excerpt / jungkook cares about you - even if he has a difficult time showing it sometimes. pairing / arrangedmafiahusband!jungkook x arrangedwife!reader genre / angst, fluff, minor violence warnings / graphic descriptions of gunshots, cursing, implied trauma, and blood word count / 6.27k words lee's notes / surprise! the much-requested(?) request is finally done! do note though that it’z set a little before the other oneshots i've written about these two, just because i realized i haven't exactly shown that side yet. also, what do we think about the banner ?!?!
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"MORNING," JUNGKOOK GREETS, giving you a small smile as he arrives in the kitchen.
You look towards him, gaze temporarily leaving the two croissants you were preparing upon hearing his voice. As you two make eye contact, you immediately take in the rather formal outfit he was wearing, a sight that leaves you curious for a few seconds before your focus shifts back.
"Morning, Jungkook." You respond, dimples forming on your cheeks as you beam at him.
He grabs two mugs from the hanging cupboard and places them onto the table, taking a seat in front of you. "Coffee?" He asks, grabbing two pods of coffee from the drawer.
You nod at him, pursing your lips together. "Yes please," You reply, giving him a thankful smile.
Jungkook nods back and pops the coffee pod into the machine, waiting for the liquid to finish pouring out before he replaces the mug with a new one.
As he prepares the coffee, you slide a plate of croissant and butter onto his plate, saving the other plate for you. "Here, eomoni had these delivered yesterday."
He fondly chuckles at the mention of his mother, gratefully accepting the plate. "Thanks," He mumbles, sliding a mug of coffee towards you.
Shortly after your rather sudden wedding, you and Jungkook had fallen into some form of a routine in the mornings upon moving in together. In a way, it was one of the only times when you two would be in the same place alone, giving you both the perfect opportunity to genuinely get to know one another without any sort of pressure from others.
It was a start, definitely, as it helped you both get a grasp of the other's personality. From only knowing Jungkook previously as the rather intimidating man, you now slowly found yourself growing fond of the man you called your husband.
"So," You start, settling down on the seat across from him. "Busy day today?"
Jungkook nods and gulps down his coffee, "Yeah, there's a base in Daegu we've been trying to take over." He explains, "We're planning on finalizing the entire plan today."
You take a bite of your bread, nodding to show you were listening. "Ah, I think I heard about that from appa." You reply, hinting towards a conversation you had with your dad a couple of days ago.
"Hm, that would make sense." He replies with a chuckle, "Your dad was one of the people who proposed it after all."
You smile at this, shaking your head at him upon thinking of your dad. As you take a sip of your coffee, Jungkook glances towards you, tilting his head curiously.
"How about you? Anything exciting today?"
He was likely referring to the small art museum you owned, the place being used commonly as a venue for rather exclusive events in Seoul. You both had gone there a select number of times, having even met there for the first time when Bangtan held an auction at the location.
You look towards him and chuckle, shaking your head. "Not really, just more emails about some possible future projects." You respond, "I guess it's still better than guns and knives, though." You add, crinkling your nose.
Jungkook lets out a soft laugh and nods again, eating the last of his croissant. "Well, speaking of guns and knives," He says, "I think I should get going. They’re running the final plan by us in an hour."
You nod, waiting for him to stand up as you finish your coffee. "I'll see you later though, right?" He asks, pushing his chair back into the table as he grabs his phone. "We have that dinner at Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul."
"Of course," You reply, giving him a small smile. "Just text me what time you'll finish at work."
Jungkook smiles back and nods, putting his wallet in his pocket. "Well, I'm off. Thanks for breakfast, (Y/N)." He says, waving at you.
You wave back at him, watching as he leaves the kitchen before you glance back down towards the used porcelain plates on the table. You slowly begin collecting them, stacking up the used coffee mugs on top of the plates.
As you bring them towards the sink, you suddenly hear rushed footsteps by the doorway, immediately causing you to glance towards the source. Upon looking, your surprised expression quickly melts into a relieved one once you realize it was just Ms. Jung, one of the oldest helpers that rotated around the various Bangtan households.
