After Jungkook returned from freshening up, I served him the pancakes. He dug into them with gusto, and a look of sheer delight crossed his face.

"How the heck do you know how to make this taste so good?" he asked between mouthfuls, his enthusiasm evident. I couldn't help but smile, feeling a warm glow in my stomach at his praise."I went to baking school and even worked at a bakery, so making pancakes is honestly not that hard," I replied modestly.

He scoffed playfully, shaking his head as he pointed his fork at me. "That's a load of crap. This stuff is elite. You better prepare yourself to cook for me Breakfast every day ."

My heart skipped a beat, and I froze for a moment, unsure if he was serious. But Jungkook just continued eating as if he hadn't said anything unusual. It had to be a joke, right? So, I offered a tight chuckle before stuffing my own mouth with food, trying to hide the fluttering feeling in my chest.  Jungkook had just engaged in a lengthy conversation with me, which was quite surprising considering his usual reserved demeanor. I couldn't help but wonder why he had been intentionally avoiding talking to me since I arrived at this safe house.

I couldn't deny the undeniable tension building between us as we continued our meal. However, I needed to address the pressing issue that had brought us together at this safe house. Clearing my throat, I took a sip of water, aware that my next words might disrupt the relatively relaxed atmosphere we had managed to create.

"Do you know why you're here with me? Why do Yoongi want me... dead?" I asked, taking another bite of food to fill the awkward silence that followed. I watched as Jungkook's eyes met mine, and then he shook his head in response. It was a concise answer that left me with more questions.

"But you're still here anyway?" I inquired, my voice softer this time, as I waited for his response. "It's my job to protect you, no matter what," Jungkook stated matter-of-factly, reaffirming his commitment to his role. His straightforwardness was refreshing, given the complex and dangerous situation we found ourselves in.

Clearing my throat once more, I wet my parched lips as I prepared to share my own story. "Well, since I forced you to overshare earlier, it's only fair that I do the same," I mumbled, setting my knife and fork down on the now-empty plate. Jungkook remained attentive, allowing me to speak at my own pace and share what I was comfortable with.

"I met Yoongi at the gym. He was hot, alluring, and demanded attention. When he first approached me, I brushed him off, but persistence is a strong suit for him," I began, my gaze dropping from Jungkook's as painful memories resurfaced. "He took me on a few dates, to some nice places, and everything seemed good. When he wanted to make us official, I wasn't completely there yet, but I agreed, enjoying the time we were spending together."

My fingers tapped nervously on the wooden table, memories flooding back and squeezing my chest. The weight of my past experiences bore down on me as I mustered the courage to speak about them, fully aware of the danger and complexity of the situation.

"That same night, he took me to some fancy mansion out in Busan," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "Told me it was his friend's birthday, and we should join them to celebrate. I was nervous, but I went anyway. The second we arrived, something felt off, though." My body tensed with each word, but I forged ahead, determined to share my story.

 "There were only men there, no women. Yoongi got me a drink, but I was too on edge to let liquor warm my veins, so when he wasn't looking, I poured it into a plant pot," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck. "Little did I know that was my saving grace." The tension in the room was palpable, and I could sense the weight of the situation settling upon us.

"You were good to follow your instincts," Jungkook's voice was hushed, comforting in its understanding, but I couldn't bring myself to lift my gaze. My hands fidgeted nervously in front of me, the memories still haunting my thoughts.

"The drink was spiked, as were half of the men's drinks at the party. It turns out it was some secret club, and every guy had to bring a man to drug, rape, and sell." My own words tasted bitter as I recounted the horrifying ordeal, the pain of the memory vivid in my mind. "It didn't take long for me to piece it all together, the horror becoming all too real. I acted on instinct, taking a handful of pictures before getting the hell out of there." My chest tightened with every word, anger and self-blame gnawing at me.

 "I ran straight to the local police station, which took me almost two hours on foot, only for them to dismiss me. Yung-sun believes they know what's going on out there and are being paid to do nothing. But all those men, Jungkook, I left all of those men to face the fate I ran from."

Each breath I took felt heavier, my guilt and frustration consuming me. Somehow, I managed to lift my head to meet Jungkook's gaze, only to be met with a storm of emotions in his deep brown eyes. He knew the mistakes I'd made, and I could feel his judgment weighing down on me.

Jungkook's chair scraped back as he rose to his feet, his hand passing over his face before he spoke. "You did what you had to do, Jimin. Saving yourself should always be your priority." His words were strained, his jaw clenched, and he attempted a half-smile that failed to hide the tension. Without another word, he left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the looming dread of the consequences I now faced.

The police had betrayed me, revealing my actions to Yoongi and the secret club. Now, I had to confront the inevitable consequences, and I couldn't decide which fate was worse: death at the hands of a hitman or enduring the same horrifying ordeal as those being used in the same way as all those men.

 Jungkook don't do the same because I trust you!