"Abby.." I don't look at him. He kneels down and looks up at me. "Abby.." Was all he said, still trying to get me to look at his face. I look away from him feeling completely hurt. "Abby.. I.." I look at him, feeling a bit annoyed that he doesn't say anything more. "You can't say anything else?" I finally say my voice shaking. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have told you that.. I should have thought about your feelings. " he stands up and grabs a hold of my face. "I'm sorry.." He says. The pain still lingers. "So what? Now you were planning on not telling me at all?" I ask, his lips part and he says nothing. I clinch my teeth together.

"I want to go home..." I say. He looks down at me with no expression, as if hurt that I had nothing else to say. Not even forgiving him. "Okay." He says simply. We walk to my apartment in silence. The only sound that was in our presence on our walk to my apartment was the sound of the rustling leaves under our footsteps. The only sound that I could hear loud and clear was the sound of my heart shattering.

What his parents had apparently said, was rude. And felt that right when I meet them they'll hate me and judge me without me presenting myself. I really didn't want to be unliked, I don't like that feeling. Especially his parents, I want to be accepted. Just like I was accepted by his friends, I want to be accepted most importantly by his parents.

He didn't touch me, he didn't hold my hand and he didn't hold me. When we make it to my apartment, I unlock my door and walk in. I'm about to close the door without saying goodbye to him, without even looking at him. He grabs me and throws me over is shoulder. I screech and cling to his shirt. I found that there was no use in struggling, and I wasn't in the mood to fight him. I just let myself dangle and the feeling of my blood rushing to my head made me nauseous. He closes the door behind us and he walks us over to my room. He lays me on the bed and sits on top of me and he forces my hands down on the bed in his hands so I don't break free.

I become very frustrated and I start to struggle to get loose but he stands his ground. "Let me go!" I look at him with tears in my eyes and he just stares down at me. "I don't care how many times I'd have to say that I'm sorry. I want you to know that I'll say it for the rest of my life if that's what it will take for you to forgive me." I stare at him as my tears run down my face. "Abby.. I'm never going to let you go." I stare at him in silence.

Tears fell down my cheeks as his words make me more emotional. It made me feel happier to know he didn't want to lose me.

"I've thought about what I've said on our quiet walk here, what my parents want.... And I've realized that I don't care if my parents want me to marry a Korean girl. I can be with whom ever I want..." My heart skips a beat. "My parents are just going to have to face the fact that I'm not giving you up.. That I'm in love with an American girl.." I feel less sad as his words comfort me. "I'm never letting go of you.." He said tightening his grip on my wrists.

I wanted to tell him that it hurt. Oh, my wrist hurt too, but I could care less about that. "I love you Abigail Thomas." He says looking in my eyes intensely.

Why was it hard for me to admit it at this moment I loved him.. A lot. I shouldn't be so hurt about what his parents want, he said that he wanted me.. Me. Abigail Thomas. The American girl that his parents would possibly be upset about. But him wanting me is more than enough to forget about what his parents think.

I'm back to reality and I look at him. "I love you Jeon Jungkook." I say meaning it with all my soul. A sweet smile spreads across his face, that bunny smile that surprised me the first time we met. It makes my heart pound to see him smile. He gets off of me and gets off the bed. I sit up and wipe my tear stained face. I look up and he's staring at me. "Usually when a pretty girl cries its because she's gotten her heart broken.." He tells me.

And that line sounds all too familiar. He looks down and his jawline is in view. I shake my thought away and think about the serious topic here. I stand up and walk over to him. "You didn't break my heart.. Okay? My feelings just got really hurt.. That's all." He looks at me. "I'm so.."," I know that you're sorry. The more I hear you say it the more it hurts me." He lifts an eyebrow. "It hurts you?" I brush my hair behind my ear.

"Yes." I admit. He grabs my hand and leads me to the living room. He sits us down on the couch. "Tell me how you feel, please. I don't want to miss anything. I want to hear what's in your mind." I look at him and he's fully engaged and ready for what I have to say. I sit up straight and clear my throat.

"Well... When you said that your parents want you to be with a Korean girl because American girls don't know how to treat a Korean man, it really upset me." He looks down to the floor and nods his head as I say this. "It really upset me because, I think that all women are capable of taking care of any man." I make sure to be careful with my words trying not to insult anyone without knowing.

