Saved || A Jungkook fanfic

30.

The knock on the door sounded again.

"You'd think a group of grown men would have more sense than this," I muttered in exasperation, wriggling free from Jungkook's grasp and striding toward the door before any of them could protest further.

A chorus of objections erupted behind me.

"What the hell are you doing, you idiot? That could be a burglar!" Jimin hissed, his voice growing fainter as I moved swiftly down the hall and into the grand foyer.

I rolled my eyes, dismissing their paranoia. What if it was something important for Yoongi? Some kind of business matter?

"You live in a house this massive, and you don't even have a damn Ring camera?" I grumbled under my breath, reaching for the golden doorknob.

The sound of hurried footsteps thundered behind me, growing louder with each passing second. I knew they were coming to stop me, but I was quicker. Wrapping my fingers around the cool metal, I twisted the knob and pulled the door open just wide enough to fit my body in the threshold.

My breath caught.

The man standing before me was striking—almost unnervingly so. Dressed in a sleek black suit, his frame was tall and refined, exuding effortless confidence. His silver hair was swept back neatly, revealing sharp features that could have been carved from stone.

His gaze locked onto mine, and though it flickered with a glimmer of surprise, it was gone in an instant, replaced by something slower... heavier. As his eyes dragged down my body, a smirk curled on his lips, growing more self-assured with every inch he took in. A cold shiver trickled down my spine, but I was rooted in place, frozen under the weight of his stare.

It was as if I had just opened the door to a beautifully dressed predator.

This man looks like he stepped straight out of a gothic fairytale... or a nightmare.

The air between us shifted, thick with something unspoken. My grip on the doorknob tightened, my knuckles paling as an odd sense of unease slithered through my veins.

And then he spoke.

"Wow," he murmured, voice rich and smooth, like velvet laced with something dangerous. "You're the prettiest thing I've seen in a long time. I didn't know Yoongi had friends like you, darling."

His words carried a weight, a strange pull, as if he was attempting to weave a spell around me, lure me closer. My lips parted, but no sound came out. My body refused to obey the frantic commands my mind was screaming—to move, to step back, to run.

He leaned in slightly, closing the space between us. The scent of his cologne filled the air—dark, musky, with an edge of something sharp and clean, like mint.

Like Jungkook.

The realization snapped me out of my trance, but before I could react, the door was wrenched open, the force of it ripping the knob from my grasp. I stumbled forward, straight into the stranger's arms.

"Careful, sweetheart," he murmured, catching me with ease. His grip was gentle, but his presence was suffocating, his dark eyes locked onto mine with unwavering intensity.

"Kai," Jungkook's voice was like a blade slicing through the air, cold and laced with venom.

The stranger—Kai—shifted his gaze lazily toward the doorway. The smirk on his lips widened into something almost mocking.

"Ah, little brother," he drawled, amusement flickering in his expression. "Fancy meeting you here."

I barely had time to process the revelation before I was abruptly yanked away from Kai's grasp, Jungkook's arms encircling me protectively.

Brother?

The weight of the word settled over me like a heavy fog. The air between them was thick, charged with something unspoken and deeply rooted. Their eyes burned into each other, a silent battle playing out in the narrow space between their bodies.

Kai's gaze flickered to where Jungkook held me close, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. His expression remained carefully composed, but the subtle twitch of his brow gave away his displeasure.

"So this is why you've been skipping all those important meetings," Kai mused, one brow arching in curiosity. His tone was teasing, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it.

Jungkook's grip on me tightened. "There's a reason I don't tell you anything," he bit out, his voice hoarse with barely restrained anger.

Kai tilted his head, studying his younger brother with something unreadable in his gaze. And then, as if reaching a conclusion, his lips parted with another sly remark.

"I don't blame you," he admitted, his eyes flickering back to me. The way he looked at me made my stomach twist uncomfortably. "She's definitely... something to look at."

Heat rushed to my face, embarrassment and discomfort mixing into something unbearable. His voice dripped with something sickly sweet, words slow and deliberate, like he wanted them to linger.

Jungkook's entire body tensed against mine.

"Yeah, she is," he ground out, his voice sharp as ice. "But not for you to look at."

Kai let out a low chuckle, seemingly unfazed. "That's going to be a bit difficult for me, Brother," he taunted, his smirk widening.

Jungkook's brows furrowed, not entertained in the slightest. "Why are you here?"

"I didn't invite him," Yoongi's voice cut through the tension, and all of us turned toward the hallway. He strolled in with a small black kitten cradled in his hands, his expression unreadable. As he reached the center of the room, he crouched, setting the kitten down. It immediately darted into the shadows, disappearing into the depths of the house.

"Actually," Yoongi continued, straightening up, "I'm pretty sure I told you not to come over at all."

For a brief, absurd moment, I felt like I had been transported into another realm—one where dark princes, vengeful brothers, and shape-shifting cats existed. Like one of them would pull out a wand at any moment and start a duel.

Kai didn't deny it. Instead, he smiled with unnaturally straight, white teeth—slow, calculated, entirely too pleased with himself.

"You did tell me that," he acknowledged, eyes glinting as he turned to face Yoongi. "But I was sent to check on Jungkook. And when he wasn't home, I figured the only other place he'd be was here." He let the words settle before adding, "So I thought I'd stop by... and I'm glad I did. I could use a drink."

Yoongi inhaled sharply, the muscle in his jaw twitching as frustration rippled through him. Without another word, he brushed past Jungkook and me, nudging us aside, and he stepped back to allow Kai inside.

Kai moved past me deliberately, his arm grazing mine. I stiffened, pressing myself further into Jungkook's chest.

And just before he disappeared into the house, he turned slightly, his smirk returning as he met my gaze one last time.

Something in his expression told me that this was far from over.

None of us spoke as we watched Kai and Yoongi disappear down the hall toward the lounge. The weight in my stomach grew heavier, an uneasy feeling settling in my chest.

I didn't know why, but I had a feeling my world was about to be turned upside down.

Again.

Author Note: (2025)

If you've read my story before and remember it, I used Kang Daniel as a reference to being Jungkook's brother. Feel free to still picture him, but I've decided to change the name to Kai.