A figure paces back and forth before a closed door, helplessly. Palms growing sweaty despite the AC. Heart beating loud in his ears.. yet it isn't loud enough to drown his worry.

This is all my fault!! I shouldn't have asked her to go. I shouldn't have let her out of my sight.. he thinks to himself as his hand trembles with rage.

But at that moment when his eyes fell on the sight of you laughing with Jimin, he couldn't help but feel his heart clench... He hadn't understood what exactly the feeling was.. or so he told himself. Even from a distance, he could see the look in his Jimin Hyung's eyes; it was one he hadn't seen before and which only intensified his confusion. He heard the warm sound of your laughter and couldn't help but smile along seeing you play with Yeontan.

"Yah! Pabo!" he called out before he could stop himself.

He watched your smile melt away at hearing his voice.

Wow... She really does hate me.

But nevertheless, you did come. Knowing you were now with him and not anyone else made the knot in his heart relax as he felt an odd satisfaction wash over him.

"What do you want?" even though your voice emitted nothing but annoyance he couldn't help but find it cute.

But now that you were before him, just a few steps away, he didn't know what to say. He wracked his brain to think of something.

"I want banana milk." He blurted out. The look of sheer disbelief on your face was indication enough that it wasn't one of his smartest moves.

You began to say something but all he could really notice were your lips... the way two vertical lines would appear between your eyebrows everytime you furrowed when speaking to him and your wild exasperated gesticulation.

She really is something, he thought smiling to himself.

As time passed, however, he grew more and more worried. They were miles away from a decent neighbourhood. Maybe he'd made a mistake in sending you on your own?

"Manager Hyung!" he called out to Sejin. "My shoot is done and I don't feel well. Can I leave?"

Sejin looked at him with suspicion which then converted to worry in his eyes but allowed him to leave without an argument.

One benefit of driving on a road in the more rural parts of the country is that you can drive like a mad man.. and that's exactly what he did.

However, the minute he entered the nearest town something didn't feel right. For starters, one of their company cars stood on the side of the road... but with no tyres. He tried to ignore the fear he was feeling now or the panic stirring in his stomach. There were hardly any streetlights except for a few that flickered, failing to provide any suitable lighting at all.

He parked a little off of the road in a place dark enough to obscure his car. The last thing he wanted was for anything to happen to it.

Walking down the deserted street he almost felt the urge to call out her name.. just like they did in movies. Then suddenly he heard chaotic shouting...

"She's here! That way!!"

He followed the voices going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of roads. He turned a corner just in time to see it all happen before his eyes...

First, he saw you.. Beads of sweat glittering on your forehead in the moonlight. Clothes dirty. But what shocked him the most was the look on your face.

You ought to be scared, he thought. But he couldn't be more wrong. A fire burned in her eyes as you looked at something on the floor that he couldn't see from where he stood.

Just then he saw movement and a figure appear right behind her.. in his hands...

"Y/N!!" he screamed but it was too late.

He ran forward, as the man raised a large wooden pole and aimed for your head. The pole came in contact with the side of your head, your eyes widen just before you crumbled to the ground.

Jungkook's voice had caused the man to panic. He dropped the pole and dashed in the opposite direction.

Jungkook knelt beside you, clutching you gently by the shoulders and bringing you close to his chest. He cupped the back of your head as it rests against his chest.

"Y/N..." His voice was barely a whisper.

Your eyes fluttered but didn't open. He lifted you up with great care.. trying to ignore your ragged breathing and the blood on your forehead.

She'll be fine! Nothing will happen to her.

With you safely strapped into the passenger seat, he drove to the nearest hospital.

"Jungkook-shi?"

His head snaps up to look at the doctor as the miserable memory that had been playing in his mind momentarily disappears.

"How is she? Will she be okay? She'll be okay, right? The wound can't be that bad... right?"

The doctor, who was rather young, looked at him with pity, which unexpectedly made Jungkook very angry causing him to furrow and clench his fists. He was sick of people looking at him with pity in their eyes.

"Jungkook-shi, she's still unconscious." Jungkook opened his mouth to speak but the doctor continued "but... like you said the wound isn't too bad. She just needs her rest. You can go and see her now, though I doubt she'll be awake before tomorrow morning." the doctor bowed and left.

Jungkook wraps his fingers around the handle of the door and taking a moment to feel the cold of the metal seeping through his skin. Pushing the door open he steps in.

You lie on the bed looking peaceful. He walks to the bed sitting next to her. His eyes softens as he listens to you mumble in your sleep.. nothing that is audible. He sees your fingers twitch and reaches for your hand, taking it in his own. His heart flutters. Your hands are so much softer and smaller than his... Yet they fit in his own perfectly. Holding onto your hand in this manner makes him feel almost relaxed even though the worry in him hasn't entirely died out.

The tightness in his throat makes it almost impossible to swallow the guilt welling up. He is the reason you're in this position. At the thought, he quickly lets go of your hand as if shocked by electricity. Letting out a mirthless dry laugh he looks at you face.

"Funny how when I start caring for someone I hurt them the most." his voice was a little more than a whisper.

He can no longer look at your face without feeling unfamiliar emotions twist in the pit of his stomach making him feel nauseous.

He pulls out his phone and dialing in the number before he could change his mind. He waits as the phone rings and finally a groggy voice answers.

"Hyung.."