Eyeing him closely, I suddenly ask, "I don't know your name,". His sinfully handsome face remains impassive, not a single crease betraying his thoughts.
"You didn't ask."
I groan, rolling my eyes. "So, what's your name, then?"
"Jeon," he responds, h...
I groan in pain as I force my eyes open. The headache splitting through my skull is brutal—it feels like bullets are ripping into my forehead repeatedly. With a shaky hand, I rub the throbbing spot, my fingers coming away slick with blood. Oh, great—someone hit me.
Agony flares through my chest, sharp and relentless, like a rusty blade twisting deep inside. I can barely focus, my vision swimming. Breathing is a struggle, and I feel like I'm teetering on the edge of passing out again. My bones ache as if they might shatter at any moment. What a fantastic day to get kidnapped.
As my eyes adjust to the dim light, I realize I'm in a basement of some sort. The air is damp, and there's a cold stillness in the atmosphere that sends a chill down my spine. Bars surround me. I'm caged.
Panic surges through me, and I stumble to my feet, reaching out to grip the cold metal. I try to shake the bars loose, but they don't budge. Damn it—I'm trapped. My fingers tremble as I search my jeans and sweater, but my phone and everything else are gone. Even my concealed gun is missing.
I scream until my throat burns raw, but no one comes. I have no idea how long I've been unconscious, and Jennie and Lisa are probably already halfway to Thailand. I'm on my own.
...
Five hours pass, though it feels like an eternity. Not a single sound comes from above—no footsteps, no voices. Nothing. I've been counting the seconds since I woke up. Five hours and five minutes.
One, two, three, four, five, six...
There's some water and bread in the corner. How generous, I think bitterly. Like that's going to help with the pain ripping through my chest.
Suddenly, everything goes still. The wind outside dies, the steady drip from the ceiling halts, and an eerie, unnatural silence settles over the place. My instincts scream that something's wrong. The kind of wrong that tightens your gut and prickles your skin.
I hold my breath, bracing myself.
Then it happens.
Gunshots erupt upstairs, sharp and deafening. Heavy footsteps pound above, and I hear things being smashed, glass shattering, more gunfire—chaos. I can't see anything, but I know exactly what's happening. I've been in this situation before.
The men are shouting orders, but the invaders keep shooting. It feels endless, but it's only seconds.
Silence falls again after a minute. It was definitely an attack. Whether my captors turned on each other or someone else barged in, I can't tell. All I know is that it's not over.
"Downstairs! HELP!" I scream, my voice cracking.
The door above is kicked open, and footsteps descend into the basement.
Emerging from the shadows, I see him.
Jeon Jungkook.
"Jungkook," I gasp, watching him as he raises his gun and blows apart the lock on my cell. The metal shatters, and I stagger out.
I barely get the chance to thank him before he raises the gun again, this time pointing it directly at my heart.
My eyes go wide. I step back, hands raised in surrender.
"No," I whisper, my heart racing. "I didn't do anything! Please—"
"Shut up," he growls, his gaze locked on mine, black with fury. "Should I shoot?" he asks, voice low and dangerous.
I shake my head frantically. "No."
"Why shouldn't I, Roseanne?" His voice is filled with such raw intensity, I almost crumble under it. "What do you take me for? You should know by now—I don't save people, I destroy them."
"Jungkook, please." My voice trembles as darkness threatens to take me. Frustration bubbles over, and I snap, "Fuck you, Jeon! What the fuckity fuck do you want from me? I've been stuck in here for who knows how long, and I'm not dealing with your bullshit right now!"
His eyes blaze as he steps toward me, quick as lightning. Before I can react, he grabs my face and crushes his lips against mine.
He's kissing me.
Shock freezes me for a split second before I give in, threading my fingers through his hair. He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses me against the wall. His lips are hot, demanding, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. His hand wraps around my throat, sending a shiver down my spine, while his other hand roams my back, igniting my skin.
Then, just as suddenly, he pulls away, his eyes still smoldering. "I knew you couldn't resist me," he smirks, shaking his head before walking away, leaving me breathless and fuming.
That asshole. How dare he? I'll make him regret this. I'll make him want me so badly, he'll beg for it.
...
After regaining my composure, I climb the stairs. Jungkook and his gang are gone, leaving behind only the bloodied bodies of my captors. I should feel something—pity, anger—but all I want is to know why they kidnapped me. Jungkook saved me, even if he doesn't want to admit it. And it cost him thirty lives.
I force myself to ignore the bloodstains and search for my belongings. I find everything packed neatly in a wooden box on the kitchen counter.
...
Once I've called a cab and made it home, Lisa and Jennie are long gone. Thailand, I remember bitterly.
I need a distraction. Something, anything to get my mind off what just happened.
I head to the bar.
Where I hope to find Jisoo.
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