"When I only saw the dark,
You brought me light."

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[Y/N POV]

Jungkook swiftly drove the car and we reached my place within half an hour. He opened the car door for me. Well this attitude of him towards me was very new, I felt like a princess to be honest, stepping outside with her prince's hand waiting to hold mine while walking along the red carpet of grass with smiles plastered on our faces. But the difference here was that he certainly was the prince but I wasn't his princess- we were like two strangers forced to live together. We wanted to say a lot of things to each other but were in a lack of words, we were in a lack of time. Moreover, I didn't know what he felt about me yet.

So many incidents happened in these two months. I couldn't even count how many shocking things we both have witnessed and perhaps more unexpected twists and turns are ahead of our way.

"Y/N? You ok? Is your hand paining a lot? Should we call a doctor?" He finally asked about the wound on my hand, after glancing at it for at least a hundred times, when we were in the car. I quickly hid it behind my back to not make him worried. Moreover, it was a deep cut but not so deep that it needed a doctor's assistance, I'm pretty sure it'll be cured after putting on some bandages and ointment. I've suffered deeper cuts and injuries than this.

"Yes, I'm fine. No need to call a doctor. Let's get inside, it's cold."

I opened the door with the password and we entered inside. He was checking each and every detail of my little home like a small kid visiting an alien place. He really did look like a little lost soul with sadness visible in his eyes. I realised maybe it was because of Sara. I understand the pain of losing someone close, so very close to your heart because I have lost many of them.

"Your house is so cute! It must be so comfortable in here." He exclaimed sitting on the couch, bringing me back to Earth. Sometimes, I'm surprised he's a twenty four year grown guy, his actions say otherwise.

Cute.

"Hm. It indeed is quite good in here. Sorry, but I only have a single room, you can wash up in my bathroom. There are some of my brother's clothes in the wardrobe, feel free to take any of them." I gave a small smile explaining to him whilst scratching my back due to awkwardness.

Even though we're living together for almost two months now, still it's pretty awkward for us to have a comfortable chat, we still have a long way to go. Moreover, it's his first in my house obviously it makes me kind of concerned because this guy right here lives in luxury, his day starts with a cup of apple juice and ends with a glass of expensive wine. Good Lord! Even his wine bottles reside in a luxury room. The way he talks, screams royalty. Compared to him, my lifestyle is like a beggar. Coming to this place made me realize where I hail from and we both perhaps, are standing close to each other, but are metaphorically so, so far away.

Did he pretend to like my home, just to be nice?
Hell yes!

After all, I'm so low according to his standards. Perhaps, that is one of the reasons, that he doesn't like me. It surely is.

"Y/N." He softly called out my name, as I was in deep thought for good two minutes.

"Hm?" I asked turning my head towards him, he stood there awkwardly.

"I'm fine with it but you should go first, I'll wait." He gave a genuine smile of assurance.

Was I being skeptical?

Fuck it. I should lighten the mood, I already have a lot on my plate let alone waste my precious time, wondering about such things. The clock on my neck is moving backwards, time is less and my life depends on your survival, Jeon Jungkook.

"Don't act like a mature boyfriend! You're the one who puked, it stinks you know." With a deep sigh coming out of my mouth, I mocked him to feel a little light-headed myself. He got embarrassed at my statement. Naturally, his instincts were dashi run, run, run! He ran away towards my room.

"Gotta go!" He spoke sprinting in that small area.

[JUNGKOOK POV]

This woman never leaves a chance to mock me.

She's...impressive.

I hurriedly entered her room and man! I was really impressed by the way her room was designed to be super modest, I slowed down on my steps to have a clear view of a simple yet beautiful room, it dazzled with a mature vibe. The colours of black, violet and cream of the designer wardrobe. The walls were cream in colour radiating positive energy.

Her room had the sweet cocoa butter smell of body lotions. I saw there was a big mirror in which my whole figure from top to bottom was visible and near the mirror there were posters. I didn't notice them clearly until I saw the black and white picture of myself, I turn on the small light near the pictures to have a clear look and it really was me.

