“No,” she gasped, turning back to Jungkook. “PIease,” she begged, her voice breaking. She grabbed his face this time, her fingers trembling as she shook him harder. “Wake up,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “Please… please wake up.”

The lock clicked. The ceII door creaked open.

Y/n didn’t know what happened to him. But she’d understood Jungkook wasn’t going to wake up, not now.

But she didn’t let go.

Instead, she clung to him tighter, wrapping her arms fully around his motionless body, pressing her small frame against his solid chest as if she could bury herself in his warmth.

Her fingers dug into his sk!n, her face pressed against him, her breath shaky.