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Author’s POV

“Normally, I always carry something with me,” Saera spoke slowly, her voice still heavy with the numbness caused by her sudden drop in blood sugar. “But I forgot it because I was too worried about Jungkook.” She finished her sentence without looking in his direction.

She hated this.

Saera wished the ground would split open and swallow her whole. This was the last situation she ever wanted to be in—vulnerable, exposed—especially in front of someone like him.

In front of him.

“It’s okay,” Hoseok said gently, his tone laced with concern. “Just take care of yourself, try not to stress too much, and make sure to monitor your diabetes.”

“Thanks, but no need to act like some wise saint. I can handle my own shit.” Her voice was sharp, a clear warning for him to drop the topic.

“You’ve really changed.”

His words were soft, almost thoughtful, but they sent an immediate wave of irritation through her. She shot him a glare—sharp and deadly—but he simply exhaled and pulled out his phone.

“Anyway, I’ll try calling Jungkook again. Do you need anything?” he asked as he got up, still hopeful he could reach his friend.

She shook her head, not even sparing him a glance. Hoseok observed her for a second longer, as if double-checking her condition, before focusing back on his screen.

His brows furrowed. No network.

“Fuck,” he muttered, stretching his arm up in an attempt to catch a signal. After a few failed attempts, he let out a frustrated sigh.

“I think we’ll be here for a while,” he admitted, glancing at her. “There’s no network.”

Annoyed, he grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and dragged it beside her, plopping down with a heavy sigh.

The moment Saera felt his proximity, her body tensed. Without a second thought, she shot up from her seat, startling him slightly.

“I—I need to find a bathroom,” she stuttered, immediately regretting the excuse.

She turned sharply and rushed toward an unfamiliar corridor before he could respond.

"Okay," Hoseok sighed, watching her disappear.

Left alone, he let his eyes wander around the dimly lit living room. The place felt old—dust-covered furniture, faded wallpaper, and a shelf lined with framed photographs that looked like they belonged in a different era. Where the owners of this ancient house could be? He frowned, wondering

How the hell did Jungkook even find this place?

Hoseok shook his head, mumbling about the brat’s ridiculous plan. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t hear Saera's sharp voice as she returned.

“YAH! Are you deaf or something? I’ve been calling you!”

Hoseok blinked, snapping back to reality. Saera stood at the doorframe, arms crossed, her expression both impatient and annoyed.

“Ah, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “What did you say?”

“I found a way out.”

His eyes widened. “What? How?”

“You’ll see for yourself.” She tilted her head toward the corridor she had come from. “Follow me.”

Still in disbelief, Hoseok didn’t move. He was still trying to process how she had found an exit so quickly.

“Are you coming or what?” she called impatiently.

Shaking off his shock, Hoseok immediately got up and followed her.

Saera led him through the dim hallway until they reached a door left slightly ajar. A faint stream of light poured through the crack.

Just as he was scanning the walls, Hoseok accidentally bumped into her.

“Can you not walk straight?!” Saera spun around, glaring at him. “Or are you just fascinated by this old, decaying demeure?” She mocked, deliberately emphasizing the word to remind him of his high-class artist status.

Hoseok narrowed his eyes. “And what if I am? Got a problem with that?”

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe you should buy it, then. You’ve got the cash, don’t you?”

Ignoring his annoyed look, she turned back toward the door and pointed.

“There’s a window in the bathroom. We can get out through there.”

Hoseok stepped closer. It was a small, square-shaped window above the sink, covered by an old, rusted iron grate.

“Let’s do this,” Saera said, rolling up her sleeves. “You lift me up, and once I’m out, I’ll help pull you through. Deal?”

Hoseok smirked. “What’s your weight?”

Saera scoffed. “What, are those abs of yours just for show?”

His smirk deepened. “Why? Interested in checking them out for yourself?”

He stepped closer, eyes locking onto hers.

“Stop your delusions,” she shot back. “I’m just assuming that, as an idol, you need to maintain a certain physique to keep those mindless fans wrapped around your finger.”

“I can give you extra time if you want. No need to steal secret glances.”

Saera clenched her jaw.

“Shut up and help me already,” she snapped, stepping onto the sink.

Still smirking, Hoseok moved forward. “I’ll definitely come back here. Wanna join me?”

She shot him a glare so intense that he actually raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay. No need to set me on fire with those eyes.”

Hoseok placed his hands on her legs, lifting her up. Saera tried to open the thing but struggled against the rusted window because ofe how hard she trie,   it wouldn’t budge.

“Want me to do it?”

“Shut up, I’m not fragile.”

“Are you scared I’ll leave you behind?”

Before she could answer, he grabbed her waist and pulled her down with force.

She gasped, eyes squeezing shut as she lost balance.

But before she could hit the floor, Hoseok caught her— lifting her in bridal style.

Her heart stopped.

She could feel the warmth of his arms around her waist and under her legs, his steady breathing, the way his hands gripped her securely.

Hesitantly, she opened her eyes.

Hoseok was staring at her, his gaze unreadable.

Not smirking. Not teasing.

Just staring.

Her breath hitched. His face was too close—just an inch away from hers.

“P-put me down!” she screamed, her voice shaking.

Hoseok blinked, snapping out of his trance. “S-sorry, you weren’t coming down, so—”

“Just put me down!” she repeated, and he complied instantly.

After some effort, he finally pried open the window, and with teamwork, they managed to escape.

As they landed on the grass outside, Saera huffed. “Are you fifty kilos or something? You weren’t even heavy.”

Hoseok laughed. “Fifty-seven, actually. But hey, you’re good at guessing.”

“Fifty-seven?!” Saera gawked. “Do you even eat?”

“Why? You wanna feed me?”

Saera facepalmed herself at his unnecessary and stupid thoughts before standing up abruptly. 

"You're clever, to be honest. We didn’t even stay there for more than an hour," Hoseok admitted, rising to his feet and dusting off his trousers. "I'm impressed." 

"You should try using your neurons—that’s what they’re there for," she retorted without sparing him a glance. "I’m leaving. Hopefully, I won’t have to see you again." 

Pulling her phone from her back pocket, she checked for a signal to find her way home. 

"I wish for the exact opposite." 

Saera froze mid-step and turned around to face him. 

"I do want to see you again, Jeon Saera," he said, his voice unwavering.

"And I will..." 

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Hey Lovelies, long time no see haha! Sorry for the literally 2 months of absence. 🥲

I had and still have a lot of pending work for my student life but I'll try to restart on working on my both books, cause really I missed so much writing! 😓

I hope you liked this chapter, on forward the real actions are gonna start please be prepared for my surprises...! 😌

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