GOLDEN HEADLINES | Zarah Mirzaa

Chapter:10

"SAVED OR UNSAVED?"

Jungkook's voice was a low murmur, firm yet reassuring as he gently cupped Alessia's face once more. "Stay under the bed. Don't move, alright? I will handle this," he whispered, his gaze intense, his expression all business now.

He pulled back, his eyes scanning the room before he turned toward the door.

Alessia's breath hitched in her chest, her body trembling from the mix of fear and adrenaline. She had no idea what to do, and a heavy sense of helplessness washed over her as she remained crouched under the bed. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, and every movement Jungkook made seemed amplified in the silence.

He looked down at her one last time, his face set in a hard, determined expression. Without another word, he slipped out from beneath the bed, his movements fluid but cautious. He pulled the gun from his pocket again, the sleek black weapon gleaming in the dim light, his fingers curling around it with practiced ease.

"Stay quiet," he repeated, his voice cold and clipped.

Alessia's pulse quickened as she watched him approach the door. The silence felt suffocating, and she couldn't help but hold her breath as she watched him inch closer, his eyes locked on the door as if calculating the next move.

As soon as Jungkook opened the door, the sound of gunshots shattered the stillness of the room, a sharp crack that echoed in her ears. Alessia gasped, her body tensing instinctively as the noise reverberated in the air.

She remained frozen, her body shaking under the bed, but her mind was consumed by one thought: Jungkook. Was he okay? Was he hurt?

She couldn't help but feel a surge of panic, though not for herself, but for him. Her fingers gripped the edge of the dress, her knuckles turning white, her breath ragged as she struggled to keep quiet, to stay still.

The gunshots rang out again, and Alessia's chest tightened, her eyes wide with fear. She wasn't scared for herself—she knew she had to stay hidden, stay quiet—but the thought of Jungkook out there, facing whatever was coming for them, made her stomach twist with worry. She wanted to rush out, to help him, but she couldn't risk exposing herself.

All she could do was wait, heart pounding, as the sounds of chaos echoed from the hallway. The muffled voices from the men outside, the gunfire, and the heavy tension in the air felt suffocating.

"Please be safe, Jungkook..."

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Jungkook's POV

The door creaked open with a faint groan, and Jungkook's senses sharpened immediately, his eyes scanning the hallway. His hand tightened around the cold metal of his gun, ready for whatever came next. He stepped outside cautiously, the tension in the air palpable.

His eyes locked onto the figure standing in the shadows—a man dressed in dark clothing, his face concealed by a mask, a hoodie pulled low to obscure any trace of identity.

"Jungkook?" one of them stammered in disbelief, his voice breaking the silence.

"Wait—" another began, his words cut short.

No time to waste.

Before the man could even move, Jungkook raised his gun and fired, aiming for the leg. The sound of the shot echoed through the hallway, a crack of thunder in the tense silence. The masked man stumbled backward, a sharp hiss of pain escaping his lips as he collapsed to the floor, but that didn't stop the others from closing in.