A NEW START

 This part might have many errors and mistakes as it's not edited yet ( I mean it's edited but not to an extent as it's always) so please forgive and read if it's fine for you. Otherwise, wait till tomorrow so that I can edit 💫♥.

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"Jung… Jungkook?" Your low trembling voice surrounds the area around the bed, reaching Jungkook as he immediately looks at your place and sighs. Your gaze shifts around as you squint your eyes and look around, your nerves picking up the signal and starting to release the anxiety hormone.

What if he sees Jungkook?

What if he tries to hurt him?

No… 

Why the hell did he even come back?

Jungkook! I'll kill you before he does…

"Love… shh, don't move. Stay still. I'll call the doctor," he gets up and runs outside before you even stop him. You shift in a comfortable position while your hand aches a little in the process. 

"That's really good news. It indicates she's out of danger now," you heard probably a doctor's voice nearing the room. While your eyes stay focused on the door. 

As you see Jungkook following the doctor, you couldn't help but shed a tear. It was overwhelming, joyful to see him. He is here, with you. 

What if Taehyung gets to know about Jungkook?

The Doctor checks your pulse, temperature and other few things while Jungkook fights with himself whether he can hold your hand or not but the war ends the moment right when you hold his knuckles tightly while the syringe penetrates your skin. You feared infections and gladly, Jungkook was here so you can hold him.

A small smile creeps on his edges as he bows down to control it. He didn't want to look stupid smiling at the wrong moment but little did he know that you already saw that. 

Stay forever like this…

"I've given her a necessary med injection for now. Let her rest for now. And if she's hungry, please start with the food. It will help in recovery faster," the highly intellectual man, the doctor informs you two while the man beside you nods.

As the doctor leaves, you frown and look at him. 

You need to let him go… for him.

"Jungkook. What if he sees you? Please go… Please don't risk your life like this…" his fingers meet your lips, cutting your words with his soft touch as you look away, making him remove them immediately. 

"He is not here and he won't be from now onwards. You don't have to worry, love. He won't trouble you anymore and if he does I will make sure to kill him before he does anything to you," his soft voice flushes your insides as you look at him with a teary gaze.

Did he really leave?

I hope he's not playing games…

I hope he doesn't hurt anyone!

"And I am sorry for doing that," he apologizes for putting his hand on your edges as you nod and close your eyes for a brief second due to a sudden ache in your head. His eyes squint in panic seeing you like that while his heart picks up the beats in fear as he buckles up to call the doctor right away if needed. And the thought vanishes as soon as you open your orbits and look at him with a small, weak smile.

A comforting silence surrounds the room as you both steal glances from each other. It was different, the air was different. His cologne encircled the area between you two, throwing the medicines and hospital smell. His safe and soft gaze holds you right in his crown while your heart flutters every time he looks at you.

Can he at least stop staring at me like that?

I am still recovering!

You were still the same, a little weaker than before, a little changed but still his y/n. And he wouldn't take any risk this time. He doesn't care about anyone except you this time. He got just one life and losing you this time won't be affordable to him. He had so many things to say but everything stuck to his tongue, he felt tongue-tied whenever he parted his lips.

And then he realized, he doesn't need to. He doesn't need to speak and let you know how he feels. You already know that, probably more than he could ever explain. 

"I love you," he confesses once again, his eyes travelling to your form while your gaze lowers. It felt like a bird returning home, God giving the sinner a good thing after a long time. A small blush crept on your edges as you pulled your lips inside to control them. You are different, you feel new. The y/n who was scared of smiling, blushed now. Oh God, what game this man is playing with you. 

He agreed… agreed that his love was not as sweet as yours, greater than yours, as sacrificing as yours… but he loved you, loved you at least more than everyone. 

Before you even speak or say something, the door swings open. The area behind Jungkook gets shrouded by your friends as they step inside in a rush, fearing they might not get to see you again. While all you could feel was a little awful for Jungkook. He was left with no answer, again. He should know that you love him but confessing would be different. And you want to let him know that you were the one who wished for his happiness in that damn letter, you've loved him and still love him.

