LINE BETWEEN US

𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖘𝖎𝖝

--Author's Perspective--

Y/n's hands shook as she unlocked the door to her apartment, the tension thick between her and Leo.

He had insisted on bringing her home, and though she'd hoped the night would end peacefully, the shift in his behavior made her stomach twist with unease.

The door creaked open, and Y/n stepped inside, flicking on the lights. "Thanks for driving me, Leo. You should go now, it's late," she said quickly, trying to keep her voice calm.

But Leo lingered in the doorway, his eyes dark as he watched her. "You're just going to brush me off like that?" he muttered, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

Y/n's pulse quickened.

She took a step back, putting more distance between them. "I'm tired, Leo. Let's just end the night here."

Leo scoffed, moving closer. "End the night? After all that teasing, you're just going to act like nothing happened?"

"I wasn't teasing," Y/n said firmly, her back hitting the kitchen counter as she tried to keep space between them. "We were just hanging out. I didn't mean anything more."

But Leo ignored her words, his expression hardening. "Stop playing games, Y/n. You've been flirting with me all night. You didn't invite me in just to say goodbye."

Y/n's heart raced, panic clawing at her as she realized he wasn't backing down.

She quickly glanced around the room, trying to find a way to get away from him. "Leo, I didn't invite you in. You need to leave-now."

He stepped forward, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. "I don't think so. You've been leading me on all night, acting like you want this. Don't play innocent now."

Before Y/n could react, Leo grabbed her wrist, his grip tight and forceful. "Come on, don't make this harder than it has to be," he said, pulling her toward him.

Fear surged through her veins, but Y/n wasn't about to give in.

With a burst of adrenaline, she twisted her arm free and shoved him as hard as she could, catching him off guard.

He stumbled back, cursing under his breath.

Without wasting a second, Y/n darted toward the hallway, her heart pounding in her ears.

She ran into the small closet near her bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

The closet was cramped and dark, but it was the only place she could think of to hide.

She pressed her back against the wall, her hands shaking as she fumbled for her phone.

She quickly dialed Jungkook's number, praying he would pick up.

The phone rang once, twice, and then his voice came through, tense and alert. "Y/n?"

"Jungkook," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I-I need your help. Leo, he-he tried to force himself on me. I got away, but he's still in the apartment."

There was a brief silence on the other end, and then Jungkook's voice hardened with urgency. "Where are you? Are you hurt?"

"I'm hiding in my closet," she whispered, trying to keep her voice down as she heard footsteps outside the door. "He's looking for me."

"I'm coming," Jungkook said, his voice sharp. "Stay quiet, stay hidden. I'll be there in ten minutes. Don't let him find you."

Y/n clutched the phone to her chest as she heard Leo's footsteps getting closer.