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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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The deafening boom of gunshots echoes through my home, each one sending a jolt of fear and anguish through me.
The sound of glass shattering pierces my heart, as I imagine the destruction.
Eunwoo is out there, outnumbered by a relentless onslaught of attackers.
My only relief is that the staff is gone, sent away by Jungkook to protect them from possible harm.
My hands tremble as I open the box Jimin gave me, revealing a loaded gun - a violation of our safety rules, but now my only lifeline.
A loud bang shakes the room and the elevator lights flicker as it begins to move.
My heart races with hope - Jungkook must be here to save us.
But then a cold chill seeps into my bones as doubt creeps in - what if it's not him?
I steel myself and stand up straight, gripping the gun tightly as memories of every training session with Jimin flood my mind.
I got this.
I press back against the shuddering wall of the elevator, my breath shallow.
The floor beneath me quakes, a constant reminder that every tick downward is pushing me closer— closer to whatever waits for me below.
My hands, slick with sweat, tighten around the gun. It had been a mere tool before—just a weight in my grip during training, under Jimin's watchful eye.
Now, it feels alien.
Cold.
Unwelcome.
But it's my only chance.
I squeeze my eyes shut, going over the instructions Jimin drilled into me.
Grip.
Stance.
Sight alignment.
The mechanics are etched into my mind. But what terrifies me isn't the act of pulling the trigger. It's what comes after.
The life I might take.
The blood I might spill.
The elevator keeps descending. And with it, so does my hope.
It feels like I'm being lowered into an abyss, an endless void with no rope to pull me back up.
The distant echo of gunfire above grows fainter ,drowned beneath the ragged sound of my own breath and the thunder of my racing heartbeat.
"Y/n, you have to do this," I mutter to myself, my jaw clenched, every muscle in my body wound tight with dread and resolve.
The elevator slows, and I know, just know, that in a few seconds, the doors will slide open to reveal my fate.
