[Next Morning]
Jungkook stirred. His lashes fluttered open, and for a brief moment, confusion clouded his gaze. Then he turned his head slightly—and saw her. Y/N, asleep on the edge of his bed, her hand still wrapped around his. She looked peaceful as she sleep soundlessly with Jungkook on her side. A pang of emotion pierced through Jungkook's head. He slowly sat up, wincing a little at the pull in his bandaged arm. As he did, the movement caused a slight creak on the bed. Y/N's eyes opened immediately.
Y/N: (blinking rapidly) You're awake…(she sat up quickly) Are you okay? Do you need water?
Jungkook: (his voice hoarse) Why are you here?
Y/N: (confused, hurt) I stayed because I was worried. You came back unconscious, Jungkook. Your hand was hurt. I thought—
Jungkook: (coldly) I didn't ask for you to stay.
Y/N: (expression falling) Don't do this. You could've died.
Jungkook: (standing slowly, avoiding her eyes) But I didn't. So stop acting like it matters.
Y/N stood up, anger flashing in her eyes.
Y/N: Of course it matters! You think just because you're tough, no one's allowed to care? I don't want to lose you because… because you mean more to me than you'll ever realize, damn it!
Jungkook flinched—just barely—but she saw it.
He turned away, fists clenching.
Jungkook: Don't say that. You don't know what I've done. What I am.
Y/N: I don't care! I see you, Jungkook. Just you.
He turned sharply. In a second, they were face to face.
Jungkook: You don't get to decide that for me.
Y/N: I can decide. You don't know who you are but I know better than anyone else!
He stepped closer. She didn't back down and stepped closet too. A breath. Then another. And suddenly, his hands gripped her arms—tight, almost trembling. Her chest rose and fell, eyes locked on his. The space between them shrank, their breaths mingling. Without thinking, they crashed into each other—desperately, like the storm they'd both been holding back had finally snapped. Lips met in a messy, heated kiss—anger, love, fear all colliding in a single moment.
Jungkook's heart pounded. For a second, it felt like everything had stilled—no ghosts, no war, just her. But then, just as fast, he pulled away.
Jungkook: (voice low, torn) I can't… I can't do this.
He stepped back, eyes dark with conflict.
Jungkook: I need a shower.
Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the bathroom.
[Inside the Bathroom]
The moment the door clicked shut behind him, Jungkook leaned against it, eyes closed. His chest was tight. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers shaking slightly. The echo of her voice, her closeness, the way she looked at him, lingered in his mind. He stripped off the shirt with difficulty, his bandaged arm aching. He stepped under the stream of hot water, letting it pour over him, trying to wash off the tension—but it clung to him stubbornly.
Jungkook: (thinking) Why does....Why does she care like that? Even after everything I've done—
(He pressed both palms against the tile wall, his head bowed beneath the steady stream. The image of her—eyes fiery, lips, standing her ground like she wasn't scared of him—burned behind his eyelids)
Her scent was still on his skin. He had wanted to kiss her more. For one terrifying second, he almost did. But he couldn't.
Jungkook: (thinking) I need to regain my memories as soon as possible. I don't have the right to feel anything for her as long as I don't know who I am—(He punched the tile lightly).
Jungkook: (thinking) If I let her in, and I lose control again… I'm afriad I cann't protect her. What if she becomes a victim because of me. (he exhaled harshly).
Y/N's care and love for him, was that scared him more than the bullets, more than anything. Because deep down, a part of him wanted to be with her. He knew thst she's not going to stop. And what he ended up losing his control. Jungkook stayed in the shower longer than usual. Not because he needed to—but because he didn't know how to face her yet.He rested his forehead against the tiled wall, eyes shut.
[Outside the Bathroom]
Y/N changed into something more comfortable. Y/N sat still, her fingers brushing lightly over her lips, like they might still carry the warmth of his, eyes flicking to the bathroom door every few seconds. The kiss had been brief—sudden, stolen, and rough around the edges—but it hadn't felt empty. Not to her. She wasn't sure who moved first. Maybe it was both of them. But his lips had found hers like it meant something. Like Jungkook meant something.
