"GUYS! STOP! DON'T YOU BOTH SEE IT'S HURTING HER?!" Jimin took place in the argument.

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I just want to dig my grave and bury myself to never come back again. Was it that bad what I did? Loving someone and hiding it to not be stopped by my own family who wouldn't agree and ruin everything?

Maybe the situation in which he saw us wasn't the best one, neither the good timing but that's not a reason to react that way and talk to me as if I had cheated on someone or did something horrible.

The door of the room that was keeping Daehan asleep opened as everyone in this room seems to go berserk, revealing his small figure coming out.

I was about to take his hand and walk away when Yoongi abruptly rushed to me and grabbed my arm to drag me to the front door and get me out with my handbag that he threw on the ground.

"Y/N...!" my little brother calls out my name.

Is Yoongi going insane? He never reacted like that towards me. "Daehan stays with me. I won't let him be with a poor girl who can't even take care of herself like a mature adult."

The door was about to get closed in a blow when Jungkook came up behind Yoongi, holding Daehan in his arms. He jostled the man to elbow his way and he stepped out to grab my handbag and take my hand.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Jungkook doesn't give any attention to the boy that shouted out to us. He continues his steps hastily with Daehan who seems completely lost and scared at the same time about what's happening.

We didn't get followed and reached the car of Jungkook. We got into it, I went in the back with my little brother and he started the vehicle to drive towards my house.

"Y/N...why are you crying?" his innocent voice filled with sorrow leave his mouth feebly.

I wipe my tears away to not let my little brother see me in that state. "I'm not, it's just the wind that I got in my eyes," I force a smile to not make him worry. "Why did boba screams?"

"It's nothing...he just...-"

"Because he's a freaking moron who doesn't give a damn about his sister and just wants her to not live happily," Jungkook interrupted me. I think that what happened got him infuriated as ever. "Jungkook...don't say that please..."

"Daehan....Your brother is just deaf and small so he needs to yell for people to hear him, that's the reason why he screamed earlier," he understood that I didn't want my little baby to hear bad things about his older brother, and he quickly changed his sayings.

The young boy raised his eyes up to me with some skepticism. I'm sure that he doesn't believe what Jungkook told him in order to hide the truth, I see it in his gaze.

"Did you sleep well with the big plush in your arms?" I put a smile on my face and try to deviate from the subject.

He nods and fiddles with his finger without letting a word leave his mouth.

We fortunately finally arrive at the apartment. I step out as Jungkook does it but he went first to Daehan's seat to get him out of the car and carry him while I took my handbag.

We all went up the stairs once we entered the building and I opened the door to get inside of my house. My very small house made of only three different rooms...

I'm on the verge of bursting into tears but I have to hold back. I can't show how weak and miserable I am inside just because of my brother.

I hasten myself to go hide in the bathroom, I can't restrain all the overwhelming feeling of hate towards me making me want to give up on everything.

I lock myself in the room and just let all my anger and pain out the quietest way possible. Now I'm just a mess, I don't have any job anymore to earn money, I have to take care of Daehan, Jungkook doesn't have any house which means he's going to live with me and that I don't even have any space enough to keep him in a comfortable place...

I don't have money to pay all the bills...my brother hates me and just considers me as a sl*t...I don't know what to do anymore.

"Y/N..." Jungkook lightly knocks on the door while pronouncing my name softly. I try to clear my throat to sound normal. "Yeah."

"Can you...open the door...? Please..."

"I...yes...Just a minute..." I hurry to wipe my tears away and fade my puffy eyes the best I can, I catch my breath back properly and calm down.

I grab the handle and open the door once my face reflects less of the struggle that I attempt to conceal. "Baby..." he hurls his body against mine and wraps his arms around me to embrace me firmly. Dammit. The tears are back at it. What a freaking crybaby I am.

"Don't cry please...It's breaking my heart..." he whispers in my ear and rubs my back with one hand while the other one is caressing the nape of my neck. "There's nothing you have to blame yourself for, okay?"

"I did wrong...I shouldn't have lied or just do all those things..."

"Do you regret being with me? Loving me?" he places one finger under my chin and raises my head up. "No, I don't..."

"Then don't regret anything. If you didn't lie or hide it, do you think we would have been able to see each other so often? I'm sure he would have tried everything to separate us before we could even have started to date. So, we made a good choice and we don't care about what this man thinks, live happily the way you want to and don't let anyone use you as a puppet."

He gazes into my eyes fondly and presses his lips on mine delicately. I never saw him talking so seriously apart from when he told me he loved me.

I hug him back even more tightly and rest my head on his chest to close my eyes. That feeling of hearing his heartbeat, having his warmth against me with his arms keeping me safe while he's combing my hair with his fingers, is the most comforting and relaxing one ever. "How am I going to do....?"

"I'm here for you my baby. You don't have anything to worry about."

"But what about the money? I can't even give you anything here, it's too small, there's n-"

"Baby," he places his hands on each side of my face. "I don't care about that. I'm with you and that's the only thing that matters. Don't worry about the money, I'm going to find a job and earn it, okay?"

"No. I'm the one who has to do it. I'm going to work."

"Stop arguing," he brushes my lips with his finger but then kiss them with his. "Give me your little smile, I miss it."

"...I can't..."

His lips curved upwards and he leaned closer while sliding his hands down to my waste, to lift me up. I wrap my arms around him as he keeps on showering me with kisses that he gives me with loud smacking sounds to act cute. Just two seconds and I'm already grinning uncontrollably.

