I pull up the car into the massive garage. The roaring of the engine calms down as the car comes to a stop. The Jeon estate looks abandoned. I step out of the car, locking the door behind me.

Why is there no guard? Did Jungkook give all of them a holiday? He didn't tell me? I open the door of the main entrance, my eyes fall on the dark living room's couch right in front of the door.

I turn on the lights as I step in and lock the door behind me. But at that very intense moment, I am pushed against the door, my face pressed against the hard wood, my arm twisted and pressed on my back.

"Ah," a sudden gasp of fear and pain escapes my mouth, my eyes shut tightly as my breath becomes heavy, the adrenaline rush causing my heartbeat to quicken.

"Who are you?" I manage to spit the question out of my throat. "We need to talk," that was the answer. The voice sounded like a man, a man so familiar, heavy, husky, and deep.

"About what?" I questioned, my voice and lips trembling with fear. His face leaned in at the crook of my neck from behind, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

He whispered, his voice deadly low, "About your husband...." He took a pause, and continued, "....and his little ex-girlfriend."

My eyes widened in confusion. I could not bring myself to ask another question. The cold metallic knife pressed on my spinal cord, making a shiver run down my spine.

"What about them?" I managed to whisper out. He chuckled evilly.

"About who murdered and raped his little girlfriend," he whispered, his tone teasing.

Rape? It's something Jungkook didn't tell me about. Maybe it must have slipped his mind, or he didn't want to tell me? He never wanted to talk about this, about his girlfriend.

"What?" I questioned again. He pressed my face more on the wooden door.

"He himself murdered his girlfriend," he whispered, his voice dangerous, "and raped her."

"No, he didn't," that was a quick answer that slipped out of my mouth as quickly as he completed his comment about my husband.

He pushed me harder against the door, causing me to yelp in pain. "You believe him too much," he commented.

"Let go of me," I protested.

"Feisty," he chuckled. "You're too brave for your own good."

"Have you ever wondered where he disappears in the middle of the night?" He asked, his finger trailing down my neck to my shoulder, then to my arms, causing goosebumps.

"He...he goes to work," I replied, just to end up hearing him chuckle at me. "Dumb," he murmured.

"He's a mafia....," he rasped, the tip of the knife trailing down my neck. "....most cruel one I've ever known."

"Let go of me," I yelled, but he pressed the knife into my shoulder, causing me to groan in pain. I'm trapped, completely by an unknown guy who happened to break into my house and had me pressed up against the door with a knife digging into my shoulder.

"Watch your tone," he ordered, leaving no room for argument.

"What do you want from me?" I murmured, finally unable to hold back my tears. They slipped out of the corners of my eyes, rolling down to my jawline.

His fingers traced the tears on my chin, wiping them away. "Don't cry, Princess," he grabbed my chin, making me face him. I was no longer with my face pressed against the door, but now my back was pressed against it, blood oozing from the back of my shoulder, causing pain. He was wearing a face mask that covered a wide portion of his face, with only his eyes left uncovered.

"Who are you?" I asked as a soft sob escaped my lips. His eyes gazed down at my trembling lower lip, his gaze full of lust.

"Y/n," he whispered, "You're so beautiful."

His fingers traced the curves of my lips, and I yanked away from him. He chuckled, grabbed my wrist, and pinned it to the wall. I tried to protest, but I was powerless in front of him, his huge body completely towering over me.

"Let go of me," I shouted once more, but he covered my mouth with his palm. "Think about what I said, your husband isn't someone as normal and sweet as you think," he breathed out, his words cutting through the air like a knife.

He stepped back, holding out his gun towards me. "Turn back," he commanded, his finger playing with the trigger. If I didn't follow his order, he was going to shoot me.

I quickly turned around, my face once again facing the door. I was scared. I didn't know what was going to happen next. All I heard was some footsteps walking away. I didn't dare to look back. "Don't turn around or I'll shoot," he threatened.

I didn't dare to turn. The footsteps suddenly stopped with a click sound of the window opening. I quickly turned to see the guy running away from the window.

I quickly fell to my knees, holding my shoulder. It hurt. The floor was soaked with my blood, and my perfect purple dress was now dark red because of the blood.

I can't stop my tears from falling. I stand up from the floor to grab the telephone to call the police, but before I could dial the number, I heard the sound of the door opening.

Is that the intruder again? My gaze shifted to the door, my heartbeat quickened, but all I saw was Jungkook. He's standing, looking down at the blood on the floor near the door.

Jungkook's Perspective -

I opened the door of the mansion. As I stepped in, my eyes automatically went to the floor. Blood. Whose blood is this? I heard a dull sound of something falling. I lifted my gaze up to see Y/n had fallen on the couch, her eyes closed, and her clothes soaked in blood.

I rushed towards her, panic rushing over my body. I grasped her wrist in my hold, checking her pulse. It's slow, but her body isn't responding. "Hey, Y/n," I patted her cheeks softly. She looked a bit dizzy, but her eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times, holding her head. A wave of relief washed through my veins.

I pulled her into my embrace, "Honey," I breathed out. I quickly stood up to rush and get a first aid box, rummaging through the drawers and cabinets to find it.

I ran back to her once I found the box and started treating her injury with tenderness and full care. After I was done bandaging her wound, I helped her stand up, "We're going to the hospital," I said as I scooped her up in my arms.

I settled her down in the backseat, closed the door, then took my seat in the driver's seat and started the car. The engine came to life and the car started moving.

I stopped the car in front of the hospital building and walked to her side to help her out of the car. I scooped her up once again in my arms and held her close to my chest.

"Doctor," I called for help. In no time, the doctors and nurses started rushing around, arranging things. I was pushed out of the emergency ward, the door closing shut in my face. Every second felt like an eternity, but I couldn't lose hope.

She'll be fine, after all she's the wife of Jeon Jungkook.

She can make it through.

She is Jeon Y/n.

After what felt like eternity, the gates finally opened, relieving doctors with a look of relief on their faces. I couldn't help but approach the doctor with a worried feeling in my chest. "How is she?" I managed to speak.

"She's stable and completely fine," the doctor replied, his voice calm and firm.

I breathed out, "Can I see her?"

"Sure," the doctor agreed, "But don't rush, her condition is still fragile."

"Yes," I stepped inside the ward, pushing the doors aside as my eyes fell on her, my Y/n, lying between machines, looking like a fragile doll that needs to be protected forever by me.

I sat beside her bed on a stool, looking over her unconscious figure on the bed. I softly took her hand in mine, my fingers intertwining with her small one.

The person who did this to her is not going to stay alive. I'll make him suffer until his last breath. "Jungkook....." She muttered, her eyes opening slowly.

"Y/n," I whispered, slowly kissing her hand, "Who did this?"

"I don't know," she whispered, her voice weak. My hand slowly stroked her hair with tenderness, "It's okay, I informed the police," I whispered.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, her knuckles still close to my lips, "I should've been there for you,"

"It's... completely fine," she stammered in her weak voice, "it's not your fault,"

"But--," I was cut off when she pressed her index finger on my lips, shutting me up, "Shh, drop this matter,"

"Fine," I muttered, my fingers caressing her cheeks, "So how's my honey feeling?"

"Shoulder," she pouted, "It hurts,"

I chuckled at her action, "You're a baby,"

Author's Note:

Hehe, finally. Tomorrow is my last exam and I'll be consistent again with my posting schedule, you guys are gonna get a lot of new books and chapters.

Well for the next part, I want 105k reads and 2.95k likes on the whole book.

To be continued

- kookie ~