𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter fourty

[A/n]: I thought it won't take that long to complete a target seeing the number of readers.

I don't understand is it that hard to click on that star in the corner? As a writer we work hard on our stories and in return if you can even appreciate it then I don't think I have anything to say.

Not even half of you vote and because of you the readers who vote and comment get to suffer.

If you can't do that much then pls do not even read the story. Let the readers who appreciate it, read it. For them I am willing to set the targets even lower.

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—#[Y/n's pov]:

“Let go,” Jungkook's voice cut through the air, his gaze locked firmly on Ethan's, a command laced with a hint of threat.

But Ethan’s grip on my wrist only tightened, as if challenging Jungkook to make him let go. They stood there, eye to eye, a silent battle raging between them, their faces inches apart, each refusing to back down.

The intensity in their gazes was almost tangible, a clash of wills that made the air around us feel suffocating. The room was filled with an unspoken tension, like the calm before a storm.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, a smirk slowly crept onto Ethan's face. He broke eye contact for the briefest of moments, his eyes flicking downward before locking back onto Jungkook’s, a flicker of amusement playing in his expression. 

With a deliberate movement, he adjusted his glasses, pushing them back up the bridge of his nose.

“How about we let Y/n decide?” he said, tilting his head ever so slightly. “She’s the one caught in the middle of this. What do you think, Y/n?” His voice was taunting, his eyes daring me to make the call.

Both their eyes turned to me, and I felt the weight of their expectations settling on my shoulders. I couldn't bring myself to meet their gazes, my eyes fixed on the floor, my throat tightening with anxiety.

The silence seemed endless, their hands still gripping my wrists, refusing to let go, each demanding a silent answer. Just when I thought the moment would never end—

I felt a warmth spread through my palm, grounding me in the chaos. My attention shifted to my hand—the one Jungkook was holding. His fingers wrapped around mine, his touch gentle yet strong, his hold telling me that he wouldn't let go.

I looked up at him, my gaze tracing up his arm to his face, where his eyes met mine. There was a softness in his expression, a silent plea that spoke louder than words. His eyes were full of hope, asking me, without saying a word, to choose him.

And in that moment, I felt even more vulnerable. 

“Choose, Y/n.” 

Ethan's voice echoed through the hallway, carrying a weight that seemed to pull everything around it into stillness. 

My gaze was glued to Jungkook, his eyes never leaving mine, filled with so much unspoken emotion that I felt my chest tighten.

The air felt thick, my throat closing up as I tried to force my mind to quiet down and listen to my heart. Even though deep inside I already knew what my heart wanted, my lips refused to move.