"What I'm trying to say is, I can keep a secret, for as long as I like. I can take secrets to my grave." her tone lowers, their eye contact doesn't ease, "But I need you to promise me you'll do that too. Because if you do, we'll be okay. We'll be sa...
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"Vivi?"
There's hastiness in his voice, in his steps, in his actions as he hurries to their bed, throws the sheets around, kneels down on the floor to check underneath it.
Nothing.
Commotion in his head, alarms going off in his engine room, all the workers looking at each other with panic smeared across their faces. No one knows what to do.
He doesn't know what he's doing.
"Vivi!"
Heart beating against his ribcage, he runs to the bathroom, punches the light switch to turn the lights on, only to be greeted with an empty room again.
But a small device on the bathroom counter catches his gaze.
Her phone.
"Fuck." he breathes, "Fuck, fuck!"
Panting, he strides out of the bathroom again, paces around the suite, runs his fingers through his hair, pulls on the ends. He's all over the place, cannot concentrate on anything, the empty suite taunting him, laughing at him for failing like this. The whole world suddenly feels uncontrollably huge and he panics, feels how his throat tightens with every passing second she's gone. He shouldn't have left her alone, not even for a minute. Horror pictures fill his mind and in them, she's either in the back of a van with her mouth taped shut or at the bottom of the sea with a bullet hole in her forehead.
It feels like a terrible nightmare. A terrible, terrible nightmare. This cannot be happening, he thinks, not now.
His phone suddenly burns in his pocket, reminds him to use it if the situation requires it. He should. He should call Mr. Lee and tell him Vivi's gone. He should. But not in this state. Not like this. Not when you can hear from his voice how much he fucking cares for her.
There has to be a way to avoid contacting anyone.
Calm down. And focus.
Taking a deep breath, Jungkook closes his eyes, gulps, places his hand on his upper stomach to focus on his breathing. It's hard but he has to do this, he has to remember what he's trained for. He has to stay calm for her.
A sliding door opening somewhere in the background interrupts him.
"Oh, hey! I didn't notice you're back already."
Vivi.
His eyes shoot open, spot her delicate body standing in front of the balcony door instantly, a surprised smile on her lips.
"Vivi." he gasps as he hurries to her, his palms going to cup her face hastily, "Where the fuck were you? You can't do that." his voice is full of breath and despair while he checks her wellbeing, as if he really lost her.