"Oh, Mrs. Jeon, please do not worry yourself with that." She quickly says, walking towards you. "I can finish up here. You should go upstairs and get started on work."
You shake your head at this, smiling at her assuringly. "Nonsense, Ms. Jung. It's not that much to clean up anyways." You reply, "Besides, you should have your breakfast first."
She smiles at this, reaching forward to help you move the rest of the dishes to the sink. "Aigoo, don't bother yourself with that—I've already eaten." She says with a chuckle, "Now, why don't you go and start on your work? You wouldn't want to be late for your dinner with Mr. Jeon later, right?"
You sigh in defeat, shaking your head once again. "You're impossible to argue with, Ms. Jung." You say with a laugh, smiling when she joins you in laughter.
As you dry your hands with a nearby towel, you suddenly see your phone buzzing on the table, causing you to walk towards it. When you see the contact name, your eyebrows immediately furrow in confusion, hanging the towel back on its rack before you grab onto the phone.
"I'll just take this outside." You tell Ms. Jung, giving her a wave. "Thank you so much for doing this."
She simply chuckles and waves back, putting on the dishwashing gloves. "No need to thank me, Mrs. Jeon. It is my job after all."
You walk out of the kitchen and into the hallway, swiftly unlocking your phone to find Seokjin's contact. Once you do, you tap onto it, waiting for the screen to show his name before you bring the phone to your ear.
"Hey," He answers after a few rings, seemingly in a good mood. "How's my dongsaeng doing?"
You smile in amusement at his question, leaning against the wall beside you. You've known Seokjin far longer than any other member in Bangtan, this being due to the closeness of both your fathers.
"I'm good, oppa." You reply, glancing downwards to your feet. "How about you?"
Seokjin hums from the other line, "I'm alright too, just the usual work stuff." He says, "Anyways, did you see my text?"
You furrow your eyebrows, briefly moving your phone away from your ear to check your notifications. Once the screen lights up, you quickly see a link sent from his phone.
"Oh, I just saw it now." You reply, bringing the phone back to your ear. "It's a link?"
"Yeah," He affirms, "There's a new Japanese restaurant that opened up across the street from us. I saw it and remembered how you were raving about sushi the other night."
You let out a soft laugh at this, "Aw, you remembered that?"
Seokjin snickers in response, "How could I not?" He says, "I might've been a bit drunk but my memory never fails me."
You playfully roll your eyes at his arrogance, a chuckle leaving your lips. "Well, moving on," You reply, "Why'd you send me the link to their website?"
"I was wondering if you'd maybe want to have lunch with me today." He says, "We haven't had a meal together—as in just the two of us—in a pretty long time."
You hum at this, realizing he was right. "That is true." You respond, "So you want me to drive over there?"
"Yeah, I was thinking you could send me your orders and we could eat it in my office. I hear the tables tend to get full pretty easily."
Upon hearing his plan, you suddenly feel a little more hesitant. "I don't know, oppa. Wouldn't it be better to just eat at the restaurant instead? I spoke to Jungkook this morning and you guys seem to have some pretty important things happening today."
"It'll be fine, (Y/N)-ah." Seokjin replies, "The meeting will happen in the east wing and all our offices are located in the west wing. As long as you stay in my office, I don't think you'll be interrupting anything."
"Besides," He adds, "You're a direct member of Bangtan now. You're more than welcome to come to headquarters anytime."
You ponder over it for a few more moments in your head, biting your lip. "Hm," You mumble, toying with the hem of your shirt. "Fine, I guess I can trust you." You reply, glancing back up to the wall in front of you.
"Great, then!" Seokjin exclaims, "Do you think you can get here by around 12?"
"Yeah, sure." You respond, looking down at your watch.
As you begin walking to your room, you hear someone opening the door from the other line, causing Seokjin to clear his throat. "Alright, I have to go but I'll see you in a bit?"
"See you, oppa." You say with a small smile.
Jungkook drives into the basement of headquarters, parking his black Mercedes AMG GT 63 S in the reserved parking space by the elevator. He swiftly leaves the car as soon as he turns his engine off, placing his car keys and his gun in his pocket before he unlocks his phone.
