The Innocent and The King

Chapter Thirteen - Unveiling The Threat

The air in the safe house crackled with tension. Even the typically unflappable members of Jungkook’s crew seemed on edge, their sharp eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. Reva couldn’t ignore the unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach.

She watched from the corner of the living room as Namjoon and Jungkook pored over a map spread across the coffee table, their voices low but intense. The others—Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Seokjin, and Taehyung—were seated nearby, each lost in their thoughts. For a group of men accustomed to chaos, their subdued demeanor spoke volumes.

Reva didn’t want to disturb them, but curiosity and concern compelled her to step closer. She placed a hand gently on Jungkook’s shoulder, her touch pulling his gaze from the map to her. His dark eyes softened instantly, a stark contrast to the intensity they held moments ago.

“What’s going on?” she asked softly.

Jungkook straightened, his hand covering hers. “We’ve got intel on the Kangs. They’re planning something big.”

Namjoon glanced at Reva, his expression unreadable. “It’s not safe here anymore. We need to move, and soon.”

Reva’s heart sank. Though the safe house wasn’t home, it had become her sanctuary. The thought of leaving it—and the fragile sense of security it provided—was unsettling.

“Where will we go?” she asked, her voice steady despite the fear creeping in.

Jungkook hesitated, his jaw tightening. “I have a few places in mind. But wherever we go, I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

Reva nodded, trusting him implicitly. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the danger was closer than anyone realized.

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Later that evening, as the others prepared for their departure, Jungkook found Reva sitting by the fireplace, lost in thought. The warm glow of the flames danced across her face, highlighting the worry etched into her features.

“Hey,” he said softly, taking a seat beside her.

She looked up, offering a small smile. “Hey.”

Jungkook reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Talk to me.”

Reva sighed, leaning into him. “I just… I hate this feeling. Knowing that someone out there wants to hurt you, to hurt us.”

His grip on her hand tightened slightly. “They can try, but they’ll fail. I won’t let anyone touch you, Reva.”

She turned to face him, her eyes searching his. “But what about you? You always put yourself in danger for me. What if—”

“Don’t,” Jungkook interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. “Don’t go there. I’m not going anywhere, Reva. I told you, I’d let the world burn before I let anything happen to you.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she nodded, leaning her forehead against his. “You’re impossible,” she whispered.

“And you love me for it,” he replied, his lips curving into a small smile.

Reva let out a soft laugh, the sound easing the tension in her chest. “Maybe I do.”

Jungkook tilted her chin up, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. It was his way of reminding her that no matter what happened, they would face it together.

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The move was swift and calculated, orchestrated with the precision of a military operation. Jungkook’s team worked seamlessly, each member taking on specific roles to ensure their safety.

Reva found herself in the backseat of an SUV, Jungkook seated beside her. His hand rested protectively on her thigh, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

“Where are we going?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“To a cabin in the mountains,” Jungkook replied. “It’s isolated, secure. No one will find us there.”

Reva nodded, though the idea of being even more secluded made her uneasy. “Do you think the Kangs will follow us?”

“They’d be stupid to try,” Jungkook said, his voice laced with confidence.

Namjoon, who was driving, glanced at them in the rearview mirror. “We’ve taken precautions, but we can’t let our guard down. The Kangs are unpredictable.”

Reva didn’t miss the slight edge in Namjoon’s tone, and it only heightened her unease.

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The cabin was nestled deep in the mountains, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in mist. It was beautiful in a haunting sort of way, and Reva couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding as they arrived.

Jungkook led her inside, his hand never leaving hers. The interior was cozy but stark, a reminder that this wasn’t a vacation—it was a refuge.

As the group settled in, Jungkook pulled Reva aside. “Stay close to me, okay?”

She nodded, her trust in him unwavering. “Always.”

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That night, as Reva lay curled up in bed, she found sleep elusive. Her mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead, the danger that seemed to be closing in.

Jungkook slipped into bed beside her, pulling her into his arms. “Can’t sleep?” he murmured.

“No,” she admitted, resting her head against his chest.

His hand stroked her hair soothingly. “You’re safe, Reva. I promise.”

“I know,” she said softly. “But I can’t stop thinking about what could happen.”

Jungkook’s grip on her tightened slightly. “Nothing’s going to happen to you. Not while I’m here.”

Reva tilted her head up to look at him, her brown eyes meeting his. “I’m not just worried about me, Jungkook. I’m worried about you.”

A flicker of emotion crossed his face—something vulnerable, almost fragile. “I’ve faced worse than the Kangs,” he said, his voice steady. “But I’ve never had something—someone—to fight for like this. You give me a reason to keep going, Reva.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up to cup his cheek. “Then don’t push me away. Let me be your reason, but also your partner. We’re in this together.”

Jungkook’s expression softened, and he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her lips. “Together,” he agreed, his voice a whispered vow.

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The next day brought a sense of routine as the group settled into the cabin. While the men worked on fortifying their defenses, Reva busied herself in the kitchen, finding comfort in the simple act of cooking.

As she worked, she noticed Jungkook watching her from the doorway, his arms crossed and a small smile playing on his lips.

“What?” she asked, her cheeks flushing under his intense gaze.

“Just admiring you,” he said, stepping closer.

Reva rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t hide her smile. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Jungkook chuckled, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “And you love me for it.”

“Maybe I do,” she teased, leaning back against him.

“Definitely,” he said, his lips brushing against her temple.

For a brief moment, the world outside didn’t exist. There was only Jungkook, his touch, his warmth, and the love that bound them together.

But deep down, Reva knew this peace wouldn’t last. The storm was coming, and when it did, they would need every ounce of strength and love to survive it.