He continues to nod his head as he seemed to get where I'm going with this. "And I just think that it was wrong of your parents to say that. Because it doesn't take a specific women to take care of a specific man. Especially by race or religion. Everyone has their own preferences in people.. It just felt like they were putting me in a category of women you're not allowed to be with just because of where I come from." I say. He looks at me with a sad face.

"My parents were wrong to say that." I hold his hand. "Its okay Jungkook. I guess that just happens when parents are exposed to change. They freak out and say things they don't really mean. Even though we're grown adults, our parents still treat us like we're kids. Its normal." He places his hand over mine. "Thank you." He says. I'm confused. "For what? I did nothing." He smiles.

"You told me how you felt. It relieved the both of us." He was right. "You're right." I say smiling. He pulls my face close and kisses me. "I love you." He says. "I love you too.." I whisper, feeling much better that I told him how I felt.

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Week passes

"So, tomorrow we'll be heading over to my parents house." He says as he puts his luggage in my small living room. "You're spending the night here??" I ask surprised. He looks at me. "If that's okay with you, I just thought because your apartment is closer to the air port.","No no you're right. And I'm okay with that." I say with my heart pounding for some strange reason. He's slept over before, I don't know why I'm so weird about him staying.

Maybe it was the nerves coming over me as I think about meeting his parents tomorrow. I snap out of my nervous state and I don't see Jungkook anywhere. I take a giant sip of my canned drink and finish it. Then I start to freak out. What if he got lost? How would he get lost? This is a small apartment. What if he found an attic and he can't get out!? Wait. Does my apartment even have a attic?? Wait why am I acting like this!? He's been here before!

I look at the ceiling as I run around my small apartment looking for any sign of an attic. I crash into a hard object. I fall to my butt and I realize its him. I laugh to myself. I'm so stupid. He peers down at me as I laugh to myself. "Are... Are you okay?" He chuckles unsure what to think of this nonsense. "I was looking for an attic." I tell him still from the floor as I pat my hands on the soft rug. "Oh my gosh... This feels like heaven!" I whisper to myself as I look down at the floor.

He looks up at the ceiling. "Attic?" He asks himself quietly. I laugh harder as it sounds so funny for some stupid reason. "I don't know what is wrong with me." I laugh even harder. He looks down at me. "Are you okay?.." He asks me again. I stand up. "Yes siiiir!" I say placing my hand on my forehead to salute him as I almost fall back on my butt. He catches my waist. "Woh!" He yells.

"Pfffff. Shhhhh!" I touch his lips. "Don... Don't talk tooooo loud.. The.. The attic will hear us.." I blab. He looks at me completely confused. I kiss his lips, he just stood there completely surprised. "Mmmmmuaaaah!" I say after I pull away. He licks his lips and I push him away. "Have you.. Have you ever noticed how sad he sky looks..?" I say as I wobbled over to the window. He walks in from the living room, I hadn't even noticed that he had left the room. "Were you drinking this???" He asks. I turn towards him almost falling over. "Whaaat?" I ask.

"This." He shows me a familiar can. "Oooh! Dat old thing?!" I point at it. "Yes. This old thing, did you drink it?" He asks again. "Pfffff. Yeaaaah" I laugh, finally answering him. He walks over to me and wraps his arm around my waist. "You're drunk." He says. I look at him and he has four eyes, three noses and everything was fuzzy. I chuckle a little, he looks funny.

"Naaaaah. I'm not drunk... Maybe this is an illusion and you're the one that's drunk and I'm completely fine.... Maybe... Maybe the attic did this!!" I yell as I throw my arms and legs in the air almost knocking us both over. He looks at me odd. "What's up with this attic stuff?" He looks me up and down, then shakes his head. "Any ways! Yes, you're drunk. I bought this canned wine for my dad. Its his favorite... And you finished it..." He shakes the can and it made no sound "all.." He says sitting me on the couch.

"Oh. Wow. That sounds really empty." I say. He chuckles. "Cause you drank it." I point to myself. "Someone else did.", "So, you drank it. You're pointing to yourself." He says. I laugh. "Okay." I whisper. "Okay then what?" He asks. "Okay then what?" I repeat in a deep voice. He looks down at the can.

I look at him "Maybe there's a little ity bity teeny tiny bit of it left." I say as I make squish my fingers together as I reference how small the amount is. "Nope you drank it all." I laugh. "OH SHIT!!" I throw my hand up and lay back in the couch. "I DID!!?" I look at him and he almost took the form of a unicorn. What the fuck did I drink? I ask myself.