“Hello?” Jimin says, picking up the phone.
“Hey hyung, I just got here. Are they ready with the plan?” Jungkook asks, walking up to the elevator.
Jimin audibly shifts from the other line, “Yeah, I spoke to Yeonjun just now and they have everything finalized. Mr. (L/N) gave them the go-signal”
“Okay,” Jungkook replies, walking into the elevator. “I’ll see you in a bit, hyung.”
He presses the button to the 15th floor and waits for the doors to close before he looks down at his phone. His eyes quickly travel to a sudden notification, tapping it before it redirects him to his messages application.
Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul: Good afternoon, Mr. Jeon. The VIP room has been reserved for you and your wife later at 6PM, as requested. If you would like me to make any changes to the reservation, please do not hesitate to send me a message.
He licks his lips as he reads the message, nodding affirmatively at the details. Just on time, the elevator doors in front of him open and he walks out, directly walking towards the conference room. Once he’s in the hall, he curtly nods to the guard standing by the door, muttering a soft thanks when the guard opens the door for him.
“Guk, you’re here.” Namjoon says, motioning for him to come to the head of the room.
Jungkook walks towards the leader as the rest of the men politely bow to the Bangtan member, raising his eyebrows at him. “Am I late?” He asks, the leader shaking his head.
“Just on time. We’re just waiting for Taehyung to arrive.” Namjoon replies, Jungkook nodding understandingly before he walks to Jimin at the back of the room.
He stands next to the older member who greets him with a pat on the shoulder before he once again unlocks his phone. He opens your last conversation together and types out a text, reading it in his head a few times before he finally presses send.
jungkook: hey, i just got a text from pierre gagnaire and they confirmed our reservation’s at 6. is that okay with you?
After a few moments, his phone vibrates, making him look at the notification almost immediately.
(y/n): hey, jungkook! yes, that time is alright with me. i mean, you’re picking me up anyways so i don’t think you should be asking me about the time haha. but either way, 6 should be just fine :)
He reads through your message, a small smile forming on his face as he unlocks his phone to reply.
jungkook: great, i’ll see you later then. don’t forget to dress formally :)
As he types out a reply, he doesn’t notice Jimin watching with a slightly amused expression, only realizing it when the older member suddenly elbows him. He immediately looks up towards him, a confused expression on his face as he looks at his hyung questionably.
“Is something wrong?” Jungkook asks, hand still holding onto his phone.
Jimin simply snickers and shakes his head, “I just wanted to know who you were texting.” He teases, “I can’t remember the last time I saw you smiling like that while using your phone.”
Upon hearing this, Jungkook straightens up, clearing his throat before looking towards his phone to send the message. “It’s no one.” He says, locking his phone and putting it in his pocket.
The older member opens his mouth to say another teasing remark, but he’s cut short when Namjoon suddenly claps his hands, signifying that the meeting was about to start.
“Thank you for the lunch, oppa. It was really good.” You say, beaming at Seokjin as he leads you out of his office.
He smiles and pats your head, “No problem, (Y/N)-ie.” He replies, handing you your bag.
You accept it gratefully and hang the bag onto your shoulder, placing your phone inside your pocket. As you do so, Seokjin stares at you with raised eyebrows, making you look at him confusedly.
“Did I forget anything?” You ask with a chuckle, making him shake his head.
He looks at his watch before glancing back towards you, “Don’t you want to go and visit Guk?” He suggests, “The meeting is probably over by now.”
“I don’t know, oppa.” You say, “He seemed pretty serious earlier when he talked about how busy he’d be today.”
He huffs in response, shaking his head. “You two are married for Christ’s sake. How are you supposed to get to know each other if you’re too shy to even go and visit him?” He says, giving you a nudge on the shoulder.
You smile at him sheepishly, causing him to playfully roll his eyes at you before he gently pushes you towards the hallway. “Alright, alright.” He says, “Just get home safe, yeah?”
As he pushes you away, you let out a laugh and walk back to give him a hug, grinning when you hear him grumble. “Thanks for inviting me.” You say before pulling away, “I’m off!”
