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26| "Y/N?"

• Jungkook's point of view •

"JUNGKOOOK!! HELP!"

Huh?

Slowy I woke up, not knowing what the hell that was until I realized someone was calling me. I recognized her voice... Y/N? No... it can't be-

"Y/N, are you here?!" I felt stupid, believing I had just heard Y/N calling for me but even though I thought I was just imagining it I wouldn't ignore it until I was sure.

After a few seconds that I had waited there was nothing. She probably hadn't heard me?

That's when I noticed Namjoon looking at me confused and sleepy. I had obviously woken him up.

"Jungkook – what the hell are you doing?," he asked me with his husky, sleepy voice.

I looked at him and said with the most of seriousness that I had, "I think Y/N is calling for me."

I literally saw Namjoon's soul leaving his body so that the soul and he himself could point their fingers at me, laughing their asses off. "What the fucking hell are you talking about?"

I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Either you help me to get outta here or I'll go search for her alone."

He also rolled his eyes, standing up, and heading to the tiny table in the corner of the room. Oh so he is going to use 'this' method.

I had pulled of an one-sided smirk and had taken a few steps back before he clutched two table legs so insensitive that his knuckles turned white. He smashed the little wooden table to the paved ground, causing it to split in thousands of pieces and splitters.

I approached him again and took one of the splitters – a sharp one – and cut a few cuts on top of my forearm.

It hurt like hell... but for Y/N I would do everything. She was the love of my life. That's how I felt, therefore I had to get the fuck out of here!

Blood started flowing and dripping off my arm, hitting the ground. I began to scream and slowly started forming some of my well-known fake tears while Namjoon put on his angry killer-face.

To me it looked more like he was shitting, though.

Internally shrugging, I watched the situation going by.
The security came in,
they put Namjoon some handcuffs on,
brought him to a different room were he was locked away,
forgot to look or close the door again,
I sneaked out.

Clutching my forearm I staggered down the hall.

"Y/N?"

• Your point of view •

"Y/N?"

Did I just... imagine Jungkook calling for me?

I had been crying for a longer now, not knowing if anyone is going to finde me. Well that was bullshit of course but I thought I probably I wouldn't come out of here so fast.

"Jungkook? A-Are you here?," I stuttered with a cracky and shaky voice.

• Jungkook's point of view •

"Yes, I am here! Hold on for a sec," I kind of screamed while whispering. I had found the room were her voice is coming from, trying to open the door with my right hand – my injured one.

I was frustrated when it didn't worked. C'mon Jungkook, you can do it! Gulping I took a few steps back and I ran to the door, my side of my body colliding with it.

I had needed a second try before the door finally opened. My gaze was on Y/N and hers was on my... arm.

"Oh my gosh, Jungkook! Are you o-okay?," she panicked while standing up.

"Hey, Love Cake, it's totally fine. I am okay." She didn't believe me as she touched my arm carefully, however, it still hurt what caused me to wince in pain.

"Ah, Love Cake~ what are you doing?," I whined.

"I am sorry... I didn't what to-" She was suddenly cut off by our lips smashing together.

Our kiss was hot, full of passion and desire; out eyes were closed and our bodies pressed together.
I was hugging her tightly even though her clothes were full of blood because of me. But she didn't care at that moment and still as we separated our lips.

"Aww that's cute~!," a sudden, deep voice appeared,

"Now...

...die."

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