I groaned, rubbing my eyelids from the sleep that swept me away. I rubbed my temple, trying to ignore the headache that was ringing in my ears. The weight of arms was across my stomach, looking to my right—I saw the familiar face.

"But I need for you to know that I still want you."

I shook my head, slowly taking his draping arms off of me. I stood up and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. My clothes are still intact, good. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I should get going," I whispered to myself—I had felt like I just had a one night stand. Leaving before he wakes up. I grabbed my phone that was placed on the nightstand, looking around and seeing nothing else that belonged to me.

I exited his room, looking at the hallways—long hallways that seemed like I could get lost in. I picked my best guess and took a right turn, leading me to the stairway downstairs.

"Don't leave," A groggy voice murmured. I looked up, finding a half-naked Jungkook. Luckily, not the bottom half. His hair had grown long and gotten fluffy—like he hadn't taken care of himself.

"Why?" I asked, but one question didn't just mean 'why I should stay', I wanted more answers to other questions I had, as well. I wanted to know why he left, even though the answer was obvious, I wanted to hear it from him.

"We need to talk." He rubbed his eyes, walking down the stairs and searching through the cabinet. He rolled a shirt onto himself, looking back at me.

"About what, Jungkook?" I asked as he handed me Tylenol. Considering that I had somewhat of a hangover, I swallowed them dry.

"Cut it out, Y/N. You know we have things to clear up but you're playing hard to get. I'm done playing, Y/N." Jungkook's voice deepened—we were only a few feet apart.

"You don't remember anything from last night, do you?" He questioned. I shook my head, taking a sip of the coffee he had slid over the counter to me.

"First, you apparently bumped into me, saying 'hey stranger'. Yes, I heard that. You proceeded to walk off, but you snapped at me and started rambling about how I, 'ruined' your life. I took you home since you were too drunk and I think you know the rest," Jungkook finished.

"No, I don't know the rest." I crossed my arms.

He took a deep breath, "You told me about how you still loved me."

I shook my head as I looked down at my feet. "People say things when they're drunk, Jungkook. You don't know if I meant it." My voice trailed off.

"People say a drunk state is a sober mind." It's true, though. I know I meant every word, even though I don't remember what I had said at all.

"What about when you told me you still wanted me?" I asked, hearing him mumble curses under his breath.

He took a breath. "I do still want you, Y/N. You mean everything to me, and it would hurt ever seeing you in such a broken state like that." His honesty made me guilty of what I had said.

"Taehyung and Jimin weren't just there to support you. I know I left on a wrong note, but I still worried for you. I made sure they reported back to me on your condition. I also tried to sign you up for therapy, but I heard that it didn't go well. Never once did I not want to go over and hold you to make you feel better. It was until I realized I was the cause of the pain. Seeing you in such a drunken state that night—not to mention you hadn't drank in awhile, I felt so guilty. I knew what you were going through, though."

"How?"

"I lost my parents at a young age, too, Y/N. It was a horrible experience and I felt like I didn't even need to be in this world anymore."

"How did they... die?" I didn't want to be straight up, but I didn't know how else to ask.

"They were murdered, like yours were. I was there—I remember that day so clearly. Like it had just happened yesterday.

--Flashback--

"Goodnight, appa. Goodnight, eomma," I said as they tucked me into bed, giving me kisses on my forehead.

There were a few knocks on a door, someone was at it. Appa's face grew pale, as he rushed me out of the bed.

He pointed at the closet, telling me to get into it. "Stay here until either eomma or I get you, okay Jungkook-ah?" Appa placed an iron man plush next to me, "Stay strong, Jungkook. Okay?" I nodded, worried at what was happening.

I sat in the corner of my closet, fidgeting with my fingers until I heard a scream. I rushed to open the closet door, but I stopped in my tracks as I remembered appa's words. 'Stay here until either eomma or I get you.'

So I planted my bottom back onto the ground. Trembling, I sat there for minutes without any movement. I heard another scream. I covered my own mouth to keep myself from screaming in fear. What was going on?

After sitting in the closet for mere hours, I figured it was safe to move. I grabbed a hold on my iron man as I opened the door, looking downstairs. "Eomma?" My voice shook as I slowly climbed downstairs.

"Appa?"

There was a red trail, leading to the kitchen. I followed it. Maybe appa and eomma will surprise me there. I followed it, until I found both of them on the floor in a pile of dark red liquid.

What? I shook their bodies, "Eomma!" I yelled, why isn't she waking up? "Appa!" He wasn't waking up either.

Tears flooded down my face as I sat in the pool of dark red liquid. It couldn't be blood. There was too much. Eomma would put a bandage on me when I bled, but there wasn't this much.

My mind drifted to the knocking earlier. Who was it?

--Flashback end--

"I was 5," Jungkook whispered.

I covered my mouth with my face, a tear trickling down my cheek. "What happened after?" I asked.

"I lived with my grandmother until she had passed away. By that time, I was already a legal adult, I inherited this house that my parents bought for me to live in when I turned 18. I'm guessing they expected for me to become a doctor or something." He said, looking around at the big house.

Jungkook's story was similar to mine. I never realized how similar our stories were.

"Do you know did that to them?" I asked.

"No," his pained expression made me feel guilt inside. I let him go through this alone while he comforted me for something that wasn't as big as his.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"What?"

"I'm sorry about your parents, and for hurting you, and for treating you the way I did. For thinking that you weren't worth living for because you are, and you're even more than that. You're worth all I have and I wish I could change my actions. I'm sorry for everything."

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