You wave at him as you walk away, chuckling when he waves back at you. As you make a turn in the hallway, you flinch upon bumping into a person. You instinctively glance towards them, eyebrows raising in surprise when the man quickly avoids eye contact.
“Sorry,” He mutters before walking away, leaving you to watch as he swiftly walks away.
Despite the rather quick encounter you had with him, you couldn’t help but have noticed the man’s long hair and how it was styled into a bun, the hairstyle reminding you of a guard that used to accompany your family in your childhood home. But you simply shrug it off when he walks down the hallway, moving on in your own way as well.
Meanwhile, Jungkook was well finished with the meeting, tiredly walking into his office to get some rest. He sighs in relief as he takes a seat in his chair, eyes fluttering shut when he leans against the backrest. “Thank god it’s over.” He mutters, swirling his chair from side to side.
As he keeps his eyes closed, he suddenly hears distant quick footsteps, causing his eyebrows to furrow while he slowly opens his eyes. He looks towards the door, hand slowly grabbing the gun on the table.
Slowly and steadily, the footsteps get louder, Jungkook slowly standing up from his chair while aiming the gun towards the door. Then, he suddenly hears a loud gunshot outside, making his eyes narrow as he keeps his them focused.
Then, the door suddenly slams open, revealing a distressed Yeonjun who had a gun in his hand.
Upon seeing him, Jungkook puts down his gun, looking at the younger man expectantly. “What’s going on?” He asks, grabbing his phone from the table.
Yeonjun swallows, putting his gun in his back pocket. “We’re being attacked.”
Jungkook runs into Namjoon’s office, huffing as he swiftly shuts the door behind him. “Hyung; what’s going on?” He asks, stress evident in his voice.
But no one hears him, he realizes, when he sees how stressed everyone already was. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin were all busy monitoring the screens on the leader’s table while Taehyung and Yoongi were both actively talking on the phone with some men in other locations of the building.
Seokjin though, the maknae noticed, seemed to be trying to reach someone, confusing Jungkook slightly.
“Hobi, have them put the building on lockdown. No one is leaving the damn building until we find out who’s behind this.” Namjoon instructs, looking at the CCTV footage on the screen. “Guk, do you think you can point out some people here?”
Jungkook snaps out of his gaze, nodding to the leader as he walks to the screen. “Yeah,” He says, scanning the people in the frame. “I uh, I recognize everyone there except for the one with the long hair.”
As Namjoon starts instructing some people through the intercoms, Jungkook scans through the other monitors on the table, poking his tongue against his cheek as he sees gunfight after gunfight. Then, when his gaze lands on a specific portion of the screen, his eyes suddenly widen.
“Wait, is that (Y/N)?” He asks, suddenly sounding much more uptight.
Namjoon looks at the screen in surprise upon hearing the maknae’s remark, opening his mouth to reply when Seokjin beats him to it. “She’s still here?” He asks in worry, rushing to the monitor to look. “God—I had a bad feeling when she wasn’t picking up her phone.”
Jungkook glances towards the older member in disbelief. “You brought (Y/N) here? Knowing the delicate situation Bangtan is in right now?” He loudly exclaims, pausing as he lets out a scoff. “Hyung—don’t you remember how we promised Mr. (L/N) we would never put his daughter in danger? What wrre you thinking?”
Seokjin’s eyes narrow at Jungkook’s accusations, quick to defend himself. “Well, excuse me for just wanting her to get out of that goddamn house once in awhile!” He exclaims loudly, jabbing a finger against the younger member’s chest.
“Forget the promise you made to her dad—what happened to the promise you made to me about being a good husband to her, huh? I understand this wasn’t exactly something you chose but, you don’t even try to bring her out to dinner, nor do you make an effort to invite her to our gatherings.” Seokjin responds, eyes narrowing.
“For all I know, you might even be seeing other people behind her back. So don’t you dare get mad at me for simply trying to give the girl a little more of the happiness she deserves.”
Jungkook’s jaw clenches at Seokjin’s remark and he instinctively grabs onto his hyung’s shirt, hands shaking from anger. “You don’t get to assume shit about us.” He responds, not afraid to tower over Seokjin despite being younger.
