I stared over at Jungkook, slightly taken back by his words. "Okay." I say softly as I grab the door handle and brace myself for the cold air.

"Hang on. Take this." Jungkook says, reaching into the back seat and pulling out a jacket.

"Don't you need that?" I ask. "Not more than you do. Put it on." Jungkook says before getting out of the car and coming to my side.

He opens the door for me, waiting for me to put the jacket on. I looked down at it and knowing I'd rather wear his jacket then be cold, I put it on.

Instantly, I could smell Jungkook's scent engulfing me. "Ready?" Jungkook asks. I look up at him and nod before getting out of the car.

As I stood up I noticed just how big the jacket was on me. Of course I warmed up instantly.

"Let's sit down over there and we can talk." Jungkook says as he starts to walk over to the tables.

When we get to them I sit down and look up at him as he doesn't sit right away.

"I'll respect your wishes and not touch you. I promise." He says as he keeps his distance.

"I didn't mean you had to sit all the way over there." I scoff as he sits down on the opposite side of the table on the farthest side.

He ignores what I say as he looks around, taking in the scenery. He seemed to be glowing in the sunlight.

"I've been thinking about something lately..." Jungkook starts, slowly turning his gaze to me.

My eyebrows raise as I hum in response. "Do you really hate me? I mean I know I can be an asshole but I didn't think you disliked me that much."

The look on Jungkook's face seemed as if he were almost afraid to hear my answer.

I studied his face for a second as he looked at me, our eyes connected.

I turned my head down, averting my gaze from Jungkook's. "Are you not going to answer me?" Jungkook asked, his voice cutting through the thick air.

I finally looked up, our eyes meeting again. "I don't hate you, Jungkook."

"You don't?" He asked. "I don't. Although you really get on my nerves, I don't hate you. I just don't understand you." I say honestly.

Jungkook is silent for a second before he looks up. "I'm sorry. I just don't know how else to act around you. If I show I care, you'll get ripped away from me but if don't, you'll never feel the same."

Jungkook's words sat in my head, bouncing from corner to corner.

"How would I get ripped away? I can't go anywhere." I laugh but he doesn't laugh or find it funny in the slightest. 

"It shouldn't be this way. I shouldn't be forcing you to stay. That's not how you treat someone you care about. I just can't risk losing you..." Jungkook says, his voice low. 

I felt bad. I knew this was because of what happened with Ji-eun but what could I say? What could I do?

Watching Jungkook's saddened features, I did the only thing I could think to do to make him feel better.

I stood up and made my way over to him, sitting down beside him. Jungkook looked over at me then back down at the table.

"I know it seems bad but I'm still here, aren't I?" I ask. "Yeah, because you have to be. It makes me angry at myself but I can't just let you leave. I need you, more than you know." He says.

Jungkook was clearly vulnerable right now, thinking about the things that had happened in his past.

"If I truly wanted to leave I wouldn't have accepted your deal. Doesn't that mean anything?' I ask, my voice soft.

Jungkook looked over at me, his eyes watching the side of my face. I wondered what he was thinking.

"Why did you stay then? The things my father did to your mother, your family...Why do you stay?" Jungkook asked.

I turned my head up and looked at Jungkook, our eyes locked. "You're not your father, Jungkook. That's why." I say softly.

Jungkook stared at me, his eyes sightly widened. As Jungkook stared at me I noticed his gaze falling down to my lips.

I coughed, readjusting myself. Jungkook snapped out of it and straightened up.

"Anyway, thanks." Jungkook said as he looked elsewhere. I nodded and gazed out at the park in front of us.

Then a question surfaced in my head and I was eager to know the answer.

"Jungkook." I say to gather his attention. "Hm?" He asked, his hair blowing slightly in the wind.

"Did you ever meet my mom?" I asked, my mouth slightly dry as the cold air brushed over my lips.

Jungkook looked at me fully as if studying my face. "I did but I was young. I don't remember much." Jungkook says and I feel a heaviness on my chest.

"What do you remember?' I ask, needing to know something, anything. Jungkook gulped and I instantly felt queazy.

"I can't..." Jungkook said, averting his gaze. "Please, Jungkook. I need to know." I say even though I feared what he would say.