"Mmm my little baby~ I love you so much and I hate when you look at me with this sad face..." he speaks with the most adorable tone, melting my heart while all the kisses are accelerating the speed of my pulse. He walks out of the bathroom while carrying me and not stopping himself from pressing his lips on my face or neck. He's slightly giggling at my reaction and how easy it is for him to make me feel better with simple things.

We both land on the couch with this man on top of me. He slows down on the amount of pecks but still continues cherishing me with them, tenderly and softly. My heart is crazy at the touches and sweetness of the boy trying to comfort me and brighten up my mood.

He stops for a moment and gazes into my eyes in the fondest way ever. That is kind of destabilizing to have those big and deep marbles staring at me with sparkles in it, added to that the gentleness of his cute smile.

He drops his look down on my lips but licks his thin ones, to lean in a bit more and approach my features, then take glances of my eyes, switching between the things that he wants to kiss or what could give him a hint of my response.

He lightly tilts his head, and after scanning my lips for a long moment, he finally meets them with his. Even though I expected it to happen, I still got a bit shook by the sudden rush of blood and feelings.

The pressure between our lips remained simple in lasting but terribly strong in emotions.

He pulls apart from a small distance with a soft contact that doesn't break between our skins. Our eyes lock together.

"I love you," left his mouth in a shivering manner that stirred up my mind. That's insane how much just words pronounced by someone can be powerful for the brain and heart that reacts after hearing it.

"I love you too," my cheeks warm up all by themselves, not caring about the fact that I look dumb in front of him.

He smiled broadly and let his weight rest on my body with his arms wrapped around it, while his head got hid in the crook of my neck where he stimulated my veins by kissing me.

The door of the bedroom opens very quietly. Daehan is peeking at us all discreetly.

"Daehan...come here, your sister wants a hug from you," Jungkook rolled a little bit to the side still keeping an arm on my stomach to embrace me with the other under my back.

The little boy walked closer to us and climbed up on me to wrap his arms around my neck. "Are you angry with me cuddle...?"

"What? No, I'm not my little sweetheart...How can you think that?"

"You stay with Jungkook but not me..." he talks in a very low voice without raising his head up to look at me.

"My little baby...I would hug you all the time if you wanted but I just stay with him because I like it as much as I do with you" I stroke his back to reassure this young soul that seems way too worried. "You can hug me too....I'm as nice as your sister," Jungkook reduced the space between our faces to try having a little attention from the boy who's hiding.

Daehan finally shows his features and look at the man lied down by my side but also partly on me. "I prefer my cuddle."

"I agree, I prefer her as well."

What the-!

Daehan pursed his lips out to show his grief at the mean sayings of the man of which I hit the stomach to make him understand it's not a good idea to tell him those things.

"I'm joking my cute boy," he puts one arm on him and slightly elevates his body with his elbow to lean in and kiss the boy's head. "I love you and you're a super great little man who's better than any other boy."

The complimented kid laid his eyes back on him.

"Look how pretty you are, you're even cuter and strong than me that's unfair," he pinches his squishy cheeks to try getting him. "But you have a lot of big muscles. My sister said i-"

"Daehan!" I cut him off to immediately stop him. Oh my god, this kid is going to embarrass me.

"No come on, tell me what she already said about me. I want to know," Jungkook worsen the situation, encouraging the boy to continue and reveal things he shouldn't. "No! This is n-"

"She," he covers my mouth with his hand and prevents me from talking even more. "Go ahead my cutie."

"She said you are tall and very muscular and that you were like iron man because your muscles are hard but that your face is like a baby."

How can he remember all those things goddammit?!

"Oh I see," he enjoys the moment and set his eyes on me to smile widely. Holy crap my face is hot.

"Come hug me," he opens his arm for Daehan to go forward. He took him closer to his torso and embraced him before lying down on his back. "Tell me all the little secrets that she told you not to say."

"My little baby don't do that. Please, we promised," I beg a six years old boy to keep quiet and not divulge all the little things I said. He looked at me but then turned his head to put his eyes on the male person smiling and enjoying this to the full. "I can't say it."

"But what if I buy you a lot of donuts?" this bad man tries to coax my little brother, knowing how much this is going to work with this argument.

"Donuts...?" he slowly peeks at me. "Daehan. Don't, this mister is lying, this is bad."

"I like donuts..."

"Yes but you like your sister...Right?" I hope for him to not choose food over me. I'm persuaded he won't because I'm his sister, I know him.

"She said she loves you a lot," he betrays me just to have his unhealthy snacks. I'm offended as hell. "I want my donuts now," he reclaims his reward for being disloyal.

Jungkook is laughing like a damn cute little jerk just to realize how I got ridiculed by my own brother who preferred the food instead of me.

I leave the couch and go to the opened kitchen to avoid those people that are both embarrassing me and mocking me.

"Baby~!" he chuckles and tries to ask for me to pay attention to his calls. "Go to hell! You have fun making fun of me?" I glare at him with my arms crossed who's caused instinctively by my awkwardness and timidity.

"I don't, my love," he giggles but puts Daehan on the floor to come walk up to me. "No don't hug me," I dodge his arms and push him away.

"Aw baby, come here," he doesn't give up and grabs my hands to pull me closer and force me to be against him while being squeezed. "I love you a lot too," he whispers softly in my ear.

Dammit. I don't want to smile and get weak but that's exactly what I'm doing.