Y/N: (thinking) What did it mean, Jungkook? And why won't you just say it? He's been through so much. I can see it in his eyes. The way he hides his pain. The way he avoids everything that feels real. But I don't care about the past. He has already seen the certificate. He knows our relationship so why he's avoiding me? Why he wants to push me away? (she sighed, running a hand through her hair, trying to shake off the frustration) Maybe I'm asking too much. Maybe I'm being selfish. But I can't let him destroy himself… not without at least trying to help.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower shutting off. She stiffened, glancing towards the bathroom door, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn't been prepared for the vulnerability she was feeling right now—the raw, aching need to be there for him, to be the one who could heal the cracks in his broken soul.
But could she?
Would he let her?
Y/N (thinking):
God, I love him. Even if he doesn't think he deserves it, even if he pushes me away… I love him.
And I'll keep fighting for him.
She stood tall, pushing her insecurities aside. She wasn't going to run away, no matter how hard he tried to keep her at a distance.
I'm not leaving you, Jungkook.
Would you like to continue with their interaction when Jungkook comes out of the shower, or explore more of Y/N's thoughts and feelings?
Here's the continuation of their interaction after Jungkook finishes his shower, leading into another heated argument:
[Jungkook's Bedroom]
The door opened with a soft click, and Y/N's breath hitched slightly. Jungkook stepped out of the bathroom. His hair was damp, dark strands falling over his forehead, water droplets still clinging to his sharp collarbones. A plain white towel was slung low around his waist, his chest bare—broad, scars marked on his skin like stories never told, and his abs flexed slightly as he ran a hand through his wet hair. Y/N quickly looked away, her throat felt dry, like she'd swallowed her voice. She forced her gaze to stay firmly down.
Jungkook didn't speak. He untucked the edge of the wet bandage on his side, wincing slightly as he peeled it away. Y/N glanced up despite herself. The wound looked angry, fresh—cleaned, but far from healed. Her fingers twitched at her side, she wanted to help him, but she stayed seated, unmoving. He walked across the room, grabbing a clean shirt from the wardrobe and got dressed. His back was to her now—muscles moving under his skin with every breath, every motion. He didn't ask for help. Y/N's eyes followed his movements involuntarily, like her gaze had a mind of its own. He sat at the edge of the dresser mirror, opening the small first-aid kit with a quiet snap, then methodically applied ointment and clean bandages. His face stayed neutral, eyes hard, jaw tight—but his hand trembled just slightly when he pressed down on the wound. Y/N hated that he was doing this alone. Hated that he wouldn't even look at her. But she stayed silent, watching him patch himself up like he had done it a hundred times before.
Jungkook had barely finished getting dressed when the door opened again. RM and J-Hope stepped in, faces grim.
RM: (said flatly) Warehouse 7 was attacked last night.
Jungkook: (jaw clenched) Who?
J Hope: Unknown group. Could be Mr. Xin's men. Could be a diversion. Either way, we need you there.
Before Jungkook could respond, Y/N stepped in from the hallway, voice firm.
Y/N: He's not going anywhere.
All three men turned toward her.
J-Hope: (frowned) Y/N—this is not your call.
Y/N: He's not even fully recovered! (she snapped) You want him collapsing in the middle of another ambush?
RM: (said, stepping forward) We don't have time to argue.
Y/N: Well, make time! (she shot back) "He was unconscious yesterday! You're treating him like a weapon, not a person!
Jungkook: Enough!! (who had been silently pulling on his jacket, suddenly spoke, voice ice-cold. Y/N fell silent, the hyungs too. His gaze swept over all of them) I'm going, (he said with finality)
The hyungs exchanged glances and nodded, then left the room to prepare the convoy.
Y/N: (followed Jungkook as he walked toward the hall) You're being reckless. You think acting tough will save everyone? You can't pour from an empty cup, Jungkook.
He stopped. Turned around. His eyes were dark, dangerous now.
Jungkook: You don't get it, do you? This is my world. This is who I am. There's no backing out.
Y/N: Then let me come with you.
