"It's slowly becoming impossible to imagine myself without you."

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[A/N POV]

Jungkook saw how tired she must be. Not because of today, but by everything. It's understandable how she's slowly losing herself to appear strong because he too can relate with her because he's on the same boat as her- 'You have to appear perfect'. Now that he look closely, she appears lost at times. Initially, he took it as her nature to be serious and mean at times, but today he saw how sacred she is of something to the point she's begging, begging to stop.

"Y/N you have done a lot for me. Enough of us being strangers, I really want to help you out- willingly or unwillingly. There's so many things I want to ask you, but I'm not getting the right words to speak. I don't know why my heart aches whenever I see you being this vulnerable. I don't have feelings for you, but still I can't see you in pain. What is this feeling lingering in my head? Why am I being so caring all of a sudden towards her? It must be because I owe her- my life." He was deeply lost in his thoughts whilst cooking noodles.

Jungkook cooked instant noodles for both of them. Till that time Y/N was sitting on the couch placed near the window, admiring the view of the moon.

Her mind was filled with millions of thoughts and chaos about the recent happenings. The only person who could solve the mystery was Lee Jun Woo- The chairman of YJN.

The outcomes of the recent events made her wonder.

What possibly could happen next?

She got out of her thoughts when Jungkook placed the plate of hot, freshly cooked noddles in front of her, on the coffee table. She took a glance at Jungkook standing on the other side, perhaps he was in a dilemma  whether to sit beside her or not.

"Well, this is the first time I'm cooking without someone's help. I hope you'll forgive me if there's something wrong in the dish." He shyly scratched his neck.

"It's not dish, it's rather a midnight snack. Why are you standing? Come sit here." She patted on the empty space beside her.

"Sure."

He shyly sat beside her maintaining a proper distance, making her understand that he was waiting for the chance when she'll ask him out, else he wouldn't sit. That ofcourse reveals his gentleman personality.

"You know, I can relate to you on a spiritual level. For the fact that I was on the same position as you before, I know it sucks a lot to learn cooking." She spoke to start a conversation.

"It does, especially for people like us who don't have time to even eat. Did you learn it because of me?" He noticed the fresh scars of blisters and cuts on her hands, he was culpable enough of everything he's done to her, now this adds one more reason for her to call him an absolute jerk.

Would she hate me now?
Hell yes!
He questioned himself.

"No, I wanted to learn because at the end of day I have to cook for myself. There's no one to support you know. I beleive, you must have basic knowledge of things which will help you in future and cooking is one of them.Don't blame yourself for that, I got the cuts because of my own clumsiness and when you're learning something new, it's natural to get hurt sometimes." She said with full confidence splitting out from her eyes giving him a sense of relief the at least he wasn't the reason for those cuts but deep inside he still blamed himself.

"Thankyou for everything! Honestly, I'm in a lack of words right now." His lips curved upwards whilst thanking this lady, only to witness her humorous side.

"So don't speak! Let's eat before it gets cold. You know rats have committed suicide in my stomach waiting till their last breath for some food." She giggled and soon digged into her food, that made him laugh his lungs out at her comment. She was so focused on eating that she didn't notice his pretty bunny teeth.

Food comes first you know.

"You're hilarious! My stomach is in pain after all the laughs!" He announced holding his belly still laughing.

"Eat it else I'll eat yours too. It's good, I like it!" She warned, her mouth was stuffed with food.

"Yes ma'am! Thankyou for the compliment." He nodded like an obedient kid.

After peacefully finishing the midnight snack, he put the plates in the sink and returned back with glasses filled with water, handing one glass to her and he was about to go back to the kitchen when she stopped him.

"Don't wash the plates, it's fine. We can do it tomorrow. It's freezing cold and the tap water will make your hands numb even if you wear gloves."

"You sure? I mean it isn't good to leave plates like that." He asked sternly, if she allowed he really would've washed the dishes without complaining.

"Stop being a perfect good boy! I know you're tired, you don't have to do everything. Wait here, I'll be back."

With that being said, she quickly  got up from the couch and in a few minutes returned with big blankets and a pillow and started arranging them on the couch to make a herself a comfortable bedding to have a peaceful sleep.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook enquired perplexed at her actions.

"Making a leisure place for myself to sleep, master." She teased earning another heartwarming laugh from the male.

