~~JANGMI'S POV~~

"Jungkook, it's still so early," I complain, "Can't we see Yoongi later..?"

Jungkook inhales a sharp breath, clearly a but agitated by something. It's so rare that he's every frustrated at me... I wonder what could be wrong. He's never been a very good communicator, that's for sure.

"Are you okay?" I ask quietly as his grip on my hand tightens. He clenches his jaw, refusing to look me in the eye.

We walk in silence for a long while, my thoughts buzzing. This isn't right. He should be telling me what's wrong.

"Jungkook..."

Still no reply.

"Jungkook!" I dig my feet into the ground, refusing to move, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He snaps his head around, turning his body until we are standing face to face.

"Jangmi, please, I can't do this right now..." he says impatiently, avoiding my gaze.

I shake my head disapprovingly, demanding to know the issue, "This isn't right, kookie. We're a couple now. You need to tell me when something is wrong. Please, tell me. I don't like seeing you this way."

"It's nothing," he grits his teeth, his dark eyes refusing to meet mine.

"You're lying to me! I don't like it!" I raise my voice, angered by his vague responses.

"Fine!" he suddenly shouts, completely startling me, "Maybe I just having regrets! Maybe I wish none if this was happening. I wish you weren't pregnant. I wish we didn't have to bring an innocent child into this world. I wish we never would have-- done--- had---," he slowly trails off, his harsh tone peircing my heart, "I wish I never would have met you! Then none of this would have ever happened!!!"

I stumble backwards, feeling as though he had just penetrated a blade straight through my fragile heart. Jungkook has never yelled at me before. Not like this.

"This isn't you..." I mutter, completely shaken up, "You would never say any of this..."

Tears begin to stream down his cheeks.

"Why are you doing this?" I cry, shoving my palms agaisnt his chest. I push him with such strong force that he almost falls over. I continue to slam my fists agaisnt him, all of my anger exploding to full extent.

"Don't say you regret it! Because I don't. It was bound to happen, anyway. Because we love one another, Jungkook! We always have. Nothing has ever come between us. We can't let this happen. Not once I'll I ever regret meeting you! Not once will I ever regret that night. Because I love you! And that's never going to change."

I burst into tears, our sobs mixing together creating one depressing melody.

I begin to cry even harder once his strong arms wrap around my back, pulling me into a tight embrace. I bury my face in his shoulder, soaking up his shirt in a matter of seconds. My other hand desperate grips his shirt, as though I'm afraid he could leave at any moment.

"I didn't mean it..." he snivles, stroking my hair, "Jangmi, please forgive me..."

"Don't ever say that again," I cry into his shoulder, trying to regulate my breathing.

"I love you," he murmurs before drawing me back and glancing straight into my eyes.

He slowly leans in, cupping my jaw and planting a soft kiss on my lips. I respond accordingly, encircling my arms around his neck and surrendering to his steamy kisses which always have a way of making my heart flutter.

"We can do this," I murmur agaisnt his lips, "We just have to believe in one another..."

He slowly stops the kiss, drawing back with an uneasy expression.

"Jungkook?"

"There's..." he looks down, his jaw trembling, "Something else..."

"What happened?" I ask softly.

"Jangmi," he responds in a choked voice, "A solider... He... He said..."

"What did he say? Why was a soldier here?"

"I'm not s-sure...He said... U-unless I were to bring you to him... He'd take you to the castle himself... forever."

~~YOONGI'S POV~~

I awoke to the gentle chirp of birds; a rare and pleasant sound to hear in a place like Changu.

My chest gently continues to rise and fall as I drift away from my sleep, fortunately not awaking from a nightmare. I slowly allow my eyes to flutter open, adjusting to the light of the room.

My eyes slowly travel to the side of the bed...

There she is.

On the floor.

With her head resting agaisnt my matress, Sanghee's body lays on the ground, her knees folded and her hand resting on my blankets. Soft noises emit her nose, signalling she is still sound asleep.

I shift uncomfortably on the matress, recalling her words from the previous night. How could I forget them? I'm afraid I never will. I don't like what she's doing to me... Softening me up where I'm usually cold.

As much as I want to deny it...

Maybe it feels good...

I've always been an icy unbrekasble brick; never letting anyone sink through the forming cracks of my surface. But what is she doing to me? Is she sinking in? Will she be the first person to ever do so? How could I not consider this thought?

Her words last night... The way she spoke so softly... Her soft hand entwined with my own.

I feel dizzy thinkzing about it. This isn't he it's supposed to be. She can't help me. I'm supposed to b protecting HER. The only thing I have to do is keep her alive. I don't care if she's miserable, right?

