what a dang king btw

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"Y/N, what's wrong?" He asked, really concerned. It was heartwarming, but what could I tell him? That my whole family died in a car accident? That I harmed myself? That I chugged down bottles of alcohol at the age of 13? Well, I could, but would he believe me?

"I'm fine, there's nothing wrong. I just had a small panic atta-" He didn't let me finish.

"A small panic attack?" He scoffed.

"You rushed out the door to the bathroom and locked it. God knows what could've happened if I didn't chase you!" He sighed.

Does he...care about me?

"Why do you even care when you don't know what's wrong with me?" I asked.

"I have a lot of questions about you, Y/N. Y-you, you freaked out when you got into my car for the first time. You cringe every time I mention anything about family—where are they anyway? I have to understand, Y/N. You can trust me." He finished.

I grabbed a fistful of my hair, sighing. He observes me. He sees how I react to everything, he sees my expressions. He knows how I feel. So maybe—hopefully, I can trust him with this information that I've kept to myself and a few others for so long.

I took a deep breath. "They're gone." I played with the hem of my shirt as I stare down.

"G-gone? Like-"

"They're dead, Jungkook." I looked up to find him startled, speechless for once.

"They've been gone for eight years now. Our car flipped over while we were heading to Disneyland. Funny how such a great day turned to the worst day of my life, huh?" I scoffed.

"My older brother, Dae-suk, was there too. He got stuck. The flames were everywhere, smoke was contaminating the air like crazy. H-his legs were impaled, even if he did make it, he would've suffered his whole life. Maybe he would've never walked again." I sighed, a tear trailing down my cheek.

"Y/N, you don't have to go into detail." Jungkook said softly while his arms still held me in his embrace.

"It's been awhile since I've opened up to anyone, and I feel like I've kept everything in for so long." I said as Jungkook remained silent—listening.

"I tried my best to pull him out, and I would've done anything to save him. But someone held me back...and I watched my whole family burn alive." Another tear trailed down my cheek.

"You were okay, though?" He asked curiously.

I shook my head. "I suffered a third degree burn on my leg. There's still a somewhat noticeable scar there."

I lifted the ends of my leggings up as I traced the line of the scar that the fire left me. To remember, huh? Jungkook stared at it, then softly tracing his finger on it.

"You're still pretty." He whispers inaudibly. [Y/N couldn't even hear it.]

"What else?" He asked, knowing there was more to it.

"I-I got diagnosed with PTSD and depression after the accident." I whispered.

"Do you still h-"

"It doesn't really go away. Maybe someday it will, but depression will always stay with me. Like a best friend forever, you know." I tried to lighten up the situation.

Jungkook looked up at me. "I'm sorry that you had to go through so much." He whispered.

"This scar reminds me of the people I've lost on that day. If I got a chance to switch with Dae-suk, I would." I said.

The information I have told him was enough. I didn't want to show him my scars I've put on myself—I didn't want him to pity me. Maybe one day, but not today.

Jungkook's gentle fingers pushed my head up to look at him straight in the eye. "Don't say that, ever again." He said.

"I don't know, but I believe he is so proud of you. You're an independent woman, Y/N—and you've held yourself up for so long." Jungkook smiled softly.

"If you don't believe that, then I'll convince you. However long it takes, I'll take the weight off your shoulders, princess." He smiles softly.

We stayed quiet for a moment as I looked into his dark brown eyes. "Why haven't you left yet?" I whispered.

"Why would I leave?"

"Because I'm a burden, Jungkook. People see me and look away because they can't stand looking at someone so broken." I said quietly.

"No no no, stop that." He whispered, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

"So what if people find you broken? Does it matter what they think? You just need to focus on what is right in front of you—you're not broken, Y/N. You bloomed. You bloomed even when things got rough."

He placed his forehead against mine and our lips were inches away from each other. Our eyes connected for what seemed like forever.

"Y/N," he whispered. Both of his hands held the side of my head, blocking everything else out in the world except for him.

"Y/N? Are you in here?" Jimin's voice interrupted us as we both sprang apart from each other in surprise.

"She's fine, Jimin." Jungkook said before growling lowly.

"She sent me to look for you guys since you both took a long time in the bathroom." He said, his head leaning on the other side of the door.

"We'll finish this later, princess." Jungkook whispered, getting up and grabbing my hand to pull me up with him.

Jimin's face was full of confusion when we both walked out—before he smirked. "Had a good time?" He winked.

Jungkook whispered incoherent words before walking back to class, leaving Jimin and I alone.

I almost kissed Jungkook.

And I actually wanted it.

I am falling for Jeon Jungkook.

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