Jk pov:

I took her in my arms heading towards her bedroom while she wrapped her hands around my neck.

Oh how weak she made me just by her small gestures, but this isn't the time to think about it Jungkook.

I shoved off the thoughts entering my head, my focus mainly being y/n. Whatever nightmare she had, had to be something related to her past. It isn't always that you react that way to a bad dream, let alone how bad it might be.

Everyone has their own way of coping up with things- some face the shit and move on with their life, some manage to forget them, some end their life not being able to take in anymore, while others just dump it deep inside themselves not wanting to face it which haunts them for the rest of their life.

Y/n is one of them. I know it's something related to her parents. I assumed that they might've passed away which scarred her badly but, that might not be the case.

Maybe her parents were snatched away from her?

Maybe she was taken away by someone else?

Whatever it might be, I wouldn't force her

to tell me until she wants to. I'd be more than happy to let her share the burden she's been carrying all these days. Maybe months or years.

I wouldn't know, since she was taken away by her aunt then later shifted from Seoul but I guess she's back for good.

"It's my parents"

Right.

The mattress sank inside when I crawled beside her, not willing to leave the room. Atleast not now. Not when she's in this state.

I pulled over the comforter over us and cuddled to make her comfortable, rubbing her hair while she scooted more and more closer to me, taking in my warmth. She closed her eyes and later drifted into deep slumbers. I admired her face while I couldn't help but smile remembering the day we had actually met.

Y/n and I first met in a public park. It was a beautiful day. The sun was at dawn, the park empty with swings and slides waiting for someone to ride it. At first, it was just a girl of my age, a woman and the birds chirping while they were on their way home flying in the orange-pink coloured sky. She was crying as she crouched on the ground holding her knee which was slightly bruised. The woman, who I assumed to be her mother, since she kept calling her omma while still sniffing- ran up to her bending down to inspect the cut. Her voice was sweet, calming and full of care.

She made me want to have a mother like her.

"Promise?", the elder one said, holding up her pinky finger for the girl to wrap around.

"Hey you! Whateu is your name huh! U can help me instead of standing there you know!!"

And that's how we met.

She was pretty bossy for an 8year old I must say. She might've cried just for a small cut on her knee when I saw her at first but she wasn't that gullible at all. She showed more of her naughty, bubbly side most of the time. Since that day, we met each other almost everyday till the next year until one day when she just stopped.

We did meet here and there but her charm was gone. Almost as if it was taken away by someone.

I knew something was wrong.

I knew my y/n wouldn't just leave me.

It's pretty rare and cheesy to say that I had fallen in love when I was hardly 9 or 10years old. Trust me, I didn't even know the spelling of love back then.

You see, growing up in a family where people respect money more than people, let alone their own sons- isn't exactly a place where you understand, or even care about how and what being affectionate towards someone meant. I definitely wasn't choosing that path though. I was aware of the fact that there is something more than money- happiness.

My happiness.

Whose source was y/n back then. But after she suddenly left Seoul, my whole world spun around. I became a cold person who denied to even think of affection, love or even smile.

There was no reason to.

I thought I didn't deserve to receive any.

I was breathing, but I wasn't living. I was playing, but I wasn't having fun. I was drinking, but it never let me loosened up. I was smiling, but it never meant a thing.

Until, she returned.

Don't get me wrong, I never knew that she was the same y/n. I couldn't even recognise her when she joined my school and we had our bickering memories.

I didn't even realise that she was her until I noticed the pictures of her hanging in her living room. And even before I realised, I already knew I was falling for her.

The feeling which made me feel nothing but empty? It just goes away when she's around.

She helps me distract myself from the other 'happening' things in my life, and now? It was my turn.

My turn to help her let it go.