"Baby," Rose's warming up voice surrounds the room. She engulfs your form in a warm hug while you fight yourself a little. You understand that she feared losing you, and this hug came in that fear. You didn't want to dishearten her, at least not now. You smiled in response when she stood on her feet again. She . pouts while your age travelled at the two men standing beside each other, glaring at you.

They were ready to kill you. And you felt blessed. 

"I swear I haven't seen a stupid like you," Namjoon grunts while Jimin nods to his say. 

"Sure. I am, you know that," your response makes him clench his jaw in anger. He was really mad at you.

"Please… never ever do this again. At least not for us. We will die," his soft, trembling voice scares you while you shake your head with a cascade of tears rolling down your eyes. Jimin looked too frightened and it hurts you seeing him like that. 

"Aish… I am recovering, don't make me cry now," you chuckle a little while he wipes his tears and nods. He passes a small flying kiss which you receive and mumble thank you. You were blessed to have Jimin in your life. Blessed to have everyone. 

That's when you see that. See that strong hand massaging his biceps. Namjoon's hand really looked bulkier on Jimin's arm while your stare toured his gaze. The warmth they held made you smile. 

Is he in love? 

Oh, God!! It looks like…

But Jimin? Jimin is… straight, right? 

"Do you want to eat something?" Rose asks you, dragging your attention from them as you shake your head only to get cut off by Jungkook.

"Rose, stay with her. I'll bring a meal from the cafeteria for her. She needs to eat," his dominating yet buttery voice advises you to listen to him.

Two months later

"Y/n!! Honey!!" His loud voice echoes down the whole house as you squirm in your bed, pulling the pillow on your head. 

Let me sleep…

You hear the thumping sounds of his feet as you stiffen a little, getting ready to hear his taunts. You didn't want to visit anyone and this man doesn't understand that. The sound of unlocking doors chirps in the speechless room as you shut your eyes tightly. 

Jungkook was about to speak but stopped seeing you on the bed, under the duvets as you hid yourself like a small toddler. 

Aish! What should I do with you?

He stands at his place without moving as he waits for you to move on your own. He was pretty sure that you were awake. His arms shift and cross around his buffed chest while his head tilts a little, he clenches his jaw while the tongue rolls in his cheek. 

Hearing no response you get confused. 

Didn't he come?When did he go? How did he go without waking me up?Am I dreaming?What if he is still here?No that can't be happening…

You twirl around, still hiding in a duvet and act like you are sleeping while your fingers tug on the cover, waiting to peep and look around. Meanwhile, Jungkook controls him from bursting out because of your behaviour, you were acting like a child is being thrown in a school bus. 

Hearing no response for a few more minutes, you decide to move the divers and peek out. 

And that when you know… you fcked up!

Jungkook's brow elevates as he questions you while his hardened face frightens you. You smile a little to save yourself while he gives you an annoyed look.

"Come on! I said I don't want to visit anyone," you brag, feeling his intense gaze getting heavier on you. He takes his steps towards your bed as you get up and sit down. Making his way to you he bent down to your height.

"Did I say we are visiting someone? I said… we are going out. That means WE are going somewhere out where no one is included except us," he speaks each word clearly as you gulp under his composure. He makes you look so tiny. 

"But… you said that we will be meeting someone," you whine, reminding him as he nods and smirks in response. 

"Oh, love… we are. And that's a surprise. Come on, get ready," he means his palm forward as you pout and shake your head. 

You really didn't have any energy to go out, you didn't like going out. And in these two months, Jungkook has made you do many things which you don't prefer. From eating meals on time to taking care of your skin, not cutting yourself like a vegetable, from spending time with friends and going out to having your own quality time, he has done a lot and it overwhelms you now.  

"Please…" he mumbles as you sigh and by giving an annoyed look you get up. A sad frown lingers on his edges as you don't hold his hand and leave the place on your own. 

He'll wait… wait until you are comfortable.

As you get ready with an oversized white tee and black wide pants, letting your hair loose and your face with nothing except a lip balm, you hop down the stairs. Jungkook was dressed up like the businessman he is, a dark blue shirt with unbuttoned shirts, fabric holding on its dear life while tight pants buckled around his skin. Even no tuxedo look gives so much professional vibes. 