"Master? I'm getting a king-like feel now. Your sense of humour is on another level!" He complimented laughing like a five year old kid.

One of the things she found so lovely about him, was his nose scrunch and the cute bunny teeth on display when he laughs, it could be said that his laugh had healing powers to make someone smile at his cuteness.

"You are a king, master. You might have never noticed but we as ARMYs adore you as our king. A king with a beautiful heart and a humble soul." She spoke further making the brunette blush holding his ears.

"I'm not that special, you're flattering me."

"You know people are dying to see you in reality or just get your glance from even a chink if possible. I feel I'm lucky in that case, personally it's an honor to meet you." She said facts.

After all, she was one of those rare beings who survived being this close with her bias.

If this is a dream, please never wake me up. She thought wondering if this is real because this is first time she saw him laugh this much that too because of her. Oh, how much she wished to be the reason for his happiness.

"It's an honor for me to meet you! It's wierd that we met under the most uncommon circumstances. You know, you're very different and unique." He praised her pulling her out of her thoughts. 

"I know I'm a queen! So, now Mr. Jeon go and sleep in my room. It's late." She ordered flipping her hair.

"No I can't, it's your room, how can I-" As expected he declined but she won't let him sleep on this small couch would she? She knew very well his big ass body won't fit in this small couch and the very next day would result in back ache and discomfort.

"My house, my rules. Now go before I change my mind and make you sleep on this cold floor without a blanket. Run!" She threatened only to make him go away as she knew he won't listen by any other means and he had no choice than to listen to her as he too knew, she'll literally make him sleep on the cold floor. Just the thought of it gave shivers down his spine.

It is better to sleep on the bed than to numb one's muscles sleeping on the cold floor right?

"Thank you for the assistance miss. I'll get going." He jokingly bowed like an obedient child and sprinted towards the room.

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It was past four in the morning yet both of them were unable to get a wink of sleep even after going through such dangerous situation. Both had reasons— Jungkook because of his curiosity for asking and knowing more about Y/N.  Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't sleep even after all the drowsiness building up in her body like blocks because she was in deep thoughts of what her next step should be. She know very well that YJN and their artist or Jungkook's so called 'girlfriend' won't be silent after they get to know that he escaped the place.

Moreover, a new card has been flipped. This can be as powerful as three aces for winning the game. The ace is- JK, ultimate ruler of the merciless gang, Black Bullet. If he's caught many of the things could be solved.

She was caught up in her thoughts, curling into a ball, when she heard some noise from the kitchen. She went to look up only to be welcomed by one and only handsome hubby aka Jungkook.

"You're still awake?" They both flinched and said in unison. She noticed he was there to fetch some water but halted on his actions when he saw her.

"Actually I couldn't sleep."

"Me neither, I'm curious about something."

"I know what you want to ask. Since we both can't sleep then wanna have coffee with Y/N? You know a little chit-chat sort of?" She proposed the idea of having a talk as she knew its time for him to know some things  about her, else her secrets will make things difficult in the very future.

"I'm fully interested, should I make some?" He nodded curiously.

"No I will, coffee is the only thing that I make really good." She declined his offer.

" Same " He said letting out a chuckle.

"We do have some thing in common after all." Y/N said picking up the tiny coffee packets from the cupboard and he listened attentively.

"Alright, I'm waiting for you there." He gave a little smile pointing towards the couch.

With that being said he walked towards the couch and made himself comfortable by covering his legs with the blanket, previously used by Y/N. It had the cocoa- butter aroma of her body lotion, that fragrance was like a calming pill to him. Momentarily, Y/N approached him with a cup of hot coffee, he took a sip of it and immediately his lips curved upwards.

"It's good, I loved it!" He exclaimed due to the delicious taste of the sweet liquid.

"I know I'm fabulous." She shrugged flipping her hair.

"Sometimes, I feel you're the long lost sister of Jin Hyung! The confidence is no joke." He proclaimed. Well, he spoke facts, earning a smile from her.

"I know!"

[A/N: WWH's BRIEF APPEARANCE. EVERYONE STEP ASIDE OUR KING'S ENTERING!]

[A/N: Now..]

[A/N: Getting myself ready to get beaten up. *Continue*]

After they both finished the coffee, while admiring the beauty of the moon seen from the window, Jungkook spoke to break the silence.

