Later that night

Y/n PoV

After a 10 minute walk from the beach, Jungkook and I finally make it back to the house. I'm wearing his jacket due to my lack of chest support, otherwise my nipples would be poking through like glass by now. I feel like a child when I wear his clothes, they're always so big and floppy on me but I kinda love it.

"Isn't that Jimins car?"

I follow the direction in which Jungkook points.

"Yeah it is." I say confused.

"What does he want?"

"Yah Jungkook be nice." I tut before walking ahead. When I enter the house, I'm surprised to see everyone gathered around the table in the kitchen. "What's going on?" My voice stirs everyone to look my way.

"Jimin needs to stay with us for a while." Jin says.

"What?" I jump from Jungkooks voice as he stands at my side. "Why??"

"Someone burnt down Jimins flat."

"What?!" My eyes widen.

"Everything's ruined. My clothes. Photos—."

"Then you can borrow some of Jungkooks." I say. Jungkook let's out a laugh of sarcasm. "I doubt he'd fit into any of them."

"I can't ask of that." Jimin replies before messing with the handle of his mug. I see Jisoo made him one of her famous cheer up brews. "I shouldn't even be here—."

"Yeah don't you have any family you can stay with?" Jungkooks asks.

"Will you quit it!" I glare at him before turning back to the others. "Jin he can stay here right??"

"I mean we don't have a spare room but—."

"He can have the couch." Jisoo comments before collecting everyone's empty mugs to take to the sink. "We're practically a b&b now anyway so what's one more guest."

"Thank you Jisoo." Jimin lightly smiles. "I don't know how I can repay you guys—."

"Yeah yeah enough of the heart warming words. Everyone out of my kitchen so I can clean up. Jin go get the spare blankets and pillows from the loft."

"Yes dear." The male smiles. I can tell Jin just fell in love with Jisoo that little bit more and I don't blame him. She's incredible. She's opened up her home to people she barely knows and now she's doing the same, all because she knows we're friends of her husband. Their love is so strong and I admire it.

"Wait but do we know who started the fire?" I ask.

"Well that's actually why I decided to come here." Jimin reaches into his jean pocket to pull out a piece of scrap paper. "The receptionist of my building said some man left a note for me."

He slides it across the table to me.

Blood is thicker than water. You should never try to keep what wasn't yours in the first place. I'll come for you all one by one until he's back with me.

"Someone wants Jungkook?" I look at Jin. "W-who? It can't be Dr Lee she's in prison."

"My father." Jungkook takes the note from me to examine. "This is his hand writing. I saw a lot of rough notes that night he showed me the camera room."

"But why would he go for Jimin first?" I ask confused.

"Beats me. It's not exactly like we care about one another." At Jungkooks words Jimin rolls his eyes.

"Maybe he's worried about what Jimin knows." Jin suggests. "Being a prison guard for Jungkook must have gotten you quite a bit of insight. That must threaten him—."

"Please. His only responsibility was locking me in at night."

"Yeah and I remember how you'd cry like a baby when I left."

"I never cried because of you—."

"Aw did the little bitch boy want mommy to come visit?"

"I'd watch your mouth—."

"What you gonna do you gonna hit me—."

"GUYS!" I snap at the two bickering males, my hand now placed on Jungkooks stomach after stopping him from charging towards Jimin. "This is serious and you need to stop behaving like children! Someone's threatening us and we need to finally start acknowledging that!!"

"Is this about the other notes?" Jisoo asks, and I freeze at her words.

"...what?"

"The notes." She repeats.

Shit.

"What notes?" Jungkook asks with furrowed brows before looking at me.

"I've found a few in the trash." Jisoo says. "I thought it was my husband throwing away possible poetry drafts he could be writing for his devoted wife. But when I read them they were just awful threats. Kind of disturbing ones too."

"Y/n?" Jungkook turns to me fully.

My words get caught in my throat for a second. "I-I didn't wanna tell you because I knew you'd be worried—."

"How long have you been receiving them?"

"..A few months."

"And you kept it from me all this time?? What happened to being honest with each other? Trusting one another??"

"I know and I'm sorry but—."

"We have to leave."

"What?"

"What??" Jin repeats after me.

"Well we can't stay here. If someone knows I'm here it's not just dangerous for Y/n and I but for all of you."

With a disappointed tone, Jin just brings himself to stand. "You're still undergoing treatment. I can't let you leave."

"Then I'll just pack some pills and I'll be fine."

"You can't just take them whenever you feel it Jungkook. I'm constantly trying out new medication with you to see what helps with your panic attacks and nightmares—."

