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Kim Namjoon was one of the brightest young minds to have ever graced the halls of your university. You were sure of it. Your life at the time had consisted of Dorm parties, free alcohol, the cheapest fast food you could scrape up enough money to buy, and being up to your fucking elbows in LSAT study guides. 

It was during one of those study sessions that Kim Namjoon wandered into your life, changing it forever. You had been studying for an upcoming exam in your Honors Literature class. 

“Why the fuck did I take an Honors course when C’s get degrees?”  You grumbled to yourself.

 You had assumed no one would hear you, all of the students around you were immersed in their own studies with headphones on. The sound of a quiet giggle broke your concentration, turning to the source you were met with the broad shoulders of a clumsy nerd. 

“SHH” you whisper yelled, placing your finger in front of your lips akin to an old librarian.

 The man’s dimples popped out in full force as he tried to silence himself, his eyes squinted shut as he attempted to quell his laughter. This, in turn, only caused him to laugh harder and it wasn’t long before you were joining in and the real librarian shooed both of you away. Her anger was justified as her words fell upon deaf ears when she chased you both out. Your laughter did not subside until you were both outside and able to take deep breaths of the fresh air. 

“Y-y/n,” you managed between gasps; your body was hunched over as you tried to catch your breath again. 

Sticking your hand straight out, the lanky boy grabbed it. His eyes bright as he watched you slowly straighten yourself out.

 “N-Namjoon.” He gasped breathlessly as he cleared his throat.

He made eye contact with you, his eyes searching your face, almost as if he were gauging your reaction to his name. When you showed no reaction, his dimpled smile made a brilliant return. 

When you found out Namjoon was in your college courses, both of you sat, walked and studied together. You found that with Namjoon there was never a dull moment. You even found yourself introducing him to Yoongi, your childhood friend who had inspired you to begin your path into law. 

Their conversations were riveting and intellectual. Eventually, it evolved into late-night dinners and sleepovers. It was unspoken, but neither of you wanted anything more from each other than platonic intimacy. Your friendship was one built on a foundation of love and trust. There was no better friend than Kim Namjoon; you were certain of it.

 If there was one thing that could have changed the course of your friendship, it was the one thing Namjoon had warned you about from the very beginning.

He'd always known that he would be in an arranged marriage. Something he had explained to you once, on a late night after you had both come back from a local bar. He’d been elbows deep in women and men throwing themselves at him. That night, you spent a better part of your downtime watching him sheepishly stutter and blush as they whispered into his ear. 

Something about it irked you, as any true best friend would; you stood to cock-block him. If you weren’t getting any play, neither would he.

You pretended to drunkenly stumble up to him and loudly call him a cheater. To the curious onlooker, you seemed to be his disgruntled girlfriend; to the regular bartenders, they had seen you sulking all night as they passed you drinks paid for by his suitors, laughing as they watched you get wasted and annoyed as he got all the attention.

 He carried you as you stumbled away with him outside. With the crisp night air hitting your skin, you could feel the drinks catching up with you. He thanked you, and you reluctantly accepted it, grumbling. You made an offhanded remark about how unaware he was of his beauty.

Namjoon was quiet for a moment, neither of you making any sound. The autumn leaves tumbled across the ground, filling the uncomfortable air between you both.  Just when you couldn't stand the silence any longer,  he opened his mouth. It was one of the first times he had ever voluntarily told you anything about himself.  

That night, he drunkenly confessed to you that he never dated because he knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. He was bound to his father’s word, and for the sake of his family, he would treat whoever his father chose as the precious person he'd waited for his entire life.

Although you couldn’t relate to sacrificing your life for your family, that was the night you realized Namjoon’s kindness wasn’t unintentional. It was a deliberate choice he made over and over again, even when it cost him something.

So when he invited you for dinner at your favorite spot a year later, you instinctively knew the moment had finally come.

 He’d taken a sip of his beer before speaking, gearing himself up for his big news.

“Her name is Haemin Choi” He said, lifting his eyes to gauge your reaction. 

Your face remained blank as you stared at the sizzling meat before you. The small pieces of pork belly holding your attention more than the conversation. He snapped his fingers in your face. 

“Hello, Earth to Y/N!” You swiped his fingers away from your face.

“I heard you Joon, you contractually trapped a poor, beautiful woman to wash your crusty socks and undies forever. Congrats.” You said, unimpressed. 

Namjoon’s lips thinned into a straight line, his dimples on full display as he shook his head in annoyance. 

