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A scent.

A soapy scent.

A manly scent.

A spicy scent.

I continued inhaling it until my eyes flick open with the realization that it belongs to the man who hates my mere existence. The man who took a very important decision of my life without considering my choice and preference. I know I don't have much say in things that include law and order but dad had always considered my happiness before anything else.

Dad would not agree. Taehyung would not agree. This will be a huge mess.

Before I could think about anything else, a strong white light from the ceiling almost tore my gaze with its brightness. I could feel I was laying on something soft like a couch and a warm black blazer is covering my upper body. I pull the blazer to my nose and sniff it.

It's his.

I could tell just from the spicy and soapy fragrance it have. I looked to my left side and felt my soul left my body. Jungkook is sitting on the couch opposite to me while a big glass table separates us.

He is staring at me.

He is looking at me.

He's eating me with his usual dreadful gaze. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled, making his tattoos visible. The big black inked snake runs from his wrist to his elbow while various other small knife shards shows fake cuts here and there with red inked blood dripping from his veins.

What could be the reason of inking himself in such a brutal manner?

I could have asked him but that would be unnecessary interaction and just being in his vicinity is like throwing oil in fire. My eyes move from his thick veiny arms to his hands which are holding a stack of papers and a shiver ran down my spine by the way he holds them.

There is no delicacy whatsoever through which he holds such a soft set of papers and just like all other times, it is an evidence that this man can never be delicate and calm.

"So what do you think? Do we need to delay the voting?"

"Not a fucking chance. The voting will not be delayed under any circumstances. Get the papers ready for tomorrow. I want the marriage papers be signed at 10 AM sharp!" He is speaking with someone else but his angered eyes remained on me as if he is warning me to run away from him.

I looked beside Jungkook and saw a man in his early 40's going through a pile of papers scattered all around the glass table. I know him. He is our family lawyer, Kim Seokjin. He is the man who handle dad's every legal matter. From the time of the divorce to this date, Kim Seokjin had been only one along with Jungkook and Hoseok on whom dad can lay his full trust on.

I remember Dad telling me that 'Kim' is the only surname in this country that he could give his life for. He told me, 'our surname is our pride and people associated with this surname are the only one's that I could think of trusting.'

Before I could ask what was happening, the door busted open and I saw Taehyung standing at the door. He is still wearing the gloves and the green coat he wears while operating. It's not his dress up that is making my heart sink with pain but the fact that it is covered with blood. He is all red.

His eyes inquired the whole room and landed on me in an instant. I hurriedly pulled myself up to a sitting position.

I have never seen Taehyung in such a state before. My brother never shows signs of fear and distress. I don't even know the last time I saw him crying. Maybe it was when Mom and Dad separated but today I see his eyes full of tears as his lower lip quivered.

"Tae..."

Before I could finish my sentence, he came running towards me, and hugged me ever so tightly. This time I could feel him crying, I could feel him hiccuping. I could feel the pain radiating from him.

It is not what I think is, right?

Our Dad is safe, right?

Nothing happened to Dad, right?

"Tae..." I try to speak again, my voice shaking. Hot tears formed in the back of my eyes creating a painful sensation in my heart. My hands quiver with fear as I try to hug Taehyung back.

"Y/N, are you okay? Nurses told me you blacked out?"

I pull myself out of the hug and saw my once white shirt is now red.

Is this our Dad's blood?

Does this mean, he is not here with us any longer? Is he not breathing like me and Taehyung? Is he not worried anymore after seeing tears in my eyes? Is he...

There's a tough pain that shoots down from my heart and blasted throughout my body. I keep imagining scenarios that was breaking my already broken heart. This pain is so unbearable maybe more harsher than the one that Jungkook made me experience on my eighteenth birthday.

My tears riled up my anger. I think I was having a blast of emotions in my body. How dare Taehyung came here with a face like this? How dare he was not able to save our dad? How fucking dare he?

To my surprise, my hands moved itself and I clutched the collars of Taehyung's shirt in a vicious grip. I tried to control myself but I couldn't, not any longer.

"Y-You promised Tae..., you promised me..., y-you, you told me that you'll s-save our dad at any co..."

"Y/N, I didn't break any promise. Our dad is... safe!"

"What?"

He nodded his head frequently, "yes, he is safe. He just can't wake up soon..."

"And what does that mean?"

"Our dad is in coma, Y/N."

A streak of tear gazed out of my eye again. I don't know if I should be happy or sad. I was thankful that dad was alive and breathing but I cannot just imagine him like this. He is a man who wants to conquer the world and he don't like wasting even one second of his life. He is my hero, my biggest inspiration.

