Jungkook's POV

We didn't speak during the drive to her place, I knew she was still upset over everything that happened back at the office with Min Yoongi and maybe a little upset over our conversation and my rejection.

I still felt guilty about that.

Yet wasn't it better to be honest? There's no point in promising someone something you're not yet ready to give....right?

After we pulled up outside her apartment and walked inside I decided to finally break the tense silence, at the very least I wanted the two of us to still be friends.

"I'll make some food as you take a shower, get yourself changed into something more comfortable." I removed my jacket and placed it over the couch as we walked through, Y/N seemed to be lost in her own thoughts as she nodded and shuffled down the hallway to use the bathroom.

Why do I still feel so guilty?

Why do I want to kiss her and tell her everything will be okay?

I pushed these thoughts out of my head and headed for the kitchen, maybe making some food for the two of us will take my mind off things.

Y/N's POV

It wasn't Min Yoongi on my mind anymore, it was the sting of rejection from Jungkook.

I appreciated his honesty, it was sweet of him to try and reassure me that it wasn't because of me he couldn't commit but more his own responsibilities.

Yet deep down I couldn't help but doubt myself, maybe I really was boring....maybe I just wasn't the kind of girl a guy wanted to have a committed relationship with.

Maybe I was boring.

Maybe I was just a filler....a woman a guy messes around with before he finds someone he's actually ready to be with.

I felt numb, in all honesty after crying so much since leaving the office there was genuinely nothing left for me to give.

I removed my clothes and placed them in the wash basket before taking a shower.

I didn't take too long, not wanting to keep Jungkook waiting especially if he was making us both food.

I towel dried my hair, removed my makeup and pulled on a pair of pajama shorts and oversized t-shirt.

It didn't really bother me that Jungkook was about to see me like this....at my most fragile and vulnerable.

I padded back down the hallway and entered the kitchen, Jungkook didn't seem to notice me as he continued to cook.

I took in his appearance and felt my heart sink, he was so handsome....of course he would reject me.

He's far too good looking for someone like me.

When he looked at me it was as if every ounce of breath was taken from my lungs floating into the air like midnight smoke. Every time he kissed me it felt like the world stopped, leaving just the two of us to wander the earth together. Every time he held my face between his hands it felt like he was untying all of my knots. Holding me for eternity in the arms I've grown so accustomed to. This is what falling in love was like, a story you never wanted to end. For so long I had longed for it, and now I can't bare to lose it - lose this thing that makes me feel so complete.

I felt my heart race, all this time I convinced myself this wouldn't happen. I convinced myself that friends with benefits was what I wanted, that because of Min Yoongi I wasn't ready for anything more but who was I kidding.

Deep down, beneath all the pain I just wanted someone to love me....isn't that what we all wanted? Someone to make you feel complete, to make you feel wanted.

I hated myself for allowing this to happen, I shouldn't have gotten so attached. It's always the case though, you always see it in movies where one or both parties end up falling for the other even though they shouldn't. Yet in my case it was just me that had fallen, I mean who could blame me....this was Jeon Jungkook after all.

He still hadn't noticed me at this point, concentrating solely on plating up our food. I felt myself smile as he took his bottom lip between his teeth, something he always did when he was trying to focus.

"I made stir fry, nothing too fancy. I hope you like it, here sit down."

I quickly lowered my head, had he known I was there the whole time? Staring at him like an idiot....how embarrassing.

I sat down at the table, picking up my fork and prodding at the vegetables.

"Jesus Y/N, don't need to attack it." He chuckled and took my fork, spearing some vegetables on the prongs and bringing it to my mouth.

I swallowed hard as he smiled, eyes crinkled in the corners....his genuine smile.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a small smile before opening my mouth, he gently pushed the food inside and I chewed.....it was actually really good.

"So? It's not too bad right?" He took his own fork and started to eat, looking at me and waiting for my response.

"I'm impressed, this is actually really good." I managed to force out without the emotion in my voice showing, he smiled and looked away....a slight blush creeping across his cheeks.

I couldn't allow myself to feel this way for him, I was already starting to fall for this idiot and I wasn't prepared for the inevitable heart break if my feelings continued to develop.

We're just friends now....stop this Y/N.

Let him go.

Jungkook's POV

After eating we decided to watch a movie, I asked Y/N to pick what she wanted to watch as I washed the dishes but she insisted on washing them as I was the one who cooked.

I knew how stubborn the woman could be so didn't argue, I gave a nod and left her in the kitchen so I could pick a movie.

I decided on something funny, a romance definitely wouldn't be wise considering her current state. I knew she enjoyed comedies, at least watching Dodgeball would cheer her up a little....I remember her telling me it was one of her favourite movies once.

Why did I remember that?

I headed for the kitchen after noticing she was taking a while to come out, leaning my shoulder against the door frame.

I couldn't take my eyes away from her, all she was doing was washing the dishes yet it still fascinated me.....she fascinated me.....snap out of it Jungkook.

I noticed how she stopped suddenly, hands still submerged in the soapy water as without warning her shoulders began to shake.....she was crying.

I don't know what came over me but suddenly I wasn't standing by the door anymore

"Why are you crying? Please don't cry....I hate to see you cry."

She pried my hands away from her waist and turned to face me

"I need more, I want more."

Her words hit me hard, I simply stared....unable to find the right response.

I don't know what I want.....but right now all I do know is that I can't stand to see her cry.