“I’m being serious Y/N. This is no different from any other task my family has given me. So I’m going to put my all into my love life as well.” 

He looked up at you, eyes pleading for understanding, hoping you understood what he was trying to convey. As always, you smiled softly and squeezed his hand. No words were said, but his shoulders relaxed.

He couldn’t bring himself to resent Haemin. They were both victims of their parents' greed.

As his attention shifted, your friendship changed, but the care remained. You expected to see a love filled with obligation, something you had grown accustomed to by watching your own parents and their way of expressing love towards you and each other.

Instead, you saw something that completely changed your warped perceptions.

You saw Namjoon choose her every day until that choice became love. Haemin loved him just as fiercely, and somewhere in the middle of that transformation, she became your friend too.

She was just as quiet and hollow as Namjoon had been when you first met him. Haemin had never even ordered her own food before. The first time the three of you went out together, she'd whispered her order to Namjoon instead of the waiter. 

You'd chuckled just loud enough to make her look your way. She glanced at you nervously, wringing her fingers in shame, cheeks tinged a slight pink color. 

“Haemin” You said softly, catching her attention as you slid the menu back into her hands.

"Again," you'd said.

She frowned, looking up between you and Namjoon confused. You tilted your head to the man waiting patiently with a small notebook in hand. 

"To him this time."

It took three tries before she managed it without looking at Namjoon for help. The grin she'd worn afterward was blinding. What had started as an arrangement slowly turned into a small, loud circle of people who genuinely enjoyed one another’s company. And while love for you never felt urgent, you had become content living vicariously through them as their supporting cast.

Then the seasons changed, graduation crept closer, and in your final year of college, you finally learned who Kim Namjoon really was.

It was on a rare night when you had called him to come over. Other than passing each other between classes and exchanging shitty memes, he hadn't really seen you in weeks.

You were dressed in the same shirt and sweats he’d seen you in at the beginning of the week; your hair was greasy and in disarray, and your glasses were barely concealing the bags under your eyes. Papers, takeout containers, and empty energy drinks crowded the floor around the couch, which had all but disappeared beneath a nest of blankets and pillows.

He looked over at your tear-stained face. 

“Joon, I-I..” 

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. He'd never seen you like this. Usually, it was you pulling him from his textbooks, helping him clean his apartment, and bringing over home cooked food when you suspected he hadn't eaten properly in days.

“Y/N?” He said softly, stepping into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

Without another word, you broke down. Finals, the bitter sting of rejection letters, and months of bottled up fear spilled out of you all at once. Namjoon crossed the room immediately, wrapping his arms around you before you could apologize for crying.

You both stayed that way for a few minutes, taking in the moment. It wasn’t until you buried your face into his shoulder in shame that he finally let go. He stepped back first, quickly wiping away the tears gathered at the corners of his own eyes.

“Sorry, man. So much shit has been going on.”

“I can see that.” He said with a bright dimpled smile as he swiped his foot across the floor. The cans clinked along. 

You gave a thin lipped smile as you made your way to your kitchen, getting two drinks for you both. Tossing one to him, he caught it and moved the blankets aside, sitting down, he tilted his head and spoke gently.

“This isn’t like you y/n, what's going on?” 

Your face fell, tears welling up again. 

“Take your time,” He said softly. 

 You bit your trembling lip and with a shaky voice, you spilled your guts to him. Something you rarely did, but years of pent up frustrations and sadness flooded the room. Insecurities over the future beyond college, what would become of you both after graduation, how your internship applications were being rejected despite your accolades, and how your evil professor kept dumping more work onto you knowing you were in the middle of preparing for your thesis. 

Namjoon listened without interrupting, nodding along even when your words dissolved into tears. As he sat there, he realized that somewhere between late-night study sessions and cheap dinners, you'd become the one place in his life that asked nothing of him. You'd never pried into his vague answers or questioned the family waiting for him beyond campus.

To you, he had always been just Namjoon, a fellow law student, an idiot who lost his keys twice a week, and your best friend. You’d become a precious constant in his life, a safe place, someone who reminded him that he was a person outside of the role his family pushed on him. 

Namjoon watched you for a long moment, his eyes soft as he quietly decided to let go of the secret he'd spent years keeping.

“Y/n” You looked up, eyes bleary behind your glasses.

“Yeah?” 

"I-I think it's time I told you who my family really is."

He hesitated for a moment, as if debating his next words. 

  “Come work for my father’s firm.” 

