—#[continuation: Jungkook’s pov]:
The air turned to ice in my lungs. Vivian's words didn't just hang in the air; they crawled inside me, a venom freezing my blood.
My eyes shot to Y/n. She was staring at the gun in Vivian’s hand, not with the panic I felt, but with a terrifying, hollow calm. As if she was actually considering it.
This was…madness.
A sick, twisted joke. And the thought of her entertaining it for even a second was a physical agony worse than any beating.
“Stop this!” My voice tore from my throat, raw and shredded. “Y/n! Look at me! You are not going to do that! Do you hear me?!”
Pain was a distant echo. The ache in my ribs, the throb in my head, the fire in my muscles…all of it was irrelevant.
The only thing that existed was her, and the unthinkable choice being forced upon her.
I threw my weight against the guards, a fresh surge of adrenaline born of pure terror giving me strength I shouldn’t have had.
I thrashed, bucked, clawed against their hold. Every cell in my body screamed to break free, to put myself between her and that gun, to be the shield I had always sworn to be.
“Y/N! Are you listening to me?! You are NOT doing anything! LOOK AT ME!”
Vivian’s voice cut through my shouts, cold and final. “No playing smart. You know what happens if you do. You have five seconds. It’s you, or him.”
Her eyes were locked on Y/n. And Y/n’s eyes were locked on the gun.
She wasn’t looking at me. She wasn’t hearing me as if the world had narrowed to that piece of metal in Vivian’s hand.
“Y/N! I’M TALKING TO YOU! I SAID YOU’RE NOT—”
My voice died in my throat.
I watched her hand move.
Slowly, deliberately, her fingers closed around the grip of the gun, and she took it from Vivian’s hand.
The world stopped.
My world stopped in that moment itself.
“No…” The word was a breathless gasp, punched out of me. “I said… you’re not supposed to…”
Finally, her gaze lifted. Her eyes, swimming with tears, found mine across the ruined space between us.
A single, perfect tear broke free and traced a path through the dust on her cheek. Her lips were trembling. Her face was a map of agony.
But it was her eyes that shattered what was left of me. They weren’t just filled with…tears. There was something else as well…they held a universe of pain, a desperate, aching love, a longing so deep that it almost felt like a physical presence. And beneath it all, drowning out everything else, was a raw, primal fear.
Not the fear of the gun in her own hand.
The soul-crushing, world-ending fear of losing…me.
My head shook, a frantic, helpless denial. “Don’t…”
Tears blurred my vision until she was just a shimmering shape holding the thing that could erase her. My breath hitched, trapped in my chest.
If anything happened to her… that was it. That was my end. She wasn’t just my wife. She was the reason my heart kept beating, the only light in a world that had tried so hard to go dark.
If they took her, they wouldn't need to kill me. I’d die right here on this filthy floor, my soul following hers into nothing.
“Don’t do this…” The plea was a broken whisper. “Please… don’t.”
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