"You fucking kissed me in front of everyone!" Jungkook snapped, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Yes, and?" she shot back.
"The picture of you forcing your kiss upon me is all over the fucking internet! This has been a fucking scandal for fuck's sake...
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𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢! ❥・◦・❤︎・◦・❥
The moment I felt the sting tear through my skin, I knew.
I had felt this pain before.
It was hauntingly familiar... so sharp, so sudden, it dragged me back like a tidal wave to a night almost three years ago.
The night I was shot.
The night everything changed.
"Kenzie!" My mother's voice cracked through the chaos, raw and terrified.
I turned, or tried to—my limbs felt foreign, heavy, slow. Her eyes were wide, her hands trembling, her scream laced with the kind of fear only a mother knows.
I looked down.
Blood bloomed across my white shirt like ink spilled in water. It was spreading fast, warm and terrifying and unreal.
I pressed my hand against it, but I couldn't feel anything.
Not pain.
Not pressure.
Just... nothing.
The world around me began to tilt, spin, blur. Faces became shapes, voices became static. My knees buckled before I even realized they were giving out. I couldn't hold myself up anymore.
I was falling.
And somewhere deep inside, in the part of me that was still conscious and afraid, I realized... I'm dying.
Maybe I was born to die!
But before I could hit the ground, someone caught me.
Strong arms. Steady. Familiar. "Hold on, Kinz. I've got you," Scott said, his voice shaking in a way I'd never heard before.
"Call the fucking ambulance, Finn! Now!" he yelled, his voice breaking as he clutched me tighter.
That's when I saw it.
A single tear sliding down my brother's cheek.
Maverick Salvatore Zade... the man who didn't cry at our father's funeral a week ago. Who stood tall and silent when we saw Papa's body, burned and unrecognizable.
Who had promised to protect us no matter what.
But now?
He was crying.
Because he thought he was about to lose me too.
"S-Scott..." I whispered, my voice thin and broken, barely escaping my lips.
He looked down at me, patting my cheeks, desperate to keep my eyes open. "Don't you dare close your eyes, Kenzie. Stay with me. You hear me?"
I tried to smile, but even that fucking hurt.
"If I... don't make it," I said weakly, "don't forget what we lost. Don't forget Papa. Don't stop fighting... for him."
"No," he snapped, his voice rough with panic and grief.
"You're not going anywhere. Nothing is happening to you, do you hear me? I fucking won't let it!"
