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She for sure chose a crazy baby daddy for herself and she knew that she herself was a crazy woman, matching his craziness as she held her fingertips at the trigger, ready to be pulled at her own skull any given moment.

And then she called out to him,

"Aren't you a little too eager to die a dog's death, Jeon?"

Jungkook froze, the detonation device a heartbeat away. His world tilted.

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice a cracked whisper.

She stepped into the light, revealing eyes that held the coldness of winter. "I came to stop you," she said, her voice a low growl.

He feigned surprise. "Stop me? What are you talking about? This is just a routine drill." His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic tattoo of fear.

Her lips curled into a sneer. "A drill, huh? Jimin wouldn't send you on a drill to Moscow, Jungkook. He sent you to destroy this thing." Her voice was ice, sharp and unforgiving.

The lie choked in his throat. Panic, raw and exposed, clawed at him. How could she know?

She closed the distance between them, her breath a cold mist against his face. "I know everything, Jungkook. And if you think you're going to throw your life away for some damn mission, think again. You're not a martyr, you're a fool." Her voice was a whiplash, sharp and brutal.

Resignation settled over Jungkook like a heavy shroud. He was trapped, cornered by a ticking clock and a woman who knew too much.

The detonation device, once a symbol of hope, now felt like a noose. He looked at Y/N, the gun steady in her hand, and forced a calm he didn't feel.

"Y/N, please. Put the gun down," his voice was a whisper, a stark contrast to the chaos brewing within him. "You don't have to do this."

Her laughter was like ice shattering. "Oh, really? And how exactly do you propose I stop this madness, Jungkook? By wishing it went away on it's own? Or maybe you'll teleport me home after you've turned into a pile of ash."

Desperation sharpened his tone. "I promise, I'll find a way to stop this. I'll be there, I swear it. Just trust me." His voice was laced with urgency, a desperate gamble for time.

"Trust you?" She scoffed, the disbelief palpable. "Trust you to do what, exactly? Sacrifice yourself for the greater good? Or maybe you'll just waltz in here, disarm me, and then proceed to save the world single-handedly?"

Jungkook's voice hardened. "There is no other way, Y/N. This is the only way to stop it. To save the world." His words were a desperate plea, a final stand against the inevitable.

She scoffed, her eyes flashing with anger. "Oh, really? You're the expert now, are you? Maybe you should crack open a thermodynamics book again. There's a way to neutralize this thing without turning yourself into human fireworks."

Perplexity etched itself on Jungkook's face. "What are you talking about?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice low and intense. "It involves the Arctic ice-"

Before she could elaborate, the piercing wail of sirens shattered the tense silence.

The echoes bounced off the cold, hard walls, a stark reminder of their precarious position.

A voice, deep and authoritative, cut through the noise.

"I know you're in there, Jungkook Jeon and Y/N Kim. You've been trespassing on restricted military property. Come out with your hands up!" It was Robert Silvia, his voice carrying the weight of authority and menace.

Panic seized Jungkook like a tidal wave. Y/N couldn't be here.

Not now.

Not with Silvia closing in. .

The consequences were too dire. If Silvia found Y/N here, she would be executed for trespassing special military area under Russian law.

And worse, the Phoenix, this weapon of unimaginable power, would fall into the wrong hands.

Without a second thought, Jungkook grabbed Y/N, his grip tight and desperate.

He pushed her towards the door, his voice a hoarse whisper, "Go! Now!"

Y/N stumbled back, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. "Jungkook, what are you--"

He cut her off, his voice rising in urgency. "Just go! Please!" His eyes pleaded with her, a silent plea for her survival.

With a final, desperate shove, he sent her tumbling out of the room. He turned back, his heart pounding in his ears. He had to act fast. He moved to the high-tech control panel, his fingers flying across the touchscreen. A single, fatal mistake and it would all be over.

"Jungkook, no!" Y/N's voice echoed through the room, her words filled with a desperate plea. She lunged forward, her hand reaching for the door just as the heavy titanium door began its descent.

Jungkook's eyes were fixed on the control panel, his mind racing. He could feel the heat of the weapon starting to build, a slow, insidious burn.

He sent a final, desperate glance at Y/N, her face a mask of terror and disbelief.

"If not in this world, maybe in another," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"We'll meet again, for sure." A single tear escaped his eye, a silent farewell to the life he was leaving behind.

With trembling hands, he initiated the final sequence. The room seemed to vibrate with anticipation, the air growing heavy with the promise of destruction.

Y/N's scream was a mournful cry, a desperate plea against the encroaching darkness.

