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You stared into the muzzle of the gun, feeling oddly detached. The room seemed to narrow, your vision zeroing in on the hand holding the weapon. You noted the tattoos, a skeleton hand and a swirling snake just above the wrist.

Funny, I could swear I'd seen those before.

You eyes moved up the arm, its muscles taut, ready. Yoongi's voice crackled in your earpiece, but the words didn't register. Then the gunman's face came into view. You blinked in disbelief.

"Jungkook?" You whispered, your voice barely audible.

There was a drawn-out pause. He didn't answer. The butt of the gun swung towards your head. Darkness swallowed you.

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You came to, your head pounding. The pain throbbed intensely at your temple. Your tried to open your eyes, but the sting of blood forced them shut again. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you couldn't tell how long you'd been out.

Voices pierced the haze. Namjoon's, concerned, discussing betrayal. Jin's, tense, asking about you.

A soft touch lifted your chin. You winced, trying to lift your eyelids, sucking in air at the pain. The gentle touch moved to your brow, wiping away the blood. You managed to open your eyes, and there he was, staring at you coldly.

Jungkook.

"What are you doing? Did you just... did you just knock me out?" You stammered.

His eyes were icy, devoid of the warmth you remembered. "Why did you come back?"

You were too shocked to respond.

"You disabled the security protocols so your little rebel friends could get inside. Your job was done. Why return?"

You kept quiet, your mind spinning. Jungkook fiddled with a communication device, the same one he had before. Finally, you managed to ask, "Were you lying to me this entire time?"

He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You didn't think I'd actually fallen for you while playing that stupid game?"

You stared at him, your heart sinking.

"Y/n, did you really think I cared about you? You are terrorists. You killed my parents and hundreds of others. I would never join you."

Your thought back to your past interactions: him saving you in the game, the flirting, his kindness in the mirrors challenge, his devastation at the truth, your kiss, your sweet moments.

Was it all a lie? Was he pretending to get my trust and infiltrate the resistance?

"Was that the plan from the beginning? To pretend to be stuck in the game by accident to gain my trust and gather intel?" You asked, your voice trembling.

"For a smart hacker, you sure catch on slowly," he replied with a sneer.

"Y/n, are you okay? Where are you?" Yoongi's voice broke through the tension, his usual sarcasm absent. You looked around.

"Why am I still in the control room and not in one of those stuffy interrogation boxes?" You asked, hoping your friends could hear you.

"Don't think it's because I like you," Jungkook replied.

You felt ridiculously stupid about falling for his act. How could you believe a man with his history would ever join your cause?

We were never allies. Never friends. We could never have been anything because he never cared about me.

You heard Namjoon's voice, "Are you with that traitor? Are you with Jungkook?"

"Yes. You're right," you replied. You needed to communicate with the guys without tipping Jungkook off that your earpiece was working. "I might be dumb, but I got my brother out."

Jin, catching on quickly, said, "Taehyung got out, but we stayed behind because of you."

You smiled at Jungkook. "My brother is free, and my friends escaped with him."

Jungkook's frown deepened. Namjoon argued, "We're not leaving you behind."

"I'm not the leader of the resistance. I'm just one hacker. You can kill me, but it won't change the outcome. The resistance has enough to bring you down," you said, hoping your friends understood.

Jungkook's face twisted with anger. He lunged forward and slapped you hard across the face. Betrayal and pain in you gave way to hot, bright rage. You spit blood and continued, "By the time you get to our hideout, everyone will be gone."

"I still have you," Jungkook hissed.

"I'm not telling you anything," you smirked.

"Oh, you will."

With a smile full of hatred, you replied, "I'd rather bite my tongue off and choke on my own blood."

There was silence on the line, then Namjoon's voice, "I hear you, y/n. We'll leave and get everyone out."

Yoongi protested, "I'm not leaving her behind."

Jin intercepted. "The lives of everyone at the hideout are at stake. We have to go. Now."

You exhaled in relief. Then, the door flew open, and a blond-haired man burst into the control room. His delicate face seemed out of place in this evil corporation.

But then again, I never thought Jungkook with his sweet doe eyes would be evil too.

Jungkook turned to him. "What is it, Jimin?"

"Sir, did you manage to get anything out of her? Her brother and her friends are nowhere to be found."

"Dammit," Jungkook spat. Together with Jimin, they left the room, leaving you tied up.

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