The first thing she noticed was the noise. 

It was pounding, like bass through speakers, causing her brain to rattle in her skull. She wished for the ability to close her ears like she could her eyes.

If it weren't for her come down, she wouldn't have even noticed the almost silent hum of the city slowly waking up from outside the window.

A soft groan escaped her lips as she rolled over, trying to protect her eyes from the light that was seeping in through the window, gathering the sheets closer to her cold body. She could feel the breeze on her exposed shoulder and was thoroughly annoyed with herself for leaving her window open last night. It was unlike her to have the window open full stop; she liked the warm too much.

Sliding her hand underneath the pillows, she began to search for her phone, knowing she must have left it there last night. It was always where she left it; except for the fact she hadn't last night. But she couldn't remember that.

She couldn't remember a thing. That was the third irregularity that made her sit bolt upright, head whirling with vertigo.

"The fuck..." she groaned sleepily as her eyes began to slowly welcome her back into the world. The room was familiar, one that she'd been in before, but definitely not her own. Her dress was folded neatly on the dresser, shoes chucked by the door, and she had instead gained a khaki green t-shirt that fit her like a dress.

She noticed a rustle from the corner of the room, and sure enough, there Jungkook was, asleep in his armchair. He had his knees to his chin, feet resting on the seat, and looked more comfortable then most people would have done in the same position.

"Kook?" Hana grumbled quietly, still half asleep. He didn't stir, so she tried again, louder this time. Her throat felt like the Sahara.

He jumped suddenly, feet coming to the floor in a state of surprise. His expression was tense, panicked, until his eyes rested on Hana, and he sighed with relief.

"How are you feeling?" He asked before she even got the chance to ask why she was in his bed.

"Uh, fuzzy," she nodded. Jungkook picked up the water bottle that had been resting beside his chair and took it over to Hana, perching on the side of the bed, careful to not get too close. She accepted it gratefully and began to refuel herself. "Fuck, I love water," she smiled. "What's the time?"

Jungkook checked his wristwatch. It was expensive, cogs exposed as it worked meticulously to keep time turning. How expensive, Hana didn't even want to imagine. It looked like it cost more than the accumulation of everything she had ever purchased. "6:15. You've been out cold for about 4 hours."

There was a genuine look of concern on Jungkook's face, and Hana couldn't ignore it. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" He laughed.

"Like you feel sorry for me," she narrowed her eyes. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know how she ended up in his bed. His gentle sigh only exaggerated this.

"I don't. I'm just sorry for what happened last night."

"What happened? Where's Jimin?" she blurted out, having only just remembered that she had gone out with him.

"Nothing, he's fine," Jungkook promised. He knew this for a fact. He had got Jin to check. "You don't remember anything, do you?"

She shook her head, scared now. He could see her eyes becoming rounder, more nervous than he had ever seen her. "Tell me what happened."

"You were roofied," Jungkook spoke clearly and directly. Hana's stomach flipped. "I got to you literally a few minutes from disaster, I think."

"Disaster?"

Jungkook regretted his choice of words. It made the situation seem far worse than it was. Admittedly, if he hadn't have been there, then it would have been a disaster. But it didn't matter because he was there. He had a heavy feeling in his chest that no matter what the circumstance was, he would always be there for her.

"No, not disaster," Jungkook corrected himself, his lips faintly smiling to reassure her. "I was just in the right place at the right time."

Hana nodded, pouting slightly. "I don't remember a thing."

"That's Rohypnol for you," Jungkook grimaced, the smile faded from his lips. He got to his feet and walked to the window, leaning his palms flat on the ledge, looking out. The view was shitty, but it beat looking at Hana and having to imagine what would have happened to her if he hadn't been there.

Unusually for him, he didn't really have a plan for what to do after he found Hana. They had been in his neck of the woods, so it didn't take too long for him to walk her back to his, which felt like the safest place he knew. He didn't know where she lived and didn't really fancy stepping foot into Dal Pa territory with their drugged princess. That wouldn't have looked good at all.

By the time he'd managed to fumble to get his door unlocked - which was more challenging than you'd expect, carrying another human being - Jin was already waiting in the lounge.

He watched Jungkook carry Hana as if she were a butterfly, fragile and delicate, into his room. There was no urgency to his movements, so it was clear she wasn't in trouble, but Jin was confused nonetheless.

He got up slowly and followed his young friend, leaning against the doorframe as Jungkook unlaced her boots.

"So?" Was all Jin needed to ask. His face was neutral, non-judgemental. Jungkook looked up at him, brows knitted with anxiety. Jin had never seen him like this before.

"She's been roofied," his focus turned back to Hana's shoes, fingers weaving through the laces. He paused, reaching into his back pocket and tossing Jin the wallet. He caught it with ease. "That's the fucker who did it."

Jin studied the identification card that had been sitting neatly in it, memorising the details. He could feel the anger radiating from Jungkook's body and knew how badly he was hurting.

"Did he-"

"No," Jungkook didn't let Jin finish his sentence, not wanting the mental images. "I made her throw everything up, and she passed out pretty much straight after, so hopefully it shouldn't keep her out for too long."

Jin nodded as Jungkook tossed Hana's shoes by the dresser and rested her feet on his lap. His thumb grazed over the crescent moon tattooed on her ankle. It was painful, the way it made him feel. Torturous. He looked back up at Jin helplessly.

"You've always had an Icarus complex, kid," Jin warned. His tone was cold, but he meant it with all the softness in the world. Jungkook knew this. "But I fear you're flying too close to the sun, Jungkook."

"Guess I'm gonna get burned then, aren't I?"

Jin smiled warmly. It was comments like this that reminded him how young Jungkook was and just how naive he could be. "Icarus didn't burn. The wax in his wings melted, and he fell to his death."

Jungkook let out a sad little laugh and rested his eyes back down on Hana's Pa indicator.

"Is that why they call it 'falling' for someone?" Jungkook tried to joke, but he felt defeated. It was gonna end in tears, and he knew it.

"Are you?" Jin questioned earnestly. "Are you falling for her?"

It was a question that he had grappled with himself. Hana was everything that he was hardwired to hate. She was domineering, intelligent and, worst of all, Dal Pa. But she was also unbearably endearing, challenged him, and made him feel emotions that he didn't know he was capable of.

Jungkook just sighed and nodded. If he was honest with himself, he wanted to yell about his feelings for Hana from the top of the high-rise building he was in, but he was too scared that someone might hear him.

"Have her out of here by morning. I'll deal with Tae and Hobi when they get home," Jin instructed him, protector mode on. He was watching history repeat itself, and he didn't know what the right course of action was. To tear Jungkook from Hana would be to subject him to the same cruel reality that he had lived through. "Kook?"

"Mhmm," he murmured, rummaging through his drawers to find her something comfortable to sleep in.

"Two weeks."

Jungkook paused what he was doing and looked up at Jin. He didn't recognise the tone of voice. He was surprised to see the warmth in Jin's cheeks had turned cold. "Two weeks?"

"Two weeks and then you cut it off."

The room was silent. Jungkook knew better than to defy Jin. He didn't lead them just for the shits and giggles. He was powerful.

Jungkook moved his mouth to talk, but Jin spoke before he could. "We've all made sacrifices to be where we are. Consider this yours."

"Jin-"

"No. I've let this go on for long enough. You're gonna get us all killed."

"I'm no-"

"Enough," Jin snapped. It had been a while since Jungkook had been disciplined, but it stung just as much as it did when he was a boy. "It's not up for debate. End things or I will."