Before he could continue, Yoongi quickly separates the two members, “Okay, that’s enough!” He shouts, pushing them apart. “You’re both here using all your energy to argue when we all know damn well it won’t get us anywhere. So instead of just wasting it all away, let’s just get to (Y/N) before this turns into any more of a mess, alright?” He says, eyes burning into the two members.
Jungkook simply glares at the two older members before grabbing a gun from the table and walking to the door. “Yah! Where do you think you’re going?” Namjoon asks, eyebrows furrowed.
The maknae simply slams the door open and rushes out, his intentions clear.
The leader sighs and puts his face in his hands before looking back towards the remaining members. “Yoongi-hyung, Jimin-ah, I think you two should follow Jungkook to make sure he doesn't do anything reckless.” He instructs, “The rest of us will go to the east wing. It’s about time we end this mess.”
“What do you mean the place is on lockdown?” You ask with a frown, crossing your arms in frustration.
The guard looks at you apologetically, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, miss. I’m following direct orders from my boss. There seems to be a problem in the east wing so they’re not letting anyone out.”
You sigh at this, thinking about all the work waiting at home. “But I’m not involved. Please, sir, are you sure you really can’t let me out?” You plead in desperation,
But he simply shakes his head, making you huff in defeat. You ruffle your hair in frustration and unlock your phone, silently debating whether or not to bother one of the members. As your finger hovers over Jungkook’s contact to give him a call, you suddenly get distracted.
“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice suddenly asks, causing you to glance back up.
You sigh in relief when you see Yugyeom, one of Jungkook’s close friends. You two have only met a handful of times, but it was nice to finally see a familiar face.
“Yugyeom, thank god.” You reply, walking towards him. “I’ve been trying to leave the building but the guard keeps saying we’re on lockdown?”
Yugyeom sighs in distress, turning towards the guard. “Yah, you’ve been speaking to Jeon Jungkook’s wife this whole time and you didn’t even think to update us on the intercom? Namjoon-hyung has been sending out multiple messages telling us to look for her.” He scolds in frustration.
The guard’s eyes widen as he looks at you, immediately looking downwards in shame. “I’m so sorry, sir. I had no idea she was Mrs. Jeon.” He says, making Yugyeom click his tongue in frustration.
“Well, it doesn’t matter now.” He says, “Just keep guard. The intruders have begun to shoot from outside as well.”
He looks towards you, nodding towards a hallway. “Come on, I have to lead you somewhere safe.”
He leads you through a series of halls, constantly checking to make sure no one was hiding behind any doors. “Hello? This is Kim from the J-division. I have (Y/N) with me. We’re in Hall 4.” He says through his intercom, looking behind him to make sure you were following.
You walk behind nervously, unable to fully grasp the situation. “There are intruders?” You ask him softly when he turns his intercom off, the surprise and fear clear in your voice.
But as Yugyeom opens his mouth to respond, a reply is suddenly heard on his device. “Gyeom, this is Jungkook. Get (Y/N) to the 6th. I’ll meet you there.”
You slightly flinch at the sudden voice, Jungkook’s serious tone making you even more tense. Yugyem notices this as he glances towards you, eyes softening as he gives you a reassuring smile.
“A few people just managed to breach the area.” He says, “Don’t worry though, they’re all in the east wing so as long as the guards don’t let them through, you shouldn’t need to be scared of anyone getting here.” He explains, leading you through a hidden door.
You nod and walk past the door, watching as Yugyeom closes it behind you. “Are the others okay?”
“The seven of them are okay, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He says with a chuckle. “Guk should be on his way to meet us right now.”
He opens another door for you, causing you to smile at him gratefully before walking through it. “Thank you, Yugyeom.” You mumble, “I’m just a tad bit scared, I guess.”
“No problem, (Y/N).” He says, looking towards the hallway.
Suddenly, as you both continue brisk walking through the halls, Yugyeom hears ruffling through the speaker. He furrowed his eyebrows and pauses, turning on his mic. “Hello?” He asks, silently asking you to stand behind him.
“This is Park, I need some backup in the infirmary. Stat.”
