Obsessed?

"No one is that kind, Yena. Unless you're Epicurus, someone will always want something out of you."

Jungkook shifts his body a little, and the surging blood begins to flow. He groans slightly, teeth showing under the dim light of the house.

"I'm a nurse. And all I do is to help people— whether they are obsessive jerks or not." I merely answer, compressing tighter against his skin.

I lean over his shoulder to grab a bandage, but Jungkook had other plans. He pins me strongly against his bare, bruised chest, embracing me tightly.

"What are you-

"Shut up. I'm healing." He says as he hugs me.

Silence poured over the grey skies and the roaring rain. The two of us stayed like this for a while, before I decided to shoot quiet questions.

"How did you end up like that?" I ask, curious.

With that, Jungkook pulls away, his eyes  in a flare. He stared at me like an unfinished game; he didn't know where to start.

"Runaways." He starts. "They raid the store time to time."

Runaways? Raid? I was getting confused. And he seems to notice.

"Runaways are scruffy kids that run away from their homes, for whatever reason. They have gatherings and raid stores in that area for money and resources." Jungkook explains softly.

"And they did this to you?" I gestured at his wounds.

"Bingo." He turns to the side, averting his gaze from me.

"Then how did you end up on my street...?" I ask, prying for more answers.

Jungkook seems to stare at me for a moment, before looking away, a slight flush in his ear.

"Not answering. Next." He takes a roll of bandage, and starts to do D-I-Y first-aid on himself. I raise a brow.

"Final question." I sigh. "Why don't you seek medical help in the hospital?"

The boy's eyes fluttered shut, as soon as he hears of it. "I have my reasons." He simply answers, before pulling the bandage tight with his teeth.

Looking closely at him, he was actually so...so perfect. Impossibly perfect. The slightly blue tinted lights in the house seem to emphasize his features, which all the more made him seem otherworldly.

"You can stay here until you recover." I offered, but he shakes his head in rejection.

"As much as I want to know more about my ring bearer, I don't know how capable I am to hold back." He simply grinned, getting up slowly from the floor.

"We don't want to be making any babies, are we?"

Immediately at his statement, my cheeks flushed an apparent beet red. He notices and shoots me another playful smirk, turning to the door.

"Wait." I tug on his sleeve. "Before you go, remove the ring."

His face darkens at my statement. His eyes, which were a soft hue, were now a hunting predator.

"I can't. You're my ring bearer, and my significant other. Removing it forcefully means ending both of our lives." Jungkook answers rather coldly. "Thee who is chosen by the ring, shall be chosen by thee." He recites.

And as he gazes fondly into my eyes, I'm reminded of a hazy image. But I couldn't make something out of it.

"See you." He grabs my hand, writing something on my palm. "Yena."

And when I trace back his words, I realise what he wrote.

"At nine." I read.

See you at nine.

_________________________________________

So at nine was when I reached the store the next morning.

Before I could turn the knob, I hear the radio statics buzzing through the muted sounds of the toy machines. I couldn't get used to the messy aesthetic that was the game store, neither could I fathom the people behind it.

The moment I opened the door, my eyes meet with an unfamiliar— but gorgeous face. He greets me with silent enthusiasm. "Welcome." He says, as he takes a sip of what seems to be a green liquid, in an over-exaggerated CV Halloween jar.

"I'm looking for Jungkook....?" I mention, and his eyes lit up.

"Ah, the neon yellow bunny. He's right at the basement, would you mind heading there yourself?" He smiles, dimples popping in a cutely manner.

Neon yellow? Bunny? "..Sure..." I answer, turning to the crusty, graffitied door before it swung in my face.

"Neon yellow's ready! Namjoon, why don't you start the game?" Jimin appears from behind the door, eyes crinkling in a smile.

As I observed closely, they were holding their phones with a flashy application on screen. It seems to be a shooting game, but with paint.

"Oh?" Jimin realises my presence. "You're here!"

He immediately quits the game, putting the phone aside. Before he turned it off, my eyes spotted a player named 'Neon Yellow Bunny'.

"Is Jungkook known as neon yellow bunny here?" I ask. Jimin blinks a few times before processing my answer.

"He's known as neon yellow bunny in every game. He's often the top player in the entire server, a somewhat useless talent that he has." Jimin explains, chuckling slightly.

"I can hear you!" A voice sounded from below the basement.

I roll my eyes. "So much for being injured."

Suddenly, the whole place seems to be dead silent at my words.

"Yena....you know about last night?" Jimin asks quietly.

"I do. Am I not supposed to?" I answer, and Jimin exchanged looks with the other man.

"You see...."

"Jungkook sacrificed himself to protect you from the runaways."

A/N: I hope you stay safe and drink lots of water ok? I'll be updating this more.