I closed my eyes briefly, a silent prayer directed towards the bright stars above. "Hope you are seeing me from there..." I whispered before gathering our belongings and heading downstairs.

The next morning greeted me with bright sunlight streaming through the windows, but as I emerged from beneath my blanket, I was met with an unexpected chill in the air. A quick check of my mobile confirmed my suspicions – the temperature had dropped to -3℃ overnight, a significant decrease of 5 degrees. I hurriedly took a warm shower and dressed in layers before preparing for the day ahead. Jungkook had already left for the office.

Upon arriving at work, I was greeted by my colleague Clair, a charming soul with a petite frame. Her doe-like eyes and thin lips gave her an endearing appearance.

"Hi, Y/n!" she greeted me with a sweet smile, to which I responded in kind.

"So, are you two dating yet?" she whispered mischievously into my ear.

"Dating??!!! Whom?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Pabo! I'm talking about the guy who lives with you in your apartment!" she replied, her excitement palpable.

Her mention of Jungkook caught me off guard, and I felt a surge of disbelief. "Huh! He's just a friend, nothing else. We're not dating!"

"Geez, you're so boring. I saw him on Instagram. He's soooo handsome! I would have already married him if I were you!" she gushed, her fangirling in full swing.

"Is he really that good-looking?" I teased, intrigued by her enthusiasm.

"He's THAT good-looking! I guess you're just nervous because you've never dated anyone. Should I help you with your patch-up?" she offered eagerly.

Clair didn't know about Taehyung, and no one in my office knew about him either. Bringing up his name would only lead to more questions, and dwelling on those memories would only reopen old wounds. He was not coming back, and revisiting those events would only cause me more pain. It was best to keep those memories buried deep within my heart.

I couldn't help but give her a faint smile, appreciating her well-intentioned gesture. "Thank you, but I think I'm fine. I also have no interest in dating anyone."

She pouted in response, but I gently steered the conversation away from the topic, leading us inside the building. "Shall we go in? We're getting late for the meeting," I suggested, eager to shift the focus back to work.

Time skip

I arrived home before Jungkook, quickly changing into warm and comfortable clothes to combat the cold. Despite the heater being on, the chill still lingered in the air. As I boiled some tea leaves, I heard the familiar sound of the door opening, signaling Jungkook's arrival. I made my way to greet him, only to find him slumped on the couch, his head bowed low and his breathing labored.

"Kook, Gwenchanna??" I inquired, concerned by his appearance.

He nodded weakly. "Just a minor headache," he murmured, his voice weighed down by exhaustion. He sniffled, indicating that he might be coming down with a cold.

Placing my hand on his forehead, I noticed the abnormal warmth radiating from his skin. "You have a fever," I stated matter-of-factly.

"I'm okay—"

"No, you're not! And where is your blazer??" I interrupted, my tone reflecting my frustration.

"Actually, it..." he hesitated before continuing.

"Don't tell me you forgot it at home? Jungkook, it's freezing outside! How could you be so careless??" My concern turned into exasperation.

"I gave it to my colleague. A glass of water spilled on her dress, and she was cold."

"So, you're risking your health for someone else??" I couldn't hide my disbelief.

"She's a good friend of mine..."

I looked away, a pang of jealousy and sadness creeping into my heart at the mention of his friend. Was she the one he mentioned before, his girlfriend? The thought left me feeling a mix of emotions, but I quickly pushed them aside. Right now, Jungkook needed my help.

"Wait here. Let me get you some pills," I said, retreating to my room. Unfortunately, the container was empty – I had forgotten to restock them. Jungkook might have some.

Jungkook's pov

"Do you have any pills? My box is empty!" her voice echoed from the other room.

And there she goes, calling me careless. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Check the drawer!"

"Nothing!" she shouted back.

"Then try the nightstand!"

"It's not here either!"

"Maybe it's in the cupboard!"

"Nothing there either!"

It seemed I had to take matters into my own hands. I headed to my room and thoroughly searched through the places I had suggested, as well as some additional spots. With each empty search, frustration gnawed at me. Finally, admitting defeat, I returned to her.

"I'm not blind, Jungkook. -_-"

"I forgot where I put them," I confessed, rubbing the back of my neck in frustration.

"Great! Stay here. I'll go to the drugstore," she declared, determination evident in her voice.

"You don't need to. It's late. I'll be fine by morning."

"I'll be okay. It's only 10 pm. Now, shut up and change your clothes!"

"No, it's not safe for you..."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "You should've thought about that before giving your blazer to that girl, Mr. Hero! Now, rest, or I'm going to give you sleeping pills instead!" I surrendered. No one could win against a determined woman.

"I'll be back soon," she announced before slamming the door behind her.

Why is she so angry? What did I do wrong? I just gave my blazer to Juno... Wait! Is she angry about that? Is she jealous?? Ah, impossible! She's made it clear she has no feelings for me. But I can't help but wish for a different answer.

Third pov

He found himself staring at her picture, lost in a trance that seemed to stretch on for ages. A dreamy smile adorned his lips, testament to the enchantment her image held over him. This wasn't a new occurrence; lately, he found himself spending most of his days lost in a world of fantasy.

He couldn't quite quantify the depth of his desire for her. It had been a year of waiting, yearning for her presence. He longed to hold her in his arms, to embrace her warmth. Nights were spent in restless longing, his thoughts consumed by her. He found himself willing to do anything to make her his own, an obsession he hadn't quite realized had taken root within him. She was more than just a person to him; she had become a resident of his mind and the keeper of his heart.

"Sir, it's time for your next experiment," his secretary's voice broke through his reverie.

He snapped back to reality, rising from his seat to follow his secretary. Before leaving, he turned for one last glance at the towering picture of her on his wall. A smirk played across his lips.

"Soon... You will be mine... It's been far too long... I can't bear to be away from you any longer, my love...

Y/N."

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Y/n. Another crisis?? Will Jungkook and y/n be able to overcome it? Or it will break them apart? Stay updated to know the answer.

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Someone please inform Taehyung about the dress code before going somewhere!!😭😭😭