In a fraction of seconds my eyes flew open, my alert mode kicking-in in an instant with the loud ass bang that boomed in the otherwise silent room. It sounded very much like shattering of glass and I sprang up on my bed, ready to fight the intruder.

The night was profound with a thick eerie tranquility lurking around in the dingy mansion. Crickets, engrossed in their desolated cacophony filled the space with their choir and the moon peeping through the glass window seemed nothing more than a shining sickle.

"Who's there?" I retorted, trying to sound bold but rather sounding tired, the remnants of my insufficient slumber getting the better of me. Sleep was something very dear to me and people interrupting me in the act was something I despised. I was ready to get this over with as soon as possible. However, no reply was sent my way so I extended my arm to turn the bed lamp on. The faint ember light seemed like a setting sun against the dark walls and in that very little illumination I saw a disheveled looking girl, to be more specific, a disheveled looking Y/N standing right in front of my bed facing the window.

She was still in her night suit, her hair scattered all around her face creating an entangled mess and her left fingers clutching on to an almost empty bottle of alcohol. Her right hand was resting on the shelf where the freshly deceased lamp was supposed to be.

Had she been drinking lately? Because her shaky demeanor clearly said that she was far from sober!

"Miss Brute? What are you doing in my room?" I called out once again and this time she heard it. She turned around to face me and if not for our previous encounters, I would have certainly had a mini heart attack then and there. Y/N's eyes were red, as if she hadn't slept for a decade, dark circles loomed underneath her half opened lids and a thin stream of what smelt like dried whiskey cascaded down the side of her lips. Her form looked completely messed up and her eyes looked vulnerable, as if she was in utter pain.

"Are you okay, Miss Brute?" don't get me wrong, my hate for her was genuine but at that moment I couldn't act on it. To my own surprise, I didn't even try. Something in those defenseless orbs told me that she needed help and much to my dismay, my conscience somehow wanted to provide that to her.

I crawled out of my bed and with slow steps I started approaching the girl but abruptly stopped when she took a step back. I was surprised. Was she scared of me?

"Go away......leave me alone" the girl slurred, her sentence beautifully garnished with drunk hiccups. "I don't need your help"

Even though her command was firm, her tears screamed otherwise. In the last few days I really grew up to hate Y/N's guts for always being so domineering and evil but this was something I never thought I'd witness. The emotions in her eyes seemed true and so did the agony that was shining through. All this while I thought she was a sadist who gathered a sick pleasure from other's miseries.

But I never knew, was she herself miserable too?

"Y/N, you are drunk. Let me help you" once again I tried to reach her and once again she thrashed away.

"I said I don't need your help.....you think I'm pathetic, don't you? You think I'm weak?" she glared at me with widened eyes, her face daunting enough for me to choke on my own breath.

"I don't think you are weak-" I tried to calm her down but she just cut me off.

"Of-course you do.....everyone does.....everyone thinks that I am a coward and I don't deserve to be in this mafia but I'm trying.....even though I never wanted to be a part of this, I'm still trying. But no one fucking cares!"

"Y/N, please calm down. I-"

"You don't understand....nobody does.....nobody ever did!"

"Y/N, please listen to me" by now I had reached her trembling form. Tears flooded down her reddened cheeks like an unceasing avalanche as the girl seemed to cry her heart out. She looked completely drunk and was about to lose balance and embrace the floor but I worked fast and held her in my arms.

Y/N was certainly in the midst of a throbbing tragedy but I too was starting to lose myself in my very own conflict. Half of me wanted to push her away and laugh at her face for being so vulnerable but another half of me just wanted to hold her close and rub her back until she calms down, just like a friend would. I bit hard on my lips as my own thoughts started hurting me.

What was I feeling? Why was I feeling what I was feeling??

"You know Jungkook" she continued and I found myself paying attention. "It wasn't one of my dreams to become a mafia leader. Unlike you, I didn't get the opportunity to choose for myself. I've been punished my entire life for being born in a mafia family but was it really my fault? Every time I hurt somebody, I kill a part of my own soul. Everybody hears the grunting of the bullet escaping my gun but no one hears how loud my heart cracks with every shot. I regret every step I take but I don't have any other road to walk on. What do I do?

It hurts, it hurts right in here!"

She took my hand, placing it on her heart and before I knew it I was wiping away stray tears from my own cheeks. Both of us were seated on the carpeted floor, my hands wrapped around her frame and her head resting against my chest which vibrated every now and then with Y/N sniffing in her sobs. I knew if Y/N regains consciousness right now, she'd kick me away and throw me in a dungeon or something but somehow, I didn't care.

"Why Y/N? Why do you think you don't have any other way? If all this hurts you so much, just leave them and do what you actually want to do, what your heart wants to do..."

"I can't"

"But why?"

"Because I want my revenge..."