TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ : This chapter mentions sexual assault.

Y/N's POV

I was pretty mad because of Robert, that guy isn't what he seems. He may look gorgeous but inside he isn't one bit of it.
While I was fiddling the gun in my hands, someone called, "Ms. Kim?."

My attention quickly diverted to the door as I said a yes. It was Jungkook.

"Ms. Kim, I wanted to inform you that tonight there's a formal party for those in Gangnam project. You're invited but since you aren't in a good mood, I wanted to ask if you'd go or I send someone else?" he asked me in a polite tone but he didn't seem like he was scared that I was angry right now.

"What if I don't wanna go?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Then I'll probably send Ms. Shin because she went to Gangnam to get this project done, it won't be bad if she went," he replied. Now this is one of the most impressive things about this man, he isn't scared, he never stands dumb without answers, always takes responsibility and makes sure of things, he's really professional. However, he's too nosy.

But then a thought struck me...

If Shin went there, Robert would attempt to tell her some more lies and because of how honest he appears, she might end up believing him or maybe he does something bad to her. Okay, I'll go.

"I'll go," I simply said earning an 'are you serious?' look from Jungkook.
"Well that was a quick change of mind," he commented with a straight face, the way he said it was kind of funny.

"And you'll come with me," I said just as he was about to leave but he turned back with a jerk, I'm sure he must have broken his neck bone.

"What!!? Me? Why?" he literally shouted causing me to cover my ears with my palms.

"Did you just forget that you're my secretary?" I asked as I gave him a done look.

"Oh yeah sorry. But do I really have to come?" he made a very innocent face, but honey, I'll take you to hell with me.

"Yes," I gave a serious and final expression and he left with a sigh after bowing. Seems like I'm not the only one who hated such parties.

Y/N's POV ends

Jungkook got ready quite early and was waiting for you at a distance from your house, you were really not doing much but your mom asked you to do "some" makeup but then she started doing so many things you didn't even know the names of. Finally you were ready and left from home while dialing Jungkook's number.
You told him to come closer to the house which he did. No driver was there, he insisted on that and not finding any good reason to refuse, you agreed.

After reaching the party, you carefully started observing the hall, eyes diverging from one person to another when you saw Robert, and he didn't miss the chance, in between of talking he suddenly raised his glass a bit while side-eyeing you.
(Somewhat the Leonardo DiCaprio style.)

Jungkook didn't fail to notice this and he was really trying hard to decipher the meaning of these little gestures between you and Robert for some reason.

During the whole event, men kept approaching you, flirting, even going extra with that but it wasn't the first time: sad enough.

How you wished that the guy beside you, Jungkook was someone who you could use as an excuse to be away from those men, maybe a brother, maybe a friend, or maybe just maybe a lover.

As strong as you were; or pretended to be, every single time such things happened and you couldn't react in the normal way: that is either shooting that person or beating them up so bad that they can't stand up from bed the rest of their life. It was all because of media, who was always there to restrict your actions, your comfort and your life. It sucked to be honest. Fame is game not all can play afterall.

While you were busy wondering about all this, you didn't realise that Jungkook was actually doing what you wanted, he was literally stopping those men from flirting or pass nasty comments while you were busy zoning out.

At 10:45 pm you decided to leave the party and you were glad that Jungkook was sticking around or else you would have had to stay a little longer to search for him.

Jungkook's POV

I really noticed how uneasy Y/n was all along, she didn't like the vibe, only some people gained her smiles and laughs which were for the most: fake. She only seemed genuinely happy around a group of girls whose names I couldn't remember. But just by looking at her, I knew the thing she hated the most were the men. I honestly find these kind of guys a shame to all the good ones. Like flirting must be done in a limit which they don't know. I somehow felt sad because Y/n was upset.

As we were leaving; she noticed a shooting star. She stared at in awe as I stared at her gleaming beauty. We were both witnessing the most beautiful sights infront of us. 'Ok I guess that's a flirt but not like I'll ever say it out loud.'

"Isn't it crazy how the meteorite burns itself to give us a pleasing sight?" she broke the silence as we both sat on the car's bonnet.
"That's so poetic," I remarked honestly.

"It isn't just poetic, it's the truth. Even in life, some people burn themselves so that others get a pleasent sight. I guess someone has to sacrifice for someone else' satisfaction," she said and I could guess she was talking about herself. And I was sure she wasn't all true about herself or even true to herself. I was sure that she contained such bitter truths within that if she ever let them out, she'd burst herself.