She threw her entire weight against the door, but it was futile. The titanium barrier was closing, inch by inch, sealing her fate with his.

Her mind raced.

She understood now.

Jungkook had chosen to sacrificed himself to destroy the weapon.

He had chosen death over letting her fall into the hands of the Russians and the world into the hands of the Phoenix.

He chose to sacrifice himself, for her and for the world.

Anger, grief, and a profound sense of loss washed over her.

"Fulfill your dream of being with me in this life only!" she shouted, her voice filled with a bitter defiance.

The door was almost closed when, with a final surge of adrenaline, she managed to slip through the narrowing gap.

The door clicked shut behind her, the world falling silent for a moment.

Then, the roar of the weapon began, a sound that shook the very foundation of the building.

The world seemed to implode as the Phoenix roared to life. Its power was a monstrous, hungry beast, consuming the room in a blinding light and deafening sound.

"Jungkook, stop it! We can't do this now!" Her voice was filled with a desperation that matched the escalating crisis. "It's three lives, not one!"

Jungkook froze, the world narrowing down to Y/N's words.

His fingers hovered over the control panel, a battle raging within him. Y/N, and the baby?

His mind reeled.

He slammed his hand down on the abort sequence, the machine whirring to a halt. The room was plunged into an eerie silence, broken only by the rapid thumping of his heart.

Anger erupted within him, a tidal wave of fury crashing over his senses. "You idiot!" he roared, his voice raw with disbelief. "Now we're trapped! We can't get out of here, and the world is still in danger!"

She quickly pressed her earpiece, speaking urgently to her brother.

"Taehyung, it's time for some bombs to blast, brother," she said, her voice carrying an edge of arrogance.

"On it, sister," Taehyung's voice crackled back through the earpiece.

Y/n reached into her bag, pulling out a small, ball-like object. She looked at Jungkook, her eyes fierce with determination. "We are not going down without a fight."

She threw the object towards the ceiling. As it collided with the roof, she screamed into her earpiece, "NOW!"

Jungkook shielded Y/n with his body as the explosion rocked the room. Dust and debris filled the air, but the immediate danger was averted. They coughed, trying to clear their lungs and regain their bearings.

Jungkook looked at Y/n, a mix of amazement and disbelief in his eyes. "What did you just do?"

Y/n smiled grimly. "We're not done yet, Jungkook. We're getting out of here, and we're going to stop Pheonix together."

She fumbled in her bag and found some coiled ropes.

With a surge of adrenaline, she yanked them out, the rough material scraping against her skin. The ropes were long and sturdy, equipment she'd insisted on carrying, a premonition of this exact moment gnawing at her subconscious.

With a swift underhand throw, she hurled one end of the rope upward. It soared through the air, the weight of the metal mast attached to its end pulling it towards the ceiling.

With a satisfying thunk, the mast embedded itself firmly into the burnt edges of the roof, holding the rope taut.

"Jungkook, get that!" she shouted, her voice barely audible over the growing chaos.

Jungkook's eyes followed her desperate plea. His gaze landed on the Pheonix weapon.

Packed with uranium and equipped with multiple deployment channels, it was a lethal marvel of nanotechnology.

With a grimace, Jungkook scooped up the Phoenix weapon. Its weight pulled at his arm, but he ignored the strain.

Jungkook, his face a mask of grim determination, stood below her, one hand braced against the wall, the other gently cradling her burgeoning belly. His eyes held a mix of worry and fierce protectiveness.

The rope burned against her palms, but she ignored the discomfort. With every upward pull, the distance between her and the treacherous room below shrank.

Jungkook's steady grip on her belly provided a reassuring anchor, grounding her as she climbed higher and higher.

Finally, she reached the top, her lungs burning. With a final heave, she pulled herself onto the flat, concrete surface of the stockpile room.

She turned to help Jungkook, her voice hoarse with exertion. "Hurry," she gasped, extending a hand.

The weight of the Phoenix weapon pressed into his palm, a cold, hard reminder of their precarious situation.

As they sprinted towards the back of the stockpile facility, a guard, his face etched with suspicion, emerged from the shadows.

Y/n's face, pale and drawn, mirrored his own fear. She fumbled for something within her bag, her movements frantic.

Jungkook's breath hitched in his throat. He couldn't afford a physical altercation. He was no match for the guard's brute strength, not in this state.

"My dear," he said, his voice low and steady, belied by the chaos around them, "I believe this situation calls for a more...refined approach."

