Stuck With You [Taekook ff]

51 | Well, Damn.

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During their flight to Greece, Taehyung was fully in FBI mode, meticulously reviewing the file they'd obtained from the wedding chapel. Before he had to power down his phone, he sent Yoongi and Namjoon copies of the photos and documents. He wanted them to verify the authenticity of the marriage license —something he had already handed over to Namjoon weeks ago for a closer look.

Taking a pause, Taehyung checked in on Jungkook.

He gently placed his hand over Jungkook's. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Physically or emotionally?"

"Both."

"I'm a mess," Jungkook admitted, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I just want this all to be over. And... I'm so sorry for dragging you into this."

"I volunteered for this, remember? I'm the one who asked you to stay with me until we could sort out this whole marriage situation. And we're getting close. Don't blame yourself for me being involved—I chose this."

"I know, but I still feel awful. I tried to do the right thing by leaving, and then everything spiraled—the house, the explosion. I needed you, but I hate how all this drama is weighing on you."

"Don't worry about me, and don't worry about your safety. I'll take care of you." Taehyung leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. It felt good. He hadn't kissed him in almost two days.

"And who's going to take care of you?" Jungkook asked softly.

Taehyung paused, considering. "You know I have amazing friends. They'll look out for me—they're like my brothers. And I have my dad. Now, enough about that. Let's order something from the flight attendant."

Taehyung didn't want to drink alcohol; he preferred to stay sharp in case they were being followed when they landed in Santorini. But Jungkook needed to unwind. After all, they were in for nearly a 15-hour flight, and Taehyung figured a drink wouldn't hurt.

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Yerin stood before the two figures, her expression calm but her eyes betraying the tension simmering beneath. She recounted the story as clearly as she could. "The house was rigged. If he hadn't gotten out in time, Jungkook would've been blown to pieces." Her voice wavered slightly, but she steadied it quickly, determined not to show sadness or despair. She had to remain strong. If she caved, she'd lose her wits. And then there could be more fatalities.

The man across from her, his features obscured by the dim light, folded his arms. "Did you know where he was when it happened?"

"Yes. At the house with the field of dandelions." She continued to speak in code just in case their secret meeting place had been compromised.

"Do you know where he is now?" The female's voice was weak with concern.

Yerin hesitated, then shook her head. "No, I've been trying to reach him, but he's not answering his phone. I thought he would've contacted me by now."

The gentleman, with a sigh, leaned forward, his voice low and firm. "It may be time to just bring him in."

Yerin's eyes widened slightly, but she kept her tone controlled. "Bring him in? Do you know how risky that could be? He's already on edge, and he's been through hell. We can't push him like this. Furthermore, I believe his companion has concluded that I may be Jungkook's enemy. He's calling the shots now. We will have to work through the FBI agent. And the agent would not betray neither want Jungkook to be handed over to us."

The man remained resolute. "This isn't about what he wants. It's about keeping Jungkook alive. If he's not answering his phone, we have to take other measures."