June 3,2019 1:30 A.M
Monday

(Y/N) opened her sunken and glassy eyes.

Unaware of what occurred that led her to this moment, (Y/N) shivered in fear. Her skin grew colder and paler as the temperature dropped below freezing point; she could see the warmth of her breath colliding with the cold air, patches of her skin turning blue and green, and lips so chapped it began to crack and bleed.

Then, realization hit her.

She's going to die.

The memories of being chained, battered, starved, taken advantage of her body, and deprivation of sleep snapped her back to this reality she called hell. (Y/N)'s delicate hands, slender and shattered from the constant tug of the chains that bounded her against the wall, moves yet again in hopes that she could break it.

But it's hopeless.

Months spent in this filthy hole, in the middle of nowhere, slowly being broken, death was all she hoped for. She thought death is a release, but now as her time is really at its peak, her breathing became unstable; the female felt suffocated, the same way if she was being choked to death but not quickly— only slowly. She didn't want to accept her impending doom.

She struggled against the firm chains gripping her wrists and ankles, only to receive another tug. She's willing to do anything, as she really had nothing to loose— her mind is clouded by fear, and her body went limp.

She cried loudly, but no one can hear.

Except for him.

(Y/N)'s cries got louder and louder. When she opened her mouth to speak, the words come in into a whole jumble, the sounds half swallowed by sobbing noises.

"Please don't do this to me," she pleaded. "I thought that you loved me! Please! Don't kill me! Please!"

"PLEASE!" (Y/N) awakens from her deep and terrifying slumber, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing.

'Nightmare. It's just a nightmare. I thought this would stop. It already stopped before, why did it freaking come back?! Why does memories keep coming back?!'

With her face soaked in sweat, (Y/N) used the sleeve of her shirt to wipe it off. Her heart beats fast and there is this buzzing in her brain, low and painful, as it kept throbbing. (Y/N) remained on the floor; she pulls her hands around her knees, hugging them so close that they dig into her chest. All she hears is her own breathing, a sound that brought life in these eerily quiet hall. Now with every intake, (Y/N) feels an invisible rope around her neck grow tighter and the hall, the house, everything are all furthering away.

"(Y/N)?" She recognizes that voice.

Hoseok trudges towards her. He looked as tired as her, with bags building underneath the socket of his eye.

"What are you doing here so late at night? Are you okay? You're sweating a lot and... and crying?" The purple eyed male cupped his hands at each side of her cheeks. "I know that you might be stressed, but please—"

"Hoseok—"

"Hobi," he corrected.

"Hobi," (Y/N) sniffs her runny nose, "I just got a nightmare. And I'm sleeping here because Yoongi is currently at my bed."

"Ahhh already?"

"What do you mean already?" (Y/N) asked curiously.

"Yoongi randomly goes to our room all the time. He does that because he said our scents gives him warmth and comfort when he's sleeping," Hoseok explains, earning a nod from (Y/N). "You see... he can't sleep easily, that's why he needs those."

"Oh..." (Y/N) found it odd that Yoongi found her scent appealing... she guess? She pushes that thought aside and asked Hoseok, "how about you? Why are you up so late?"

"I just got back from work," he finally released his large hands that cupped her cheeks and exhaled.

"Do you need anything? Tea to help you fall asleep?"

"No I'm fine. You're the one who needs tea and water," Hoseok chuckles as he pinched (Y/N)'s nose. The female yelped, saying the ocasional "ow ow ow!" while tapping Hoseok's hands to urge him to let go. "Alright I'll get you off my tail now. Go get some tea in the kitchen, I think I heard Jungkook getting his late night snack again so he could help you navigate through the cabinets. That boy knows that place like it's the back of his hand."

'Jungkook? Why does that name sounds oddly familiar again?!' (Y/N) nodded and said her goodnights before walking towards the kitchen.

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'Oh my god it is Jungkook from the ball.'

(Y/N) observes him from the kitchen door, watching the way he bit the apple; if he could open his mouth any wider, he would've eaten that fruit in one bite. She recognized those bunny teeth, brown bouncy hair, sparkling hazel eyes, and lastly, the amount of appetite this male possess.

He caught a piece of cake, sliding it to his plate and devoured it in a mere of seconds. He eyed the champagne in the counter, already opened, and gulped each ounce like it was already the end of the world.

Oh he's not done yet.

Licking his fleshy red lips, Jungkook grabbed a handful of chips in the bag while his mind pondered if he should make a full course meal at this time of hour.

'How is he not fat???' (Y/N) wonders at awe.