His gaze flickered to the guard, a cold, calculating glint in his eyes. "Hand me that piece of yours. I'd like to showcase my gunmanship."

His tone was laced with arrogance, a calculated gamble to intimidate the guard.

The guard, a burly man with a sneer curling his lips, scoffed. "You, with a gun? Kid, you look like you've never even held one." His voice was thick with contempt.

Jungkook smirked, his arrogance undeterred. "Ignorance is bliss, my friend. But trust me, when this piece of metal meets its target, you'll wish you'd kept your mouth shut."

He paused, his eyes narrowing. "Or perhaps you'd prefer a more...hands-on demonstration?" His voice dripped with menace.

Are you sure about this, Jungkook?" Y/N's voice was a whisper.

A self-assured smirk played on his lips. "Relax, Y/N," he said, his voice low and comforting, or so he intended. "It's just a bunch of guards. I can handle them with my eyes closed."

A shiver ran down Y/N's spine, but not from fear. It was a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

Jimin indeed made Jungkook a lethal gunman.

The facility was a maelstrom of chaos. Alarms wailed, the sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the corridors.

Jungkook and Y/N navigated the labyrinthine building, their movements a blur of efficiency. The Phoenix weapon, a sleek, pulsating device, was clutched tightly in Jungkook's hands.

As they burst out of the back entrance, a phalanx of guards blocked their escape. Jungkook, his eyes narrowed with deadly focus, raised his weapon.

A series of rapid-fire shots erupted, each bullet finding its mark with chilling precision.

Guards tumbled, their screams swallowed by the din of battle. Y/N, heart pounding, covered his flanks, her own weapon spitting fire.

They sprinted towards a taxi they hailed just now, a black blur against the night. The tires screeching as they peeled away from the facility.

The taxi door slammed shut with a muffled thud, the city's nocturnal symphony seeping into the confined space. The driver, a grizzled man with eyes that held the weight of countless city nights, turned around, his voice a gravelly question, "Where to?"

Y/N's reply was immediate, "Railway station."

Jungkook leaned in, his voice a hushed whisper, "Railway station? Not the airport? We should head back to Seoul!"

Y/N's response was swift, her tone laced with a quiet determination. "We don't have passports, Jungkook. And with this much uranium on us,the airport is a death trap. We'll be raw meat for the hungry security beasts."

A low growl escaped Jungkook's lips, a testament to his frustration. But he knew she was right. "You've got a point," he conceded, his voice rough.

"But where from the railway station?", he asked.

Y/N returned his intense gaze, her lips curving into a wry smile. "First stop, a place to say goodbye to our little Phoenix friend."

Y/N's fingers danced across the keyboard, the trans-Siberian railtrack tickets dancing on the screen.

Jungkook, his gaze fixed on her intense concentration, broke the silence. "St. Petersburg? Why there?"

Y/N met his eyes, her expression a mix of determination and calculation. "From St. Petersburg, we have direct access to the Baltic Sea. Once we're on international waters, we're beyond Russia's reach."

A flicker of admiration crossed Jungkook's face. "You've thought this through, haven't you?"

She nodded, a small, wry smile playing on her lips. "I did, once I realized you were serious about ending your life. I needed a plan, a way out. This is it."

A/n : Reference of their travel :

Moscow to St. Petersburg

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The railway station was a cacophony of sound and motion, a chaotic ballet of humanity. People rushed, their faces a mask of urgency.

But for Jungkook, the only focus was the woman beside him.

"Hurry, Jungkook!" she urged, her voice a breathless whisper amidst the station's clamor. Her eyes, wide with fear and determination, scanned the crowd.

"We need to get on that train before Silvia's people seal the borders of Moscow!"

Jungkook found himself simply watching her. There was a grace in her chaos, a strength in her vulnerability that captivated him.

The train rumbled to life, its departure a symphony of iron and steam. Jungkook and Y/N found their cabin, a small, confined space that was suddenly the universe.

The Phoenix weapon, a silent, menacing presence, was tucked away in a hidden compartment, a constant reminder of their precarious situation.

Y/N finally caught her breath. The adrenaline rush that had propelled them through the chaos of the station was beginning to subside.

Her gaze met Jungkook's, and for the first time, she saw him truly see her. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, were filled with a raw emotion she couldn't quite decipher.

He had never known a love like this. Gumeun's care had been a mother's instinct which he got in the name of love.

But Y/N's concern was different. It was a conscious choice, a defiance of logic and reason.

She knew what he was, what he was capable of, and yet, she risked everything to save him.

A wave of something akin to gratitude washed over him. It was a foreign emotion, one he was unaccustomed to.

