The pair of you reach home, you saying nothing, silent like he is "you don't have to remember her" he finally says.

"I know" you smile "she's the only thing that keeps me sane" you whisper, a look of worry overwhelms his sharp features "it amuses me" you say as he raises a cautious brow.

"How both you and Jimin don't have anything in common except the fear you have when you look at me, like I'll snap" he's about to protest before you enter, leaving him unsatisfied.

Upon entrance you're greeted by the smell of mouthwatering food, you inhale the waft of air sighing in contentment as an anticipating figure quickly approaches you.

No words are said as the taller Brunette embraces you, his warmth settles into your body almost instantly relieving your mind "my girl" he coos softly.

His breath escapes thickly as he tightens his hold "you were alone" he mumbles, he's failing to hide his tears and you can almost feel him breaking.

"You were alone because of me" he cries, the tears no longer rim his eyes, instead they run freely seeping into your shirt, "I-I'm sorry."

Muffled cries cloud your hearing as you stand motionless, he's wrong and you know that, it's not his fault, rather the fault of others that he's taken the responsibility of.

Your arms reach out tying themselves around him as you comfortingly stroke his back, "I know" you reply, a sigh escapes his lips as he breaks the embrace whilst wiping his eyes.

"You must be hungry" he states with a smile, the three of you make your way towards the table, SeokJin giving you a loving kiss on your forehead before leaving to bring the food.

A taller man enters the room staring at you with what can only be described as regret, regret that you were born, regret of how you turned out.

Although his dull smile makes an appearance deep down you know he still thinks it's wrong for you to be here, he joins you his hair disheveled and his eye bags prominent; he tries his best to give you a warm welcome greeting you before he sits at the head of the table "dad" you call as both the older men look up at you.

You smile a little as they chuckle "What is it y/n?" Your father questions formally, "I'll take over your night shift for today since I'm here" the man looks a bit distressed at your comment staring at you with a warning gaze.

"Y/n" he calls scoldingly "I'll be good to your workers don't worry" you smile cheekily "you're sleeping fine aren't you?" He questions softly.

Your face becomes pale, it's not as if he cares anyways and even if he did it's not the perfect timing, "I am, but I'd rather not" you mumble.

He rubs his temples whilst letting out an uneasy breath, "Y/n please do me a favour and look after yourself" he pleads "children learn from their parents" you shrug.

"I'll even go therapy if you want" you negotiate, "once a week" he replies challengingly, your tongue pushes against your cheek "once a month" you compromise.

"Fine, once a month" he frowns whilst sighing, he still thinks you need it, your face falls for a second, he still thinks you're mentally unstable.

"I'll take over today, you only have to review and finalise the magazine anyways" you smile as he raises a brow, SeokJin places a hand on his husband's shoulder.

"Joon just let her do it for today" he says softly looking at the other whilst squeezing his shoulder a little, Namjoon sighs in defeat "take your pills and don't forget the deal."

You roll your eyes nodding at your father, getting up you wash your dishes pulling on your jacket as you leave the house again.

You aren't crazy, not as far as you know anyways, sure you have anger issues and look like you could potentially murder, but that's not enough to verify that you're mentally unstable.

You don't know what it is about fear, it has you captivated, at first your anger was just a front for the people who let you down, it eventually led to a lot of people fearing your name.

But now, now it's something you've gotten used to, it interests you how far people can avoid what they fear, but you know you're no better.

•••

The chilly wind seeps into your skin as you breathe out a puff of air that converts into smoke, getting onto your bike you start the engine driving to the company.

You're greeted by a familiar smile as you walk to the reception "Mrs Han" you grin "finally back?" She asks, her wrinkled eyes look at you menacingly "found a boy yet?" She teases.

A chuckle slips past your lips "you never change do you" you reply bowing as you enter through the double doors, the decorated halls of the building fascinate you, the vibrant colours captivate your sight until you reach the office.

"Oh m-miss y/n what are you doing here?" The secretary stutters as you give her a look "can I not be here?" You question sternly, she doesn't reply.

You walk into the office clearly offended by her disapproving look, you begin to ponder over the fact that your father was working late, surely he and SeokJin both new your time of arrival.

You have a plan, you aim to get better before you actually leave. You aim to be normal, to try and fix your broken family without any interference, to sleep.

You thought that Jungkook entering then leaving was a sign, no happiness ever came without a reason.

And now he's back which has you on edge, until now you could predict almost everything, every emotion, every act, you thought it was all set in stone but here he is.

"Jeon Jungkook, What are you?" You whisper, holding up the magazine you stare at the male model on the cover.