"You are so right Ms. Kim. And it's so wonderful that the stars keep twinkling just the same way even after losing a mate," I said somehow having her effect on me. I mentally had a good laugh at that.

"Y/n," I looked at her strangely when she said that, as she understood my confusion and said, "call me Y/n, when we're not at work."

"Oh okay, Y/n," I passed a smile, I never call her Ms. Kim in my mind so it wasn't awkward for me to call her by her name. Besides we're both the same age.

"You know what, I- I don't think I've shared this with many people but I want to talk about one thing," she said with sincerity, seriousness and sorrow on her face along with a shallow voice, I could bet I'd never seen her this upset in 2 months.

"If you want to; please share, I'll listen patiently," I spoke in a reassuring tone.

"I was assaulted by my brother, my cousin. I lived with my aunt and uncle every summer. Mom dad sent me there, everytime. When Namjoon Oppa was with me, he'd do nothing. But when they sent me alone, he'd say bad, bad things," her voice was a bit firm in the beginning but as she reached the end of her sentence, her voice faltered. She was struggling to speak.
"When aunt and uncle weren't around, he'd even touch me. He's a lot older than me so I didn't know what was happening. I was little, a kid," she said before taking a deep breath, her voice and face made it clear that she was holding back tears. Definitely she was, this sounds like a trauma she'd always hidden.

"He always told me we were playing a nice game that only he knew about. I was stupid and I believed him. But I didn't like it. It started happening, the touching, when I was seven. I didn't know anything and I stayed with them for my summer vacations each year. Then suddenly, for two years we didn't visit them. Those two summers were heavenly for me, I lived without fear," as she said that, her face carried a small smile, a genuine smile.

"Then we went to visit them when I was thirteen. At that time, I started understanding things. And I knew what it was and how wrong it was. But you know what? Aunt, uncle, mom and dad; they all were on an elders' trip. And my brother, he was on a summer training camp. They left me and my cousin alone in their house, oblivious to face I was facing. I asked them to take me along, but they said that us kids should enjoy together and that I would be bored on an elders' trip. They didn't see my desperation to get out of there, after all, it was better to be bored than to be assaulted," she said with desperation and disgust. It was as if I could feel her pain, like it stung me.

"I lived alone with my cousin for a week and in that one week he made me hate him, more than ever. He'd touch me daily, continue his game jokes. He knew I understood everything then, but he continued all that for he was much older and much stronger than me. He'd forcefully make me sleep beside him and lock me up in his room. I couldn't call anyone because he kept everything away. I felt so helpless back then. You know it was after that only that I learnt self-defense, handling a gun. But it sure left it's mark," she looked at me from the corner of her eye, even though her voice was a little far away from sounding like that of a person who was crying, her eyes were glistening in the starlight.

"That's why I'm like this, like what I am," she spoke; her voice was so on the verge of cracking. I knew she was mentally crying and instinctively, I patted her back once first, to make sure she didn't mind it.

"Well I want to say you're so brave and strong to move on from that and live a magnificent life. I know your parents would be so proud of you," I smiled a little at her hoping to lighten the mood, it was so sudden she talked about this and when were uh- not so close.

"I hope so," she gave a bittersweet smile.

"Did he get punished for what he did?- I mean was he imprisoned or anything?" I asked her.

"Yes, he got imprisonment. He's still locked up. Uncle and aunt supported me after a bit of reluctance too," she responded.

"Serves him right," I remarked, feeling utterly satisfied that he atleast got what he deserved, maybe a little better than what he actually did.

"You know you have a great vibe, I somehow feel comfortable around you from the very first day. I didn't even tell this to my best friends Shin, Rosé, Jennie, Mina, Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Chaeyoung or Yuna. Thank you for that," she said with the most infectious smile.

"Oh I'm really grateful I make you comfortable," I replied while mentally noting those names.

" I knew you were trying to recall my friends' names that's why I told them to you," she smiled again. She looked so beautiful, because she was smiling.

"You already know me so well," I laughed.

"Friends?" she suddenly spoke and I gave a questioning look.

"I mean can we be friends now?" she spoke clearing herself, a bit of hesitance was evident in her demeanor.

"Oh yeah sure," I sort of panicked because of the randomness of the moment; but I liked it, nonetheless.

"Good," she spoke with sparkling eyes and for the first time ever I did realise, that she's even more good-looking than I had thought of her. Guess psychology's really right in saying that our perspective of people's looks change if we begin to like them. Gosh no- that's so wrongly formed. I like her like she's a good person. Okay whatever.

And then while talking and laughing I dropped her home and left to my own. This night was a good one.

Jungkook's POV ends

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