"Taehyung, I want to meet him, please..."

"Of course you can but you might have to wait few hours until we shift him into the VIP room. He is still in emergency room and we will keep him there for another 8-12 hours to be sure that he is fine to be shifted to the other room."

I shake my head reluctantly. I want to meet dad. I want to see him. I want to touch him. I want to hug him close to my heart and feel his heart pounding. I want to be sure that he is really safe.

"No Tae, please. Please let me see..."

"Taehyung, I will take her back home. You can finish your work and as a witness we might need you tomorrow to sign in the court."

I saw Jungkook standing just right behind Taehyung. I gulped.

Should I tell Taehyung that he is about to marry me tomorrow? Would Taehyung approve it? Would he be angry? Would he scold mom for coming in the hospital to take me with her by force?

I am about to speak something but Taehyung stand straight on his feet after placing a soft kiss on my forehead. He turned around to face Jungkook, "I will be there. Please keep her safe. Dad would have trusted you and your decisions. I am doing what dad would have done. I know this is the only way we can save Y/N legally and stop mom to take her custody like this."

I am flabbergasted. I am fucking shocked. How could Taehyung even agree to something that I am not agreed upon? How could these men in my life decide my fate?

"I will not go until I meet dad. You heard me Taehyung. I am not going anywhere!"

Taehyung turned around to say something but a lady in same green coat as Taehyung knocked on the door. "Doctor, a patient of yours might need you ASAP."

"I will be right there." Taehyung spoke his words in a rush while tapping Jungkook's shoulder on his way out.

As soon as Taehyung is out, Jungkook's gaze pierced into my body. After six fucking months, I've seen him so close to me and for so many fucking times in a row.

He even touched me.

He even announced we are marrying tomorrow.

He even scared me, just how he is doing now but this time, I will not back down. This is my choice if I want to stay and wait to meet my dad.

"Get up and wear your shoes. Its 3 am already and we have to be at court tomorrow by 10."
He said in a dangerously calm tone. My heart is pounding in my chest but in no fucking way I will show it to him.

"Didn't you hear what I said to my brother? I am not going anywhere Jungkook, until I see my dad!"

He flared his nostrils as if he was stopping himself to do something fearful with me. I saw him sliding his hands in his pockets which again I feel is just his technique to restrain himself from doing something uncontrollable to me, or with me.

He slowly bend down, his face inches away from mine. I saw him pocking his cheek from the inside and I see nothing but fire in his eyes. He is so close to me. I saw his veins popping in his neck and half naked arms.

"It's oppa for you. Jungkook oppa."

"No it's not!"

"Yes, it is. I'm not some college teenager you can mess around and leave. I will slit your throat open with my bare hands if you ever try to disrespect me again. I'm not your dad either who will ignore all the bullshit you do."

I could feel my lower lip quivering, my eyes turning blury. Just when I blink, two hot tears made their way out of my eyes onto my cheeks. I saw his left eye twitching as soon as he notices them.

Does this signify anger? Does my tears irritate him or does he just like seeing me crying?

"Don't make me repeat myself. Get up. Wear your shoes and come in the parking lot. I'll be in the car."

He left the room as soon as he said that. My breathing turn erratic as I take deep and slow breaths to control my anxiety. My tears aren't stopping either, adding fuel to the fire. Someone brought the glass of water in front of my face and I emptied the glass before realizing I should thank the person.

As soon as I feel little bit calm, I looked up and saw our family lawyer looking at me with pity in his eyes.

He gently rubbed my back, "I know it is so hard for you Y/N, but your dad would never want to see you this way. Don't you remember how he used to say that you are his pride and all he would ever want in this life is your smile and happiness. I know the things are not going as it should be, but trust me, everything will be fine soon. Remember, you're a Kim, and Kim's are the strongest people in this country. Don't loose hope. It's not that you're marrying Mr. Jungkook for forever, it is only a legal way to protect you from your mother. As soon as your dad wakes up, this marriage will be nothing but a piece of paper. You will have to be strong until then Y/N, you are Kim Namjoon's daughter."

How? Just how could a stranger like him could understand what I really wanted to hear. I know it is a tough time for me, for Taehyung, for dad's team but everyone is trying to be strong. I should try too. I will do this... for dad.

"You should go now Y/N. Mr. Jungkook must be waiting."

I nodded at our lawyer's words and wore my shoes in an instant. Wiping my tears away from my face, I take Jungkook's blazer in my hands. I bowed to Mr. Seokjin once before leaving the room. I feel motivated now.

This all has nothing to do with me but my dad.

I'm doing this for my dad.

