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You now feel more comfortable with your properly and perfectly dressed wound. It lets you maneuver more easily and painlessly. Yet, you still have to be careful with your movements. Deciding to cook some instant noodles and seasoned eggs and brussel sprouts at almost 3 in the morning, you get to the preparations quickly. While you took your time to cook everything, you noticed the sudden silence in the house.
Is he asleep?
Thinking that, you look behind, trying to peek at the couch but the other furniture was blocking your view. You leave the noodles on the stove to cook and head towards the living room to check on what Jungkook is doing for no reason at all.
Heading there, you find Jungkook passed out on the couch with his hand falling out. Your guard lowers and eyes soften looking at him fast asleep. You walk towards him, slowly and carefully grab his hand which was falling out and keep it on his stomach with the other one. You were about to leave him alone but something about him caught your eye and you stood there gazing at his face.
When he is asleep, the absence of the constant arrogance, sternness, heartlessness and the chill sending death stare on his face makes you think about the kind of person he must be behind this thick and unbreakable layer of guard he wears.
You watch hishair slightly jump in the air with the breeze sneaking in from the open window and then bouncing back on his face. You watch his chest puff up and down as he takes calm breaths. You smiled at the innocence present on his face and soon sat down on the table right in front of the couch.
Who are you, Jungkook? Who are you from the inside? What are your dreams? What do you like? What do you dislike? What is your favorite ice cream flavour? What is your favorite season? Do you read books? Do you listen to music? Do you love hugs? Which is your favorite movie? What do you like? The brightness in the day which exposes every beautiful thing around us or the dark sky at night which reveals the mesmerizing shining stars. Did you cry when Jack died in titanic? Did you even cry when you were born or did you just come out with the same arrogant and annoyed expression on your face? Have you ever fallen in love? Have you ever walked with someone hand in hand under the dark sky? Have you ever felt happy just watching someone else be happy? Have you ever lived for yourself before? How are you behind this mask, Jungkook?
Thinking of millions of such questions, you look down at his hand and softly hold it in yours. Your gaze runs around his tattooed arm before your thumb starts tracing his knuckles over the inked alphabets on his skin with a feathery touch.
"Thank you for saving my life" you almost whisper looking at him with a small smile.
You could easily sit there for an hour more, just admiring this version of Jungkook but the thought of food being on the stove hits you. You let go of his hand and walk to the kitchen counter. Turning off the induction stove, you check on the brussel sprouts in the oven. Them having a few more minutes to cook, you think of getting changed as you could see the shirt slightly ruined with your blood from earlier.
Stepping up the stairs, you reach out to his closet. Knowing it's not ethical going through someone else's closet you let off your manners knowing the situation. You were anyway just getting some clothes.
After opening the wardrobe, you look around for something that would fit you. You surprisingly find a pair of ladies shorts and even a top somewhere in a corner of the messy closet. You roll your eyes knowing it's one of Jungkook's girlfriends/ex-girlfriends clothing. There's no way you are wearing them. After avoiding looking at his black and whites pair of boxers, your eyes land on a torn carton in another corner of the closet.
Thinking there might be something in there of your use, you grab the box and pull it out. Hopefully these are his old clothes from when he was younger. You open the lid on the huge box that was just shoved into the space, you find a lot of random stuff in there but any piece of clothing.
You reach out for a sketchbook in there which seems very old after noticing the badly folded corners and torn cover. Opening that, the first sketch you find is of a puppy which is asleep. A smile forms on your face looking at how perfect the sketch was. The shading, the natural strokes, and the details were very impressive. You turn the page. As soon as you do so, a family photo slips out from the book. You grab it before it slides down your lap.
Baby Jungkook?
Your eyes widen at the picture of toddler Jungkook and his family. The round and fluffy cheeks, the tiny nose, the huge eyes identical to bambi's, the little teeth peeking out of the smile, the bangs falling on his forehead, him holding a candy which is big for his hand and his other hand throwing the victory/peace sign and mini Jungkook trying hard to pose for the camera makes you chuckle. You then look at the sketch of his family which is similar to the photograph. It was enough for you to know that these sketches are made by Jungkook himself. You could even spot some paintings in the back of the closet, almost hidden behind his unorganized stuff.
There were so many other sketches in that book which gave you an idea of Jungkook as a child and his childhood. After finishing looking at one, you pull out another sketch book from the box. This one was a bit different. It wasn't as damaged. It wasn't old. You open the book to see some similar stuff from the earlier one but as you keep turning the pages, the sketches start getting darker. The wholesome vibe started to lose. The drawings scream trauma. The meaning behind these sketches are deep down hidden and very personal unlike the obvious and bright ones. Turning to another page you come across a torn sketch. It was a portrait of a girl. The face of the girl was hard to recognize as the page was torn in half, almost 3/4th. Only part of her right eye and cheeks could be seen.
Looking at the sketch, the words of the girl who barged in earlier all of a sudden strike you.
"Forget about her"
Could this girl in the sketch be the one that girl was talking about? Realizing that, you immediately start digging into the box searching for rest of the sketch.
"Y/N!"
Jungkook's call from downstairs makes you jump because of being too invested in the search. After snapping out of your thoughts because of his groan, you hear the continuously beeping oven timer. It must have woken up Jungkook. Right in the next second, you hear footsteps on the staircase. Realizing Jungkook coming upstairs, you instantly pack the box up, keep it where it was, stand up and immediately shut the closet door before he arrives.
"What are you doing?"
You turn around and lean on the closet door with your hands behind you on the door, concealing it.
You start getting nervous after spotting Jungkook climbing the last stair while having his confused yet stern stare on you. His eyebrows were raised, being suspicious with a light frown on his face.
"Did you open my closet?" He asks while taking slow steps towards you once he's face to face with you, examining your expressions.
"Ya, I just need something to-" your voice cracks being too scared of him. "...to get changed into" you press your back more against the closet.
If he sees the box, he will obviously come to know about it being touched.
"Move" he holds your arm looking at the closet and tries to move you aside.
"The food is ready. We should go eat. You were hungry-"
"Y/N, Move" he groans looking in your eyes with his widened ones, making you slip deeper into fear.
"Jungkook" you just look into his eyes while your breath accelerates. It was obvious by the look on your face that you did something he did not want you to do.
"I said move" he tries to control and not scream at you.
You only end up shaking your head at his command making it more obvious.
"Did you go through the box?" He asks patiently but you see the side of his cheeks, his jaw shift in his mouth being pissed.
"I only saw the sketches I promise" you now let loose of your guard on the door and stand before him guilty after confessing.
"Y/N" he shoves you against the closet by your arm he was holding. "I hate it when people touch my personal stuff behind my back. I might have saved you but don't let me be the one who harms you too. All you have been doing since you got here is testing my patience. I can't tolerate you anymore" he steps closer to you, towering before you, leaving only a couple inches between your faces and grits through his teeth. Surviving his stare, you realized how serious he was with his words and how firmly he meant them.
Looking in your eyes with those same eyes, he then lets go of your arm, turns around, walks towards the laundry basket, grabs the familiar pieces of clothing and throws them on your feet.
"Get dressed and get out of my house. I've done more than enough to compensate for the favour. If you take one single second over 10 minutes to leave, I don't know what I'll do to you" saying that, holding back his yellings he rushes downstairs.