Questions

Y/n POV

He kept staring at me. As if he was in deep thought. "Can I have a hug?" He asked. He never answered my question. But I softly smiled. I wrapped my arms around him gently. Laying my head on his shoulder. He slowly lifted his hands and placed them carefully around me. I closed my eyes smiling like an idiot. But who cares he can't see me smiling anyways.

His scent filled my nostrils. From his manly cologne to his hair. Wow. He seemed so vulnerable now. I didn't know why. He was so mysterious. He never wanted to talk about himself. And I wondered why. I squeezed him tightly enjoying the moment.

After a couple of hours I convinced him to watch movies with me. He's not a free relaxer. He always thinks he needs to work all the time. His head was laying on my shoulder and we were bundled up in blankets. The rain was pouring outside and thunder boomed. Bailey was laid on the couch receiving pets from Jungkook. I smiled at the site. He seemed quite relaxed. He was so angry yesterday. And I still didn't know why. He glanced at me, then he noticed the small bruise his fingers left on my wrist. He ran his fingers over the bruise.

"Why don't you answer my questions?" I looked down as I finally mustered up all the courage to ask him. He seemed confused. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Well, when I ask you something, you always reply with something not relevant, why?" I asked. He looked down. "You ask me questions about myself." He said. "Sometimes I don't know what to say." He replied. "No one has ever asked me questions like you do." He looked at me. I only realized how close our faces were in that moment. "I have so many questions......." I whispered.

He gazed at me then at my lips. "Ask me anything." He muttered with a deep voice making me shiver. "Why are you so serious all the time?" I asked. He gave a small smile. "I hide my emotions with my stern attitude." He replied bluntly. "Why?" I questioned. He looked away. "Showing emotions doesn't make you weak." I spoke. "It does. Emotions are for cowards." He spoke firmly. "No. It's not. Emotions are for people brave enough to acknowledge what they're feeling." I said. He looked at me. A moment of silence came. It felt so still.

"I took over my fathers company at 16. I had consumed my life with work, I didn't realize how fast time was going....." he uttered. "My father always told me that my work should come before anything else. He always had it ponding in my head that I had to take over the company. I barely managed to be a teenager." He said. "My girlfriend, at the time," he muttered. "She cheated on me but my father ended up paying her to leave me anyways." He spoke looking at me. "And I felt that it was my fault. I was so caught up in work for my father." He spoke. "I had no time for her. And she just left." He said.

"After that I became so serious. And I felt betrayed." He spoke sadly. "My father had me doing all his dirty work for him." He said. "The collaborations, the meetings. I had to do it all." He said. "I felt alone. Everyone I had left was gone. She left. My father overworked me. My friends all left as well. They said I had anger issues and they couldn't handle it." He spoke. "I couldn't handle it either." He uttered. "My father said she wasn't good for me anyways." He spoke. "No wonder she wouldn't want me. No one does." He said staring at the ground.

I felt so sorry for him. He was betrayed. And left alone. He had no one. His father was so awful to him. Why would a father treat a son like that? He must've been so stressed. No wonder he seemed to never relax. His father always wanted him to run the company. Without considering Jungkook's feelings. He felt as if his feelings didn't matter. After I uttered....

"But.....I want you....."