After everyone had gone to sleep, the dorm was enveloped in silence, but I lay there wide awake, staring at the ceiling. My mind raced with everything that had happened-the message on the wall, the looming threat, and the unsettling feeling that we were being watched. Even the warmth of my blanket couldn't push away the chill that clung to my skin.

I turned on my side, glancing at the clock. 2:18 AM. The room was quiet, the only sound the occasional creak of the building or the soft rustle of sheets from the others in their beds. Everyone else seemed to have found some peace in sleep, but I couldn't shut off the constant buzz of anxiety in my head.

My thoughts kept drifting back to the message scrawled in red on the wall, the chilling reminder that we were being played with. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push the image away, but it was etched into my mind.

The weight of everything we were facing pressed down on me. I felt an overwhelming need to do something-anything-to make sure we stayed ahead of whoever was behind this. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more helpless I felt. What if we were already too late?

I sighed quietly, pulling the blanket tighter around me, hoping for some comfort in the familiarity of my surroundings. But all it did was make me more aware of the fact that sleep wasn't coming anytime soon.

And then, just as I was about to roll over, I heard a soft creak. My body tensed, every nerve on high alert. I stayed still, listening carefully, trying to figure out if I was just imagining things. The noise came again-a slow, deliberate sound of footsteps approaching my room.

I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. The footsteps stopped outside my door. I waited, half-expecting the door to burst open, but there was only silence.

Seconds ticked by like hours.

Then, without warning, the door creaked open just a fraction, a sliver of dim light spilling into the room. I sat up, holding my breath, ready to defend myself if necessary.

But instead of a threat, it was Jungkook who stepped inside, his figure barely visible in the darkness. He closed the door behind him quietly, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

"You're still awake," he whispered, his voice soft, as if not wanting to disturb the stillness of the night.

I nodded, my shoulders relaxing slightly. "Yeah, couldn't sleep."

He moved closer, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Me neither," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Too much on my mind."

We sat there in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation heavy between us. Even in the quiet, I could feel the unspoken tension, the shared worry that neither of us had to voice.

"I keep thinking about that message," I confessed, my voice barely audible. "What if they know everything about us? What if we're being watched all the time?"

Jungkook didn't reply immediately. Instead, he leaned back, resting against the headboard, and after a moment, he pulled me close. His warmth was comforting, chasing away the lingering cold that had settled in my chest.

"We'll figure it out," he said quietly, his chin resting on the top of my head. "We always do."

His reassurance helped, but the unease still clung to me. I curled into his side, seeking the calm I knew only he could provide.

"Why were you still out? What were you doing?" I asked, my voice curious but laced with suspicion.

Jungkook visibly tensed at my question, his body stiffening beside me. It was subtle, but I noticed it immediately. His arms, which had been holding me comfortably, now felt slightly rigid. His eyes, usually so expressive, flicked away from mine for just a second-enough to make me realize that something was off.

"Jungkook?" I pressed, sitting up slightly to get a better look at him. "What were you doing?"

He let out a small sigh, avoiding my gaze. "I... I was just checking the perimeter," he said, but his tone didn't convince me. It was too casual, too practiced, like he was deflecting.

"Checking the perimeter?" I echoed, my brows furrowing. "That's Namjoon's job tonight. Why would you-"

"I just wanted to make sure everything was secure," he cut me off, but his voice lacked the usual confidence. He rubbed the back of his neck again, a habit he had when he was nervous or unsure.

I narrowed my eyes, studying him closely. "Jungkook, what's going on? You're hiding something."

His jaw tightened for a moment, and I could see the internal battle he was fighting, trying to decide whether to tell me the truth or keep it to himself. After what felt like an eternity, he finally sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"I didn't want to worry you," he admitted quietly, his gaze finally meeting mine. "But something's been off lately. I've been getting these weird feelings, like we're being watched... even more than we already suspect."

His words sent a shiver down my spine. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." He hesitated again before continuing, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been seeing someone, following us. I haven't told anyone because I didn't have proof, and I didn't want to freak everyone out until I knew for sure."

