I wasn’t going to let this break me. Jungkook was out there—somewhere—fighting to get to me. I had to believe that. I had to hold on to that hope, the only thing keeping me sane, that he would come for me, that he would save me like he always did.

And when he came, I would fight too. I’d fight for him, for us, for everything that had been ripped away from me in this nightmare. My heart pounded as I slowly pushed open the door, every muscle in my body tense and ready. The hallway stretched out in front of me, eerily silent and still. It was dead quiet, too quiet. I gulped, my throat painfully dry, the stale air sticking to my skin as a cold sweat formed on my brow.