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“Hand these in” you told him, tossing the task of papers that soon scattered on his desk. 

“I'm not in charge of that” he replied back, not even looking in your direction or even fixing the papers you messed up. 

He never makes things easy for you. It’s a pain in the ass to do projects with such a person like him. To think you have to correct the work he does and he doesn’t even have the decency to even hand it in? Asshole.

Yeah you understand he does the majority of the work. He is the one that takes all the pictures and edits each one of them. But you were the one that wrote paragraphs over paragraphs. Talking about the products being launched and how they work.

You spent days working on it. Around more than twenty pages, which weren’t even all of them. You physically had to shorten it down. 

And he has the audacity to act like this? Oh you will rip him apart.

“Well now you are, hand it in” you said, turning away from his desk as you started walking away from him.

You could care one fuck for how many times he called you. Telling you he wasn’t going to hand it in. However you knew he would hand it in. He has done it so many times, and well you aren’t going to hand it in.

It’s not childish what you are doing, you have things to do. Other works to check, other articles and slides to make. You are way too busy for you to go and explain the entire project to your boss. 

A project both you and Jungkook sadly worked on. He can hand it in and explain it all in the process. That’s the minimun he can do.

“What’s with you!? I have work to do as well!” he exclaimed, as he walked over to your desk. He slammed his hand on your desk. Something that made you look up at him.

“Not my problem, at least do that” you said, turning your monitor back on as he groaned in anger. 

“You think so highly of yourself don’t you?” he barked back, something that made you look up at him. Your eyes showed ‘don’t care’ but also annoyed. 

You don’t think highly of yourself. That isn’t even the case, the problem is that he doesn’t want to hand in things. You always do it, and he’s always the one off the hook. 

It’s always you the one presenting the projects to your boss, it’s you putting all the information onto the articles and it’s you who ends up not taking all the credit even though you deserve it.

He gets praised even when he does the bare minimun.

Yet he’s still mad? Unbelieve.

“No actually, but I should” you said, looking back at your monitor as you started logging into your computer. 

But before you knew it, you felt his hand on your wrist. And soon enough he pulled you up from your chair, dragging you with one hand as he had the stack of papers on the other one. 

How petty can one be?

“Are you kidding me!?” you exclaimed, as he didn’t let your hand go. The grip of his hand on yours was too tight.

Once you both reached the big black doors, he gave it a soft knock as an answer was quick to be heard.

It only took a ‘come in’ for him to drag you inside. It was too late for you to say anything, or to try to fight him back. Not when your boss was looking at the two of you. 

He did let go of your hand once you both reached inside, just so it wouldn’t look weird and there wouldn’t be any misunderstanding. Which you didn’t even want honestly.

“Jungkook and Y/n? What’s the surprise?” your boss said, as he looked over to you and then back at Jungkook. 

Without much to say, Jungkook handed the papers to him. Something that he immediately started looking over.

“We are here to represent the new project” Jungkook announced, as he looked over to you. Glaring at you with such a hateful look, one you immediately gave him 

He dislikes you just as much as you dislike him. It will always be that way. It’s the way you both choose it for yourselves.

And it hasn’t changed for years.

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“Okay, you can both stop glaring at each other now” Jimin laughed, as you both didn’t even acknowledge what he said at all.

Let’s say that after you and Jungkook talked to your boss about the project and how everything was done. It only took a good job from him for you both to hurry outside and work on the pending works you both had.

Of course there were some curses, some ugly glares and some talked behind the back that you both did. But there wasn’t much communication after, not that there ever is between the two of you.

You both barely even talk when it comes to doing projects. He just knows what part to do and you know yours. So it’s mostly individual work.

Other than that there has never been a full conversation between the two of you, or just a conversation in general. 

It’s weird to describe where you stand with Jungkook because there has never been anything, you could never get on his good side and he could never get into yours. It’s weird but you both never did anything about that. 

So it became normal for you to just stay the way you are. 

But the reason you both are staring at each other in such a hateful way right now was because you both had to sit on the same table. In the same apartment, with the same friends.

It’s a little funny to say. But when it comes to your friends, you love them, you adore both of them. Jimin is that sweet kind hearted person you first met in your first year of college. Which has been years since then.

And Taehyung is bold, funny, and just as nice as well. Which you also met him in your first year of college, through Jimin. They both became your best friends in a matter of days. 

But there was something that they both missed when it came to sharing things. Let’s say they totally ignored the fact of another horrible person that was involved with them. 

