A gasp leaves your mouth as you clutch onto the sheets tangled across your body. Beads of sweat form on your forehead and your breathing dangerously quickens.

A hard sound echoes through the room as your fist harshly smashes through the headboard.

And suddenly your all too aware of your surroundings.

A gloomy, blank room plastered white; the corners of the room-dirty as you peer down at your clothes. The sickening pale blue adornment hugging your body sends your stomach churning as a chill runs down your spine.

You scream frustratedly whilst tearing the thin blankets covering you in half, you hate it; you can't bear the sight of walls encasing you like some mentally distraught prisoner.

"I'm, I'm normal; I will remember everything" you cry "is it hard to believe I'm not crazy" you yell through gritted teeth "is it that hard to have a little faith I'll recover?" You whisper whilst tears escape your eyes.

Your head buries itself into the thin fabric of the trousers as you sit up letting out muffled cries.

You feel a presence, some sort of warmth unsure of what to do to console you, to stop the tears flowing from your eyes as you lift your head up. Your face scrunches up looking at the Male with your blurry vision.

His gaze pierces into you peering at you with an emotion you can barely decipher; for a few moments you stare at him, vulnerability speaking for you before you harden your gaze.

"What are you doing here?" You snap whilst wiping your eyes, he sits in front of you- the bed sinking under his weight as he finally speaks "I have faith" he states strongly before embracing you. You struggle as he cradles your body into his "let go of me."

"Let me go" you yell attempting to push him off as he tightens his hold, his warmth seeps into your body like a tranquilliser, calming your nerves, and you don't know why, you have no idea as to how your arms wrap around him so naturally.

Neither of you speak, your puffy eyes glazed with water close painfully as you mumble your next words "you started this all" he shifts uncomfortably at the accusation pulling away as he looks at you questioningly.

His dark eyes bore into yours comforting you in a way as you inhale a sharp breath, he barely knows you but it feels as though he already understands every aspect of your life.

Jungkook's soft palm pads against your cheek "I don't know how, but I'll end it" a spark of determination rises in his eyes as the two of you stare at each other in silence.

"Jungkook" you breathe, at that a smile paints his face "of course you remember" he boasts enthusiastically, you scowl at his pride putting an end to the remaining sympathetic tension "do you just hug any crazy woman you find?" You yell whilst smacking him with the pillow.

A low chuckle escapes his lips as he recovers from the pillow smack  "it didn't seem like you hated it when you hugged back" he scoffs in amusement as you grit your teeth "I'll sue you" you growl.

"Is that a promise love?" He cocks his brow challengingly before you beat him with the pillow, he violently grasps onto the soft item throwing it across the room as he lunges.

The man hovers above you grinning with amusement as his palms clasp your wrists to the side of your head, Jungkook smiles roaming his eyes over your features, admiring you, as you gulp nervously.

"I looked for you" he breathes, his body falls to rest next yours as you turn inwards facing him. "Came round to your apartment a couple of times too" he explains.

Your face falls as he lifts himself up "it would've been convenient if I was there huh?" You scoff with regret, it wasn't your fault though, none of the last two years were your fault "I-I don't think it's a good idea to continue as we are" you say grimly.

"I know" you hoist your body up, a fiery flame burning into the pit of your stomach as his eyes undress you like an onion losing it's layers.

You haven't felt this type of feeling with anyone, this nervous yet comforting feeling; it all feels alien but it seems even more intriguing than the fear you feed off.

Jungkook looks at you yearningly. You can see it in his eyes, the regret that holds him captive, forcing him to wish the two of you met under different circumstances.

But you didn't, and that's why instead of giving into his desires, instead of kindling further something that's already lit he leans in, his face close to yours as you close your eyes.

"I wish it wasn't like this" he mumbles weakly. Constraining himself, he places his warm lips onto your forehead kissing you longingly.

They rest there for a few seconds before he retracts gazing at you deeply as he shakes his head "I'll let you get some rest" he smiles lightly whilst grabbing his jacket.

And once again he fades away, within your reach yet so far away.