I sat up straighter, my heart racing. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Jungkook looked at me, guilt etched on his face. "I didn't want to scare you. And I thought I could handle it on my own, but..." He trailed off, his eyes dark with concern. "I think it's getting worse. Tonight, I saw a shadow near the dorms. I couldn't catch them, but I know someone's watching us, Sena."

His confession made my stomach turn. The fear I'd been trying to suppress bubbled back up, stronger now with his admission. "Why didn't you tell Namjoon or the others?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"I- ," he said again, his hand squeezing mine. "I fvcking love you okay?And here, we're being hunted-" he was saying, nut his voice trailed off, "fvck it" He said.

I stared at him, my mind racing. Everything that had happened-the strange messages, the threats, the feeling of constantly being watched-it all suddenly felt more real, more dangerous..... and now- did he just- confess?!?!

He turned around, about to walk to his bed. "Jungkook, wait-" I said, holding his hand gently. "I-I think... no, I know that-that I love you too."

His eyes widened, surprise washing over his features, replacing the tension that had filled the room just moments before. For a heartbeat, we stood there, his hand warm in mine, the gravity of my words hanging between us.

"You... you love me?" Jungkook stammered, a mixture of disbelief and hope flickering in his gaze.

I nodded, feeling the weight of my confession settle into the air around us. "I've tried to ignore it, tried to push it away because of everything going on, but I can't. Not anymore." My heart raced as I spoke, every word laden with emotion. "I care about you, Jungkook. So much more than I thought I would, and I just..."

He took a step closer, his eyes searching mine as if he were trying to see the truth behind my words. "I thought I was the only one feeling this way," he admitted, a smile breaking through the surprise.

I could see relief flooding his expression, and I felt a warmth spread through me. "You were never alone," I replied softly.

Jungkook's hand tightened around mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "This... this changes everything," he said, his voice low and serious. "With what's happening around us, I don't want to put you in danger. But I also can't pretend that I don't want to be with you."

"I wanna be with you too..." I said with a soft smile.

I leaned in, my heart racing as our lips met softly, sending a rush of warmth through me. The kiss was tentative at first, almost like we were both testing the waters, but soon it deepened, becoming more passionate. I could feel Jungkook's warmth enveloping me, his hands gently cradling my face as if I were something precious.

Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in that moment. The worries of our lives outside this bubble faded away, replaced by the sweet connection we were forging. I melted against him, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to savor this feeling for as long as I could.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathless, Jungkook looked into my eyes, a mix of surprise and delight reflecting back at me.

His smile widened as he brushed a stray hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering against my skin. "So, what does this mean for us, cuz its clearly not another one of the earlier random kisses right?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. "I think it means we're more than just friends now," I replied, my voice steady despite the flutter in my stomach. "I mean, if you want that too."

"More than friends?" Jungkook echoed, his eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. "Yeah, I definitely want that."

A smile spread across my face at his words. "Okay, then it's settled."

But just as the weight of our newfound connection began to settle in, my mind flickered back to the chaos surrounding us-the kidnappings, the threats, and the unknown danger lurking in the shadows. "But... what about everything happening around us?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

Jungkook's expression shifted slightly, the playful glimmer in his eyes fading. "We'll deal with it. Together," he promised, his tone serious. "I won't let anything happen to you. We'll figure this out as a team."

I nodded, appreciating his resolve. "I just want to make sure we all are safe."

"Agreed," he said, squeezing my hand reassuringly. "But right now, let's not think about that. Let's just enjoy this moment."

I took a deep breath, trying to push aside the looming worries. "You're right. We can figure it out... Later."

With that, we leaned back in, our lips meeting again. This time, the kiss was more confident, filled with the promise of what was to come. The taste of his lips was sweet, and I found myself lost in the rhythm of our connection, the world outside fading into oblivion.

TIME SKIP

The next morning, the air in the dorm was thick with a sense of urgency as we all gathered in the common area. Yuki and Taesong had been found, but their experience was still fresh in everyone's minds. We needed to regroup and figure out our next steps.