Jungkook: (narrowed his eyes) No.
Y/N: I can help, (she insisted) You think I'm weak? Then let me prove I'm not.
Jungkook: (he growled, stepping close) You wouldn't last a minute out there.
Y/N: I'm not afraid of your world.
In one swift move, Jungkook grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close. Their faces were inches apart.
Jungkook: You should be. You really want to play this game? (he whispered, his voice low and dangerous) You want to be part of this life? Say goodbye to the version of me you're still hoping to find.
Y/N: (didn't flinch) Then give me the damn chance to prove it.
Jungkook stared at her for a long moment, then exhaled through his nose.
Without a word, he dragged her back to the room and walked over to a wall panel, pressed his thumb to a hidden scanner, and opened a concealed safe. From inside, he pulled out a sleek black handgun and checked the magazine before holding it out to her.
Jungkook: Fine. Prove it. (he led her out to the terrace that overlooked the garden) See that fountain? (Jungkook pointed toward the statue in the center) Break the neck. Just one shot.
Y/N took the gun with both hands, steady but heavy in her grip. She aimed, inhaled, and with a calm she didn't even know she had—fired. CRACK. The statue's neck shattered. Stone fragments fell into the water below with a splash. Jungkook didn't flinch. Y/N lowered the gun, chest rising slightly with adrenaline. Jungkook looked at the ruined statue, then at her.
Jungkook: Get in the car, (he said quietly) Let's see how long you last.
Warehouse scene:
Tension is high, and Y/N is about to witness the raw, violent reality of Jungkook's world. They reached the outskirts of the city. The warehouse loomed ahead, surrounded by rusted fences and silence. Jungkook stepped out first. His posture tense but commanding. Y/N followed behind him, flanked by Jin and a few armed men. The other hyungs were already positioned strategically around the perimeter.
Rose: (approached with a quick update) Five men. Two snipers. They didn't damage the stock that much but our men are injured. Looks like they were targeting our men not the warehouse.
Jungkook: (nodded once, eyes scanning the area) They're testing us. J hope and RM take the injured to hospital.
Y/N stood nearby, trying to process everything. Men in dark tactical gear moved silently. The smell of burnt paper and gunpowder still hung in the air. She looked at the blackened crates inside, the broken surveillance equipment, bullet holes sprayed across a metal wall.
Around the corner, a scout had caught one of the intruders—a young man bloodied and struggling, pinned to the ground. He had a gang tattoo burned onto his wrist.
Jungkook walked up slowly toward him.
Jungkook: Who sent you? (he asked, voice quiet)
The man laughed through cracked lips.
???: Your empire's cracking, Jungkook. Everyone will witness it. Even your wife.
Jungkook's eyes flicked toward Y/N.
In a flash, Jungkook slammed the butt of his gun into the man's face. Blood sprayed across the concrete.
Y/N gasped but didn't step back.
Jungkook: (crouched, grabbed the man by the collar) Who. Sent. You.
???: (man spat blood) Mr. Xin.
Jungkook stood up, eyes cold and full of quiet rage.
Jungkook: Burn him, (he told his men) If Xin wants to play, I'll play.
The men bowed and dragged the man to burn him.
Y/N stood frozen for a moment, heart hammering. Then Jungkook turned toward her.
Jungkook: You still think you want this?
Y/N: (smiled, her eyes were clear) I want you.
Jungkook: (looked at her for a long time) Then you'd better be ready to bury things you can't reach later.
Rose: There are no more Mr. Xin left, (she informed them) But... Mr. Park is missing.
Jungkook: (jaw clenched) Before he could respond, his phone rang.
It was him—Mr. Xin.
Jungkook: (answered, voice cold) What do you want?
Mr. Xin: I want one billion won, (said calmly) Or Mr. Park dies.
Jungkook: (cursed under his breath, his voice sharp and threatening) If you lay even a finger on him, I'll kill you myself.
Mr. Xin: (only chuckled) Come to the old docks at 8:00 p.m. Don't bring anyone else just your Hyungs. Don't be late.
The call ended.