"You know...Sara was someone very near to my heart. We weren't siblings by blood but she meant more than a real sister to me." He spoke with a sad smile.

[Y/N POV]

So, he's finally opening up with me. Looks like things wouldn't be awkward anymore between us, I also have many things to share. Maybe, I'll get a load off my chest, it becomes suffocating after some time when all things, pains, the miseries are kept to myself.

"How was she? Was she cute or mature?" I asked tilting my head towards him.

"Both, she always smiled and hid her pains. I never got to know that she was being mentally traumatized by bullying and then..." He choked on his words unable to speak the horrendous crime that happened with her.

"She...she always smiled happily whenever she was with me. She cheered me when I was unhappy. I remember, she was always the first person to wish me on birthday. No matter if I pick up my phone or not, she would always call me a dozen times to ask about my whereabouts." He expressed his pain looking downwards trying hard to control his tears.

"She was such a caring girl, I feel sad for her. But you know, she's happy wherever she is now." I softly patted his shoulders trying to soothe him, I know I can't take away his pain but maybe I can lessen it.

"I hope she rests in peace." A gloomy expression made it's way on his face.

"Can you tell something about yourself, if you're comfortable?" He carefully asked fidgeting, taking precise care of his choice of words, a pinch of curiosity evident in his voice. Perhaps, he did not wanted to make things weird between us.

"You know, I can understand the pain of bullying very well." I spoke looking in the front blankly. I'm not in the position to make eye contact with him, I don't know what he'll think of me after he gets to know about my past.

Will he judge me?

"Did you also?" His brows turned upwards in surprise.

I slowly nodded playing with my fingers, my lips pressed into a thin line, I'm afraid he'll not accept me. After all, who can tolerate a person who has a traumatic disorder? I won't blame him.

"I won't judge you. It's alright if you don't want to share." I gazed into his eyes with my glossy ones. My lips parted to speak something but nothing came out.

Noticing my inability to express further, ge excused himself getting up from the couch and was about to go away to his room when I held him by his wrist. I want his company, I want him by my side. He glanced at my hand on his wrist and then sat down again in the same position.

"Yes, I was bullied...a lot. During my senior year in high school there was a group of rich kids who always picked up on me."

My hands trembled getting reminded of the incidents . I looked down in shame, it was shameful for me to even reminisce those painful things. Those memories still haunt me, I can't sleep peacefully when I see 'that thing'.

Jungkook listened patiently but didn't say anything, instead his little actions were enough to make me feel at ease. In a blink of an eye, he covered me with the blanket, again without making any physical contact and keeping distance.

"No, it's f-"

"You're not fine. I know it's agonizing to remember those memories but it's good to share, it lessens your pain and it's cold, cover yourselves." He cut my sentence mid-way lightly scolded me.

Now this is quite different scenario. We both were in the same blanket and he rubbed my cold hands. I can feel the warmth of his hands. This.. this.. is making me blush. I never thought something like this could happen in my life! I think this is what they meant when they say- 'Unplanned things make the best memories'.

"You were saying something?" He asked lightly touching my knuckles. I snapped back to reality after looking at his hand still with mine, after good two minutes.

"Well this was probably the time when I was eighteen and my brother was twenty four. We didn't had enough money to afford expensive things. As you know, after my parents sudden demise we both were almost in the verge of becoming homeless. But thanks to my brother's qualifications he got a small job in a news company. He was good and very hardworking. Still, we didn't had enough money to afford our expenses. You know there was a time when we had to sleep without eating dinner."

I chuckled sadly telling him just a little part of my painful past, crazy to think he's one of the elements of that remorseful past.

He must never know what has happened in my past life, to him, to us.

He'll not be able to handle that guilt.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He spoke in a low tone probably in lack of words right now.

"I got admission into high school through scholarship and my fees was paid by the charity. I was the only odd one out among all the rich kids in that high standard school, that is why they bullied me a lot." I spoke further making him astounded.

"You didn't do anything?! You didn't tell brother?" He asked raising his voice.

"My brother knew but he couldn't do anything against these powerful people! I was very naive, very innocent and very, so very lonely, back then. Everyone felt despicable by me. I never understand,is being poor that bad, that people start to hate you?!" I raised my voice a little unable to get a hold on my emotions, it's tough to control now as he's the first person who was interest know more about me. My eyes were glistening with tears forming in them, I don't want to cry.

