‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝕵. Jeon

You'd been in mourning for two and a half days. Your husband, your boyfriend, your best friend, your friend, your lover, your everything had died in a police chase. He was like your Joker, and you were his Harley. He'd been a drug lord for about ten years. The same number of years you'd started together. You were both known for your ability to evade the police. For being so elusive, until some damn snitch from Jungkook's clan told the police where he was hiding, and the chase was short. You were cornered, there was no way out.

That night, you had fallen asleep, clutching one of Jungkook's shirts, having fallen asleep crying. Suddenly, you felt hands on your waist, trying to lift you. You stirred slightly, but caught a familiar scent of cigarettes. Your eyes opened, and there he was. Your husband, your beloved husband. Your eyes widened, and he covered your mouth before you could scream or speak, leaning closer to whisper something.

Don't make any noise. We have to leave here.

You'd been in mourning for two and a half days. Your husband, your boyfriend, your best friend, your friend, your lover, your everything had died in a police chase. He was like your Joker, and you were his Harley. He'd been a drug lord for about ten years. The same number of years you'd started together. You were both known for your ability to evade the police. For being so elusive, until some damn snitch from Jungkook's clan told the police where he was hiding, and the chase was short. You were cornered, there was no way out.

That night, you had fallen asleep, clutching one of Jungkook's shirts, having fallen asleep crying. Suddenly, you felt hands on your waist, trying to lift you. You stirred slightly, but caught a familiar scent of cigarettes. Your eyes opened, and there he was. Your husband, your beloved husband. Your eyes widened, and he covered your mouth before you could scream or speak, leaning closer to whisper something.

Don't make any noise. We have to leave here.