You frown at this, looking at Yugyeom. “Was that Jinyoung-ssi?” You ask, knowing how close the two of them are.
Yugyeom bites his lip nervously, clearly reluctant to reply. “Yeah, uh—the infirmary is a few halls down.” He replies, “It means the intruders must have entered the west wing.”
Your eyes widen upon hearing his remark, hands stiffening. “Can someone copy? I can hear gunshots down the hall.” Jinyoung says through the speaker, causing both you and Yugyeom to swallow nervously.
“Y-You should go help him.” You tell Yugyeom, patting his arm. “He needs it.”
He shakes his head, looking towards you. “I’ll bring you down the hall to Guk first. I can’t risk anything.”
You sigh, looking at him exasperatedly. “If someone gets hurt because of me, I won’t be able to live with it.” You say, “I’ll be fine, Yugyeom-ah.”
He pursed his lips for a moment before sighing as well, ruffling the back of his hair. “Hello? This is Kim. Hyung, I’m on the way to the infirmary.” He replies, looking at you. “Just walk down that hall and enter through the door on the right. Guk should be there.”
You nod, giving Yugyeom the smallest of smiles. “Be careful.” You say, making him let out a breathy chuckle as he nods back.
“You too.”
The two of you walk your separate ways, leaving you to walk the rest of the way alone. Your hands begin to shake unconsciously, glancing around you to make sure no one is following you.
Finally, you make it to the door Yugyeom was talking about, holding in a breath as you slowly open the door. You reluctantly peek your head through, heart stopping when you see that no one is inside the room.
Looking behind you one last time, you walk inside the room, closing the door behind you. Instinctively, you begin looking around the room, careful to make sure you weren’t making any noise.
As you look to the right, you suddenly walk into a hard chest, causing you to flinch back immediately and hide your face behind your arms.
“(Y/N), it’s me.” A gentle voice says, “It’s Jungkook.”
You look up slowly, letting out a shaky sigh as you find yourself relaxing. Before you know it, you wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest in silence.
Jungkook’s resolve softens as he hugs you back, a hand reaching behind to pat your lower back. “You’re okay now.” He whispers, “I got you.”
You glance towards him, looking upwards slightly. “Sorry, I just—I got a little frightened.” You mumble, heart still beating erratically.
He nods understandingly, hand moving up to caress your shoulder. “It’s fine, I was honestly a bit scared too.” He confesses with a sigh, “When I found out you were in the building I just—” He says, his voice trailing off as he shakes his head.
You purse your lips at this, looking at him apologetically.
“Guk, did you find her?” Someone suddenly asks through the intercom, making Jungkook sigh as he pulls away from you slightly.
“Yeah, I got her. We’re on our way back now.” He replies, glancing towards you as he offers you his hand. “Do you think you’re ready to leave the room?”
You nod nervously, hand reaching up to grasp his. He gives you a small smile of assurance before looking back ahead, gently opening the door with his other hand. “Just stay behind me and follow my lead.” He whispers, grip tightening around your hand.
The two of you begin walking outside, occasionally looking from side-to-side for any possible surprises. Jungkook keeps his hand wrapped around yours as you both walk, eyes sharp.
Suddenly, you two hear a series of footsteps from afar, causing you two to pause. Jungkook glances towards you, raising his index finger to his lips before looking back towards the front. His hand moves towards his pocket, reaching for his gun.
Then, in the blink of an eye, a bullet suddenly flies across the hall.
Jungkook quickly drags you to the ground, hiding you behind him as he begins shooting bullets towards the man hiding behind the wall. “Stay behind me.” He instructs, grabbing a nearby chair in the hallway. “Shit—” He mutters, placing it in front of him.
You grasp onto Jungkook’s shirt and hide behind him, shutting your eyes closed as you cringe at the loud sounds. But as you continue hiding, you suddenly hear something fall behind you. You glance behind you, eyebrows furrowing as you try to find the source of the sound.
Just on time, Jungkook finally shoots the man in front of you two, letting out a sigh. “Geez,” He mutters, standing up to grab the man’s gun.
