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HIS HOME

As they reached the car, Y/N winced, stumbling slightly as she walked.

 Her ankle throbbed from twisting it during their frantic escape through the forest, but she bit back the pain, determined to keep up without asking for help. 

Jungkook noticed her limp and frowned, but he kept silent, his face unreadable as he led her toward the car.

When they reached it, she instinctively headed for the front passenger seat, but he reached out, stopping her with a firm hand on her wrist.

"Not there," he said, his tone unyielding. 

Without waiting for her response, he opened the back door and motioned for her to sit with him.

 She hesitated, her surprise evident, but she sensed there was no point arguing.

 Silently, she slid in, and he followed, closing the door with a heavy finality.

The silence in the car was thick as they sat side by side, the only sounds their labored breaths and the faint hum of the engine as the driver started it up. 

Jungkook turned to the driver, his voice low and firm.

"where are w going "she asked

 "at my place." he replied in cold voice 

Y/N's eyes widened slightly.

 "Wait," 

she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

 "I don't need to go to your place. I'm fine. Just take me home."

He looked at her, his expression unreadable, his gaze unwavering.

 "I don't keep debts," 

he said, his tone cold but controlled. 

"You treated my wound. Now you'll come to my place and get yours looked at. Then you can go."

The finality in his tone left no room for negotiation. 

She fell silent, the words dying on her lips as she leaned back, staring out the window in resignation.

The tension in the car was palpable, thick with the unspoken words that hung between them.

 She couldn't bring herself to look at him, but she was acutely aware of his presence, of the subtle warmth that radiated from his side. 

She could feel her heart beating, her mind replaying the chaos of the night the gunshots, the chase, the way he'd shielded her with his own body, fighting off attackers with a lethal precision that both unsettled and reassured her.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke, his voice quiet, almost like he was speaking to himself.

 "You don't have to put yourself in situations like this, you know."

She looked at him, caught off guard. 

His face was impassive, his gaze fixed straight ahead, but there was something in his tone—a faint hint of concern, buried beneath layers of cold indifference.

She swallowed, unsure of how to respond, and merely nodded, feeling a strange sense of vulnerability creeping in, as if he'd glimpsed something in her that she herself hadn't noticed.

As they pulled up to his house, she remained silent, allowing herself to be led into his world.

IN THE CAR

As the car sped through the night, Y/N couldn't keep her mind from spiraling back to the chaotic encounter in the forest. 

Her hands, still trembling, clutched her torn sleeve.