The Only One || Jungkook

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The way back to the police station was silent, with barely any sound from other cars -it wasn't like there were many that time of the year, especially in the area that connected with all the touristic spots. Her brain was keeping her from any sound that could interrupt the several questions that were going through her head. They already had many enemies, she would have to worry about the police as well?

She was feeling overwhelmed, unable to keep up with everything that was happening at once, while Jungkook held the wheel tight at the same time his eyes flew in her direction a few times. He was able to see the tension and worry, and there was nothing that made him angrier than having the feeling he could be of help, but he didn't know how.

Her breath got heavier when his car crossed the bridge, feeling like she was forced back into reality. The familiar and calm vibes that she felt from the other side were completely disappearing as soon as he stopped in front of the first traffic light. Under the red light, Jungkook was finally able to look at her, eyes falling to the way her fingers moved nervously on her lap.

—Maybe it has nothing to do with me —he whispered, covering her hands with his palm.

—No —she shook her head, scoffing—. Police came to my place to come at me for sneaking inside the bus a few times when I was eighteen.

—What if it's a trick? —he mumbled.

Y/n's eyes went from the dashboard to Jungkook, catching his eyes briefly before he focused back on the road.

He wanted to keep those thoughts in the back of his head to focus on her, on her reaction and her feelings until they arrived at the police station. He didn't want to alarm her, but it was obvious it was already too late. She was nervous and anxious, expecting anything to come at them at that point.

—Maybe they're pretending to be cops.

—I don't think they're pretending, but they're clearly on Pedro's payroll —she shrugged—. Comissars, politics... I've seen a lot of them coming to the club. They don't need to pretend to be cops, because they already have cops on their side. And I doubt they'd appoint me at the police station if they wanted to do something to me. What worries me is if it has nothing to do with Pedro or your father.

—It'll be okay —he assured her.

Y/n wanted to believe his words, she really wanted to think it was something they could ignore, but having someone watching their every move would only complicate everything they were planning to do.

—Sure it'll be—she nodded, pointing at the last turn he had to take—. It's here —she informed him.

—Hun, it'll be okay —he repeated, holding her wrist when she unbuckled her belt—. Don't let them get to you.

—Easier said than done —she managed to tease him, dedicating a weak smile to him.

Chuckling at her comment, he pulled her close with a hand behind her neck, leaving a short kiss on her forehead.

—I'll be waiting for you here.

He'd always wait for her. She knew that quite well, and maybe that was the problem from the beginning. On her way to the police station, she started thinking about what good she brought into his life. It was as if everything that could turn out wrongly would only happen after she showed up in his life -and she admitted her fault on it.

Y/n walked around the place, guided to a desk in particular after she repeated the name Jorge had sent her through text. The only times she had stepped inside a police station was to renew her ID, but she was able to feel the pressure as she was guided through the room.