Oh, my freaking holy cow. My heart is racing and I'm on the verge of collapsing, I hope he won't think what I don't want him to think.

"That's not even true! Go away!" he pushes the smaller guy afar from him and tries to hide what's around his thin wrist. "What's her name?" my brother doesn't give up. This is getting way too dangerous.

"It starts with an "(your initial)" I saw it," Jimin reveals the letter. We're screwed like rats.

"That's like Y/N's name," the eye smile boy dares to point out the detail that could set a fire.

I quickly remove my bracelet and hide it inside of one of my pockets in my denim skirt. I cross my fingers for him to not mention anything.

Jungkook darted his eyes on me as if he was too nervous and didn't know what to do, it's lacking of subtility goddammit! Look at his stressed face!

"Y/N. Put Daehan down and come here," Yoongi suddenly becomes serious and very firm in his way of speaking.

My heart is racing and about to explode. I let go of my little brother and let him get on the floor but as I'm now walking up to Yoongi, he's staying by my side and holding my hand.

"Show me both of your wrists," he doesn't glance away and keep his eyes fixed on mine as deadly as two lasers that could kill me.

"Why would I do that?" I try to not seem too suspicious and I act the same way that I would do it if I was normal, which means, rude. "You show me, your damn wrists right now."

I sigh and lightly raise my hands up to get them at the level of his face full of anger.

He stands up and grabs them one by one, to put my sleeves up and reveal the areas where could have been concealed the supposed same jewelry from his sight.

I saw Jungkook panicking and dropping his phone when my forearms got exposed.

"What the hell do you want?" I act cool as if I didn't know what's his problem.

"Jungkook," he glares at the boy that still seems fraught with anxiousness. "You tell me now what that letter means," he let go of my arms and set me free from his grip.

"That's...that is just a girl...that offered me a bracelet. Why the hell would I date your sister, knowing how much you're a psycho that would kill me?!" he let out as one of the best sentences that made me feel better. I thought he was going to be too nervous to lie right in front of his face.

"You better not," he sternly tells him. "I still find it very odd that out of twenty-four letters in the alphabet, the one engraved on this damn thing is the initial of my sister's name"

"Twenty-six," I correct him. "What?"

"There are twenty-six letters, not twenty fo-"

"Shut up. I don't give a sh*t," he sits down on the sofa letting his weight fall on it like a rock. My eyes wander away but I notice the smile on Jungkook's face as his eyes are staring at me, just after my unwanted intervention. I swear to god if someone wants the worse and most obvious spy on earth, hire this man.

I take a free place on the sofa and get joined by Daehan who's playing with his phone and rested his head on my lap.

"When do we eat?!" a boy yells out, almost shaking up the whole place. "I'm ordering now! Stop being so loud Jin! Jeez..." Yoongi responded and grabbed his phone. "What do you all want?!"

"Four Supreme pizzas for us," the blond guy with a large rectangular smile answered for the group.

"Hot and spicy for me," Jimin said. "Wonho?"

"Just chicken wings."

"I want a Pepperoni," the wonderful voice of Jungkook reverberated through the room. My heart always tingles no matter what he says, just to hear him speaking makes my brain go crazy.

"And you Y/N?" he asks the last person of the list before himself. "Chicken wings," I simply take for me.

"If you don't eat an entire box we can share and save money if you want," Wonho addresses me, sat just next to the boy gazing at me.

"Okay," I approve to the good idea.

"Why not take a pizza? You like them," Jungkook brought up to make me change my mind. I am almost sure that he doesn't want me to eat with Wonho so he just uses a pretext to get me to order something else.

"Chicken is more healthy," I answer him, which doesn't seem to be taken very well.

"Oh my...I SWEAR! You stop with your freaking diet! This is not going to happen again Y/N," my brother provokes a jump of my body at the sudden loud voice leaving his throat. Daehan got a bit startled as well.

I know what he's talking about. "I just want something hea-"

"No! Do you want me to remind you how all this sickness led you to something worse as the time was passing by?! I'm not going to go through this one more time in my life."

"Yoongi. Stop it..." I calm him down the best I can.

I know that the past few years were hard for him but also me. He had to take care of me and Daehan all by himself but a period of my life made it even harder for him when I started to starve myself and that he didn't notice how downhill my problem was going. He's scared to see me in the hospital again, too weak to even feed my own body or breath...