She really does love BTS a lot. The way the members' posters were so aesthetically put on the wall, was pleasing to one's eye, it clearly flaunted a very decent style. She even had a small artificial plant above the pictures. I looked closer and yes! There were even song names stuck to the wall with love and care. I think it's quite tough to imagine a woman like her, possessing so much maturity and a bundle of work leaving no time for her to breathe, collecting these photo cards and albums.

I smiled looking at the beauty of her room and soon had a quick bath. I opened the wardrobe to look for clothes and I noticed even her wardrobe was so perfectly managed. The pants, suits, and daily wear were arranged according to colour and the blazers matching with pants and bags were hung on the hangers.

"Her office wear is suit I guess. God! her wardrobe is so clean unlike mine which is a whole Bermuda Triangle- one thing which goes in can never be found again!" I announced getting into self-realisation mode and instantly closed the wardrobe after getting some of her brother's clothes which fit perfectly on me.

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[Y/N POV]

While Jungkook was having a bath, I took out the first-aid kit from the drawer in the kitchen to dress up my wound.

"He'll be taking almost an hour to wash up, I can do my work till then."

I removed my white top which was stained with drops of blood. I was only in my innerwear and my black jeans. There was a cut on my shoulder which I noticed only now, when I saw the blood.

I took the alcoholic antiseptic on the cotton ball and was about to rub it on the injured area when the most embarrassing, unexpected, unimaginable situation occurred. Jungkook was standing in front of me with his mouth flung open, I can make out his vitals almost stopped working while staring at me.

My eyes widened in shock and the cotton ball fell from my hands as a reflex.

"The heck are you doing? Turn around and close your eyes pervert!" I shouted covering myself.

It ain't like I'm shy but this was hell awkward and mortifying. Moreover, he didn't say anything he just stared directly at me, it was scary to some point. He started approaching towards me with big steps. At this point, I was getting creeps at his unusual behaviour.

Did he hit his head while bathing?

"Sit." He ordered, his voice suddenly pulling off a whole hundred and eight degrees flip, the deep voice-activated, unlike the usual calm and soothing one.

"Get out!"

He didn't let me speak a word more, held me by my arms and picked me up, as we pick small babies and made me sit on the kitchen counter and stood in between my legs.

Do I weigh that less or is he extraordinarily strong?

In all senses, I'd support the latter. I wish he'd use this strength to fight, I bet his opponents won't stand a chance against this muscle bunny.

Well, this is hot! Never knew he could be this bold. Until, I realised what he was trying to do, my eyes softened at his gestures. He took another cotton piece and poured some antiseptic on it without removing his gaze from me. It was only then I noticed he was goggling at my wounds, his eyes holding a million emotions but his face as neutral as ever.

"What are you trying to do?" I asked making him halt on his actions.

"Treating a thick-headed girl who appears to be strong but needs utmost protection. So, strong girl shut up and let me help." He answered looking straight into my eyes.

My lips sealed listening to his words, I was in a situation of half crying and half laughing. He was talking with so much maturity that at some point I can't believe he's the same person I know! He is childish but at times he becomes so mature talking like an adult, which truly is unlike him. It makes me feel uneasy, wondering if he's pissed because of something or if something's bothering him.

Duality is truly something.

He applied medicine to the wound on my shoulder and then he unwrapped the white handkerchief turned into dark red colour due to my blood, from my hand. It had a deep cut.

"There's so much blood still oozing out! Do you even have any idea that you might catch an infection at this rate?" He scolded crouching his brows, almost as if he was trying his best to not break down anytime soon in front of me.

I can read him pretty well.

There weren't any words forming in my mind, I just wanted to peacefully adore this moment, I was in lack of words. I looked at him treating me and it felt so good. There was a whole zoo of butterflies roaming in my stomach. The feeling was impeccable.

He slowly applied the ointment and bandaged my hand whilst lightly blowing on it. He kept checking on me if it pains but neither I cried nor winced in pain. It does pain, a lot but it's nothing compared to the bloodless injuries which have broken my heart into pieces.