Reaching up to him, you tilt your head and try to indicate that we should leave. While he stares at you longer than you expected, making you gulp the forming lump in your throat. 

Am I looking like a fool?

Didn't he like it?

"Pretty. As always," he grins, shutting your thoughts before you think too much and steps ahead to tug the loose hair behind your ear while you nip your lip due to the proximity. 

He stares at you with his loving gaze, drugging your insides while your soft star, and a heart-stopping smile marvels on him. His hand reaches your knuckles as he softly grazes over them, taking care not to make you uncomfortable while holding eye contact.

His touch feels hot on your skin, spreading like heated honey on your membrane a little by little, ruining your insides as you hold your breath inside. Just when he reached your forearm and his nails dug in your skin gently, like fingers holding a feather your lungs breath out a huff of air. You take a breath again while his narrowed, loving gaze which held every star in them travelled down from your bridge of the nose to the soft yet flawed edges. That smile doesn't disappear, it stays instead it enlightens. He leans a little, his breath nearly fanning over your face as he waits for you to object, stop him. And when he doesn't get any reaction he leans down. 

"Man, I told you… not to call me when I am in a meeting," Jimin frowns as his annoyed tone peeks at Namjoon's eardrum. The elder pouts a little in sadness as he couldn't help but feel hurt. 

Jimin is as sweet as sugar when he's not annoyed and as bitter as the bitter gourd when he's not in a mood to talk. And sadly, he is never in a mood to have a conversation with Namjoon. Although Namjoon hasn't done anything to make that man uncomfortable, Jimin just hates when his soft voice and his caring words dig into his heart. He is afraid of the effect Namjoon leaves on him after the call ends.  Namjoon didn't know Jimin had a meeting going on till this hour, otherwise, he would have made sure to give Jimin a break. He really didn't wish to make him furious. And he didn't even give Jimin a rally of calls, he just called once.

"I am sorry. I just thought we could…" he gets cut off by the aggravated voice of the younger one. 

"Yeah! That's the problem… you always think for yourself. And not about others! For God sake, Namjoon stop acting like a child. We are just friends! And act like that… don't try to be so sweet to me," Jimin's blunt words slice Namjoon's heart in parts while he bites his lips to control himself. 

He is not a man who cries over other men's words… nahh!

But he cried. A tear slips down his gaze, passing his soft flesh of cheek while he nibbles his lower lip to control himself. 

It was his birthday… and he just hoped to be wished by Jimin. Was that too much to ask? He didn't even celebrate this time even when you and Rose fought over the topic. He wanted the day to go peacefully with a wine in his hand by the end of the day, and a small talk with Jimin about his day. Sadly, he was granted only the first one and not the second one. 

"Jimin… I am sorry. I will call, call you later," Namjoon throws the phone in the corner of the couch while the device decides to bounce and meet the floor. 

Great! Now the phone is also broken like his heart!!

A muffled sob escapes his edges while he looks outside the window, hoping that the ache will be gone by the morning.

Is he doing wrong?

Is he going too far to cause something which doesn't belong to him?

Is he acting too friendly to Jimin, making him uneasy?

But he calls in every three to four days just like a normal friend would…

What if Jimin got a hint that he likes him hence he's pushing Namjoon away?

"What the heck!!!" Jimin grunts, walking up to his parked car. 

As he takes the seat in the car, he calms himself first before driving. He didn't desire to lose his driving license and for that, he needs to be at peace. And just when he twists his keys, holding the steering wheel and pulling the gear his phone rings up. 

'I swear I will…" his brows furrowed in a deep hole as he stared at the owner. 

Rose?

"Now what does she want?" He turned the car off and pulled the phone from the charger.

"Yes?" He asks, clueless only to get yelled at by her.

"Wtf is wrong with you man!! How can you hurt my man… I swear my nails are sharp enough to pull your heart out of your flesh. Don't tell me you did this on purpose to ruin his birthday!"