But in that moment, as the train carried them away from the danger, he realized that perhaps, just perhaps, he was not entirely alone in this world.

Jungkook was the first to break the silence. His voice, when it came, was a mere whisper, carrying the weight of unspoken words. "Why me? Why you chose to save me?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and laden with self-loathing. He had expected anger, resentment, perhaps even indifference. But not the sharp intake of breath that escaped Y/N's lips.

She turned to face him, her eyes filled with a complex mixture of pity and something akin to sorrow. "Because, Jungkook," she began, her voice steady, "every life has value, no matter the darkness that surrounds it."

His heart clenched. Darkness. That was what he was. A void, an abyss. Yet, she was trying to pull him out, to illuminate the shadows within.

"You could have let me die," he persisted, his voice barely audible. "After everything I did to you."

Y/N scoffed, a sound that was both bitter and liberating. "Is that what you truly believe about yourself? That you are incapable of redemption?"

The words cut deep, a sharp blade against his exposed soul.

He had always seen himself as a monster, a creature without a heart. But in her eyes, he saw something different.

A flicker of hope, perhaps.

Or maybe, just maybe, something resembling compassion.

"I cared about you, Jungkook," she said, her voice softer now. "Even that night at the party."

The memory of that night flashed before his eyes. His arrogance, his cruelty. He had shattered her, and yet, she was offering him care.

A wave of shame washed over him. How could he have been so blind? How could he have hurt someone who cared for him so deeply?

"I don't deserve your kindness," he murmured, his voice barely a breath.

Y/N reached out and took his hand, her touch gentle and reassuring. "You deserve to live, Jungkook."

Jungkook hesitated, his mind racing. He wanted to tell her everything, to bare his soul. But the words caught in his throat. He started, "I... I did something terrible to Jimin..."

Before he could continue, Y/N cut him off. "I know, Jungkook." Her voice was soft, yet firm.

Shock registered on Jungkook's face. "How?"

"Hoseok told me," she replied simply.

A heavy silence descended upon the cabin. Jungkook nodded slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. A bitter taste filled his mouth. "So, this is pity?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"It's not pity, Jungkook," Y/N said, her voice steady.

"Your heart, it exists. It's just been encased in ice, a fortress built by Jimin to protect you from his own demons. But beneath that frozen exterior, there's a warmth, a kindness. It's the blood of Gumeun flowing through your veins."

She paused, her gaze intense. "A man who would willingly sacrifice himself for his brother's mistake is not a man who deserves to die. He deserves to live, to heal, to love."

"Who would love me?" Jungkook asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Heal me? I've never known a woman, not truly. Gumeun was like a mother, but Hana... she was nothing but a toy for dad."

Bitterness laced his voice as he spoke of his mother. "No father's love. No love at all. The only love I knew was for Jimin, and it was a love built on fear and obedience."

Y/N listened, her heart aching for him. She knew he was hurting, and his words were a desperate cry for understanding. "Jungkook, you deserve love. You deserve to be loved unconditionally, without fear or judgment."

Jungkook scoffed, a bitter sound. "Love? That's a fairytale. I've lived in a world of shadows, Y/N. Where every action, every breath is calculated. Where emotions are a liability."

Y/N reached out and took his hand, her touch gentle. "The world you've built is a prison, Jungkook. But there's a world outside, filled with colors and warmth. A world where love exists, where people care."

"I don't believe in that world," he replied, his voice filled with despair.

"I know it's hard to believe," Y/N said softly. "But it's real. And it's waiting for you. You just have to let it in."

Jungkook pulled his hand away, his eyes filled with a storm of emotions. "I don't know how to let it in," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/N took a deep breath. "It starts with you, Jungkook. With believing that you deserve it. That you are worthy of love."

Then, unexpectedly, the words spilled out of him. "Can I... Can I love you?" His voice was small, filled with vulnerability.

Y/N was taken aback. Her eyes widened in surprise.

His words were a desperate plea, raw and unfiltered. A child lost in a labyrinth, offering everything he possessed. There was no nuance, no subtlety in his declaration.

Just a blunt, unwavering promise.

"I'll love you any way you want," he said, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and determination. It was the voice of a boy who had stumbled upon a treasure and feared losing it.

He spoke of love as if it were a tangible object he could mold and shape to her desire. A naivete clung to his words, a stark contrast to the intensity of his emotions.

His eyes darted towards her belly, the baby in there arose a different kind of fear in him.

A fear that she will leave him for someone else.

