MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 17 A Past That Refused to Stay Buried
He gives Y/N one last sharp glance — the kind that says "Remember your place" — then exits.
Jungkook and his father, JEON SANG-WOO, step in. The doors slide shut, enclosing them in a quiet, reflective space. For a few moments, neither speaks. The hum of the elevator fills the silence. Then—
Jungkook's brows tighten, a flicker of unease crossing his face.
The elevator dings softly — the doors slide open.
Jungkook exhales, conflicted.
Evening had settled over Seoul, Y/N stood by the sidewalk, phone in hand, waiting for her cab. The city hummed quietly — cars passing, wind carrying the faint sound of traffic lights clicking. Her phone buzzed.
A message from Hana.
Y/N smiled faintly, thumbs moving across the screen.
Another ping. Her ride app. "Your cab will arrive in 12 minutes."
She sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear, eyes still fixed on the glowing screen. The world beyond it blurred — headlights, shadows, the rhythm of the street.
Then—A roar. Tires screeching .A black car turned too fast around the corner, the sound slicing through the quiet night.
Y/N didn't look up. The headlights flared — closer, closer—And suddenly, a strong hand gripped her arm, yanking her backward.
Her phone slipped from her fingers as she stumbled into a solid chest — breath stolen, heart hammering.
The car shot past, missing by inches, the gust of air whipping her hair into her face.
For a heartbeat, everything was silent. Just her pulse and his breath. Then she looked up.
Jungkook. His jaw was tight, eyes burning with something between anger and fear. His hand was still locked around her wrist — too hard, too familiar.