With them also came Jungkook. A person who you never got along with. At first you both didn’t talk. Yes you both would be in the same room with the same friends, but there was no communication between the two of you.

It went on like that, no communication or even some smiles. You both were just strangers. But over time that changed. Once you both graduated college and accidentally got into the same job environment, things got more heated.

This sort of brough disrespect between the two of you, and even started showing this anger on both sides. It was sort of unexplainable. But you hated having him around, something about him wasn’t to your suiting.

And well it started with glares, then it was bad talking, and now it’s both. It just started and now it doesn’t stop. There’s no reason for you both to be friends, you both haven’t been for years. 

It’s not that you guys hate each other, hate would be too strong. You guys just don’t get along and never actually tried to get along either. 

So what’s the point?

“Oh come on” Jimin laughed, his eyes switching from you to then Jungkook. Watching as the two of you weren’t even saying anything. It was just glares.

“Why invite her?” Jungkook said, as you soon scoffed. “Why invite him?” you quickly said, as now he scoffed.

“They are my friends” he said, as you laughed. “They are mine too” you said, as he just rolled his eyes, finally looking away.

“You guys never change” Jimin said, sighing to himself as he sat down on the chair. Laughing to himself as he watched your expressions.

“I never understood why you guys never became friends” Jimin said, as Taehyung soon joined him in. Sitting beside Jimin as his eyes lingered between the two of you.

“You both have so much potential” Jimin continued, as Taehyung nodded, drinking from his beer. 

“Enough” Jungkook said, looking over to Jimin as he then looked away. “Besides that” Jimin said, trying to change the topic. As well as the atmosphere.

“Seokjin is getting married in a couple of months you guys” Jimin happily said, as you looked over to him.

You do remember the time he proposed to Carla. It was such a beautiful proposal, the roses on the beach, the candles– that were fake but they looked real, and the music. Everything added in the moment.

You fell in love with the whole proposal. And the way that Carla cried when he went to his knees brought tears to your eyes. 

You were so happy for them, you adored it all. And well you all helped prepare the proposal. You remember the moment he came up to you, asking for advice from a woman. He said that he believed you knew more than him.

And you did your magic and it went so well for them.

Of course the wedding invitations came out a few weeks laters. They said they wanted to get married as soon as possible. They've been dating for six years, so you knew the rush was coming. 

But it’s nice to see them happy.

“To think he proposed not too long ago” Taehyung said, as you all nodded. Remember the sweet moment.

“You did amazing with it Y/n” he added, as you softly chuckle. “I just wanted the best for her and him” you said.

“According to Seokjin, he wanted to have a party with all of us.” Jimin said, as the news didn’t just catch your attention, but Jungkook’s as well.

“He’s having a big party next weekend and we are all invited” Jimin said as Taehyung was quick to cheer. Hands up in the air as he started cheering loudly. 

He loves parties, mostly those that have a ton of alcohol. For some reason he loves alcohol, a little too much you would say. It sometimes takes Jimin, Jungkook and you to get him home because he’s drunk up to his toes.

Something that definitely annoys the three of you. And you are sure that’s what he’s planning to do it again.

“You better not drink too much Taehyung” Jimin said, looking over to him as Taehyung groaned.

“But it’s a party” he said, as Jimin rolled his eyes at him. “And? This is important to Seokjin” he added, something that made you want to laugh.

Jimin is always the one scolding him. Well he’s always the one scolding all of you. One wrong move that you do in front of Jimin and it’s over for you. You have made a bunch, so you know from experience.

He’s always the one splitting the fights up, mostly between you and Taehyung. It’s not real fights but more of bickering between the two of you. Which Jimin always has to split the fight because he says you guys are childish.

You find it funny though.

As Taehyung was about to say something else, the sound of knocking was what brought you all back. Making you all look at each other.

“I didn’t invite anyone else” Jimin said, sitting up from the chair as he walked over to the door. He suddenly looked towards the table, eyeing you all.

“If it’s the police, we give Taehyung right away” he added, something that made you and Jungkook laugh. Watching as Taehyung just gasped.

Slowly, Jimin opened the door. Peeking his head over the door as the person in front of the door was familiar. Which also made him feel relieved. 

Looking over to the table, he smiled. “It’s not the police, sadly” he joked, as he opened the door wider. 

“But it’s for you, Jungkook” he added, stepping away from the door as Jungkook was quick to rush over to the door. And soon enough he smiled.

“Hana” he said, as you watched the female walk in, being received by Jungkook. Who wrapped his arms around her, something she did back. 

