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Nowhere Left to Run

He came in fast, hood up, head down — and the little bell above your boutique door gave him away anyway. Jungkook, the Jungkook, is now standing between your vintage denim rack and a display of 1990s band tees, chest heaving, scanning your shop like it is a battlefield. Outside, the sound of sneakers slapping pavement is getting louder. You have exactly one decision to make before that crowd hits your window.