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"Good morning," his raspy and raw voice peeked your ear as you smiled a little in sleep, yawning like a little one making him almost go aww at you. Crouching to your level he ruffles your hair softly, controlling his giggle to himself. You looked cute and funny in that messy hairstyle.

"Get freshen up… breakfast is ready," he says and you nod, still half asleep. He shakes his head knowing you are a heavy sleeper and it'll take you a few minutes to wake up. Letting you adjust and get up, he leaves the room.

You sit and pout in sleep. Opening your sleepy and puffy eyes slowly you look around. Your lips curl up in a small sad smile and a pang hits your heart as soon as your gaze lands on your dad's frame. It's been two months… two months since he left you, two months since he took a part of your heart, since he left you void. And now when you think you understand attachments and love leave you broken and hurt in the end… even if it's with your family.

"Y/n!" You hear Jungkook's call from downstairs as you groan before tying up your hair and getting freshens up.

 ~•🍃•~

"I made pancakes and toast… eat whatever you like. And if you need anything else, I can…" you cut him off.

"I am not hungry. Please eat your food and don't get late for your work. I'll be okay," you mutter, staring at the plates. 

He made pancakes with different chocolate syrups since he didn't know which one you would like. But here you were rejecting everything... Everyday. For once, once he wanted to hold your jaw and shove the food right in your mouth but he knows you are having a hard time and you need to be handled with gentleness. 

"Y/n, please. At least taste something," he requests, heartbroken. Adjusting his watch and taking a seat across from you. You shake your head. You don't have an appetite, you've lost your appetite. You don't know you are never hungry nowadays and whenever you eat a little you end up throwing up. Maybe you are having an eating disorder but you don't want to trouble Jungkook for this, he was already doing more than needed.  You don't want him closer to you… you know you'll be left broken like a shattered mirror. 

Before he speaks again the doorbell rings, catching the attention of you two. Jungkook gets up and walks up to the door. As he saw the person on the door frame he cursed under his breath. Even if the person is his best friend's his blood boils for an unknown reason whenever he meets you. 

"How are you, bro?" Jimin leans to hug the younger while Jungkook smiles, feeling his best friend's warmth. 

"Good. How are you?" He questions back, rubbing Jimin's back. Jimin answers and both of them reach the dining area to join you.

"Hey, sweetie," Jimin chimes, taking a seat beside you, his hand digging in your scalp and giving a small massage to your head. Your muscles relax under his touch as you turn to look at him.

"Hello. It's nice to see you," you smile and he knows…  not a happy smile and somewhere he understood. He visited you often in this one month but still, he had to leave for L.A. for one week and he came back now.

"Have something," you offer and he nods with a smile. You serve his plate but he doesn't eat.

"Why aren't you eating?" He questions, pointing at your filled plate. He understands you but not eating was only making you weak and he doesn't want that to happen.

"I…" your words melt in your mug seeing his stern gaze, jaw clenched. God, he looked dangerous. Your heartbeat raced with fear? Don't know.

"She says she is not hungry. Man, please tell her to eat," Jungkook growls, eyeing your figure as you shudder under two men's intense gaze.

"Eat a little. Hmm? You aren't hungry… That's fine but eat a little, okay?" His voice softens as his hand reaches your knuckles and cups them, gently stroking your flesh. 

Jungkook looks away, his jaw clenching while his fists balled up. He tries to ignore the proximity you two had but how could he? Jimin was sitting right next to you, his chair tilting towards you while his hands held your knuckles, your eyes on him. 

'Come on, Jungkook! Stop acting like your own her,' he warns himself. 

Sighing to himself, he helplessly digs his fork in the pancakes while you eat two to three bites of the pancakes. 

After finishing breakfast, Jungkook jogs upstairs to get his work bag and reach the company soon. His CEO procession was postponed due to your dad's demise. And for now, Jungkook was trying to ignore the ceremony as much as he could. He didn't wish to see you hurt. And you didn't wish to stay near him more. 

Jungkook was home from the day your dad left the world and after fighting a lot he agreed to go to the office. You didn't want him to stay home for you and he didn't want to go to the office for you. You both were fighting for each other not knowing the reason.  You just don't want to get attached further to him. His kindness and pity were already overwhelming. 

"Okay! You are coming with me to my music studio. Are you fine with that?" Jimin wiggles with small brows as you nod a little. You were a fan of music and you know Jimin sings in his free time… his studio was a little world outside this cruel world. 

As you walk upstairs you hit your foot with the step, making you groan a little and soon enough your head bumps in the hard stuff.

"Ouch," you hissed in pain, caressing your head whole Jungkook steps back.

"Aish! I am sorry. Are you okay, huh?" He asks, stepping closer to you. His hand moving to caress your temple.

You look up and… shit, you got lost. His concerned filled eyes stroked your forehead gently while his hot breath fanned over your nose. You were too close. You realized that but why can't this man realize? You gulp the heavy lump down your gut while he smiles a little, seeing no wound on your temple. His eyes travel down as he meets your small, curious gaze. The silence rolled over the area. It was comfortable. Only steady breaths were heard. 

'Just let me, love…. You'

His doe eyes drilled in your form as he leans forward. You shut your orbs in nervousness and fear.

'Please don't kiss me.' You prayed. You don't know why you didn't have the strength to move back. Feeling his soft, plump lips on your forehead you breathe finally. 

"I'll protect you forever," he mumbles in the tiniest voice but you hear it.

'Why?'

'Please don't…'

'I don't need pity'

'I am okay' 

You step back, your gaze lowering as it fills with fresh warm tears. Passing him, you run to your room.

"Don't flirt with her," he warns Jimin before leaving, making the elder roll his eyes. 

