Y/N

Groaning and moaning I bounced up on my bed with my fingers trying their best to dig in through my skull. Pulling at my entangled stands helped a little but last night's hangover was skewering through my head big time and I couldn't but thrash under the big blanket to the beat of my discomfort.

Damn you whiskey.

Memories from the night before were blurry and all I remembered was sneaking out at the middle of the night and tramping down to the kitchen in search of some compelling liquor. The flashes of the dismal incidents from the past year made me do it and like my most other actions, I regretted this one too. How can something that went in my intestines create such a havoc in my brain!?

Wrapping myself in my own arms I tried to scurry my way through the happenings of the last couple of hours. I know it was late at night and the entire mansion was deep in sleep when I went on my little venture but still a worry lurked around somewhere, questioning if I did anything embarrassing.

However, even though I remembered absolutely nothing, I still for some reason felt a warm embrace lingering on my skin. I had never felt that before. It was as if I was genuinely cared for.

Is it a dream that I had? It must be so.

The clock struck ten past twelve in the noon. Yawning my slumber away I hopped down the bed. My breath reeked and the headache was still feeding on my sanity so I decided to freshen up and ask somebody to get me some medicine. But one thing's for sure, I was never touching alcohol again.

"How are you doing, Y/N?" a gentle call was heard and I whined in the toilet while brushing my teeth. The male voice seemed to be a little foreign but I very well knew that the only person in this mansion who would talk to me like that was Yoongi. So I stepped out of the bathroom, my concentration still persistent on the electric toothbrush running in my mouth.

As I was fully out I lifted up my gaze to spare Yoongi a glance but the dark brown orbs that met mine instead immediately held me in bewilderment.

"Wha aa yo oing ere? (What are you doing here?)" pointing my index at him I let out a severed interrogation to which the subject just shrugged.

I was caught off-guard to see Jeon Jungkook standing at my door way with a platter of food and a genuine smile?

Am I still sleeping or what?

"I got you breakfast and some meds for the headache I know you have right now" he uttered as he casually strolled inside my room making his way to the table by the corner while I just stood there, shocked and frozen.

"Aren't you gonna wash that?" Jungkook pointed at my face breaking me out of my thoughts and being in a state of daze I simply nodded before returning to the sink, the confusion still loitering in my head.

Why was Lieutenant Jeon Jungkook in my room and why was he acting as if he owned this place?

I rinsed my face thoroughly, throwing water to it until my eyes stung and my hairs were partially damp and after making sure I was Kim Brute again, I walked out of the bathroom with pride and a stoic face which however soon melted away when I was met with yet another shock.

Yoongi, who now decided to show up was seated on my couch with Jungkook, both laughing and chatting away like some childhood friends.

What the fuck did I miss!?

I didn't even realize I was practically gawking at the two men with an ugly, shocked face until Yoongi decided to spare me a glance and copy my facial expression. I swear that dude never left a chance to mock me. I immediately looked away, gulping down the embarrassment. However, I still stood there firm on the ground, contemplating on what to ask first because I had like a whole lot of questions that needed answering.

But Yoongi beat me to it as he stood up and walked up to me with Jungkook following close behind.

"Y/N, I want you to meet my new friend......Jungkook"

At that point all I could do was oblige him with a 'are you kidding me' look. I got drunk for just one night and this happened? Yoongi decided to befriend our enemy? I was beyond muddled as to what exactly was going on.

"Are you pranking me?.....because if you are, now is not a good time" I retorted waving my hands at his face but Yoongi caught them and pulled me closer, turning me around and wrapping his arm over my shoulder while he walked us to the couch.

"You see, last night you got drunk and kind.....of made a mess which had to clean so in the process, we bonded"

Daebak, another reason to regret my choices!

Yoongi simply stated the words placing his butt down on the sofa and pulling me down with him. Soon after Jungkook took a place beside Yoongi. All this while I kept taking turns in staring at the both, glaring at the cop every now and then. He was just giving me a sheepishly smile which was totally inappropriate, provided we didn't have a healthy relationship.

Wasn't this man the one that accused me of being a jerk and explained how much he hated me just a few days ago?

What happened now? Did his hatred go on a vacation?

My gaze locked with Jungkook's and I narrowed my eyes in an attempt to intimidate him. From the corner of my eyes I could see Yoongi peeking at the both of us with a sly smirk and it was freaking annoying.

What is wrong with these two?

"Could you please excuse us for a sec" with that I sprang up and dragged Yoongi with me to the corner of the room leaving a confused Jungkook behind. His clueless face was kinda cute but I didn't have the time to be amused right then.

"What are you doing Yoongi?" I growled in a low voice making the man shrug casually.

A shrug? Seriously bro?

"What do you mean?" he asked making me snarl.

"What I mean is, why are you all of a sudden fraternizing with a man that's our captive? Didn't you want to kill him like everybody else?"

"I did but it doesn't seem like you would let me so just decided to increase my friend circle"

"A circle? Hah! It's more like a single point" I scoffed and Yoongi let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Whatever it is he is my friend now and guess what, he's gonna help us find appa omma's murderer" my eyes widened to its fullest while Yoongi crossed his hands against his chest in a smug stance.

"What the hell bro....you told him?" I couldn't keep my annoyance concealed and my voice went high by itself. My parents' death have always been a sensitive topic and it being nothing but a cold blooded murder was something only Yoongi and I knew, and the lab assistant of course who provided appa's test reports. But the point is we never opened up about it to anyone, not even our own cousin Jin. Then how come Yoongi all of a sudden confided everything to a total stranger, and that too someone who hates our whole race? I was beyond confused and I looked at Yoongi with the same in my eyes.

"Don't worry Y/N, I can genuinely help you" a voice boomed from the other side of the room and as I felt Jungkook's presence behind me I heaved a tired sigh.

"Look Jungkook, I don't wanna be rude but please don't show us pity. We are better off without it. We are not that weak. We can solve our own problems without your help"

"Who said anything about being weak? What is your problem Y/N? Why do you always say that? If somebody wants to help it doesn't necessarily mean he or she pities you" annoyance was evident on Jungkook's face. I was not sure what he meant by 'always say that'. I didn't remember talking to him about this before but at the very moment, I couldn't care less about it.

"You won't understand. We are used to living an isolated life. We never had the society giving a fuck about our shit and we don't want you to show up and change things now. We don't need you putting hopes in our hearts because believe me, when it breaks it hurts like a bitch"

I was panting heavily. The speech I delivered was set up on it's fullest volume and my throat hurt at how much I yelled right now. I wasn't angry, I just felt revolted but that didn't falter Jungkook's passion a bit.

"Well I am giving a fuck about your shit whether you like it or not and I can guarantee you, no hopes will be broken" he snarled at my face making me glare at him.

"What Do You Want?" I asked, shooting daggers his way but the words he chose next ruined my every act.

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