You stay standing behind the chair, still distracted as you scan your surroundings. “(Y/N)? You alright?” Jungkook asks, making you snap out of your gaze as he offers his hand to you.
“Oh, yeah.” You reply, holding onto his hand before standing up. “Sorry, I got a little distracted.” You add, watching as he smiles and shakes his head.
But even as he helps you up, you can’t shake off the uneasy feeling inside you, something which causes you to look behind you one last time. This time though, you notice that the position of a small table in the hallway had moved slightly, making your eyes narrow.
“(Y/N)?” You hear Jungkook ask, his voice a bit distant in your head as you focus on the sight in front of you.
You stare at the table closely, eyes widening when you make eye contact with a man hiding behind the table. The same long-haired man you saw in the hallway earlier.
In a split-second, you see him bring out his gun, causing you to look towards Jungkook quickly. “Jungkook, watch out—” You reply, grasping both his hands to move him away when you two hear a loud bang.
He quickly grasps the situation and pulls you towards him, scanning for any wounds. “Fuck, (Y/N) are you okay?” He immediately asks, trying to look around to see where the bullet landed.
You suddenly feel a sharp pain behind you when he asks, causing your legs to instinctively weaken. “I,” You mumble, wincing as the pain continues to increase.
“Shit, shit.” Jungkook mutters, “Did it hit you? Where does it hurt?”
You shut your eyes close and lean against him, letting out a breathy sigh. “B-Behind,” You mumble, causing Jungkook to look at your back.
His eyes widen at the blood seeping out of your shirt from behind, quickly taking off his jacket to use it to apply pressure. “That motherfucker,” He mutters as he ties the jacket around your waist, jaw clenching when he sees that the person who shot you is long gone.
“Just stay with me, okay?” Jungkook says, seating you onto the floor as he leans your body towards him. “We’re going to get you some help.”
He immediately turns on the intercom, making sure the mic was on. “Jinyoung-hyung, is the infirmary clear?” He asks, silently hoping he’d receive a reply.
“Yeah, me and Yugyeom fought everyone off. It’s empty right now.” Jinyoung responds after a few seconds, Jungkook letting out a sigh in relief.
His eyes land on you, widening when he sees you begin to lose consciousness. “No, no, no,” He mumbles, bringing your eyes up to meet him. “Hey, you have to stay with me, okay? You can’t close your eyes.”
You hum in response, trying your best to keep them open as you continue enduring the pain. “Jungk..” You mumble, “It hurts,”
His heart drops at your expression, quickly sitting up to carry you in his arms. “Fuck, I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.” He says, cringing at the sight of you in pain.
He switches the intercom on swiftly before responding, “Hyung, we’re on our way there. i need you to prep some supplies, (Y/N) got shot.” He says, not waiting for a response before he immediately lifts you up.
“Okay, just hold on a bit longer, alright?” He says to you, running through the corridors. “Stay awake for me.”
You wince at the pain, leaning your head against his chest. “I can’t,” You whisper, “It hurts.”
Jungkook panics and rushes through the halls as quickly as he can, glancing down towards you. “No, you need to promise me you’ll keep your eyes open. Please, (Y/N).” He pleads, “I can’t lose you. Especially not like this.”
Your eyes flutter shut but you try your best to keep them open, letting out shallow breaths. “I’m trying but,” You reply, letting out a soft whimper from the pain.
“I know you are,” He replies, sighing in relief when he finally sees the door to the infirmary. “Okay, we’re almost here. Just hold on a little bit more, (Y/N).”
You hum in response, but your eyes slowly flutter shut as blackness finally takes over your vision completely.
“Guk, she’s waking up.”
You slowly blink as you open your eyes, wincing slightly at the light above you. Once your vision becomes a bit more adjusted to the brightness of your surroundings, you gradually look around and realize that you’re in an unfamiliar room.
You also begin to regain feeling in your limbs, gradually realizing that your hand seemed to be holding something. As your eyes traveled downwards, you noticed a hand on yours, making you blink for a few moments before your gaze traveled upwards.
Upon looking up, you’re met with a worried Jungkook, his head hovering over yours as he waits for you to fully wake up. “Thank god,” He mumbles, letting out a sigh. “Are you feeling okay?”
