"I'm here to make things clear with you."

"Things are clear already," he stares in my eyes without letting go of the door, probably ready to throw it in my face. "Where is my fucking sister?"

"She's where I know you won't be able to touch her again," I lick my lips but keep my hands in my pockets to not use them for violence already. "And you better stop calling her or texting her so much because she won't come back to you. She will stay with me from now on and I'll make sure to tell her parents about-" a strong blow in my chest makes me go backward. "Do not interfere in our family. You're no one for her," he states while I'm smirking and keeping my calm after what he just dared to do.

"That girl is not a part of your family and I do have a word to say because I'm her boyfriend," I stare into his eyes but feel the rage burning me up the more I look at him and his disgusting face full of arrogance. "You are not her boyfriend and no need to play it tough and believe she won't be back in this house because I'm going to call the cops and make sure-" my hands grab him by his collar and I propel him in the door violently, to keep him against it firmly. "You will not ever touch her just once more in your life. She doesn't trust you anymore, the only man she will trust from now on is me and you won't ever be able to change that again."

"Get your hands off of me right now if you don't want to end in a coma," he threatens me with his eyes fixed into mine but I let go of him, I step back to create a gap between us. I throw my fist in his face without any control as soon as I see him trying something.

The powerful punch makes him hit the floor brutally. I didn't expect to put so much force into it. Without caring about the blood already leaking on the floor, I slam the door to make sure I'll be left alone to do what I want. "You have no idea how much I want to kill you at this moment son of a bitch," I bite my lips but walk over his body still laid on the floor but try to find a way to breathe calmly.

I grab the brass knuckles I kept in my pocket but get on top of him to grab his shirt and thwack him once more without realizing what I'm doing. The thought of his hands touching or hurting y/n filling my mind to make me go insane. I breathe heavily but hold back from punching him again. "What does that feel like when you have someone strong in front of you? Uh?"

"Shut the fuck up-" he abruptly punches me back in the face when he was pretending to be almost unconscious. He makes me end on the ground but only to top me and hit me on repeat. His knuckles crashing hard into my face to cause extreme effects to my bones. I try to dodge his punches the most possible but receive a lot of them in order to knee him in the crotch and just throw him on the floor effortlessly, making him bump into a piece of furniture but get the fragile items to fall down and shatter into pieces at the impact on the tilted floor.

I rise to not remain in this submissive position but kick him in the stomach to never let him breathe or recover at any second. The rage in my veins control my entire body with all the emotions full of anguish and wrath, and I keep him against the wall to put my hands on it and beat him up. I can't stop, I just want to make him regret what he did to y/n.

He takes all the impacts in his body but groans on the floor like a poor guy while I'm going at him fiercely. "Stop!" he shouts in a broken voice through the house, begging me to cease everything. I kick his crotch hard but step back and restrain myself. He's bleeding a lot, looking weak and hopeless.

"What?" I pant but wipe off the blood leaving my nose and mouth. The adrenaline is rushing so swiftly through me that I can barely feel the pain. "You have no strength or authority once I'm in front of you? Hm?" I look down at his figure, some injuries covering his face. "Where's the tough guy who talks like shit to people and threatens them to make them end in a coma?"

"You're going to regret this," he struggles to pronounce through his agony. I chuckle but squat down to his level. "You should never have touched her. None of this would have happened."

Even in this situation, he still dares to let a chortle out of his mouth with audacity. He lays his eyes on me but tries to go back on his feet desperately. "She's mine..." he mutters. "You don't have the right to touch my sister..."

"You sound like a fucking psycho," I speak but move back up. I retrieve my brass knuckles and put it back in my pocket. "I'm her boyfriend and you're just a stepbrother to her. You should understand it."

"Go fuck yourself," he passes his fingers over his lips covered in blood but glares up at me. I think he wants to die. "By the way," I comb my hair back. "She's not a virgin anymore. No need to believe she's still your innocent little sister," I ruin all his mind of pervert since I know he must have been thinking about keeping a virgin girl for his sexual pleasure. He stares at me with the most evil look in his eyes, the fire burning into them. "You're fucking lying...I know she wouldn't do that...I know my sister more than you do..." he panics without wanting to believe I did it.

"Then you don't know her well. You are fucking sick and now she knows it, she's not the naive girl you used to manipulating all the time anymore. Now she knows that her stepbrother is just a disgusting pervert who touches her with sexual intentions," I talk but enjoy the sight of his face expressing all the anger. "If you thought you would have sex with her and be able to have even more influence on her, you can give up because this is over. I'm there to protect her now and I won't let you approach her again."

His glisten eyes full of emotions look through me but he stomps towards me and thumps me, making me hit the wall behind me. I smirk at him without giving a damn about anything he could do to me. "Your little sister is gonna be hurt if she sees the one she loves is in pain-" another thwack in the face throws me to the side but he makes me run into an item of furniture. "I told you not to touch her!"

I groan but cannot help smirking. I know what I'm provoking to him and I'm earning a lot of satisfaction. He deserves to be hurt, not only physically but mentally as well. He punches me in the side to make me moan in pain. I hold my abdomen but a hard cough makes some blood splash all over the flat surface under my bust.

