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A loud knock jolts me from sleep. I sit up, disoriented, as Jungkook springs out of bed. In an instant, he's at the door, gun in hand, his expression a steely mask of focus.

"It's me, Seokjin," a deep voice calls from the other side. "We have to move. Now."

Jungkook opens the door, revealing Seokjin, his tall, broad-shouldered driver, whose gaze flickers to me before returning to Jungkook.

"Kyung-min's men are closing in. Ten minutes, tops," Seokjin warns, his voice steady but urgent.Jungkook nods, already pulling on his clothes. "Y/N, get dressed. Fast."

I scramble out of bed, hastily searching for my clothes. "What's going on?"

"No time to explain." Jungkook's voice is clipped as he pulls on his shirt. "Seokjin will fill us in on the way."

Seokjin. He's technically Jungkook's right-hand man, but I sense he's much more than that—a guardian, an ally in this underworld I've barely begun to understand.I dress as quickly as I can, hands shaking. Jungkook is ready before me, grabbing my hand as I hurriedly stuff my wedding dress into a store bag, the satin folding hastily beneath my grip.

"Ready?" His gaze meets mine, fierce and steady.

I nod, my throat tight with anxiety, and take his hand, letting him lead me out.

Seokjin guides us down a hidden corridor, through a narrow stairwell, and out into an alley behind the hotel. A sleek black SUV waits, engine running. Seokjin opens the back door, and Jungkook gently urges me inside before sliding in after me. Without a word, Seokjin takes the wheel, merging into the late-night traffic.

"What's happened?" Jungkook's tone is deadly calm as Seokjin maneuvers through Seoul's dimly lit streets.

"One of Kyung-min's men was spotted at the airport an hour ago," Seokjin replies. "They must have traced the jet. Our team is scrambling it now, but we need to keep moving."

Fear courses through me as I grip Jungkook's hand tightly. "He found us already?"

Jungkook's fingers tighten around mine, steadying me. "It's all right. We're ready for this.""But... you said getting married would keep me safe."

Jungkook nods, his gaze unwavering. "It will. But we need to announce it officially back in Seoul, where I hold influence. Kyung-min's attempting a final strike before everyone knows you're under my protection."

"Oh." My voice sounds small, but I can't hide the disappointment and fear. I had thought we were on a tight schedule only for show, not realizing it was because we were still vulnerable until we returned to familiar ground.

"The jet's ready," Seokjin says, glancing back. "Wheels up in twenty."

The rest of the ride is tense. My eyes dart to the back window, watching for any sign of pursuit. Jungkook notices my anxious glances and wraps an arm around me, pulling me close.

"Stay with me," he murmurs, voice low. "No one's going to touch you. Not while I'm here."

At the private hangar, Seokjin drives directly onto the tarmac, pulling up next to the sleek jet. As we get out, ground crew members grab our bags, hurrying us up the steps. Inside, Jungkook guides me to a plush leather seat and fastens my seatbelt. "Hold on tight," he says, brushing my cheek softly. "Takeoff might be a bit rough."

The engines rumble to life, and we're rolling before I have a chance to catch my breath. As we rise into the sky, I grip the armrests tightly, my heart pounding. Jungkook places his hand over mine, grounding me with a calm presence.

"We're safe now," he says softly, eyes meeting mine, a promise in his gaze.

As we settle into cruising altitude, I start to breathe easier. Jungkook unbuckles and crosses over to sit across from Seokjin, who's pulled out a laptop, the faint glow lighting up their focused expressions. "What's our status?" Jungkook's voice is low, taut with an edge of impatience.

Seokjin, his gaze unwavering, types briskly on his laptop. "Our people lost Kyung-min's man at the airport. He must've sensed we were onto him. No sign of immediate pursuit, but I've got eyes on every possible route."

"Good," Jungkook replies, his intense gaze shifting to me. "I'm sorry about this, Y/N. I had hoped we'd have more time to settle things."

I swallow, feeling the weight of his apology. "Where are we going?" The question feels hollow because I already know the answer.

"Seoul, as planned," he replies gently, though his expression remains stoic.

Part of me wants to argue, to tell him I'm not ready to face my new reality, let alone return to the place that ties everything together—the city where I'll confront both my past and my uncertain future. But the exhaustion of the last twenty-four hours presses down on me, and a yawn escapes before I can stifle it.

Jungkook's features soften, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. "Get some rest," he says, voice low and almost tender. "We've got a long journey ahead."

I nod, settling back into my seat and letting the recline cradle me. Jungkook and Seokjin continue their quiet conversation, murmuring strategies and mapping out every possible outcome, their voices steady and calm. It feels oddly comforting—a reminder that while I barely understand the dark world Jungkook lives in, he's got a plan for every turn, a contingency for each risk.As my eyelids grow heavy, my last thought is that my life has shifted so drastically in such a short time. Nothing familiar remains, yet the presence of these two men, so composed and unfazed, makes me feel just a little safer.