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"Are you serious? Have you lost your mind?" Soojin asked, her shock palpable as Emily cut the call. "People will point fingers at us if something terrible happens to her," she added, her voice filled with concern.

"Relax, we'll just say she regained her memories and attempted suicide again." Emily shrugged, her demeanor oddly calm as she applied her lipstick looking in the mirror.

"You really think anyone will buy such a flimsy excuse?"

"Don't fret, Soojin. I trust him. He'll manage everything smoothly, and no one will suspect a thing. Just trust me," Emily assured her while Soojin nodded in agreement.

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You headed toward the parking lot, clutching your car keys tightly. The aftermath of the altercation with Soojin and her gang left your mind in disarray. The longing for your old home tugged at your heartstrings until you finally resolved to visit it. Dialing your parents, or more accurately Jin Ae's parents, you explained your intention to return home alone. Concerned, they hesitated, but you fabricated a story about staying at a friend's house to ease their worries.

Eventually, they relented, reassured by your apparent adjustment after the amnesia. They even instructed their driver to hand you over the car keys, as you made them believe by your falsehood that your friend will be driving. With a weight lifted, you made your way to the parking lot, only to pause abruptly. As you sensed you were being followed. Surveying the surroundings, you spotted some sturdy figures heading towards their cars, easing your tension as you slipped into your own vehicle and secured the doors.

.You started your car to head towards your old apartment, driving peacefully. However, you noticed that two black cars were right behind you. You began to feel uneasy because they had been behind you for almost 20 minutes. At first, you shrugged it off, thinking maybe they were going in the same direction as you and perhaps you were just imagining things. You veered your car slightly while driving to let them pass, but they didn't pass. Instead, they continued following you. So, you sped up your car a little, feeling increasingly uneasy, but to your horror, those cars sped up too.

Soon, it dawned on you that those cars weren't following you by chance; they were purposefully tailing you.

But why? Did they intend to harm you? Fear gripped your heart as the question loomed large in your mind. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you pressed harder on the accelerator, desperate to escape their gaze.

Suddenly, a violent jolt rocked your car, sending you lurching towards the steering wheel as one of the black cars collided with your side. "Hey! What's your problem?" you shouted. 

But before you could gather your wits, the other car rammed into you again. Now, trapped between the two menacing vehicles, your panic escalated. With a surge of determination, you pushed your car to its limits, accelerating even more in a frantic bid to break free from their grasp.

You navigated through different streets in a desperate attempt to shake off your pursuers, but their relentless pursuit persisted. Driving with increasing speed, you spotted another street and without hesitation, veered your car onto it and you thought maybe you escaped from them because you didn't see them coming. However, your relief was short-lived as your car abruptly slowed down and came to a halt, prompting a furrowed brow of confusion.

Your gaze fell upon the fuel gauge, ''What the heck?'' a surge of frustration nearly escaped your lips as you realized the tank had run dry.

''Oh no no no no... please get start, please'' You desperately tried to start the car again but it was of no use. Fear tightened its grip on your heart as the distant sound of the two pursuing cars grew louder. Well yeah, you knew kendo but those were two cars who were following you and you have no idea how many men could be in those cars so you definitely don't wanna act foolishly.

Panic surged within you, urging swift action. Without a moment's hesitation, you leaped out of the immobilized car, scanning your surroundings for any semblance of refuge.

Your eyes landed on a club roughly 40 meters away, which stood as a beacon of potential safety amidst the looming threat. With adrenaline propelling your every move, you sprinted towards the club. You somehow managed to gain entry into the club by blending in with the group of people also entering. As you entered, you began searching for a safe place to hide.

Meanwhile, those two black cars stopped near your car, and eight bulky men emerged from them. "Where is she?" one man asked as he checked your car and found it empty.

"She isn't here; her car's fuel ran out. She must be somewhere nearby. Let's go and check the club, as I don't think she can go anywhere other than there in such a short time," another concluded. With that, they all started heading towards the club.