Only for my dad.

Just for my dad.

As soon as I reach the dimly lit parking lot, I spotted Jungkook leaning against his black range rover while talking with someone on the phone. His eyes spotted me in an instant.

I could feel all of my motivation flying away as I continued looking at his face. How can I even survive with a man like him?

Please dad wake up soon. I cannot live with him under same roof with no one around. He makes me weak, dad. Your best friend is nothing like you. I doubt if he even knows the meaning of 'princess treatment.' Dad, your best friend is a total jerk.

While still talking on the phone, he opened the passenger side door, and motioned me with his neck to sit inside. The engine was already running. I guess, he was just waiting for me. I moved to the other side instead and opened the back door of the car.

I can't sit this close to him. Not after how he had threatened me. Not that I'm scared of him, ahm ahm, maybe I am a little bit but me sitting in the back seat has nothing to do with my fear of Jungkook. It's just I like to keep myself away from people who don't value me.

I flinched when he shut the door with utmost force. I don't care, it's not my car.

Soon after he also jumped in the driver seat, "That's alright, Ava. Let's meet tomorrow evening. I'm little busy in the day but I can still make time for you in the evening."

What? Does he have a girlfriend? Should I laugh or cry for the girl or 'Ava' for finding a guy like Jungkook? Wait! It doesn't matter to me. He is an adult, he can have how many girlfriends he wants. I'm not even jealous and I shouldn't even be thinking about it.

He cut the call and looked at me from the rear view mirror. Rather than maintaining an eye contact with him as I usually do, I look out of the window to my right side. Why is he even looking at me when he have a girlfriend?

"Wear you seat belt." He ordered.

Why is he worried about me? He should be worried about his girlfriend and I was about to wear the seatbelt anyways. I was just waiting for him to get the car into motion. But he doesn't need to know that. He doesn't even need to speak with me. He should speak with his girlfriend.

While still looking out of the window, I slide my seat belt over my body. I throw his blazer away to the other side of the car. Why the hell was I even holding it. He should carry his own stuff. I'm not his maid.

The ride to the home was silent. I didn't look at him once but I know he was texting someone while driving. Good that there was no traffic on the roads at this hour beside two or three cars here and there. Otherwise I know he must've had the plan of killing me somewhere on the road today.

Tires screeched and the car came to a complete halt. We are at our mansion, at my home. Maybe I will not be able to live here after tomorrow. Maybe it will only be my last few hours here. I hope dad wakes up tomorrow before I even get to sign the marriage certificate.

Hoseok opened the door for me and I stepped out. He removed his blazer and put it over my shoulders. "Are you fine, Y/N?"

I smile while looking at him, "Yes, I am." He must be concerned about my soft heart but I will show the world, that I am my daddy's strong girl.

"Let's go inside. You should eat something first."

I nodded as I made my way towards my home. There's food already ready on the table in our giant dining room. I'm not hungry at all but I don't want all the food to be wasted either. Dad don't like it when I don't eat my dinner.

I don't even know if Taehyung have eaten something or not? I will take something for him tomorrow in the court. He said, he will be coming.

I sat on the chair I usually sit, just right beside dad's chair. A streak of tear fall down my cheek but I wipe it before anyone notices and pour myself some juice.

'Yes, you heard right. We have been getting shocks after shocks. After the brutal murder attempt of our future president, a new serial head hunter case have been reported just now and as usual we are the first channel to report this. According to Police, the head of the victim have been cut. The victim this time, was the student of Royal Seoul college.'

I looked up at the LED instantly. My hands quiver and I almost spilled the juice on the table when I saw the photos of the said student. He was the same bully boy of our college with whom me and Jimin had a fight today. The one who gave me a painful mark on my neck.

I heard the front door open and Jungkook came inside. He don't even look least bit bothered after hearing the news of his own college as if he had been known this from the beginning.

This doesn't seem right to me. Is there anything I'm missing?

Jungkook should be worried about his college and his reputation as well. Maybe it was because the murder did not took place inside the college but even though, he was his college's student. It's not like he would have heard the news before as the reporter said this is the first channel who showed this news and none other source was able to capture this before their channel.

I looked at Jungkook and his eyes meet mine. There is a feel of accomplishment in his eyes as if he just did something so grand for which he should be proud of. There's this light in his eyes that is darkening with every second.

Maybe, he is not just the Jungkook that I know. Maybe, there's a lot of mysteries that needs to be unfolded that have made him the way he is today and maybe I will be the one to do it. Maybe I will be the one to know the real Jungkook. The same Jungkook I saw on my eighteenth birthday.

A/N: Please vote :)