A mere stripping stumbling while crossing the road as he walked without taking any glance at the traffic lights.

His clothes were grubby while he remembered the miserable past he went through a few days ago. How his father and mother were killed lamentably in front of his eyes while he was hiding himself under the dining table, obeying her mother's sayings, "Don't come out of here. Okay? Mom will be back." His mother whispered, hiding her son under the dining table, but herself was terrified with the gunshots she was hearing from outside the house.

The child nodded, hindering both of his ears hearing gunshots. His mother and his father was shot to death in front of his eyes but he couldn't see the face of the murderer who killed his parents, watching his parents dying in front of his eyes.

The stripping was crying watching his parents lying in the pool of blood, the homicides set their foot out of the house as the child ran to her mother trying to wake her up but silence was the only thing heard other than the child's weeping.

The stupor of the mere child was cut off when he heard a car honk while the lights of the car flashed in front of his eyes, as he tightly shut his eyes before the car hit him.

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Jungkook opened his eyes as his breathings were uneven as he could feel the dampness all over his forehead, drops of perspiration.

He let in his surroundings as he sat on the floor while the things were scattered around him. Sensing something was in his hold, his eyes gazed at your bracelet which he has been holding tightly while having a nightmare about his childhood.

Jungkook slept on the floor while being seated there. He straightened his back, propping his lower arm on his knees. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, feeling a headache. Ignoring the pain he opened his eyes before raising his feet as he placed your bracelet on the vanity on the way out of the room.

It was still inky outside while lights of the hallways were turning on by sensing someone is walking through.

Jungkook stood in front of the door of your room. He placed his palm on the knob of the door biting onto his lower lip, blankly staring at the door, fighting with his inner self if he should go inside or not.

But still, he twitched the knob left as the door clicked open. His eyes were met with Amber rays radiating from the lamps conquering the room as they were switched on since last night, his eyes discerned your physique who was in her slumber on the floor while resting your lower arm on your knees and placing your head over them.

Jungkook crouched down beside your figure as his orbs gazed at your visage with guilt and agony in his eyes. His hand stretched out to caress your tresses falling over your face. He traced your tresses with the middle finger of his left hand. He was feeling nothing but your presence. It was enough for him to know that you are safe and sound with him.

His finger traced the helix of your ear while tucking your tresses behind. Retreating his hand back he stood up before sauntering towards the mattress and picking up the comforter and sauntered back to you as he placed the comforter over your back and neck. Crouching down again with one of his knees touching the floor, he tucked the duvet around your arms.

You grasped onto the duvet while being in your slumber with your fingers, feeling warm and cozy. Unconsciously, you got a hold onto his fingers making Jungkook look at you and then at your hand.

Pulling him close to yourself, you placed your head over his hand, snuggling your face close as he could feel your mellow skin against the back of his hand. Confused eyes soon turned into serene ones while he gazed at your movements as his eyebrows rested calmly on his forehead.

Nobody knew that his heart was that soft because it only belonged to you and only he knew for how long he has been enduring this pain of living away from you.

A smile would appear on his face whenever he used to talk to you on video calls and phone calls but none of this is kept secret from Namjoon. He knows there is a soft place for you in Jungkook's heart since the beginning but Jungkook didn't have any courage to tell you as well as you were Mr. Lee's daughter, this was just a cherry on the top.

He didn't ever thought that Mr. Lee, himself would ask him to marry you but not like how it all happened. Staring at your visage, outlining your features with his eyes as he licked his lips, he unwittingly forgot to blink while the meagre amber light was falling over the right part of your face.

He stretched out his hand to caress your face but halted midway, not wanting to wake you up so he tried to get out of your hold. Slipping his hand out of your grip, he scrutinized your visage and for a jiff your eyebrows furrowed, feeling letting go of his hand.

He stood up before cautiously making his way out of the room and shutting the door making his way towards his room but he heard a voice calling him from downstairs, "Jungkook!"

Jungkook looked down from the hallways as he discerned Namjoon and made his way down while Namjoon asked, "You are early today." Namjoon scrutinized Jungkook's appearance who stood midway the staircase, he was donned in the same clothes as yesterday, "You okay?"

Without answering Namjoon's question Jungkook asked, "You were going for a workout?" Most like declaring it. "Thought of playing basketball." Namjoon answered before asking, "Will you join?" Jungkook answered, "I will be back." Namjoon nodded.

Jungkook made his way to his room before freshening himself up by washing his face and brushing his teeth. Donning himself in his baggy shorts and sports jersey, he made his way down to the basketball court.