No, I'll not cry.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked, had I known it's this traumatizing!" He spoke in a pitiful tone.

"No, I want to speak out today. Enough of keeping things locked inside. My little heart-shaped locker will burst out from these never ending pains!" I yelled trying hard to control my sobs, I don't want to keep these memories with me. Some where deep inside I feel he'll not judge me, at least he'll listen. 

"Say it out then, I'm listening."

"The worst hit was when one day, those girls along with some guys caught me and beated me mercilessly when I was about to return home. They...  they even cut my hair through and they... shred my uniform into pieces leaving me with n-no proper c-clothes on. They e-even c-clicked p-pictures and released them on the school media platform making me a laughing stock for everyone!" I turned my head towards the front looking everywhere but him. My eyebrows crouched, my lips were quivering and I was trying so hard to control the warm salty liquid threatening to spill anytime from my eyes.

"I was highly surprised listening to her story. I instantly pulled her into a tight hug digging her head into my shoulder. She kept silent all this time, she has suffered a lot! My eyes were burning in rage thinking of the embarrassment she must have gone through because of those bastards! I can see she was trying so hard to not cry. I softly caressed her hair wondering how can people be this heartless and cruel to someone? I wonder why God let these kind of people live such a happy and luxurious life instead of those who really do deserve one." He thought to himself.

"It's alright, I'm with you! Don't be sad anymore." He said pulling me away and cupped my cheeks. At this point, he appeared very angry as if he'll kill anyone who dares to trouble him.

Is he angry because of me?

"I'm not sad anymore. You know now I feel it was a part of life which has went away. We have to see all seasons, then only we understand the importance of each and every season." I spoke trying to sound neutral, I don't want to make him angry. It was the past, I can't destroy my present because of it.

"Why don't you just cry and let it all out?" He asked looking straight into my eyes.

Did he knew I was trying so hard to not shed tears? I'm sorry but I'm just too prideful to let my guard down and appear a weakling again, even in front of you.

"A part of me died, the day my dignity was tainted." I pulled my hands away from him and spoke further.

"What all I have left inside me is a huge unhealed trauma. Even after all these years I fear scissors so much. You know, even going for hair-dressing I have to tightly close my eyes to not make those scenes appear in front of my eyes again. I only feel empty, my night always starts with mournful memories and bitter dreams."

I got up and was about to go, not in the position to handle my emotions anymore, when he pulled me back by wrapping his muscular hands on my waist and spoke further, his hot breath flowing inside my ears.

"Min Y/N, I promise from today onwards, if anyone tries to make you sad, they'll see the worst side of me and I mean it! I'll not let you suffer anymore. You don't deserve this, I'll protect you. I'll make your night start with beautiful memories, I'll make it a sweet night. Don't let your fears stop you anymore. I'll never let you cry again. This is a promise to myself!" He declared passionately, back hugging me.

At that moment I felt there's someone who's ready to fight the world for me. I somehow felt happy. I felt this new feeling of getting protected. Till now, it was fed in my brain that I have to be alone, no one would be with me, there would never be a miracle for me.

But today I felt that miracles do happen. Miracles happen in the most unexpected situation.

When you feel alone, when you feel lonely, you must let out the things in your heart- that's why people share their feelings. I don't know what made me happier, that he didn't judge me or he, for once, promised to take care of me.

Am I getting greedy?

It ain't a crime to crave for a little, just a little affection right?

Maybe, he can make my life a little easier, a little happier than it was before.

"Why will you do that?" I asked, steadily removing his hands off my waist and turning towards him

"You deserve happiness and I'll do anything to have you attain it. I owe you my life and I want to pay you back." He spoke in a raspy voice.

I got it now. He's doing all this to return my favour.

Min Y/N you lovesick fool! I was crazy to think that he might have feelings for me. As much as I wanted to tell this to him, but I'm bounded by these invisible walls. I can't break them.

You're my happiness Jungkook, I love you.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Well, Karma is a bitch.

Now, *dramatic drumrolls* here comes the time to lighten up our moods. I know this is an emotional chapter so, I'll try to make you laugh a little bit 🙂.

English translation: "Borahae creator Taehyung is washing dishes"