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AUTHOR'S POV
Yn's head throbbed as she stirred awake, the familiar scent of the wooden house wrapping around her like a blanket.
Her vision was blurry, the faint light filtering through the window making her squint.
She blinked several times, trying to make sense of her surroundings.
The soft creak of the wooden floor beneath her confirmed where she was-Ahjumma's house.
Her mind raced. Was it all a dream? She clutched her head, memories flooding back.
Taesan, the cliff, Jungkook-her heart clenched painfully. She recalled the gunshot, Taesan falling, and then the horrific sight of him pulling Jungkook with him.
Her breathing quickened as panic set in. No... if it was a dream, thank God. Thank God Jungkook isn't here. He's safe somewhere.
She let out a shaky breath of relief, convincing herself it wasn't real.
But as she tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through her body, making her wince. Before she could react, two strong arms reached out to steady her.
Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes darted upward-and there he was.
Jungkook.
Sitting right next to her, his face etched with exhaustion and relief, tears glistening in his eyes.
The sight of him unraveled her. The dam she had been holding back broke.
"J-Jungkook..." she whispered, her voice trembling as tears spilled down her cheeks.
He didn't say a word, his gaze soft yet full of pain as he reached out, brushing her hair away from her face.
Yn couldn't hold back anymore. She lunged forward, throwing her arms around him.
Jungkook caught her instantly, pulling her into his embrace as if he'd never let go. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her as if she might disappear again.
Yn sobbed into his chest, her cries shaking her entire body. She clung to him like he was her lifeline, her anchor in a storm she thought would never end.
"I-I thought... I thought I lost you," she choked out between sobs.
Jungkook buried his face in her hair, his own tears falling silently. "Never sweetheart, atleast not in this life," he whispered, his voice cracking.
She pulled back slightly, her hands trembling as they cupped his face. She searched his features, the tired lines, the scruffy beard, the eyes that had seen so much pain-and still, he was here.
