three days since they had to go into hiding after the attack, and somehow Jungkook always managed to end up in the same place and in the same position.

—You still thinking about that?

Her voice from behind interrupted whatever conclusion he tried to reach, making him turn his head to get a short glimpse of her body when he looked over his shoulder.

—I'm still thinking about several things —he pinched his temple—. And one of them is that we can't be hiding here forever. Whoever sent that shooter, knows I'm alive. And if it is who I think it is, probably he knows where we're hiding anyway.

Aside from that, Jungkook had also received an anonymous note under his door. He thought it was a random notice, or maybe even a commercial pamphlet. But when he saw the printed sheet of paper, and read that it said the person responsible for their attack would be at a party in the Watchtower, he felt tempted to go. Of course he wouldn't tell her that, because if he did, he'd have her trying to convince him not to go there. And she'd be right on whatever she said. It was the best way to put a dartboard on his back once he stepped inside that building.

—So, what's the plan? —she entered his view, sitting on the small coffee table in front of him.

—I'll contact Yejun so he looks after you while I'm away —he mentioned, bending forward to be closer to her—. It's better to show it didn't affect me, even if I have to walk around with a paralyzed arm.

Y/n looked at him, seeing the determination in his eyes. It was no surprise that Jungkook was planning on going somewhere by himself, while he kept her hidden in that old apartment. But if he thought she'd be okay with that decision, and stay still, then he definitely didn't learn a single thing the three months they spent together.

—You must be high, because I'm not letting you go out by yourself while I stay here without doing anything.

Jungkook tried to intimidate her by giving her an annoyed look, but he found her keeping her eyes on him, with thin lips and clenched jaw. Y/n wasn't going to hop off that horse, even less when he was injured and in danger.

—If you make me stay here, I'll find a way to get out and go with you either way. You know that.

It pissed him off how right she was about that. Even if he locked her inside that house, while Yejun watched the door, she probably would find a way to break the window and get out of there. Getting her to do something she didn't want to do would end up being more dangerous than just taking her with him.

—You annoy the shit out of me —he chuckled, rubbing his thumb in circles over her exposed knee.

—Honestly, it's my only purpose in life —she joked.