Saved || A Jungkook fanfic

43.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Jungkook's mother's voice sliced through the air behind me as I took off after him, but she made no move to stop me. She didn't need to.

Because I never made it far.

I barely rounded the corner leading back into the banquet room when a crushing force slammed into me, sending me sprawling onto the cold marble floor. A sharp pain burst through my palms as they slapped against the polished surface, but that was the least of my concerns.

The blood drained from my face.

Jungkook and Jia stood ahead, their arms yanked behind their backs, their bodies restrained by two towering men dressed in black. The brutes' gloved hands muffled their muffled cries, their expressions filled with rage and fear.

Jungkook's eyes locked onto mine, wide and furious, his struggles intensifying. I tried to scramble up, but before I could react, rough hands gripped my waist and hauled me up with terrifying ease.

A strangled cry tore from my throat, cut short as a gloved palm smothered my mouth. I thrashed wildly, nails clawing at my captor's arm, but his grip only tightened, his fingers digging into my cheeks. The metallic taste of fear coated my tongue as my muffled screams went unheard beneath the banquet's music.

"Feisty, I like that," a husky voice murmured near my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

I stilled.

There was something disturbingly calm about the way he spoke, like he was enjoying this—enjoying my struggle, my terror.

"Keep fighting, baby," he continued, voice laced with amusement. "See what happens."

A sickening dread slithered through my veins. These men weren't just hired muscle. They were something much worse.

Jungkook let out a feral growl, his muscles straining as he fought against the man holding him back. Another brute stepped in, shoving him roughly against the wall.

"Jungkook, stop," I tried to plead, but my voice was nothing more than a muffled whimper against the gloved hand. He saw the desperation in my eyes and slowly, reluctantly, his struggles ceased. His chest heaved, his entire body trembling with frustration and helplessness.

A sway of movement from the corner of my eye—Jia. She was barely standing, her body slack against her captor's hold, too stunned to fight back.

"You really thought I wouldn't be prepared?"

That voice.

Smooth. Confident. Devoid of remorse.

Jungkook's mother stepped into view, her expression untouched by the chaos unfolding before her. It was as if she had foreseen it all, like a puppeteer watching her marionettes dance to the strings she had pulled.

Jungkook's glare was scorching, his breaths ragged as he took in the scene before him. His mother merely tilted her head, observing him with a detached curiosity, a small smirk curling at the edge of her lips.

She had let him run.

She had wanted him to run.

Because she knew exactly what would be waiting for him at the end of the hall.

She clicked her tongue softly, stepping closer, hands clasped behind her back in an almost casual display of authority. "Did you really think I would allow you to destroy everything this family has built? Everything I have sacrificed?"

Her eyes flickered to me, filled with nothing but disdain. "Not for someone like her."

Jungkook's entire body vibrated with fury, jerking his head side to side until the brute released his mouth to let him speak. "You planned this," he spat breathlessly.

"Of course I did," she admitted smoothly, turning back to him. "You were meant to lead this family. You will lead this family, Jungkook, whether you like it or not."

Jungkook's father stood behind her, his expression unreadable, distant. The years of submission had dulled him into an empty shell of a man.

But Kai—Kai looked different.

His silvery hair hung over his forehead in unruly strands, as if he'd been nervously running his fingers through it, jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might crack. He chewed at his lip anxiously, his gaze darting between Jungkook, Jia, and me.

"I'm sorry, my sweet Jia," their mother continued, her tone softening slightly as she regarded her daughter. A flicker of something real—perhaps guilt, perhaps regret—flashed in her eyes for only a moment before vanishing.

She turned back to her men. "Take them away until tonight is over."

Jungkook lurched forward, but his captors held him still.

"And you," she said, flicking her wrist as if shooing away a pest. "You will be out of his life forever."

I didn't know how much time had passed.

The moment Jungkook's mother disappeared, they blindfolded us. We weren't taken far—no cars, no stairwells, just a few turns before we were shoved into a room and left to rot.

Jungkook slammed his shoulder into the metal door with all his strength, his breath ragged from the effort. The door didn't budge.

His mother had planned for this too.

He braced his hands against the wall, panting heavily, his entire body taut with frustration.

"Jungkook, stop," I murmured. "You're only hurting yourself."

The small room was nothing but concrete walls, an old wooden crate, and a single, narrow window too high up to reach. Jia sat across from me on an overturned plastic bin, her arms wrapped around herself.

Jungkook let out a guttural roar, his fists pounding the metal until his knuckles turned raw. His shoulders trembled. Then, slowly, he collapsed onto his knees, his back to us, his head hanging low.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "Jungkook," I whispered, kneeling in front of him.

He didn't look up. His voice, when it finally came, was thick with unshed tears. "I trusted her," he rasped. "I actually thought... maybe, just maybe, she had finally come to her senses. That she'd be happy for me. For us." A hollow, bitter laugh escaped him. "But she doesn't care about happiness. She only cares about power."

I reached for his hand, threading my fingers through his. "We're not giving up," I said firmly. "We're going to get out of here. She doesn't get to win."

Jia knelt beside him, placing a hand on his cheek. "Brother," she murmured, smiling through tears. "When we escape, I want you to leave. Get the hell out of this city. Cut her off. Live for yourself for once."

Jungkook exhaled shakily, pressing his forehead against hers.

I stepped back, glancing at the locked door. 

No use, but it can't hurt to try.

Hiking up my dress, I took a deep breath and sprinted.

"Ailene, what are you—"

A sharp battle cry ripped from my throat as I rammed into the door with all my strength.

Instead of colliding with solid metal, I tumbled forward—right into the dimly lit hall.

I gasped, scrambling onto my knees. "Oh my God! I'm stronger than I thought!" I held up my hands, staring at them in shock and wondering why the hell that didn't hurt my shoulder.

"Umm... not quite."

A voice above me.

I looked up.

The door was wide open.

A hand gripped the handle.

A familiar face stared down at me, amusement flickering in his dark eyes.

Kai.

Author Note: (2025)

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