"My mother said once that blowing on injuries lessen the pain. " He spoke holding my hand softly blowing on it.

"You really believe that?" I chuckled at his childishness.

"I do. Even if doesn't lessen the pain but it gives relief to my mind back then that, if I get injured there would be someone to blow warmth for me. It made me happy." He caressed my knuckles explaining further with a cute little smile making me wonder if it even works. Perhaps, I'm just too blank to feel such emotions.

"Really? Sorry but I don't feel happiness or maybe I'm too empty to feel it." I looked down playing with my fingers.

He crouched his brows in confusion but didn't ask anything perhaps, not make things even more awful between us. He ignored the topic and started to look for something to cut the white gauze and then I saw something which made my worst nightmare appear in front of my eyes.

The scissors.

No way.

I can't lose my mind looking at this thing. Min Y/N get a hold of yourselves! It's been years already! It ain't going to happen ever again, you're strong, yes I'm... I'm strong.

It's alright.

It's going to be fine.

As the thing was slowly coming near me, the horrendous memories yet again surrounded my mind, I've lost the ability to think rationally, my subconscious is going crazy now. This one thing makes me lose my mind.

Shit! I can't keep calm.

"D-don't do that p-please! I- I beg you please leave. No!" My breath hitched and it became difficult to breathe, as a reflex I threw the scissors in his hands far, very far away from me, it was such a strong reflex the object collided with the wall and broke into two pieces.

I felt so scared of them. My hands were shaking so much, I held my hair in frustration pulling out my hair like a lunatic. This was like a hellish torture to me, I don't wish that thing to happen again!

Jungkook did try to say something to me, but for a couple of minutes I was lost in my trauma, and I was unable to hear anything. All I can hear were the mocking laughs of the people.

"Y/N! Listen to me! See there's nothing here, I'm not doing anything. Don't panic! It'll worsen your wound!" He shaked me by my shoulders to bring me back to my senses.

Alas! Nothing works outs for me as soon as I see that thing.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" A cry of horror left from my mouth. He didn't say anything for some time, his hands slowly left my shoulders. I know I just appeared like a lunatic creature.

Will he hate me even more now?

[A/N POV]

Jungkook got worried at her sudden change in behaviour, the bold and powerful  Y/N was so frightened. She was shouting, to be precise, she was begging someone to stop.

What the hell happened with her that's she this traumatized? He thought.

That's when realisation hit him, that her brother told him that she fears scissors to death. Even the occurrence of the metallic object has the capability to make her lose her mind for some time, it becomes hard for her to breathe.

'Crap! I forget that!Her wound's getting worse.' He internally cursed himself.

Steadily he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and took her in his embrace, tightly to help her calm down, he could hear her long breaths. After some minutes she finally loosened up a bit, this was the first time he saw her this weak, this miserable, this vulnerable.

The sudden urge to break the jaw of the person who gave her that trauma ignited inside him. He clenched his palms into fists so tight, that his knuckles turned white and nails dug inside his skin.

What should I do to take away your misery? He thought deeply.

He wanted to know what was the reason for her behaving like this but he believed this might not be the right time to interrogate her, considering her state. So, he preferred to stay quiet.

"I- I'm sorry. Please keep those away from me." She stuttered breaking the bear hug, unable to maintain eye contact with him.

Is she that scared? He wondered.

Nobody spoke anything for the past fifteen minutes, Jungkook was looking for words to speak and Y/N wasn't in a state to start a conversation.

Finally, after a long silence, she felt a rush of oxygen in her lungs. She tried her best to calm down as she didn't wish to make him worried anymore. She knows he's already gloomy.

He didn't say anything but just nodded looking at her. Maybe he was figuring words to speak, he came even near her than they were before. Now this position was deadly. She might blast out because of these butterflies playing volleyball inside her stomach. He softly caressed her cheeks as if she was the most vulnerable being he's ever seen and asked her for permission. She slowly looked into his doe eyes, which tried to convey millions of emotions that he probably couldn't speak out loud.