He took in a breath before he spoke. "She would come over sometimes...I wasn't very old so I didn't know much about the reason why. Then one day while I was in the other room I heard my father and her arguing and screaming at one another..." Jungkook says and my stomach turned.

"Next thing I remember was hearing a gun shot." As soon as Jungkook said it I felt as if I were going to throw up. Tears burned my eyes as I clenched my hands into fists.

"Then my father made me help him clean up the mess. There was so much blood...I cried the whole time." Jungkook admits and I feel the tears beginning to fall from my eyes.

"I'm so sorry." Jungkook says, his eyes holding a sadness I felt but a million times stronger.

I cried more as I imagined my mother, lying there after being killed by a vile man who only cared about himself.

As the tears fell I tried to wipe them away but they only fell faster. Suddenly, I was being pulled into Jungkook's chest, his scent and strong arms holding me to him.

I let go of every rule I set as I clung to Jungkook, needing the comfort of his arms around me, keeping me safe.

Neither of us said a thing as I cried, burying my face into his chest. My heart was aching. I hated that man. I hated him so much.

...

Jungkook's pov~

My heart ached as I held y/n to my chest as she cried. My hate for my father only grew stronger as I watched him hurt yet another person I cared for.

I knew y/n had told me not to touch her but when I saw the look on her face and the tears falling from her eyes I knew I had do something, anything, just to ease her pain.

Suddenly y/n pulled back, wiping her tears as she hid her face from me.

"We can go if you want, I understand." I say, watching her as she tried to stop crying.

"Please." Y/n says, standing up and wrapping her arms around herself.

I felt bad for even giving in and saying anything. If I hadn't said anything then y/n wouldn't be crying right now.

"I'm sorry." I say as I join her side. Y/n glances over at me, her eyes red and puffy.

"Don't be. I told you to tell me. You didn't do anything wrong." Y/n sniffles as she presses her lips together.

"It's cold, let's head back." I say and y/n nods before starting to walk back to the car.

The ride home was silent and as soon as y/n and I came home she went straight up to her room.

That night I sat in my office, my heart aching and my mind fuzzy.

I thought back on that day, the day my father took the life of the woman he loved, y/n's mother.

FLASHBACK~

"I told you I loved you, (Mom's name)! What more do you want me to do? Just leave that man! I'm better for you!" My father yelled, his voice echoing through the empty hallways. "I told you I won't do it! You're a monster, a horrible man! I will not bring my daughter into this house. I won't bring her into your dangerous life." Y/n's mother said, her voice angry. "If you won't love me then you won't love them either." A gunshot sounded through the house, jolting fear into me. It was silent for a moment before my father yelled. "Jungkook! Come here." Of course I obeyed my father. Walking into the room, my stomach turned, fearing rising within my body at the woman lying on the ground just inches from me, blood everywhere. "Help me clean this mess up." My father demands as he sets his gun down, bending down towards the lady.

The last thing I remember him saying was; "I'll make sure to kill that daughter of yours too, Just you wait. If not, Son, You will do the honors."

OVER~

My body shook as I thought back to that day. From the very beginning, I knew exactly who y/n was.

My father had taught me everything about her. Where she lived, who she was friends with, her favorite things, what she feared, the things she did, whom she loved, I knew it all.

I had my men keep a close eye on her all of these years so when I saw y/n in that alleyway I recognized her instantly.

I knew then that I finally had her. I would carry out my fathers wishes, no matter how much I hated him.

From the very start the main goal was to kill her, to carry out everything my father had planned.

Then that all changed when I saw how y/n was, before I fell for her. Although I wasn't in love, I knew I wasn't very far off.

The only thing holding me back was the memories of Ji-eun. How could I love again after that? Would Ji-eun even want me to move on?

I'm in too deep to back out now. I couldn't help it, I was falling before I could even catch up.

Now It's y/n that I need to protect. I need to protect her from the truth. I couldn't let her know that her mother had died trying to keep her safe. I couldn't let y/n know I had known her way before she even knew any of us.

I have to protect her.

From the very start, the one I needed to protect was Y/n.

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a/n; This is one of my fav chapters😫 I hope you guys liked it too!!!!