I swat my hands around and try to touch his horn, but it disappears and I'm left laughing at nothing. He kneels down in front of me. "Abby..." I grab his face and stuff it in my chest.

"BOO!" I yell as I pull his face out of my breast. He looks at me dayzed out, probably because I have little bitties and he his my chest. I touch his face and begin pulling on his cheeks. "You know Jun.. Jungkook? I love... I love you so much..." He looks at me surprised. "One day we'll... We'll have a family... And lots of ... Attics..." I say ruffling his hair. "You're... You're so cute.. I'm.. I'm gonna have your babies one day.. And.. An attic.." He begins to laugh harder than ever.

"Noo. No. No. No." I grab his face and bring it close to mine and force my hand over his mouth. "No. Jungkook. No. Stop... Stop laughing. This is no laughing matter... We.. We must have ... A ... Hundred children.. And ... A attic.. " he busts up harder now. I cross my arms and lean back in the couch. "Fine.. No ... No children.... Just the attic." He laughs even harder. "What is up with this attic stuff?" He asks out of breath from laughing so hard. I begin to feel sleepy.

"They talk to you.." I whisper, wiggling my fingers in the air. "That's creepy." He says. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." I wrap a leg around him, flinging him forward. "Don't you love me?" I ask. "You're supposed to love me." I pout. He's about to speak when I push him away with my foot, barely making him move. I shakes his head laughing at me, I'm being random.

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Authors pov

"Good night." She says throwing her head back and knocked out cold. He stops laughing and looks at her sleeping body with a serious face. "Abby?" He shakes her small body and a snore breaks lose from her lips. He picks her up, walks over to her room and lays her in her bed. It made him wonder a lot if she drank because she was so nervous about tomorrow. Or if she really didn't know what was in the can.

But then again.. she couldn't read Korean.

He tucked her into bed. Looking at her, shaking his head and watches her sleep, chuckling a bit about what she was talking about before. He put on his pajamas and slipped into the other side of the bed, he laid back and looked up at the dark ceiling. Many thoughts ran through his head, not just about today, or tomorrow.. but about what the Bangtan group had become.

He was terrified, most of his life devoted to the company. And knowing that it may all be over, was a nightmare. What would he do next? What would his future hold? Would he ever be okay after? Would Abigail be in that future? Or was it just temporary? But, wasn't everything temporary? He was barely twenty, so he had a big fear of being left behind and having no one who cares about him.

For a while he laid there with a scrambled brain. "What am I supposed to do?" He whispered to himself. "Who am I supposed to be?" He slowly looked at Abby as she slept, completely oblivious to his thoughts and feelings. It became a bit hard for him to breath as he looked at her. Her hair looked soft, her lips parted and her being peaceful. The members had told him how lucky he was to find someone who was as amazing as Abigail.

Thought they hadn't met her correctly, they said that they can tell she was a great person. That she could bring him happiness. And being that he always took the members advise he had a feeling that he had to keep her around. They had already experienced what love was.

Yes, Jungkook was young, but he knew what he felt was real. Not because he had lost his virginity to her, or because it was his first real relationship but because everytime he looked into her eyes his heart felt funny. If he wasn't serious about her, he wouldn't take her to meet his parents. The more he thought about it, his heart pounded. If his parents liked her, it would be a great first step with them together.

Then he started to think about what she said, about having his babies. Would he mind that? He did want kids, when he was a hundred. But times change, you meet people and the future changes as well. He had remembered how he explained his ideal type, he basically explained a Korean woman. And as he looked at the girl in front of him, he let it all go. He didn't want a Korean woman, he wanted Abigail. The American girl that he almost dropped in the grocery store.

What if she was in his future? What would he do then? Who would he be then? A father? A husband? Was he really worthy of keeping someone's heart? He was a bit scared to think that he could be responsible for someone's heart ache, that he could make someone hurt. All his life, he had heard that he made people happy because he sang, and was the ideal man for fans. But this was reality, his reality.

Not the companies, not the members and not the fans. His reality where heart break that has to do with love, can happen. He looked up at the ceiling to the thought of her, and all that could possibly happen. It brought that bunny smile to his face, to the positive side of course. He let out a calm breath.

"Jungkook.... I love you with... With all my heart... I don't know what I would do ... Do without you." She said as she became conscious for a while. Her soft voice catching his attention, he turned his head and looked at her eyes slightly opened as she looked at him. He smiles and pulls her closer to his body. She could feel him brush her hair out of her face and kiss her head.

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