Jungkook discerned Namjoon practicing basketball as he did a basket. Dribbling the basketball Namjoon passed it to Jungkook as Jungkook tried to basket the ball but missed it.

Taking another chance he threw the ball and made a basket. Namjoon got a hold on the ball, Jungkook asked, "Which basket?" Namjoon said, "Right one." Jungkook nodded as Namjoon threw the ball skywards to start the game.

Having a match, they both scored three. Perspiring heavily, as sweat gushed down their visage while their breaths were uneven, chest rising and falling occasionally.

"Only one." Namjoon said as Jungkook nodded. Tossing the basketball one last time, Jungkook jumped, pushing the ball in his basket's direction within the air while Namjoon rushed behind him not letting him do the basket.

Dribbling the ball Namjoon tried making the basket but Jungkook threw the ball off to the opposite side. Jungkook ran to his own side dribbling the ball as he tossed the basketball to his basket which he missed but the ball was caught by Namjoon.

Jungkook got a hold on the dribbling ball from Namjoon before trying to make a basket another time and he made a basket.

Jungkook breathed heavily while Namjoon balanced his palms on his knees while respiring with his mouth open.

"It was a good match." Namjoon stated while they both walked to drink water. Pouring water over his head, Jungkook ruffled his hair before running his hand through his hair. Namjoon wiggled his head after cascading water over his head and face, combing his hair with his fingers. Drenching his already wet clothes.

They made their way to their respective rooms after Jungkook declared, "Take a look in the office. I will be there." Namjoon said, "I will go and will call you if something is important." Nodding Jungkook strode upstairs.

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The warm tenuous beam of morning sun tincture of amber managed to penetrate through the pane glass of Oriel windows facing you, pricking their way from the fringes of the curtains casting shadows on the floor.

Lustre of the morning sun, relaxed over your mellow skin masking your tresses on the way capturing the blanket along, feeling the warmth you leisurely opened your eyes which were hurting a bit.

Twitching your head towards the window, you immediately by hindering your eyes with the back of your hands to guard yourself with the maize gleam, shutting your eyes.

Once being comfortable, you opened your eyes letting in the surroundings as you discerned the comforter covering your physique. Your eyebrows collided with one another, "Who put this on me?" You thought to yourself as you tried getting up, clutching onto the comforter. You approached the bed, grabbing the glass of water deposited on the bedside table.

Ensconced on the mattress, you gulped down the water and placed the glass back on the bedside table. You gazed at the comforter you were still clutching onto, halfway on the mattress and another half hanging down the bed.

"It must be Mrs. Lucy." You whispered before pulling the comforter all over the bed and sauntering to the restroom to take a bath.

Tying the watch around his wrist, Jungkook made his way to the dining where Mrs. Lucy was placing the breakfast on the dining table. "Good morning, Mr. Jeon." Mrs. Lucy bowed as Jungkook replied, "Good morning."

"I will just call Mrs. Jeon." Mrs. Lucy was about to go when Jungkook interjected, "She will come herself." Mrs. Lucy stared at Jungkook's visage, astonished a bit.

Their head twitched in the direction of the footsteps approaching them as they saw you coming down, raising your steps towards them, "She's here." Jungkook whispered while Mrs. Lucy smiled watching your physique approaching them.

Stepping upon a stair you entered the dining area, Mrs. Lucy bowed to you, "Good morning, Mrs. Jeon." You looked at her, "Good morning." You murmured as you took a swift glance at Jungkook while he had his eyes elsewhere, not you.

You again made yourself comfortable on the last seat of the table opposite to Jungkook while the servants served the food.

Halfway through the breakfast, Jungkook's phone buzzed, gaining your attention but you took a small bite of the dish as you heard him say, "I am coming." You heard the chair scraping against the floor while you glanced at him, watching his physique departing out of the manor.

Your heart felt heavy watching him going away from you but still you buried that emotion in your heart, trying to brushing aside the feeling of distraught and perturbed. Somewhere deep down in your heart, your hatred-self was hindering the love for Jungkook causing these emotions to rise.

Some part of you believed Jungkook was right but what your eyes saw that night was crushing the belief you had in Jungkook, prompting the conflict within yourself. Mrs. Lucy watched you as you placed back the spoon on your plate and went upstairs, "Mrs. Jeon, do care for Mr. Jeon."

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"There is no sadness that lasts for eternity." One stated as another one added, "There is no love that lasts for eternity either."

The first one declared, "I am going to vote that there is." The second one asked, first one answered, "Sad love."