"Take a Hawaiian..." I look down, feeling bad all of a sudden just to remember it and realize how concerned he still is about me.

I think it sent a cold wind in the house after the way that Yoongi reacted.

He dials the number but when I checked on someone, I detected something that almost broke my heart.

My little brother is not playing to his games anymore and I can perceive a sad expression drawn on his face as he's holding my hand with his tiny little fingers.

I think that Yoongi maybe scared him when he yelled. I pull him closer and take him on my lap to hug him, he was very fast to wrap his arms around my neck.

"Y/N..." he slightly sobs in the crook of my neck. "What's wrong my baby....?" I rub his back with my hand to comfort him but it's hurting me. "I don't want you to be in hospital again..."

How can he remember that? I thought he was too young to be conscious of those things but...no...and he's even scared to see me like that one more time.

I stand up with him in my arms and walk out of the space to get to the stairs and sit down there, on one of the steps. I prefer to talk in private with him here, I'm going to cry goddammit.

"Daehan, I promise you I won't ever do bad things like that. I'm feeling fine and you won't ever see me there again just once, I promise you, my little baby," I hold him tight in my arms and look at him but the tears leaving his eyes are more painful than any other thing on this earth.

"You promise?" he keeps his eyes down on my shirt, sorrow is all I discern on his features.

"I promise you Daehan," I give him my word. He raises his hand up and just points his smallest finger out to me. "Pinky swear."

I hook it with mine. "Pinky swear."

He pecked my lips and hugged me.

The door behind me gets opened. I didn't turn around but the person came to sit by my side. He puts his hand on my thigh, to caress it tenderly. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks me softly.

I nod even if I'm not really feeling well with this whole situation. "Do you want to talk a little bit?"

"No...Not now but don't worry I'm fine," I fake a smile to not have the attention of the boy on me way too much.

"Is Daehan alright?" he cares about my little brother, that's the first time he mentions his name like that with him in my arms. "Don't steal my cuddle..." he suddenly wakes up.

"Daehan, he's not going to steal me," I smile at him to reassure the worried boy. "I'm comforting and taking care of her," Jungkook dives his eyes into mine with a soft smile brightening up my mood.

This way of just making me feel way better only with a gentle curve of his lips up and a fond look into my eyes is unbelievable.

"Why?" the curious young child question him. "Because...." his grin becomes a bit shy. "I love her."

His words left a gentle blow of air into my heart, it skipped a beat, but...was it really a good idea to say that just in front of Daehan?

"But I love my cuddle too..." he pouts cutely. "We both love you, you know..." he beams at the cute baby boy.

"But I don't like you," the five years old kid lets out as if it just had come out of his chest. That must be painful.

"Well...Okay," he chuckles a little bit but I'm sure he's just acting as if he took it with humor when in reality, I'm sure it kind of hurts him. "Yah...Jungkook loves you and you should do it too, it would make your cuddle very happy."

He scans my face with his lips pursed out and showing some untrusting.

"You love him?" my cute brother asks me. What the hell should I answer? He's going to repeat it to Yoongi if I tell him.

"Yes but I love you too and even more," I try to make my answer pass very subtly and I reassure him that I won't let him aside. "I like Jungkook too then..."

I smile and kiss his cheek. "Don't listen to what Yoongi tells you, okay?"

He nods and kisses me. "Hug Jungkookie now."

"Hmm...no...I don't like when he touches my cuddle...he's not my friend," he doesn't give in as easily as I thought.

I couldn't hold back from laughing a little bit at how cute it is and how much he's just the spit of me and Yoongi.

"Even a little kiss?" Jungkook leaned closer to me and placed his arm in my back but just to take support on the flat surface. Being against him like that makes my heart beat hastily.

He shakes his head from side to side to answer him and just plays with my hair as if he couldn't stop passing his finger through them.

"And if she kisses me?" his lips curl upwards, he tilted his head to approach mine very subtly and keep his eyes on the little boy sat on my lap. "She just kisses me...not you."

"But look at his face, he-"

Jungkook cut me off when I placed my hand on his jawline and turned my head. He moved forward to kiss me on my cheek, but it was when my head spun. His lips crashed on mine when it was supposed to be somewhere which would have made this a friendly touch. Right in front of my little brother.

My cheeks are burning and Jungkook doesn't even move as if he was all shook.