"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Jimin asks you not for the first time.

"I'm sure. And I still think you should go and sit with your members and not me."

"They'll understand." Jimin looks across at a table occupied by 5 very good looking men.

Just then your phone rings. You look at the screen and furrow in confusion: JUNGKOOK.

Your eyes search the room for him. Come to think of it you hadn't seen him after that brief moment were your eyes had locked.

"Hello." you says.

A voice speaks from the other end but you're unable to hear it properly because of the loud music playing.

"Hello?" you say again, straining to hear better.

Jimin points at the enterance suggesting for you to step out of the hall. You nod and exit the hall.

"Hello," the voice that speaks from the other end is unfamiliar instantly making you feel nervous. "I'm calling to inform you that the owner of this phone is injured."

"WHAT???!!!!" you nearly scream.

*******

What on earth is he doing at the bar???

You're furious. You can't believe he's gone off and got into a fright. Why do you have to always clean up his mess?

As you near the bar you begin to understand what type of a neighbourhood this is and that manages to make you even more angry, if that's even possible that this point.

After a few minutes of walking you find you're standing before a blue neon sign that reads: THE DRAGON'S DEN.

You see a figure slumped against a wall, groaning in pain.

"Jungkook?!"

You kneel before him and turn his face towards you. A gasp escapes your lips as you take in his bleeding bruised face. His bottom lip is split and swollen, blood dripping down the side of the mouth.

"Jungkook? Can you stand?" you ask him. Your voice is shaky as you try to make sense of the situation. You want nothing more than to protect him and hold him close to you.

He lets out a ragged breath and looks at you for the first that since you approached him. "You're here.."

You nose crunches as you sense the sour smell of alcohol on him.

"I need you to try to stand up, okay?" you pull him up to a standing position but he's not stable enough to walk on his own.

Throwing his arm over you shoulder you half support half drag him to the car.

"Where are you taking me?" Jungkook slurs his words.

"Home." you grunt under his weight.

You place him as gently as you can in the passenger seat and strap in the seat belt.

"It's hurts.." Jungkook mumbles.

"Oh.. we'll go to the hospital-"

"No.. just.. home, please." cuts you off.

"Jungkook, you're hurt."

"It hurts the most over here." he places a finger over his heart. You look at him confused but decide not to question.

As you drive you realise you can't take him to his apartment, which is far and in the heart of the city, and put him at the risk of being seen. The last thing you need is to give way for more rumours to be created. Instead, you find yourself stopping in front of Sunghyun and your apartment.

Miraculously, you manage to bring him up into your apartment and lie him down on your bed.

Please don't throw up on my bed..

Adjusting the pillow to make him more comfortable you sigh. Your heart hurts to see Jungkook in this state.

Why do you always have to play into the rumours, Jungkook? Why prove people right?

You pull out the first aid kit from within a drawer. Jungkook winces as disinfectant touches his wound. Taking special care to be extra gentle, you wipe away all of the blood and bandage up the wounds.

He looks so peaceful: eyes closed and head turned to the side. He mumbles in his sleeps; soft sounds that don't seem to make any sense to you. You reach out a tentative hand and brush his hair away from his forehead.

Setting the first aid kit aside you prepare to stand but a hand grips you wrist preventing you from moving.

"Please don't leave me.. again." Jungkook's eyes are open now and are pleading with you. For someone who couldn't stand up straight a few minutes ago his hold on your hand is pretty strong.

"Okay." you sit next to him and pull the cover over his body but he doesn't let go of you hand.

Seconds become minutes.. Minutes become hours and you don't realise when you fall asleep next to him.

*******

The next morning Jungkook wakes up to an unbearable headache. His head throbs and he's sure it'll explode any minute. But that's not the only part of him that hurts. Unable to think straight he attempts to cover his head when he realises he's holding onto something.. your wrist.

He looks at your sleeping form in shock, headache and pain forgotten. He seems incapable of doing something as simple as drawing in a breath. He's afraid that the slightest movement on his part will end this beautiful dream his living. A dream in which you are with him.

He wracks his brain to remember the events of last night for an explanation of how he ended up here. As the images roll into play the tightening in his chest only gets worst..

Rooftop.. Jimin hyung.. Y/N.. Kiss..

He tells himself he can't have such thoughts about Y/N.

She is not mine... she'll never be.

*******

You wake up to a pair of beautiful clear eyes staring straight at you. It takes a moment for you to register your surrounding. When you finally realise Jungkook lying next to you, you bolt upright nearly falling off of the bed.

"I..I.. um.." you stammer. What were you planning on saying anyway?

"Would you care to explain this?" he points from himself to you.

"Um.. you asked me to stay last night.." your voice trails off.

"You clearly didn't understand what I meant." Jungkook smirks at you and suddenly you just want to get as far away from him as possible.

"What do you mean?"

"Seeing that you still have your clothes on, you clearly didn't understand what I meant when I asked you to stay."

You stare at him in disgust. There's nothing teasing about his voice. His eyes move along the length of your body and you grip the covers tightly. How can he even say such a thing to you?

"Get out." you say pronouncing each word clearly.

"What?"

"You heard me.. GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

You think you see hurt flicker in his eyes but convince yourself that's not possible for someone like him. He gets off of the bed and staggers a few steps before leaving the room.

You listen carefully, the front door opens and then slams shut.

Just like that you fall apart.

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