Hi everyone!
I made this to all you BTS FF lovers out there! The story containes a man (Jeon Jungkook) and a girl (Lee Y/n), who met at a college in South Korea. They both fell in love at first sight, but they didnt quite have a good start at their...
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As the first rays of dawn crept over the jagged peaks of the mountains, Jungkook awoke with a start. The crisp morning air nipped at his skin, and for a moment, he lay there, disoriented, unsure of where he was. Then the memories flooded back—the meteor shower, the way her eyes had sparkled beneath the night sky, their kiss, so tender, so full of longing...
But the most jarring realization hit him like a punch to the gut.
She was gone.
Panic surged within him. His heart raced, and the chill of the mountain air did nothing to ease the burning in his chest. He sat up abruptly, his gaze sweeping the grassy patch where they had spent the night. Empty. Her things, her presence—gone.
"Y/n!" he called out sharply, his voice cracking with desperation.
He scrambled to his feet, eyes frantic as he scanned the surrounding area. His fingers ran through his tousled hair, frustration mounting. Where the hell could she have gone?
He began calling her name, louder now, as though his voice could will her back. His mind raced, trying to think, to make sense of it all. Had she left in the middle of the night? She couldn't have—he would've noticed. The silence that followed only deepened the sinking feeling in his stomach.
As the hours passed, his search grew more frantic. He ran through the woods, hoping to find a trace of her. His thoughts turned dark—was she hurt? Had something happened? He cursed himself for letting her get away. She was just an ordinary girl, but she meant everything to him.
Jungkook paused at the edge of the forest, breathing heavily, and leaned against a tree. How could I have let this happen?
He pulled out his phone, quickly dialling his men, ordering them to search for her, but something about the stillness in his chest told him that it was too late.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Italy...
Y/n stepped off the plane, her feet hitting the tarmac with a sense of finality. The wind was warm, a sharp contrast to the cold mountain air she had left behind. Her heart was heavy, but there was also a strange sense of freedom in the air.
Italy was far enough away from Jungkook, from the dangerous life he led, and most importantly, from the tangled emotions that still pulled at her. She didn't want to love him, but she couldn't help herself.
She had kissed him last night, had felt his warmth, his intensity. She had almost stayed, almost fallen for him completely—but she knew the kind of life he lived. The kind of life that would drag her down. The mafia. The danger. The blood. She wasn't a part of that world, and she never would be.
The decision to leave had come from a place of fear, yes, but also of self-preservation. She couldn't live in his shadow, constantly wondering if today would be the day his enemies found her.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she took in her new surroundings, the cobblestone streets of the small Italian town stretching before her. The language, the unfamiliar sounds, the quaint cafes—everything was so different. And yet, there was a warmth here, a sense of peace that made her feel safe.
A new life. A fresh start.
But as Y/n settled into her new life, Jungkook's shadow never left her. His face would occasionally slip into her thoughts, especially late at night when the stars reminded her of their time together in the mountains.
She would never forget him.
And somewhere, deep down, she knew that Jungkook would never truly forget her either.
Back in Seoul...
Jungkook's frustration had reached its peak by midday. His men had scoured the mountains, every path, every corner—nothing. Not a single clue as to where she had gone. Panic had evolved into something darker—an obsession. Why would she leave? His chest tightened at the thought of her slipping through his fingers, like sand in the wind. He could not lose her, not like this.
He sat in his private office, the walls closing in around him as his thoughts spun. He ran his hand through his hair, mind reeling. Was she really gone? Could she have gone back to her life in Seoul? But something about that did not sit right. She would not leave without a trace. She would not have just... vanished.
His eyes narrowed, and a sudden, gut-wrenching realization hit him. She was not just running from me. His heart sank deeper. She was escaping.
She had been running from the world he dragged her into—the world of power, violence, and control. The mafia. And no matter how much he cared for her, no matter how many promises he had made to protect her, it was all a part of his life that she could never accept.
But Jungkook was not someone who let things slip away easily. And if she had chosen to leave him behind, to start a new life... Then I will find her. I will make sure she knows that she cannot run from me.