~•🍃•~

"This! This is my little home," Jimin sighs in relief while his eyes admire the studio. 

The room was perfect, giving vibes of a singer, vibes of Jimin's personality. The walls were having pastel colours with one large bluish couch positioned in a corner and beside it laid one seat. A small knitted rug was placed beneath two bean bags lying around the other corner. A small wind chime hung just above that area. As you turned around… there were large speakers near his work table. A large computer was placed in the centre while a few papers lay around the desk, messed up. As you walk towards it, your fingers graze over the things, soft, rough… yet peaceful. This small room gave you peace after days. This corner was completely opposite to the soft and cosy side of the room. Completely giving his vibes… sometimes sweet and soft while sometimes hot and dangerous. 

"You liked it?" Jimin asks, leaning down to the computer's height to play something. The room was filled with pure comfortable silence from the moment you two entered. Jimin let you appreciate the things, he saw that peace… That little y/n again. And he was more than glad that his small world did this. 

Your fingers ran along the strings of the guitar hung over the wall as the sound of it echoed the room, catching Jimin's attention. He smiles a little seeing you touching the thing which belongs to you, to your husband. Yes, it was Jimin's studio but Jungkook visited often and had piano and guitar for himself. Jimin knows the rocky relationship you two have, and he doesn't want to indulge in between you two. He will let you two solve. He'll stand with you no matter what happens. Maybe because he knows Jungkook is gonna fck up or maybe he knows Jungkook doesn't deserve your pure love, those doe eyes holding love, those small pretty lips worshipping his name… or maybe...

Looking away from your curious form, he clicks on the song he was searching for. He wanted to dedicate to you, to let you know it was okay to feel all these emotions, to mourn, to get confused… to feel falling?

*Play it's okay to not be okay by Roman kayz*

As the song starts, your head shots in his direction. He takes his seat and smiles softly looking at you while you mouth a little thank you, hearing the lyrics. He leans back in his chair while you nuzzle on the couch, relaxing yourself to the music.

~•🍃•~

"Please," you pout, whining a little while Jimin enjoys teasing you. 

"No, I said that guitar belongs to Jungkook and he'll kill me if I touch it without his permission," he chuckles, lying. Jungkook never mind sharing things with Jimin and both of them were like that but teasing you seemed fun right now. 

For the whole day, you were at his studio listening to a few melodies he made. You also listened to the harmony Jungkook made. Jimin informed you that he was still about to write lyrics and as you know, you feel that his lyrics will be for… Sarang. 

You huff out and look away, tired of begging. 

'I won't ask that Jeon,' you remind yourself again.

"Okay, okay… I'll teach you," Jimin mothers, smirking to himself as he pulls over. The car stops and you look around to find you are home… Jungkook's house.

"I'll teach you… now please don't get mad," his lower curls out, making him look like a small toddler. Indeed he is a small baby when he doesn't flirt or act hot. 

You nod and by giving a small hug you slid out of the car. Jimin drives off as you enter the house. You were expecting an empty house but Jungkook was home. He was working on the centre table placed in the living room with the files laying around, a coffee mug placed near his laptop as he typed on the keyboard.

'Why is he working in the living room? And why is he working at home?' You had questions but you didn't want answers.

Hearing the door shutting his eyes floated down your form. 

'I tried,' you think. You tried to close the door slowly but it made a noise. Your gaze met his cold, expressionless one before he looked at the watch to check the time… no, to mock you about how late you were.

21:37 it showed. You ignored his sharp gaze and walked towards the stairs. You weren't afraid but you weren't ready to argue too. You were too tired for it.

"Eat the dinner before heading to bed," his voice was still sweet and safe, making your heart flutter for no reason. You turned around and looked at him. He took a moment to move his vision towards you and as he does, you gulp. 

His long slit of dark hair covered his eye while the steel piercing his brow shone due to the lights. His dark gaze held questions this time. Rolling up the sleeve he waited for you to speak. Your gaze then shifted to the tattoos he had. His fingers had his birth year engraved on it while knuckles were covered by some discreet tattoos you had no idea about. Either way it looked hot on him. He controlled a small smirk playing on his lips as he saw you checking him out. He didn't expect this… not like he didn't like it, he thought you were too innocent to check someone out and drool over them. 

'His wet lips looked delicious...fck!! Shit! Stop y/n, stop right there!' You looked away, your cheeks painting with crimson color due to embarrassment. He must have seen you checking him out. God, why did you do that? He ain't even that hot… Is he? No!

"Eat your dinner," his voice was now dangerously low and thick, making you gulp under his sharp gaze. He liked seeing your face all embarrassed. He was trying hard to control his smirk. 

The way he spoke 'eat your dinner' sounded so wrong, so erotic. 

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Thank you so much for 10k+ reads on this book. Although, it's not under my best work I hope it's still readable. I am grateful to each one of you who chose to read it, chose to wait, chose to stay here till end.

Also, the reason I am not rushing things is because I want things to happen slowly. And please don't blame y/n for whatever she feels right now. It's a rough time for her. But that doesn't mean you can hate or criticise Jimin's character for being too friendly with her.It's their friendship... Yeah I know a little different and unique from normal ones but it is what it is.

Meanwhile, y/n's dad's death left a scar on Jungkook and he is changing... for good. He might not turn to be the best person out there but he's trying. P.s. I am not justifying his actions though neither his past. The only thing is, he's care and affection seems like a pity to y/n. Which might get cleared or might not? That doesn't answers that they both will end up together or not. Please, don't jump to conclusion... Only King and Queen is in the field right now, Ace is about to come.

So I hope everyone is on the same page with me❤.