The Only One || Jungkook

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Y/n woke up first, alert by the muted sound that came from somewhere outside the car. Looking behind, she saw nothing other than tree trunks and the muddy road completely dry when she looked through the rear window. She still moved slowly, reaching the gun Jungkook had sneakily hidden under the pilot's seat in case something happened.

She made sure to unlock the safety, holding the gun tight while she also looked at the front. There was nothing, yet she was convinced she had heard steps and a voice somewhere around the car.

Maybe her mind was tricking her after everything that had happened in the previous days.

She almost dropped the weapon, placing it back to where she found it, until the door on Jungkook's side clicked and opened. Her hands moved faster than her eyes, pointing straight at the man who broke into their small peace.

Assaulted by the loud gasp Jimin let out, and the sudden move from Y/n that made the whole car move, Jungkook woke up to the gun barrel centimeters from his nose and his friend raising his hands in the air, signaling her to stop whatever attack she was planning.

—I see your girl learns fast —Jimin teased, smiling at Y/n.

—And you should know better, considering the situation we all are in —Jungkook scolded him, taking the gun away from her.

—Says the person with no security, sleeping in the middle of the forest —the blond rolled his eyes—. Why are you two here?

—We got a flat tire, and it was raining too much to change it —she explained to him.

—And neither of you thought of calling me, or someone for help. It was better to stay here?

Jungkook and Y/n exchanged looks, completely omitting the fact that getting stuck there was just an excuse for them to get away from all the noise and stress they were in back in the real world.

—I don't even wanna know all the nasty shit you two have probably done here, but get out so we can change the tire.

Although Jimin was the one who came up with the idea, Jungkook took his spot and got in charge of getting the car ready to drive back to the city. Not because his friend was doing a poor job, or because he wasn't able to, but he wanted to show Y/n how he'd be able to take care of her even with the simplest things.

—We get it, your dick is bigger than mine —Jimin mentioned, crossing his arms over his chest—. No one is taking Y/n away from you.

—What do you mean? I was just doing something she didn't let me do last night.

—Yeah, whatever —his friend ignored what he had to say about it—. There's a small town near here, and probably a repair shop to handle the flatten tire —he said, aiming at Y/n—. Drive safely, big boy —Jimin patted Jungkook's head—. You don't have any more spare wheels.

—Jimin, don't cross any lines unless you want me to wreck your fingers one by one —Jungkook threatened in Korean, glaring deathly at him.

In a peaceful sign, the blond raised two of his hands in the air and stepped back, walking to his motorbike -parked at the left side of the car.

Y/n barely knew the area they were in once they went back to the highway. She was able to tell she had been there before by the surroundings, she could tell apart some places and names on the signs in her memory, but she was way too young back then to have a proper and clear image of where they were.

—Sineu... —she read out loud, warning him of the nearest place.

—Is it this exit?

—I guess —she shrugged.