"You're going to regret this...I'm gonna tell the fucking cops that you dared to have sex with a minor," he speaks without realizing the bullshit he's saying. I try to straighten my back but he hurls his body towards mine and grabs my throat to pin me against the wall. "You're going to go to jail. You can smirk as much as you want, you will not take my sister away from me."

I sneer at his face to make the rage blow inside of him. "You have the proof I did it?" I smile with smugness. "Hm? You think they'll believe you over her if she tells those people and your parents that you've been attracted to her sexually? Touched her inappropriately, hit her, hurt her, and all those things?"

"She will never say that about me..." he shakes his head but his eyes start to shed tears. "She knows I love her and would never do such things to her...I've never done anything inappropriate!"

I push him away for my throat to not be held anymore. "She is seventeen and you tried to have sex with her several times," I clench my jaw. "You constantly touch her up and make her believe it's normal affection that a stepbrother shows to his little sister just because you are a fucking pervert of twenty-five years old. Is that what you call appropriate?"

"You don't know what I did with her..." his fists never loosen as if he wanted to come back to me and beat me up. "Yes, I fucking do. She told me all the things you've been doing to her only because she thought it was not wrong, she said everything with so much innocence that I couldn't handle it. You took advantage of her naivety, her innocence, and the fucking heartbreak that destroyed her to make her believe this was okay to touch her that way, to slap her if she says something to you that you don't like. How the fuck you can you do this to a girl?"

"Because I fucking like her!" he shouts but makes his voice almost shake the walls up. "I didn't manipulate her. I just have been living with her in the same fucking house for more than four years! I had to see her crying all the time because of a bastard who broke her heart and I needed to be there for her, to hold her, to have her close to me to comfort her! She's the type of girl who needs attention because she thinks no one cares or likes her because of the problems she has in her head, she's always been caring and damn endearing so how could I not fall in love?!"

I bite onto my inner lip without knowing what to let out. "I slapped her...I did it but that only happened once because I was drunk. I regretted my action and I can still not forgive myself for what I've done...I love her and care for her...so I just didn't want to see another guy have her, use her, or touch her."

"But you're still twenty-five while she's seventeen..." I don't accept this given the age gap between them. "And? I'm a human and I have feelings. I spent days with her, she never saw me as more than a stupid stepbrother while I was attracted to her. I saw her in her simple underwear multiple times, I'm a fucking man so I can't control my thoughts or mind."

"I don't give a shit," I still don't want to feel pity for him. "No matter the anger I could feel, no matter my mood or state, never in my life I would slap or hit the girl I love."

"I was drunk!" he uses as a pretext to justify his action. "That's not a fucking excuse!" I yell out of wrath, not standing this guy anymore. "Now I'm done talking to you, you can do whatever the fuck you want about me, you can go to the police and say I had sex with a minor but I can tell you that all of this will only backfire and you'll turn this against yourself. Now, I don't want you to approach y/n again," I hurl my last words out and walk up to the front door.

"Just let me see her and I won't go to the police," his tone of voice changes, turning calm but distressed. "I just want to see her."

I ignore his words and just go out of the house. He won't see her again without anyone around. I'll make sure to tell the parents about this and prevent him from seeing her in private. Sone hot blood still leaking down my face, I wipe it off and head to the car.

I get back inside of it but instantly fall upon the face of Mino who doesn't seem to like what he's seeing. "What...the fuck have you done?" he gapes at me but doesn't glance away. I grab my phone and open the camera to see the mess but feel a bit choked at the sight of all the injuries and blood I can see.

The adrenaline must have filled me a bit too much and make it impossible for me to feel the pain.

"Damn..." I turn the camera off but notice I received a text from y/n some minutes ago. "She's going to kill me..."

"Ah yeah? Really?" he says sarcastically. "You look like you came back from your grave dude! I told you to avoid the most possible!"

"I know!" I shout without willing to, putting my eyes on him. "He got me mad and I couldn't control myself!" I exclaim but keep my phone in my hand to read the text.

< can I get something in the fridge? I'm hungry... ]

[ yes baby >

I answer her quickly but open the compartment before me, hearing Mino scolding me like a kid. "How are you even gonna hide that?! What are you gonna tell her?!"

"I don't know..." I try to not think about it but look for some tissues. I hit that guy so hard that my right hand is trembling with the knuckles covered in blood. "She's going to cry dammit..." he huffs but I just focus on my hand, I wipe the blood off with a tissue and use the camera on my phone to do the same to my face and try to erase the most I can. "Drive to your house instead of fucking talking for nothing!" I let my annoyance speak for me but he yells back at me before starting the car. "I'm going to take care of all this mess on my face and then I'll go back to my house. You have a black face mask at your house, right?"

"Yes I do..." he forces himself to answer me and now goes back on the road.

•••

5:10 pm.

I leave Mino's car with my hood on and black face mask, walking up to the front door of my house and hearing my best friend driving away. I get home and close the door behind me, now feeling warm and good here. I take my shoes and jacket off without removing my hoodie.