Meanwhile, inside the club, you found yourself standing before an empty room that resembled a neglected storage area. As you reached for the door and prepared to enter when someone's hand banged on the side wall making you flinch and your eyes widened. Your breath became uneven as you feared being caught. Slowly turning around, you got surprised to see Jeon Jungkook.?

"Mr. Jeon... '' you frowned a little ''jeez, you scared me," you gasped, putting your hand on your chest.

"Why is he here again? Oh God, why must I cross paths with him repeatedly? Were those men not trouble enough that now I have to face him too?" you pondered silently.

Suddenly your eyes fell on the entrance of the club. The adrenaline coursed through your veins as you spotted the same goons from the black car who had been tailing you at the club.

''oh no they are here too'' your eyes widened as you spotted them turning in your direction.

 Before their eyes could land on you, you grabbed Jungkook's shirt and pulled him into the room, swiftly shutting the door behind you. Pressing Jungkook against the door, you covered his mouth with your hand to stifle any potential noise, while Jungkook stood stunned by your sudden actions.

But before he could protest, a thunderous knock echoed through the room. "Hey, is there someone in this room? Open the door if there is someone, or I'm gonna break this damn door!" The man outside hammered on the door relentlessly, as if trying to shatter it.

Jungkook attempted to break free from your grasp, but you held him firmly, your body pressing against his to restrain his movements. Amidst the chaos, you failed to notice how close you both were, his breath tickling your neck was giving you goosebumps, and your head nestled near his chest, where you could hear his thrummed heartbeat.

"Please don't move Jungkook, please don't move," you prayed in your mind as the banging on the door continued, growing louder. you closed your eyes tightly as the banging grew louder.

"It's okay... it's okay... it's okay," you whispered softly, attempting to reassure him, or rather i would yourself.

But Jungkook flinched at your words. His eyes widened, his face draining of color as if confronted by a ghost.

Suddenly, an image of his past appeared in his mind: a moment where the young Jungkook lay almost lifeless on the floor, but a little girl appeared like an angel. She embraced his body in her arms, hugged him tightly, and murmured the same words in his ears, saving him from almost dying that day.

Remembering the memory, Jungkook's face hardened in anger. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, as if he could kill you any second.

"Hey, what are you doing there? Did you find her?" a man's voice came from outside the door.

"No, I didn't. Well, this door isn't opening, and there's a possibility that she could be in this room," the man responded.

"There's nothing in that room. I asked the club's staff by showing her photo, and they didn't see that girl coming in this direction. We're wasting our time here. We should go somewhere else to check," the first man said again.

"Okay then, let's go," the second man took a last glance at the door before leaving.

"Thank God," you breathed a sigh of relief as you heard the footsteps fading away. You looked up as all this time you were shutting your eyes. So when you opened them your eyes met with Jungkook's, who was still looking at you with his dark gaze. That's when you realized your positions: your hand was still covering his mouth, and you were still pressing your body weight against him. A sudden embarrassment fell over you as you quickly moved away from him.

"Um... I...I'm so..sorry, Mr. Jeon," you internally cursed yourself for stuttering in front of him. "Actually, some bad guys were after me, so I had to do this," you said, putting your hands in a surrendering position. "I had no intentions of AAAAAHHHH...—" Your words were cut off by a loud shriek as Jungkook changed positions and pinned you to the door harshly by grabbing your throat.

Your eyes widened at his roughness, unable to comprehend his sudden aggression. You shivered, feeling a chill run down your spine as you stared into his angry, dark orbs filled with an inexplicable hatred. But why? Why would he react with such intensity? Then, a metallic, acrid scent reached your nose, unmistakably the smell of blood. As a nurse, you recognized it instantly.

Another shriek escaped your lips as you finally took in his condition. In the dimly lit room, hidden by your pressing against the door, you hadn't fully registered his state before. But now, as he moved away from the door, his condition became apparent.

Your gaze fell upon his shirt, and you gasped in shock at the sight.

''His shirt, which was completely soaked in blood.''

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