"Can I?"

That's when reality struck her apart. He was asking permission for treating the wound near her lips. It was considerate of him to ask her so that she doesn't feel uncomfortable.

"S-sure."

He slowly and carefully applied some ointment near her lips and gave her a sweater to wear, which he had most probably found previously in her wardrobe.

"Here, I brought this for you to wear." He spoke in the softest tone she has ever heard him speak to her in such a way.

"Thank you."

She opened the folded brown sweater and started to wear it but it was paining in her hand. She didn't want the atmosphere between them to get any more awful, so despite the pain, she tried to wear the sweater.

Jungkook noticed her struggling to wear it. So, he carefully helped her out without making any weird physical touch. She admired how he was more focused on her injuries than her body, one of the reasons to love him even more.

He behaved like a jerk at first, but still, he cared somewhere in his heart. Even now, he was making sure I don't feel uncomfortable with his touch. I could sense an ocean of purity in his actions.

"Ouch!" She hissed while rubbing her eyes, making them redden.

"What happened?" He questioned.

"Something got inside my eye." She answered, still rubbing her eyes.

"Hey don't rub your eyes. It would get worse! Wait." He cupped her face with his hand and blew on her right eye making her ponder,

His mother was right, it does feel warm. It feels good. This is a new feeling which I can't recognise, it's very beautiful.

She held his warm hand closer to her cheeks, she craved for that warmth.

After a few minutes they parted and there was an eerie silence for some seconds, until she noticed a singleton tear drop from his eyes. His eyes glistened with wetness from the warm salty liquid making her worried.

"Why are you crying? Does it pain in your abdomen? I'm sorry I forgot to treat that." She asked as she just remembered he too got a few hits before.

"No, it doesn't pain anywhere." He licked the dryness of his lips.

"Then?"

"I'm so sorry. You got so many injuries because of me, I'm such a coward! I couldn't p-protect you! I-" He sobbed, guilt visible on his face, his nose and cheeks turned to pinkish colour.

"Shh... You're not a coward, you're brave. So very brave! Do you know normally people would run away leaving others behind in that deadly situation? But you not only stayed, but even fought for me. You're very courageous. Not many people could understand the value of platinum amongst buying gold. They believe gold is the best because it's shiny, but no one wonders platinum is more costly. That platinum is you! You might not shine like gold but you're costlier and outshine gold at times." She rubbed his tears with her thumb, softly speaking motivating words to this kind-hearted person.

"I'm sorry, even Sara, m-my sister..." He choked in his sobs thinking about the girl who was like a younger sister to him. The guilt of not being able to save her was eating him up from inside.

"She's very happy to have the best time of her life with her caring brother. Wherever she is, I know she's smiling happily seeing you succeed, reach your goals and be the person you always aspired to be.." Y/N caressed his cheeks.
He smiled a little amongst a pool of pearly white tears.

"Will you forgive me, please?" He genuinely apologized.

"Will you stop asking me for forgiveness when I already forgave you? Stop crying and tell me what you want to eat?" She asked smoothly changing the topic.

"It's past three in the morning, aren't you feeling sleepy?" He glanced over the clock on the wall and reminded her of the time.

"I'm hungry." She sighed moving her legs like a kid sitting on the platform, it would be a lie if he say he didn't find it cute and so he gave in.

"Fine, then let's have instant noodles, they'll be cooked really fast."

"Good idea, I'll cook them." She announced getting off the platform she was sitting on.

"I'll cook. Sit on the chair, you need rest." He spoke towering over her figure.

"Sometimes, I'm shocked by your sudden burst of hormones from cute to all manly. I like that!" Y/N declared with a pinkish tint evident on her pale face,  making him smile at her words. Things were getting a bit smooth between them. They weren't uncomfortable with each other. Moreover, he didn't ask her about her behaviour earlier, which she was grateful for because he was giving her time to get opened up with him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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