You use your other hand to rub your eyes, a small breath leaving your lips. “I feel alright.” You mumble, looking back at him. ““Where am I?” You ask softly with a hoarse voice.
He lets out a sigh and lets go of your hand to grab a cup of water from the bedside table. “You’re in my room. I had them move you here from the infirmary because I thought you’d be safer.” He replies softly, “Jinyoung-hyung’s here too, he just stepped out for a bit to grab some medicine.”
You hum and reach for the water, using your other hand to push yourself up. But all of a sudden, a sharp pain hits your back. The feeling has you falling back into bed almost immediately, a small whimper leaving your lips.
“Don’t get up yet, your wound hasn’t fully healed.” Jungkook says with slightly worried eyes, grabbing a straw from the cupboard. “Here, sip from this.” He says, tilting the straw towards your lips.
You gratefully bite the straw and begin sipping the water, finishing the cup’s contents within seconds. He chuckles softly at this, bringing the straw out of your mouth before using his finger to wipe a stray drop of water away from your lips.
The contact makes you blush slightly, using your hands to cover your face. “Thank you.” You simply say, rubbing your eyes before bringing your hands away.
Jungkook sighs, his face suddenly much more solemn as he keeps his eyes on you. “I think I should be thanking you.” He says, suddenly unable to speak. “(Y/N), you took a bullet for me. You protected me when I was the one who always said I’d do so for you.”
You purse your lips at this, deciding not to speak because you feel as though he isn’t done talking.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been as worried as I was when I saw you get shot. I mean, it’s one thing for me to be scared about you being at headquarters during the attack but for you to get hurt too? Because of me? God, I was losing my mind.” He says, letting out a chuckle in disbelief.
“And when you lost consciousness right before we got to the infirmary, god, I couldn’t feel anything—it was like I was just frozen all of a sudden.” He says, letting out a sigh. “The whole thing just made me realize that I owe you so much. Not only for how you saved my life, but also for how good you’ve been to me even when I don’t always end up doing the same.”
You frown at this, placing your hand on top of his. “Hey, don’t say that.” You mumble, “Jungkook, you’ve been nothing but a great husband—and I wouldn’t have wanted to have gotten married to anyone else.”
“I’m always going to be thankful to have met you and if given another opportunity, I would have still made that same decision again and again.” You say, the sincerity of your words being clear through your expression.
Jungkook simply sighs at this, looking at you guiltily. “I guess I just feel bad that I wasn’t able to protect you.” He says with a small frown, hand interlocking with yours. “I’m never letting anything like this happen to you ever again, I swear on if.”
You smile and shake your head, trying your best to reassure him by saying any other comforting words that come to mind. As you do, you carefully watch his expression, making sure to push away any hint of guilt present on his face.
Then, as your eyes travel towards the clock, you suddenly let out a soft gasp, recalling something. “Oh,” You mumble, looking towards him.
He raises his eyebrows at you, tilting his head to the side. “Do you need anything?” He asks, about to let go of your hand to go get whatever it was you needed.
But you simply frown, looking at the date on the clock a second time. “We missed our dinner reservation.” You say in a disappointed tone, a pout unconsciously forming on your face.
Jungkook looks at you for a few moments in amusement before chuckling and shaking his head. “(Y/N),” He says with a breathy laugh, “You’re adorable.” He mumbles, a small smile on his face. “I decided to postpone it to next week, or at least until you’re feeling much better.”
You sigh at this, looking downwards. “I really wanted to go though.” You mumble softly, making him find you even more adorable.
He chuckles and shakes his head, cooing at the small pout on your face. “We’ll go soon, okay? That I can promise.” He says, a smile on his face as he continues gazing at you.
And it was a promise he made sure to keep—weeks later when he knew it was safer for you to go outside again.
Deep inside, he knew that simply treating you to dinner would never be enough to repay you for what you did for him but, he honestly just wanted to see you be happy again—especially after everything that happened.
And if treating you to dinner was a way for it to happen, then he would choose to do so a thousand times again, just for you.