My mom isn't back from work yet so this is very silent here. Since I miss my baby, I don't wait before coming up the stairs and reaching the upper floor. I grip onto the strap of my bag with my injured hand but put the other one in the pocket of my trousers. Once I'm at the door of my bedroom, I kindly grab the handle and walk inside in a quiet manner. As soon as I'm in, my eyes land on the girl sleeping on my bed. I smile uncontrollably but close the door behind me, I drop my bag on the floor and head to my bed to sit down at the edge of it.

I'm really exhausted but the pain that I couldn't feel earlier is now draining all my energy and destroying me from the inside. I look behind me to check up on my baby but see that nothing other than her body is on the bed which means she must not have studied like she said she would.

I close my eyes but lie down without making too abrupt moves, I get comfortable on the mattress and let out a moan of exhaustion. I exhale heavily and stay in my position. I'm good, relaxed, and with my baby.

30 minutes later...

"Jungkook..." a little voice wakes me up. I move my head in the direction of it and open my eyes with some difficulty, feeling the lack of covering over my mouth and understanding what is happening quickly. "What did you do...?" y/n sobs right before me but breaks my heart. "What happened to your face...?!"

"Baby..." I clear my throat at the dryness felt that caused a husky voice to leave me. I put my arm around her body and pull her in. I hate to see her cry. "Nothing happened..."

"Stop lying!" she pushes me and gets her face full of grief to come back within sight. "Why are you bleeding?! Why are you covered in injuries?! Did you lie to me?!" the questions don't stop but I just stare at her. "I just did what I had to...don't hate me baby..."

"You...you went to my step brother's house?" her teary eyes widen in shock but I take her hand in mine and close my eyes, to roll on my back. I don't answer her. I can't ever tell her that a pain in my abdomen has been killing me since I came back from Mino's house. She tosses my hand away from hers but emits some hurtful sound of sorrow. "I told you not to...! You promised you would not do it!"

"I love you," I set my eyes into hers. "That's why I did this."

"No..." she shakes her head and moves back, not calming herself down. "You knew this would hurt me. You lied to me, you broke a promise again when you knew I would be worried to death for you because of how dangerous it was but you still did it without caring!"

I cover my eyes with my arm and sigh. "You know I didn't do this to hurt or worry you. I just did it to make this guy regret what he-"

"But I don't care!" she cuts me off. "I don't give a damn about what he did to me! Now you're hurt because of me and I'm pretty sure you're in pain!" she chokes up on her words and makes this difficult for me to hear her. I don't say anything but sit up, I wrap my arms around her body and press a kiss on her ear. "This is not because of you," I hold her tight against me.

"I thought you were dead when I woke up..." she sobs heavily but starts to breathe unsteadily, as if she was about to have a panic attack because of the stress I caused. "Baby," I turn her to the side and press her body against mine, her legs bending to be curled up into a ball. "Hey, it's okay. I'm alright, my heart is beating properly, I can move and do what I want so you don't have to be scared," I take her cold hand in mine and try to soothe her. "You don't need to be worried. I'm feeling good."

She wraps her arms around my waist but lets the hard and fast beating of her heart punch me. This is going way too swiftly, I absolutely need to calm her down. "It's alright baby, I promise there's no reason to be so worried..."

"I dreamed that you hurt me...you cheated on me and you were with another girl and I couldn't stop crying even when I woke up from that...then I saw you like that..." she chokes up on her words but hyperventilate, the rush of emotions probably taking over her. I put my arm around her neck and take her left hand, place it over my torso, and stroke her fingers. "My little baby...that won't ever happen in real life, I promise you. I love you way too much for that and you're the only girl I want and need," I press my lips on her forehead and keep on passing the tip of my fingers along hers, to go down to the inner part of her forearm and give the same endearment.

My other hand caresses her cheek to remove the wetness and she finally breathes more properly, without the need of her pills. I lean in and hold her jawline to press a few kisses on her forehead. "I don't like to see you sad like that my little one..." I use the words that will maybe warm her heart up and smile against her skin, closing my eyes and never ceasing the caresses. I press another kiss on her cheekbone. "Everything's alright now. I'm here and I'm hugging you, you don't have to be scared of anything because that nightmare will never happen for real. I'll never do this to you. You mean too much to me and I know what it feels like to think you'll never come back to me...so I'll never do such a thing again..."

"You didn't wake up when I first call you..." she snivels but passes her fingers through mine to bring them closer to her. She lays them on her chest and holds my hand. "I'm sorry...this won't happen again," I keep my eyes fixed on her now that she's calm. "I love you..." I whisper close to her nose but she tilts her chin up to look into my eyes with her glistening ones. I smile at her but press a tender kiss on her lips. "I love you too..." her head rests right on my chest.

•••

6:30 pm.

My hands slide into the pockets of my sweatpants, my eyes not leaving y/n as she's cooking and that I'm leaning back on the big kitchen island. That took time to take the dream away from her head, she seemed really affected by it and definitely as much as I was with the other intense dreams full of pain. I would cry as well if she was cheating on me, so seeing that type of reaction relieves me even though I trust her.

Anyway, I need to talk about something with her.