As I sat next to Jungkook at the table, the rest of the team filled in around us, each of them exchanging worried glances. Namjoon, who had been trying to piece together everything that had happened, looked particularly stressed.

"Okay, everyone, we need to focus," he said, his voice steady but firm. "We need to know more about the place where Yuki and Taesong were held. We can't let this happen again."

"Yuki mentioned something about a dark room and water dripping from the pipes," I said, remembering what she had described. "Could it be the same place?"

"Could be," Namjoon replied, tapping his fingers on the table thoughtfully. "But we need to figure out where it is. We can't let the kidnapper get away with this."

As everyone started discussing possible leads, I noticed Jungkook's hand subtly squeeze mine under the table, a silent gesture of support. I glanced at him, and he offered me a reassuring smile.

"You told the others about the alleged stalker?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the sudden spike of anxiety coursing through me.

Jungkook's expression shifted, a mix of concern and frustration flashing across his face. "I didn't want to worry them too much," he replied, his voice low. "But now that we're here, I think we should."

I nodded, understanding his intention to protect the team, but the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air. "They need to know we're not just dealing with kidnappings; this is a personal threat."

"Exactly," Jungkook said, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "I'll tell them, but I need you to stay close. I don't want to put you in danger."

I felt a rush of warmth at his words but couldn't shake the feeling of dread that loomed over us. "I can handle myself, Jungkook. You know that."

"I know," he said, looking me in the eyes. "But I can't help worrying about you."

Before I could respond, we heard footsteps echoing from the entrance of the warehouse. My heart raced as I turned to see Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin approaching, their expressions a mixture of determination and apprehension.

TIME SKIP

"Let's get started," Yoongi said, his voice steady. "We need to find out if there's anything suspicious from the past few days."

As we settled in front of the monitors, I felt a rush of determination coursing through me. The answers were out there; we just had to find them before it was too late. I focused on the screens, scanning the footage for any signs of movement, while Yoongi toggled through the various cameras set up around the warehouse.

After a few minutes of silence, I leaned closer to the screen, narrowing my eyes at one of the feeds. "Wait... go back to that last clip," I said, my heart racing. "There was something... or someone."

Yoongi rewound the footage, and we watched closely as the screen flickered with the grainy image of a figure moving stealthily in the shadows. My breath caught in my throat as I pointed at the screen. "There! Do you see that?"

"Yeah, I see it," Yoongi replied, studying the figure intently. "It looks like they're trying to avoid the cameras. We need to enhance this footage."

As he worked on zooming in and sharpening the image, I felt a sense of urgency wash over me. "Who are you?" I muttered under my breath, staring at the mysterious figure. "What do you want?"

Once the image cleared up, I could make out a hooded figure, their face obscured. The sight sent a shiver down my spine. "We have to show this to the others," I said, my voice steady despite the rising tension.

"Let's do it," Yoongi said, looking resolute as he saved the footage. "We need to find out who this is before they strike again."

We rushed out of the security room, eager to share our discovery with the rest of the team. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel my heart racing as we approached Namjoon and Jimin, who had returned from their search.

"Did you find anything?" Namjoon asked, looking hopeful.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, holding up the tablet with the footage. "We found a figure in the cameras. They were sneaking around the warehouse."

"Show us," Jimin urged, leaning in closer.

As I played the clip for them, I could see their expressions change from curiosity to concern. "Who is that?" Namjoon asked, frowning.

"I don't know, but we need to find out before they make their next move," I said, my voice firm.

"We need to set up a plan," Yoongi suggested. "If this person is watching us, we can't let them get the upper hand."

"Right," Namjoon replied, his tone serious. "We need to be one step ahead. We'll track this person down and find out what they're after."

As we stood together, united in our purpose, I felt a surge of determination. We were a team, and together, we would uncover the truth. With Jungkook by my side and the support of the others, I knew we could face whatever challenges lay ahead. The game was just beginning, and we were ready to play.

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Long ass chapter hehe
But they're finallly together now!!! Yayyy!!

Edited : help I'm having a writer block!! 🥺