Beneath the Ashes || Leehan ff ||

Beneath the Ashes || Leehan ff ||

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Leehan was used to being invisible-until the day fists flew, voices roared, and strangers bled for him. Y/N's chaotic kindness and Jaehyun's fierce loyalty cracked walls he'd built around himself. But the real fight was just beginning. The outbreak didn't come with warnings, only screams. One day, the world was ordinary. The next, it was ash and blood. Secrets buried deep-tied to Leehan's father, a failed cure, and the friends he never thought he'd need-began to surface. Because when the world burns, what matters isn't what's lost... It's what's left beneath the ashes.
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Jungkook stared at me-his eyes dark, wild. Not the boy I knew. Not even close. He was trembling. Breathing hard. And in that moment, I saw it: the real danger-the kind from violence, from breaking completely. Then... a shaky breath escaped him. His gaze flickered to my face-to my tears-and just like that... he gave in to the anger. In one move his hand was at my throat, dragging me up to my feet and pushing me towards the door. "I TOLD...YOU...TO....LEAVE!" and with one hand he opened the door, the other, still clenched to my neck, pushed me outside, throwing me on the cold floor. I hit the floor hard, gasping as the air left my lungs. My hands flew to my throat-still tingling from where he'd gripped me-but more than that... it was him. The look in his eyes. That coldness. The rage. It wasn't just pain-it was hate. And for a second... I believed he hated me.

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