JEON JUNGKOOK

43. The Betrayal

My hands shook uncontrollably as I scrambled to pick up the phone from the floor. My heart pounded so loudly in my ears, I could barely hear my own thoughts.

"Come on, come on..." I muttered, my voice shaking as I dialed Jeon's number again. It rang once... twice... then went straight to voicemail.

"No, no, no..." I whispered in a panic, my fingers moving frantically to dial again. But the same result—voicemail.

I tried again. And again. Every time the line went dead, my panic grew. Tears blurred my vision, my breath coming in shallow gasps as my chest tightened.

"Please, Jeon, pick up," I begged, my voice cracking. "Please..."

Mother Jeon rushed to my side, her hand gripping my shoulder, but I barely registered her touch. All I could think about was the sound of the crash, the deafening silence that followed, and the terrifying possibilities swirling in my mind.

"Y/N, you need to calm down, sweetheart," Mother Jeon urged, her voice gentle but laced with urgency. "This stress isn't good for you, for the baby..."

"I can't calm down!" I cried out, my voice trembling as the tears spilled freely down my cheeks. "What if something happened to him? What if he's... I can't lose him, not now..."

My hands trembled violently as I tried to dial again, my breathing becoming more erratic. Mother Jeon gently took the phone from my hands, her expression torn between worry for Jeon and concern for me.

"Let me try," she said softly, her voice a fragile comfort in the chaos. She stepped away, her fingers moving swiftly as she began calling the other BTS members, her face pale as she spoke quietly into the phone.

I collapsed onto the couch, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. Tears streamed down my face, and my mind raced with images of Jeon—hurt, alone, needing me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think straight. The fear was suffocating.

"He'll be okay, right?" I whispered, my voice small and broken. "Please, tell me he's okay."

Mother Jeon hung up the phone and rushed back to me, kneeling down beside the couch. She cupped my face in her hands, her eyes filled with tears of her own, but she forced a calm smile.

"Shh, darling. You have to stay calm, for the baby," she whispered, brushing my hair back from my tear-stained cheeks. "The boys are looking for him. They'll find him, I promise. You can't let yourself get too worked up. It's not safe for you or the baby."

"But what if he's hurt?" I sobbed, the words barely audible through my choked cries. "What if he needs me and I'm just sitting here, doing nothing?"

"You are doing something. You're taking care of yourself and the baby, and that's the most important thing right now," she said softly, though I could see the fear flickering behind her eyes.

The minutes stretched into what felt like hours, every second without news agonizing. I kept replaying the sound of the crash in my head, the silence that followed, wondering what was happening, if Jeon was okay, if he was—

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Jeon's POV

I was halfway through the drive, my thoughts scattered as I focused on the road ahead. The familiar hum of the engine kept me grounded, but something had been tugging at my chest since I left for this trip. I couldn't wait to get home, to see Y/N again.

My phone buzzed in the console, her name lighting up the screen. I smiled to myself as I picked it up, pressing the call button and holding it to my ear.

"Hey," I answered, glancing at the clock. "I'm on my way back. About 30 or 40 minutes, and I'll be home."

There was a pause on the other end, and I could hear her breathing. My brow furrowed. She sounded... off. I could almost feel the tension through the phone.