Hana is Jungkook’s girlfriend. They have been dating for two years, at least that’s what you remember. He always tends to bring her to these kinds of things. If he’s there, so is she. Always showing her face around.

She’s beautiful, of course she is. She is a model, not one of those big runway models, but she works in a modeling agency. She has black short hair, she’s tall, not too tall, but she is. Her eyes are light brown, a bit narrowed. A beautiful smile surrounding her face, and well she was pale. Not too pale but she was.

She’s quite the female. But something about her isn’t to your liking. You don’t hate her or have anything against her. You just don’t talk to her.

There’s no reason for you to talk to her, you don’t even talk to her boyfriend. That would be weird if you did. So there’s some distance between the two of you. Between all of you with her honestly.

She’s much closer to Jungkook. So when it comes to Jimin and Taehyung they only smile at her from time to time to be nice. But that’s all.

Like you said, she only gets invited to these meetings because of Jungkook. Otherwise she wouldn’t even be here. 

As she walked closer towards the table, you suddenly heard your phone ringing. Making you take it out from your purse. As the sudden name flashed on your screen you felt a sudden frustration again, making you roll your eyes.

Ignoring the call, you placed the phone on the table. Watching as Hana and Jungkook sat on the table, the two beside each other. 

And right as the call ended, messages came in flowing one after another. Something that made you annoyed. Looking over your phone, you read each one of them and soon enough you took a deep breath.

“I will order something, what do you guys want?” Jimin asked, as you quickly stood up from the chair.

“I would love to stay more but i have to go” you said, putting your phone into your pocket as more messages came flowing through your phone.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, as he stood up as well, following behind you. With a smile, you shook your head.

“Nothing, enjoy the night” you said, as you soon walked out of the apartment. Jimin could only watch you walk away, as the sound of someone’s footsteps were heard from behind him.

“She will be fine, she dealt with him before” Taehyung assured him as Jimin could only nod. He felt annoyed at your situation, but he knew you had it handled.

And with that, they continued. Of course Jungkook noticed your absence but he didn’t dare to ask why you left. He didn’t care, nor did he want to know. 

But even from outside, Jungkook could clearly see the neat arrangements and lining of the labels. You, on the other hand, were running around the shop, trying to get the necessary flowers and stocks to make the last arrangement before the driver arrived and collected them. This project was big on money and your boss would be furious if you were to ‘fuck it up for him’.

Jungkook entered the shop, doorbell chiming as he pushed open the door. Your head whipped up from your working station, instantly greeting him at the front door. 

“Hello! Welcome to Fior Arrangements!” You chirped. It may be two in the morning but you worked the night shift while your other colleagues work the morning and evening shifts. Most of them did not want to work night shifts so you took on the initiative. 

Not that you minded. 

You never had much of a social life due to your personality and you had always been quite a night owl. Most of the time, there were fewer people at night, which means that packaging orders would be easier than in the daytime. 

“Hello.” The young man bowed. 

“What brings you here?” You asked, honestly curious as to why a man wearing a full suit with a coat over, would come in the middle of the night. Anybody could see that he was stocked.  His boots were, his hair slicked back, and the material of his clothes looked soft to the touch. “Any flowers in mind? 

He shook his head. 

“Well, every flower has a meaning.” You pointed to the labels on the walls. These are the names and meanings of the flowers. Feel free to look around and call me if you need help!” 

Jungkook nodded at you. 

As he walked around, reading the labels, he spied a few blurry-looking men walking into the shop. Instinctively, his hand shot to the gun hidden under the lapels of his jacket only for you to cheerily greet them. It shot a pang of jealousy through him.

Why was he jealous? He just met you!

Jungkook silently shook his head to clear his thoughts. With half his attention to his surroundings, he overheard the conversation between you and the men. You seemed to know them very well, conversations easily flowing between you. 

“Yep! There are more at the back. You know where that is.” You laughed and Jungkook’s heart felt like it stopped. And started. And stopped and started again. It was so pure and melodious that he would do anything to keep you laughing like that. 

“How are your kids, Peng?” 

“Not too bad. Just refusing to study as usual.” The guy in the black shirt and oversized jeans told you. 

“I mean… It’s kids these days. Plus, I’m sure when we were at their age we didn’t want to study either.” You snickered. 

Peng laughed. “True, true. Very true.”

The four men spotted Jungkook walking towards the cashier as you signed the papers and stamped them. Handing them the customer copy, you waved them goodbye and finally headed over to Jungkook. 

