𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

25

Y/N'S POV-

My stomach twisted into a painful knot as my breath seemed to shake through my chest as I pulled my legs in tighter and tighter to my chest, terrified of being seen.

If it was Jungkook, he would be calling for me, right? So I didn't accidentally shoot him when he came in?

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

The footsteps came up the stairs at a jog, then moved through the bedroom.

I was pretty sure my entire body was shaking violently at that point before I heard the opening and closing of cabinets.

Cabinets?

Were they looking for something?

What the hell would Jungkook keep in the bathroom cabinets?

Well, I guess, it was a place most people wouldn't look, right? Like a children's bedroom. Or in the pet supplies. No one stores valuables there.

Except, maybe Jungkook did. And maybe he had some kind of leak in the organization, and someone else found out about it.

If they were in the bathroom, though, it meant that Jungkook was either dead or incapacitated.

The horrible thought of that made my stomach twist painfully, hard enough that my free hand moved there, pressing against my belly like I could rub away the ache.

I didn't have time to analyze that right that moment, though. If something had happened to Jungkook and his brothers and his men, that was out of my hands.

What was in my hands, though, was my own life.

If that meant using my brothers name to garner some fear in Jungkook's enemies, or if it meant shooting my way out.

Whatever it took.

I'd been through just enough shit beyond my will. I would be damned if I endured anything else.

Decision made, I rose up slowly, silently, and made my way across the floor of the walk-in.

Taking a slow, deep breath that burned through my chest, I raised my arm, aimed the gun, and stepped into the doorway of the bathroom.

To find freaking Jungkook standing there, flicking on the water. A sudden wave of relief washed over me as i took in a deep breath.

My gaze slid to those hands, watching as the blood swirled off of them and into the drain, getting diluted to a pink before it slid down the drain.

My head snapped up again.

He must have seen a movement in the mirror, or simply sensed me there, because his head turned toward me, eyes dark, intense.

"Good girl, Love." he said, nodding. 

"You did what you gotta do." he added, looking back down at his hands as he scrubbed at the blood.

"You were just going to let me sit in that closet sick to my stomach that I was going to be raped and murdered while you washed your hands?" I hissed, lowering the gun to my side, realizing I was somehow shaking harder than I'd been in the closet when I was scared for my life.

Jungkook ignored that as he left the water on, but brought his hands to his shirt, flicking the buttons open.

I felt an involuntary spasm of anticipation before he was shrugging off his shirt, tossing it to the side, and I realized what was more pressing than telling me I was safe.

The gaping hole in his side.

"OH. MY. GOD." I gasped, momentarily frozen as I stared at the bullet hole on his hip just above the waistband of his pants. 

"OhmyGod, Ohmygod." I hissed feeling his pain, my gaze shooting up to his face, finding his gaze on me.

"It's fine, Love. Go on and get to bed."

"It's fine?" I said, waving a hand toward his body. 

"A gaping hole in your body is fine? You need to go to the hospital Jungkook."

"Hospitals mean questions. Which I can't answer right now."

"Why not? Someone tried to break into our home."

"I don't have time for that Y/n." he reminded me.

"But... but... don't you have, I don't know, personal doctors?" I asked, putting the gun down, feeling a little queasy as my gaze slid down to the wound again. 

"Been watching too many mafia movies, Love?" he said, shaking his head.

"How are you so calm right now? You have a f#cking hole in your body, Jungkook."

"It's not the first time I've been shot." he told me, shrugging it off .

"It still hurts..." I insisted, my eyes stinging.

"Worried about me, Love?" he asked with a devilish smirk toying at his lips.

"More worried than you were about me..." I grumbled to myself, forgetting that Jungkook had the hearing of a snake.

"I took a bullet protecting you tonight, Y/n." he told me, voice low.

"You took a bullet to protect yourself, your Family, and your mafia empire too. Don't make me feel bad." I said.

I guess whatever control he had over himself snapped at that moment, because he stormed across the space between us, paying absolutely no mind to the hole in his torso that had to be killing him, coming right up to me, and grabbing the back of my neck hard, yanking me almost up against him by it.

"I don't give a f#ck about anything else." he growled in a voice that had no right to be sexy when it was so clearly pissed at me, but there was no way to deny it, either. 

"Over Everything, I choose you, Love."

Suddenly, I again felt the feeling I never felt for anyone. And that feeling is- Love.

It's Impossible not to love him.

"J-" I didn't get to finish that sentence.

Because I suddenly found myself yanked firmly against him as his lips crashed down on mine. His lips crashed into mine as his fingers found its way between my hairs.

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