Right?

Right, Yoongi?!

I can't answer the question. If someone were to really harm her, what would I do? Would I kill them out of revenge for my parents? Or revenge for... Her?

A deep sigh escapes my lips, causing me to sit upright, eyeing Sanghee with groggy sight. I run my fingers through my hair, playing around with my tangled locks.

I begin to panic when she slowly stirs to life, a soft coo escaping her lips as she gently lifts her head from against the mattress. She carefully runs her eyes, and I dive back under the covers clamping my eyes shut immediately.

I can hear gentle rustling from somewhere beside me.

"Yoongi?" she asks in a gentle yet concerned voice, making me bite my lower lip.

I do not respond, trying to mimic heavy breathing as I fake sleep. I'm not exactly sure why I'm doing so. Maybe I'm just not ready to face her yet.

I can't say I know Kim Sanghee quite well... It's not like I've ever tried. And it's not like I really want to, either. But she's a very bold woman, as far as I can tell. She's set on doing the right things. Sanghee has a fiesty side...but she also seems calm and caring. Almost as though she can control her anger.

Those things and observations being said; we are complete opposites.

Two opposites living under the same roof agaisnt one another's will.

I seriously never thought I'd ever find myself here.

"Yoongi?," she pesters, not giving up.

I continue to ignore her.

"Yah! I know your faking it! Don't think I didn't notice you dive back under the covers. I bet you were admiring my gorgeous sleeping face."

I snort, amused by her assumptions, "You're wrong."

I quickly switch my tone, making sure it sounds sharp like usual, "I wasn't looking at you. Don't be ridiculous. Why would I ever do that?"

She clamps her mouth shut, her gaze drifting away from mine. I can tell my sharp words tend to hurt her sometimes... Even though she probably doesn't care much... Why woudlnt that hurt someone?

Then why do I speak that way...?

"I can make some breakfast..." she mumbles.

She quickly gets up, grabbing the big pot from inside and rushing towards the door like a bolt of lightening.

My eyes follow her speedy figure, my mind spinning back and forth about what happened only seconds ago. Why is it bothering me so much this peculiar time?!

Just as she reaches for the doorknob, I jump out of the matress, kicking the blankets off in a flash.

I grab her arm, spinning her around and causing the pot to clatter on the ground. I can already feel her pulse beating wildly under my touch.

Fear.

She's afraid of me...

Her eyes become wide, emotions hidden behind her glistening orbs. She breathes steadily, her warm breath dancing up my neck. I feel numb. I'm not really sure how this came about... I don't know what to say next.

I realize my grip on her arm is far too tight; I substantially loosen it, words finally escaping my lips.

"I-I'm sorry..."

The second time I've ever apologized.

Why was it her...

Again?

What is she doing to me?

~~MUHYEOK POV~~

"What are we waiting for, exactly?" I ask the guard who came to retrieve me, "Or who?"

A lustful smirk appears on the man's face, "Just a woman. Someome I can bring back. She really caught my eye..."

The first person that came to mind was Yoongi's wife... Though I've only seen her once, she was truly an absolutely stunning woman. She seemed to have no flaws. But I know no matter how he feels about her, Yoongi has too much pride to ever let someone take something from him.

"Jangmi," I utter, knowing it has to be her.

"I'm not sure of her name... But her partner was a complete mess about it. He tried to act tough and scary, and he was, until I threatened him. Then he became a complete sap. He'd literally do anything to save her..."

Judging by the soldiers tone, he seems awfully jealous.

He's been easy enough to get along with, I presume. We've had to keep him at our fortress, because the villagers would kill him any chance they got. Soliders almost never come to Changu; unless they need someone for an important mission, need to gather a group of people, or they need to exterminate something.

Such as the elderly incident that took place a month or so ago... It was confirmed that they were all killed due to insufficient space here in Changu.

What a hell we live in.

The thing is...

I can't even remmeber how I ended up here. And no one else knows, either. I lost my memory, after falling off of something. But I have no recollection of what, or even where it happened. I don't know who I am.

So I built a reputation here.

Maybe it's not so great...

Constantly being compared to Min Yoongi begins to drive me insane--

My thoughts are abruptly cut off by the sound of the soldiers voice, "Where does this Jangmi live?"

"Do you really want me to take you?" I ask, about to offer a bargain.

He nods enthusiasticly, his chubby head bobbing up and down.

"I'll show you where... If you tell me why I'm being summoned to the palace."

The solider takes a deep breath, nervously looking around. He lets out a long sigh, shuffling on his feet.

"It's..."

"Prince Jiun. He wants to see you."