Jungkook grabbed a pan from one of the shelves, drizzling it with just the right amount of butter; then he opens the double-door fridge to fetch kimchi. He grabs a handful, squeezing the juice out in a nearby bowl; after that he chopped the rest while diving half of a large onion and threw it to the pan with precise.

'What is he cooking?' she thought.

Jungkook gathers the chopped kimchi as well as a couple of servings of rice, mixing it to the butter and onion. To top it off, he added teaspoons of hot sesame oil to bring spice and soy sauce.

The bunny jumps from giddy, enjoying the scent of the meal he's preparing.

'Ahh he's cooking kimchi fried rice.' (Y/N)'s stomachs grumbled at the thought of the fire and tangy taste of kimchi that are mellowed out with butter blended with the sesame oil and soy sauce and—

The female was dazing off so far from reality that she didn't notice that Jungkook was already staring at her.

"May I help you?" His voice snapped (Y/N) out into reality.

The female jolted up, loosing her balance. Face hitting first, (Y/N) grunted as she rubs her nose.

Jungkook let out a small chuckle before helping her up to her feet.

"New face... oh! You must be the new assistant! Great timing, I'm just cooking something."

"I was just about to get some tea, no need," she nervously chuckles, still embarrassed that she fell. "You should eat, I'm not hungr—"

Her stomach grumbles out loud. 'Oh my dear stomach, why must you be so loud?! You're. Not. Freaking. Helping. Me!'

"Well that's telling me other wise." He smiled warmly. "Come sit down, please."

"If I really can't say no, I should help you too!" She smiles back. Jungkook's eyes sparkled, delighted from her words.

(Y/N) searches for one specific ingredient from the shelves. "Ah!" She exclaims joyfully.

"I didn't even know that we had Spam..." Jungkook trails as he sees the wonder of a cheap substance lying in his precious space, the kitchen. "Spam? In this dish?"

"Spam is a hit or miss for people. It's fine if you don't want to add it."

"Oh no, I'm willing to try anything!"

The female diced the canned meat and blended it with the dish. Jungkook pulled out 2 plates and served the steaming meal in front of them. Bunny boy popped a small bite, savoring the salt and fat of spam bouncing at tip of his tongue as it blended with the sourness kimchi and the sweet vanilla taste of the butter; it created a sensation that somehow gave him chills. 

"Wow, this is really good," he hums in satisfaction.

"Yeah, my mom always adds spam. I guess I can't eat kimchi fried rice without spam anymore..."

"Interesting."

(Y/N) chuckles. "All I did was add spam, no biggie." (Y/N) checks her watch in her wrists. "Oh gosh, it's already 2 am in the morning! Yoongi hasn't gotten out of my bed yet!"

"Yoongi hyung?"

"Yes him." (Y/N) took her last bite.

She quickly washes her plate and glances at Jungkook who's barely finishing his meal. When the boy finished, (Y/N) was about to grab his plate, but their hands somehow touched, shocking them both from their body's electricity. "Ow!" Both said in unison.

Dropping the plate to the ground, shattering the plate into pieces, (Y/N)'s first instinct was her body to shoot down to grab the pieces without thinking.

"No, don't!"

Too late.

She accidentally cut herself from the sharp object.

"Of course I cut myself," she muttered to herself.

"Ahh you dummy."

Jungkook laid his hands against hers, observing the cut in her fingers. It wasn't too deep, but it stings like hell.

As soon as he took his attention off (Y/N)'s bleeding finger, he interlocked his eyes with her's. She looks familiar, she feels familiar. The fresh (e/c) color swirled into specks of glitters; as he stared he could feel himself become hypnotized the colors. The male gulped a saliva down his dry throat, unable to retract his eyes away from her's.

"I-I have bandaids. I have it in-in my counter because I cut myself sometimes on accident," his speech stutters from sudden nervousness.

Jungkook averted his longing stare and rushes to get the bandaids from the drawers. He opens the pack of bandaids and took one out, placing it around the cut in (Y/N)'s fingers.

Slowly, he held (Y/N)'s fingers close to his lips and gave a quick peck. "My mom said that if you kiss a wound, it'll heal."

"That's..." why is (Y/N) becoming so breathless? "...very sweet— really sweet."

"Well, you gotta get going and take Yoongi hyung off your bed. Tomorrow might be a hectic schedule— what's your name again?"

"It's (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)."

'(Y/N)? N-Noona?'

The female politely bowed her head and went on her way before Jungkook could even say what he wanted to say. 'I'm glad that there's another owner who's good.' (Y/N) thought to herself. Her heart became light and felt at ease throughout the entire night.

Jungkook held the hand he touched (Y/N)'s wound with...

"Her blood smells sweet," Jungkook smiled.

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