“Hiya, need help?”

Jungkook nodded. 

“Well, what is the occasion?” You asked. 

Jungkook didn’t come here for a specific reason. In fact, he didn’t even come up with a reason. So he just shrugged and answered, “Just wanted something calming in the house. It’s far too empty.”

That could by far be the worst lie he ever came up with. 

But all you did was nod and head over to the pails of flowers, picking up stock after stock. You then carefully cut off some of the stems and plucked some leaves, arranging them in a glass bottle. Your body covered most of the work at times and Jungkook stayed at where he stood. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise for himself. 

You didn’t take long, expert hands moving nimbly to arrange the flowers prettily. You turned over to him with the glass bottle in front of you, walking over to give it to him. 

“How’s it?” Jungkook could see that you were nervous. The little ticks of indication like the furrows of your brows and wringing of your fingers behind your back. 

“Do you always do this for customers?” Jungkook gently smelt the flowers. Lavender was the most prominent scent. 

His favourite and you didn’t even need to ask. The scents weren’t strong and it did was already doing wonders to calm him. 

You looked back at him, humming and shaking your head. “Just you and a few other more privileged customers. Seems like you’re one of them on the list now.”

Your eyes sparkled as you turned to him. Perhaps you knew the brands he wore or perhaps you guessed that he was more than rich. But as he brought out his card to pay, you declined him. 

“No need. You looked like you needed this. So it’s on the house.” Your smile was blinding and at that moment, Jungkook knew that he would have you even if it took years and years. He would protect you. 

You were closing up that day. Usually, the shop is 24 hours and the next colleague of yours who would be doing the morning shift would be the one to clean up the place. However, it was a public holiday and the flower shop was closed. Your boss had given all employees two days’ break so after your shift, you had to tidy up and ensure that all the flowers are placed in their exact locations a the back of the store so that they do not wilt by the time the shop re-opens. 

Honestly, you couldn’t be happier. While your job was fairly simple and relaxed, going without a day’s break even on the weekends can truly drain your energy. You don’t have much time to yourself and it can affect you when you are overloaded with your senses. 

Turning off the lights, you shut the door and lock it, the door code being with an indication that it has been locked. Scanning your surroundings and patting yourself down, you hummed, glad that you did not forget anything. 

As you started to walk back home, you felt an eerie feeling in your gut. One that warns you that something is most certainly not right. The hair on your neck started to stand as you got goosebumps, making a sharp 180-degree turn to walk back to the store. You were instinctively aware that there were more than three pairs of footsteps following you. And every time you sped up or slowed down, they would keep the same pace.

So you did the next best thing your overdriven brain thought. 

You ran. 

Jungkook was driving his car up the little hill to visit the flower store. He wasn’t sure if you were still on shift then. He knew from silently watching you the past few days that your shift ends at five in the morning. And currently, the time was 5.30 am. 

The road got too narrow for Jungkook to continue driving up so he threw his car into parking mode and left. 

He was only going to take a while. 

But as he got out of the car, he sensed that something was wrong. The air did not feel right and as much as he wished that his sensitivity would not follow him when he was off work, life has its way of throwing stones at him. 

A shrill scream broke him out of his trance. If it was anybody else’s scream he probably would have just continued with his plans and walked up the the store. But he recognised the voice - the sound. 

Yours. 

Your scream - filled with terror and pain. 

Without thinking, Jungkook ran towards the approximated direction where he had heard you. Your second scream for help was abruptly cut off making him pump his legs and arms faster. He didn’t want to think of all the horrid things that you might be going through right now. He needed to get to you. 

Jungkook came to a stop the moment he saw you, held by your throat, against the wall. Your hair and clothes were in a mess, eyes bloodshot, and valuables strewn everywhere. But the most avergrating thing was the six males standing there, choking you as tears streamed down your cheeks, laughing. 

Blood rushed to his head. 

How dare they. 

How dare they touch you. 

Jungkook didn’t care for consequences as he pounced on the men. 

You tried to run but they were too fast and too silent for you. You were pinned against the wall and stripped down against your own will. 

“Now pretty lady, how about I do the talking and you do the answering?” 

You didn’t want to but all you could do was struggle and struggle as they manhandled your body, stripping you bare of your own dignity. You cried and struggled as they took their turns, your body betraying you.

“Hey now, why are you crying, pretty?” They laughed, gagging you. “You’re enjoying it, see?”

Tears streamed down your face. You weren’t. You weren’t. 

