𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

I shut my eyes, feeling him so close to me. I can't help the way my heart picks up, even in a situation like this. I absolutely, and wholeheartedly, am in love with him.

I never thought I would find a love like this in life, but here he is, staying by my side until the very end. I can only imagine what our lives would have been like if we were permitted to live them.

Would we have married? Moved far away? Had children? What would their names have been, and how many? What would they've become? Would we have grandchildren? Great-grandchildren?

A sad picture plays in my mind of our stolen future, and I see the life we could have had flash through my mind. Sweet, cherished moments combined with love and pure happiness surrounding us. It would have been so beautiful to spend the rest of my life with him.

I sigh outwardly while still resting my body against him, hearing his heart beating fast in his chest, too. I hold him closer and wrap my arms around him, afraid of losing him if I don't.

The closeness of our bodies makes me feel something press into my leg. I pull back and look down at the sharp, cold object.

"What is it?" He asks, keeping his eyes only on mine. My eyes move downwards until I see the holster and the gun strapped against his leg.

"Jungkook, you can shoot the chain!" Instant hope brings me out of my depressing and death-filled thoughts. Realization hits him quickly. He takes the gun out of its holster.

There's nervousness in the way he holds it, but he knows he doesn't have time to contemplate his worries.

"Stay still," he aims the gun a few inches away from my ankle and towards the chain. He pulls the trigger while I face the other direction, squinting my eyes shut while preparing for the noise.

A loud gunshot echoes in the room when the chain snaps into, freeing me from this place at last. Before I know it, he's picking me up and jumping over the flames while trying to shield me from the fire.

The flame burns the hair on my arm until it reaches my skin, and I bite down on my bottom lip to keep in the pain. He lands on the other side of the room, and we both wince from the flame that touched parts of our skin. I hold my arm but can't touch the turning red mark, and when I hear his moans of pain, I look up and see the bright red mark on the side of his neck that runs down to some of his exposed shoulder.

We don't have time to acknowledge the wounds, and soon, he's moving again, trying to escape the fire.

When he runs out of the room with me in his arms, five men are standing outside the doorway, waiting for us.

One of them in the back holds his arm in pain, and I see blood running down to his fingers and a wound large enough for a bullet a few inches above. That must've been from the shot I heard earlier.

The one in front steps forward, cracking his neck while trying to act intimidating when approaching us. "You're not leaving with her. She belongs to Ghost—"

"She belongs to no one," Jungkook cuts him off with a dangerous glint in his eyes and a threateningly vicious sound coming from his throat.

"That bastard is burning to ash as we speak. If you don't want to end up caught like him, I suggest you get the hell out of my way. I know places worse than what you've ever dreamed of. I have a particular prison in mind that I believe you know about." He spits coldly, never leaving the man's eyes.