"I don't know who the father is, Y/N. I don't care. All I know is that this little life is growing inside you, and I feel... a need to protect it. To love it." His fingers traced imaginary shapes on her belly, his touch gentle.

"I know it's crazy, maybe even selfish, but I already feel like a father. Like I've been given a responsibility. And I want to fulfill it, no matter what." His eyes met hers, pleading. "Please, let me be there for you. For both of you."

He was a wounded animal, offering unconditional love and protection. "I'll do anything, Y/N. Anything you ask. I'll be a shadow, a friend, a father figure. Just... just don't push me away."

He reached for her hand, his touch trembling. "I promise to love you and this baby more than anything in the world. Just... stay." His voice cracked, a stark contrast to the unwavering determination he had displayed moments ago.

Y/N's heart ached as she looked at Jungkook. His eyes, filled with such raw vulnerability, mirrored a soul untouched by true love.

Tears welled up in her eyes. "Jungkook," she began softly, her voice trembling, "what do you think love is?" Her hand gently brushed through his hair, a soothing gesture.

"Do you think you have to be perfect, to fit into a mold, to be loved?"

Y/N's mind raced. She saw a young boy, desperate for approval, for love, mirroring the conditional love he had experienced.

A love built on fear and obedience, not on mutual respect and understanding. It was a heartbreaking realization.

Her heart went out to him, a profound empathy washing over her. She saw a young boy, desperate for approval, for acceptance, for a love that was unconditional and pure.

Yet, his understanding of love was clouded by the distorted image he had been shown. A love that demanded perfection, conformity, and a constant fear of loss.

Jungkook's grip tightened around her hand, his knuckles turning white. His voice, when it came, was a mere whisper, filled with uncertainty.

"I... I don't know," he confessed, his eyes downcast. "I just know that I'm afraid of losing you. Afraid of losing this baby. So I'll do anything. Be anyone. Just... please don't leave me."

His words were a desperate plea, a stark contrast to the usually confident facade he presented.

She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, gently wiping away a stray tear.

"Jungkook," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. Her touch was tender, a silent promise of comfort.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and longing. "You're the only one who's ever loved me without expecting anything in return," he confessed, his voice barely audible. "Please, don't leave me."

"I won't," she promised, her voice firm. "I'm not going anywhere, Jungkook. I'm here to stay."

Her eyes held a depth of conviction that surprised even herself. She saw beyond the facade, the broken pieces of a man yearning to be whole.

And she felt a powerful urge to mend him, to piece him back together with the gentle touch of unconditional love.

She would show him what true love meant, a love that didn't demand perfection, but embraced flaws.

A love that nurtured growth, not control.

It would be a long journey, filled with challenges, but she was ready to face them all. For in that moment, she realized that healing him was not just a responsibility but a sacred duty.

Their faces were inches apart, their breaths mingling in a sweet, intoxicating dance. Jungkook's eyes, once filled with uncertainty, now held a fervent desire that was both innocent and intense.

"Can I?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. In that moment, the world narrowed down to just the two of them. With a gentle nod, she answered him.

Their lips met in a soft, almost hesitant touch. It was a kiss as delicate as a butterfly's wing, a whisper of emotion that carried the innocence of first love.

Jungkook's world seemed to pause, as if he were experiencing something magical for the first time. His eyes closed, and he surrendered to the moment, his emotional state as pure and untouched as a child's.

The kiss deepened slightly, a gentle pressure that carried the promise of something more, yet still imbued with the wonder of a newly discovered emotion.

The kiss was a tender bloom, cut short by a jarring jolt. The train screeched to an abrupt halt, the world tilting for a breathless moment.

Jungkook and Y/N pulled apart, their eyes wide with surprise. The intimate bubble they'd created shattered under the intrusion of reality.

A voice, amplified through the train's speakers, cut through the stunned silence. "Passengers, please remain calm. The train has stopped due to an urgent inspection by the Russian police. We apologize for the inconvenience."

Jungkook's hand instinctively reached for the gun tucked into his waistband. His eyes, once soft with desire, hardened into steel.

Y/N saw the familiar shift, the transformation into the cold, calculated killer. A grimace tugged at her lips. It'd be a hard road to make him unlearn the language of violence.

With a swift movement, she disarmed him, her fingers closing around the gun before he could react. Jungkook's eyes widened in protest, but Y/N shushed him with a stern look.

"Put it away, Jungkook," she said, her voice low and carrying an unexpected authority.

"Sometimes, our mind can play better wars than the weapons themselves. And we shall use it this time.". ....A/n: Liked the chapter?