On the ride back to the mansion, tension hung heavy in the air. While Jungkook was on call ordering his people to prepare the money. Y/N sat silently, lost in thought. Her hands were clenched in her lap.
Y/N: Mr. Park… could it be? (she wondered, her chest tightening) Is he Jimin's father?
Route to the Mansion:
Jungkook's SUV(car) cut through the backroad darkness, it was in the middle followed by Hyungs car's one on the front and on in the back. Dust kicked up behind them, moonlight washing the trees in silver. Inside, Y/N sat tense, eyes flicking between the shadows and the rearview. Jungkook hadn't said a word since they left the warehouse.
Just five minutes from the mansion's outer perimeter—too close to home.
Then—
Boom.
A blast rocked near the front car. Tires screeched. The vehicles behind them immidiately stopped. Flames spat up in front them. The vehicles weren't damaged. The blast was just to stop them. As soon as they stooped, gunfire erupted instantly from the treeline. Bullets raked the sides of their vehicle, shattering windows, punching through the steel.
Jungkook was out, gun drawn, firing into the dark with brutal precision.
Y/N ducked low, heart hammering. She reached for her pistol, but her eyes were fixed on him.
He moved fearlessly—no hesitation. Shots fired from the woods, one after another, but he kept moving, a shadow among shadows. He dropped three men in under ten seconds.
And then—Y/N saw him. A shooter. Hidden behind a ridge, just to Jungkook's blind side. His rifle was up. Finger on the trigger. Y/N didn't think. Didn't breathe. She screamed.
"JUNGKOOK!"
He didn't hesitate—didn't question. He dropped low just as the shot ripped through the air.
The bullet missed his head by inches. Jungkook rolled, came up firing. Three bullets tore through the sniper's chest. The man crumpled, disappearing into the brush.
Jungkook's breath was ragged. He turned, eyes locking on Y/N, who had just stepped out of the SUV, shooting at the ambishers.
No time to speak. More enemies came out of the trees—at least a dozen. Jin's team returned fire with brutal efficiency. J-Hope moved like lightning, covering Jungkook's left flank. Namjoon barked commands, grenades lighting up the trees. One by one, the attackers fell. Y/N dropped the last one with a clean headshot.
Silence followed—crackling, burning silence. Bodies littered the dirt road. Blood soaked the gravel. Y/N couldn't move. Jungkook stalked toward her, jaw clenched, gun still in hand. He looked at her like he didn't know whether to hold her or shake her.
Jungkook: You got out of the car. (he growled)
Y/N: You were about to die, (she shot back, voice trembling) I wasn't going to just watch it happen.
His expression cracked then—just for a moment.
Jungkook: (took a step closer, gripping her arms, eyes wild) You could've been killed.
Y/N: And so could you.
They stood there, chest to chest, from everything left unsaid between them. For a long moment, he just stared at her. Then turned to the others.
Back at the mansion:
The room buzzed with urgency as hyungs was getting ready. But Y/N's mind was elsewhere. She couldn't hold it in any longer.
She turned to Jungkook, her voice quiet but firm.
Y/N: Jungkook… I think Mr. Park is someone I know. He's my friend's father.
Jungkook: (looked up, confused) What? No, Mr. Park doesn't have a son. He never mentioned—
Y/N: He does, (interrupted, meeting his eyes) His name is Jimin. But Jimin left him years ago.
Jungkook: (narrowed his gaze) You're saying Park Jimin … is his son?
Y/N: (nodded slowly) Yes. And that's why I need to come with you.
Jungkook: (scoffed and turned away) You want to save a man whose own son abandoned him?
Y/N: No. (said, stepping closer) I want to reunite them.
Jungkook: (jaw tensed) That's rich coming from you. You're talking about reunions like they're easy. If anyone was left, it was me. My father left me.
Y/N: (softened) Exactly. And maybe you know how much that hurts—on both sides.
There was silence between them for a moment. Then Jungkook looked away, his father picture dimming in his eyes.
Jungkook: Fine, (he muttered) You can come. But don't you dareleave my sight—stay close.
Y/N: (nodded) Always.