And yet, you knew that nobody was going to come help you. To come stop these men from doing more than they already did. You were so close - so close - to resigning to your fate when you were suddenly dropped to the ground. 

Too tired to keep your eyes fully open, you watched through hooded lids as a mass of black pounded onto the males. You should’ve been scared - you should’ve cowered back, pleading with him to not come for you as well - but you didn’t. 

Especially as that mass of black picked you up into his arms, snarling and hissing words that seemed incoherent to you, you felt safe. Perhaps it was the adrenaline doing the job but you curled yourself deeper into him. His hands were gentle, unlike the ones that handled you earlier. These hands were calloused - probably seeing worse days as they skimmed over your naked body - but they were respectful. They did not venture where the rest did and you found yourself wrapped up in a jacket before being lifted up once again. 

Unable to keep your eyes open any longer, your head rolled to the side as you blacked out. 

Jungkook has seen many things in his short life. Twenty-six years and he has seen death one too many times.  But nothing has scared him more than seeing you black out and going limp in his arms. Pressing two fingers on your neck, Jungkook confirmed that you were still breathing. In shock you most certainly were but now Jungkook needed to bring you home and he did not know your address. So the next best thing was to bring you to his home. 

As Jungkook’s black Mercedes Benz GT63S pulled up to the front lawn, he hurried out, passing the car keys to the butler and carrying you into the house. 

In the midst of the whole case, it completely slipped his mind to inform his family that he was bringing somebody home. All he had done was hurriedly call the group’s private doctor, not caring what the guy was up to. 

“Kook, what the hell! You can’t just bring a random person home like this!”

“Oh shit -”

“Fuck that girl is naked!”

“Jeon Jungkook, what the shit is wrong with you?”

“Did you fuck a girl out?”

“JUNGKOOK!”

Jungkook couldn’t be bothered. He’ll explain later. Right now, he needed the doctor to check you over and ensure that other than the physical and psychological trauma you’re going to have once you wake up, you were fine otherwise. 

“A little bit of a bump on the back of her head, scratch marks and bruises. That’s about all.” The doctor placed some pills on Jungkook’s bedside table. “I suggest you give these to her, twice a day after meals. Antibiotics. You can give her paracetamol if needed. Ensure that she is kept hydrated.”

Jungkook thanked the doctor and leaned over to cover you with the sheets when the doctor stopped him. “It would be best to clean her up first.”

With that, the doctor left, leaving the six men standing at the threshold of his bedroom door. They watched as he got a few clothes, cleaning you up, making sure to use soft cloths so that you would not wake from the oversensitivity. Only after Jungkook deemed you clean enough did he take out his silk pyjamas and tug them over you. 

The boys had silently excused themselves, only leaving Jimin as he helped Jungkook dress and tuck you into bed. Closing the curtains, he turned off the lights, leaving the moonlight on so that the room would not be encased in total darkness with the possibility of scaring you if you woke up without him there. 

Jungkook knew that the topic at hand would not be easy to talk about and he most certainly knows that he was in the wrong as well. Well, a little bit in the wrong. 

He would never apologise for bringing a person in need home, much less you. So as Jimin and he entered the living room, the boys were all seated, faces holding stoic glares. 

“Jungkook -” Hobi hyung started. 

“She works at the flower shop. She was the one I told you about - the reason why my room has a glass of flowers.”

“Still, you cannot just bang her up and -”

“She was raped.”

The silence in the room was pregnant and suddenly everybody’s breathing sounded too loud. 

“I parked the car in the middle of the hill as it was getting too narrow for me to pass through. I couldn’t get there fast enough. By the time I reached, she was already taken.” Jungkook harshly rubbed his face with his hands. He wished that he could’ve been there earlier - faster. If only work hadn’t kept him up, the whole situation wouldn’t even have happened. 

A soft hand landed on his shoulder, patting him gently. “Don’t beat yourself over it, Kook. It was good that you made it there.”

“But I couldn’t stop her from -” His throat choked up. He just couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. 

“Some things are inevitable.” He looked up from his crouched position to look at Namjoon Hyung. “What matters is that you got there.”

Jungkook nodded. 

  you were anxious about an upcoming test and it was a very important test, so you knew you had to do good. you sat there on the passenger's seat as your best friend jungkook drove. you couldn't help but to unconsciously bite your nails. you had a bad habit of biting your nails whenever you were nervous or anxious. the boy glanced at you, noticing that you've been biting your nails again.

  you tapped your foot as you bit your nails, looking out the window, not noticing that your best friend kept glancing at you from time to time.

