MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 3 Goodbye Under Threat
I didn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, his father's voice echoed back — Leave my son quietly... or watch your family pay for it.
By morning, my hands wouldn't stop shaking.
I blocked Jungkook's number before I could lose my nerve.
But he still found me.
The corridor outside the lockers was crowded with voices and footsteps. I was pulling out my books when his shadow fell over mine.
His tone was soft, confused, not angry — and that hurt worse.
He moved closer; I took a step back. My voice came out colder than I meant.
The words hung there, sharp and final.
He blinked, like the meaning didn't fit.
He laughed once — short, broken.
He searched my face, desperate.
My throat closed around the truth I couldn't say.
Then Jake's voice cut in from behind him.
He slung an arm around my shoulders — awkward, forced.
I didn't flinch. I couldn't.
Jungkook's expression shattered.
The words tasted like blood.
For a heartbeat, he just stared. Then he nodded, once — slow, like something inside him finally gave up.
He stepped back, voice low and steady.
He turned before I could fall apart.
Jake's hand dropped from my shoulder.