"I haven't split in ages though!"

I go to take hold of Jungkooks hand until he steps away. I can tell he's getting worked up and it's dangerous, I just wanna comfort him. I've dealt with him when scared. I've dealt with him when angry. When he's sad. And right now he's experiencing all three.

"I'm fucking 20 years old I can handle my own drugs!" He snaps.

"As your doctor Jungkook I can't let you—."

"Make up your fucking mind Jin are you my friend or my doctor because I'm getting sick of you switching every fucking second!!" And just like that he storms out of the room.

I look at everyone. "...I should go see if he's okay."

"No you should take a break from baby sitting him." Jimin tuts.

"Jimin I'm marrying him. This is what I'm gonna be doing for the rest of my life. Comforting him when he's sad. Holding him when he's scared. Calming him when he's angry. If that's baby sitting to you then I fear you'll never know what love is like." I leave after finishing that statement. Everything seemed to be going perfect until now. I knew once Jungkook was released things wouldn't be easy, but I didn't expect them to become difficult so quickly. I just wish we'd be cut a break for once. Just one normal day that's all I'm asking for. Just one day.

When I enter the bedroom I'm disappointed to see Jungkook packing away his things into a duffel bag.

"Kooks..."

"I won't force you to pack. But you're coming with me Y/n I'm not leaving you here."

"We don't need to leave at all though."

"My dad knows we're here Y/n!" The male snaps. I step forward and pull the duffel bag to the side. "And so did your mother but we survived that."

"You almost didn't." He looks at me seriously.

"But I did. That's what you should focus on Kooks. No matter what happens we're always gonna survive this because we know what to expect. This is our life."

"But I wish it wasn't."

"What do you mean?"

With an exhausted sigh Jungkook sits on the bed. "First I was the orphan, then the mental patient and prisoner. Now I'm the guy released from a sentence who still needs a doctor feeding him pills just so he can be less fucked up in the brain."

"For once. Just once." He lets out a laugh but I can hear the pain in his voice. "I'd love to just be be Jungkook. I feel like I don't even know the kind of person I'm supposed to be. I don't know anything outside of the treatments or sentences. I feel lost all the time and it's so exhausting."

"When I first started doing my portrait sketches. I felt a little bit closer to being normal. I was actually doing a hobby. But then I remembered that the people who pay for my sketches have no clue I'm the one doing them. And I knew what would happen if they did. It just made me feel more like a freak in hiding."

"Then when you asked me to marry you. I felt so ashamed. You weren't asking because you'd taken the time to plan it out. It's because you were afraid of me losing the plot and running off before you got the chance. You felt rushed because you knew just how fucked up my mind could be and you were scared I'd leave without warning."

"Kooks that's not—."

"I just hate the person I am Y/n. I really..really hate myself."

Seeing him so sad brings tears to my eyes. I sniffle which catches his attention.

"No Noona don't cry now." He looks at me pained.

"I can't help it. You've been so unlucky you're whole life and mistreated by so many people. I don't wanna be the one who continues to remind you of that."

"No you don't remind me of that." He stands to cup hold of my face, bringing himself close. "Y/n when I'm with you it's the only time I can forget how messed up I am. You're my one insight to normality. It's you that helps me to stay sane which why I'm begging you to come with me tonight."

"It's not safe for us to go though."

"You'll be safe with Y/n. I'll take care of you—."

"I know you will." I smile through my tears.

"Then let's leave this place and protect each other."

"But I don't wanna keep running Jungkook. And I know you hate acknowledging it but you're still recovering from an illness—."

"You sound just like Jin." He pushes past me to walk away.

"But that doesn't define you!" My voice makes him holt in his tracks. "You're so much more than that. You're a friend. To Jin, to me to Jisoo. You're an artist who earns his own income. And most of all you're a survivor. Stop trying to run from all of that and embrace  it. Otherwise they all win, every person who has ever abused you will win Jungkook."

Walking forward I I cup hold of his face, but his eyes are closed, he's fighting the urge to cry.

"You've been fighting this battle on your own for too long my darling. But now you have people willing to stand by you. People who actually care about you. People who actually want the best for you. That note means nothing to me because family isn't through blood, it's through love and loyalty which is what we have right here. Let's not flee from that. We can protect our family by staying together. So please, please Jungkook don't run from this."

His lack of response sends me nervous, but the moment his head collapses against my shoulder I know I've gotten through to him.

"I'll keep you safe my love. I promise." I tell him.

I'll always keep you safe. Even if I'm the one that has to be in danger.