  “you good?” he asked, stopping at the stoplight. when he turned his head, he saw your eyes dart to him. he raised an eyebrow, but he already knew what you were gonna say. he had a little smile on his face. “mmhmm.” you responded. “you know you don’t have to be nervous about anything, right?* he said, glancing at you with soft eyes.

  you nodded as you stopped biting your nails, dropping your hand on your lap. you turned to look at him. "i don't know... it's just.. i'm really nervous about this test." you said, heaving a long sigh as you unconsciously lifted your hand up to bite your fingernails once again.

  he looked ahead at the road while waiting for the traffic light to turn green. the boy nodded his head. “well, just know that you’ve studied for it, right? it’s gonna be fine.” he said, reaching forward and gently taking your wrist in his hand. he tilted his head, smiling again. “you don’t have to bite your nails. i’m right here, you can talk to me any time.” he muttered quietly, his thumb stroking over your skin.

  you forced out a smile. "thank you so much... if you weren't here, my nails would be bleeding by now." you glanced down at your chipped nails.

  “i know,” he muttered, squeezing your hand. “i’m just here to help. you’re gonna do great on that test, i’m positive.” he mumbled, looking at your nails before his gaze returned to the road ahead. “you don’t have to bite them any more, okay?” he asked, his eyes looking at you.

  you nodded. "mm. i just can't help it. i try not to, but then i just find myself unconsciously biting them. it's annoying.." you said, blowing out another breath.

  “i understand. biting your nails aren’t the only thing you do subconsciously, is it?” he asked before looking over at you. “you tend to play with your hair, bite your lip, and tap your foot…” he muttered quietly.

  you sheepishly dart your eyes away from his, feeling quite embarrassed. "...yea. sorry.."

  "you don't have to be sorry, you know.." said as he turned a right onto the road. "i always tell you to talk to me, right? that's because i'm always here for you whenever you need someone to listen or talk to. you can be yourself around me and you don't have to be sorry for who you are, okay?" he muttered quietly, flashing you a warm smile before looking back at the road.

  "thanks.." you said, thankful that you had a friend like him.

  “no problem.." he said before glancing at you again, the warm smile still on his face. “i’m just happy that you trust me..” he muttered quietly, holding your hand as he drove through the traffic.

  he always cared for you and would never hesitate to be there for you whenever you needed him or not.

  there was also this one time when you and jungkook hung out with your other friends at his place. some of them were playing video games, the others talked and laughed. you sat on the couch while you watched them play video games, unconsciously biting on your lips again until it started bleeding so much.

  “uh, y/n? are you okay..?” jungkook asked as he turned around and looked at you and noticed the blood on your bottom lip. “your lip’s bleeding..” he said, a confused look on his face as he rose from his seat. immediately, he grabbed a tissue and placed it on your lip, dabbing at the blood before he took another tissue and started dabbing at the blood again before he looked at you with concern in his eyes.

  your eyes widened. "oh! really? i didn't realize, sorry.."

  “stop apologizing. it’s not your fault,” he muttered as he glanced around for any lip balm before pulling one from his jacket pocket. he took it out before turning back to you, holding it out to you. “…here, you can use this.” he said, handing you the lip balm.

  but in reality, he actually bought this lip balm just for you. he knew you'd also bite your lips from time to time, so he bought it and would always bring it with him just in case.

  you take the lip balm from him with a smile. "thanks... i always appreciate all the things you do for me." you said before applying it on your lips.

  as you applied it on your lips, he nodded and smiled softly before turning back towards the screen, still watching all of them.

  “of course.. you’re my best friend, y/n!” he blurted out suddenly as he continued to watch and listen to his friends talk and play the games. “and i don’t want you to be nervous all the time, so i’m gonna help you out any time i can.” he muttered quietly, still staring at the screen before turning his head back to you.

  you gazed at him before wrapping an arm over his shoulder. "you're the best." you mumbled, leaning your head against his shoulder as you stared at the screen as well.

  at your comment, he smiled as he scooted closer to you and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. you two sat there together, silently watching your other friends play the video games and laughing.

  the two of you loved each other more than just as friends, but of course, you keep it to yourselves.

  you felt his hand stroke your arm, sending shivers down your spine. he turned his head slightly, silently looking at you while still keeping his arm around you. you glanced over at him, but your eyes immediately darted out of his gaze and looked back at the screen, your cheeks burning from embarrassment.