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(A/n: Yet again, I fell asleep while writing, I'm sorry about that! Thank you so much for 108k reads! This series will be over soon, but I do hope you've been enjoying it so far! I hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful day/night! ☀️🌈💕✨)

Requested by: @Givemeanamebabe

Song: "Lovely (with Khalid)" by Billie Eilish and Khalid

• I changed their ages to eighteen, so it would
make more sense! Jungkook obviously was very small and cute when he was fifteen, so to have him be tall and still cute in this chapter, he'll have to be older! I'm sorry about the sudden age change! •
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M/N's P.O.V.

My eyes widened slightly as Jungkook lifted my head onto his lap as he studied me with hints of concern and fear in his eyes. He gave me a weak smile, probably trying to assure me that the ambulance would be here soon and that I would, hopefully, be okay.
"I'm sorry." He whispered as his fingers brushed against one of the cuts on my face. It was covered with flakes of dried blood, so he made sure to be gentle. "I should have told you to go home... Now here you are... probably in so much pain." I tried to give him a reassuring smile, but my eyes grew heavy with exhaustion. Everything hurt. Every breath was a struggle, but of course, I wouldn't say that aloud.
"It's not your fault," I told him, lifting a hand up to his cheek. "Don't you dare blame yourself." He weakly nodded, his brown eyes staring into my own.
"But it is my fault... I'm so sorry." Tears formed in his eyes as he desperately tried to hold them back. I rubbed my thumb against his cheek, trying to calm him down the best I could. "I didn't protect you like I promised I always would." Memories of us as twelve-year-olds flashed through my head. It seemed like it was only yesterday when it happened.

I vividly remembered the day he made that promise to me. We were in my room, sitting on the carpeted floor as we told stupid stories and the latest gossip that we had heard from some of the divas at our school. But suddenly, I stopped talking once I realized he was looking at me, his brown suddenly serious.
"I'm going to protect you, no matter what." He stated, causing my younger self to look up at him. I was confused as to why he had said what he said, but I only smiled and held his hands like I usually would.
"Thanks, Kook... But why do you need to protect me?" I asked, my eyes pooling with confusion as I looked at him. "I'm fine!" He stared at me, a small blush forming on his honey-toned cheeks.
"Because I see how other kids treat you... It's not fair." He began as he glanced down at our intertwined hands before looking back up at me. "I'm going to become big and strong just to protect you!" I had giggled at his words then, but he stayed true to his promise. He became one of the tallest kids in our grade and not to mention one of the strongest as well. It was cute to see how far he had come just because he was so determined to keep me safe. Sometimes it made me question whether he loved me platonically or romantically, but I knew he only saw me as a younger brother.

"I remember that day," I spoke after a few minutes of deafening silence. "You were so determined... It was cute." His cheeks flushing a bright pink.
"Was...? Am I not cute anymore?" He pouted slightly, trying to lighten the mood. I let out a laugh, only to flinch in pain I tried to assure him I was fine, but my face had contorted with agony.
"You're very cute," I whispered, trying not to let my feelings take me other. I couldn't, I promise I wouldn't. I promised I wouldn't let my emotions get the best of me. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and everything we had built together. I knew it sounded like the cliche thought the girl always had in Hollywood movies, but it was true. He was my only friend and I couldn't risk losing him. He was one of the only kids who didn't bully me besides those random five boys at lunch. They always say together and just laughed while eating their lunches. They seemed like sweet boys, but I was just too nervous to go and talk to them. I was afraid they would hurt me if I tried to make friends with them.

"The ambulance is here." Mrs. Grandstaff remarked as she looked at me, her eyes pooling with worry. "How do you feel?" I sighed, not wanting to say how I felt like absolute crap, but I told her anyways.
"Crap... I feel like crap." She nodded at my words as she watched the paramedics walking into the building with a stretcher. I felt Jungkook lightly squeeze my hand, drawing me back to the beautiful boy.
"I'll be with you the entire time." He assured me, calming some of the fear that I felt bubble inside of my chest.