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ꪀׁׅᨵׁׅ tׁׅυׁׅꭈׁׅꪀׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ ϐׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ᝯׁƙׁׅ֑

The silence in the car was thick as they sped away from the warehouse. The echoes of gunfire and the scent of blood still clung to Y/N’s senses. She glanced at Jungkook, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. It was the first time she’d seen him like this—shaken, not by the violence, but by the reality that no matter how hard he fought, danger always found its way back to them.
She winced, shifting in her seat as the pain in her arm flared again. The wound wasn’t deep, but it was enough to serve as a brutal reminder of how close she had come to losing everything.
Jungkook noticed. His gaze flickered to her for a brief second before he spoke, his voice low and tense. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
Y/N looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
“You shouldn’t have gotten in the way,” Jungkook’s voice hardened, his emotions simmering beneath the surface. “You could’ve been killed.”
“I couldn’t just stand there and watch him hurt you!” she shot back, her voice shaking slightly, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. “I did what I had to do.”
His eyes darkened, the frustration and fear boiling over. “This isn’t a game, Y/N! Do you think throwing yourself in front of me will make things better? That it will solve anything? You don’t belong in this world—no matter how much you think you do.”
Her chest tightened at his words. She knew he was angry, scared even, but his tone cut deeper than the wound on her arm. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand the danger. She knew exactly what they were up against. But she couldn’t stand by and watch him shoulder all the risks alone.
“Maybe I don’t belong in this world,” Y/N said quietly, her voice soft but steady. “But I belong with you.”
Jungkook’s eyes softened for a moment, the tension in his body easing slightly. He looked at her, the woman who had somehow become his reason for everything. But with her came a new vulnerability—one that made him question every move, every decision. Loving her was a risk, and now that risk was becoming harder to bear.
They pulled up to the penthouse, and Jungkook’s men were already there, securing the perimeter. Jungkook stepped out of the car, his usual cool composure cracking as he guided Y/N inside. The door shut behind them with a heavy thud, and suddenly the weight of the night pressed down on both of them.
“I’ll call a doctor to take care of your arm,” Jungkook muttered as they entered the living room, but Y/N shook her head.
“I’m fine,” she said, standing in front of him, refusing to let the conversation end. “Jungkook, this can’t keep happening. We can’t keep living like this, waiting for the next attack, the next fight.”
He turned to face her, the hard lines of his face softened by the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. “What do you want me to do, Y/N? Walk away? Let my enemies take over everything I’ve built?”
She stepped closer, her hand gently resting on his chest. “I don’t want you to give up what’s yours. I just want you to trust me enough to let me in. We’re in this together, whether you like it or not. I’m not some weakness you have to protect—I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Jungkook’s breath hitched as he looked down at her, her eyes filled with both fear and resolve. He wanted to protect her, to keep her safe from the darkness that surrounded him. But he knew now, after everything, that she was a part of him—an inseparable piece of his life that he couldn’t hide from.
His fingers brushed her cheek gently, tracing the curve of her jaw as he whispered, “I don’t want to lose you. I can’t.”
“You won’t,” she whispered back, her hand covering his. “But you have to stop fighting this alone. Let me in. Let me help you.”
Jungkook’s throat tightened, the vulnerability of her words piercing through the walls he’d built around his heart. He had been so focused on shielding her from his world that he hadn’t realized she was already living in it, facing the same dangers, carrying the same burdens. And if he kept pushing her away, he knew he would lose her—not to an enemy, but to the distance growing between them.
“Okay,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’ll face this together.”
Y/N exhaled, relief flooding her body as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. For the first time in a long while, Jungkook allowed himself to relax, his forehead resting against hers. The weight of the world was still there, but for now, in this moment, it felt a little lighter.

As Jungkook and Y/N strengthen their bond, new threats emerge from unexpected places. An old ally resurfaces with a deadly ultimatum, forcing Jungkook to make an impossible choice. With Y/N now fully integrated into his world, the lines between love and survival blur even further. How much will Jungkook be willing to sacrifice to protect the woman he loves—and will it be enough to keep the shadows at bay?