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There was no lights in the room yet the place was illuminated thanks to the number of computer screens and devices present there. A man sat there, a number of codes dancing in a foreign language on one screen. Other screen, in the middle of a heavy loading reached somewhere up to 35 and the other screen playing a few cctv footages.

He munched on his spaghetti with such manners and class no one would believe the otherwise gunk filled that the room. Suga's eyes never moved off the live recording the third screen to his right played.

He watched Maya getting out of the home walking up to the dumpster and dropped the trash she brought along. He was currently keeping eyes on her to keep her out of the danger but he did everything without Jungkook knowing.

Because if you ask who the danger was? It was Jungkook himself and that's whom he was trying to keep Maya protected from. He remembered the night he had a dance with that girl. At first, he felt bad for her. It intrigued him, he questioned himself. Because he never felt bad for anyone. However, feeling that for someone didn't confuse him as much as the feeling of never regretting that dance with her did.

If only, he wished for it to repeat all over again and again and again. He was sure he would still never want for it to stop. When he handed Jungkook the address of the home he didn't know she was moving in there that day. Or else he would have went there himself.

The loading on the second screen to his right reached 74. Jungkook had asked him to bring out the information related to Skyler. Amusingly enough the man had all of information relating to him wiped out of all the sites. Currently the only information available for him was fake. He had to dug deep and crack a few locks to gain access to the classified information.

He hated waiting, but he wished for it to take a few hours which would allow him to admire the girl a little more.

Suga :"That's enough waiting and watching you cry over something you won't have."

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Jungkook and YN got quite close after the amusement park date. For the next two weeks they had several meet ups like today when they went to arcade and pub afterwards. The two had drinks which helped them loosen up.

Enough - to hold hands while walking down the road. She was slightly tipsy as she hopped around the empty street. It was late, not many people were around as he walked behind her calmly with his hands tugged in his jeans pockets. His jacket casually rested on her shoulders keeping her from the cold.

"How come we got so close already? Do you feel the same for me? " He wondered but never had to courage to ask it just yet. He would, one day for sure. But that day was not today.

"YN."

"Huh?" She turned around. A plastic bag lazily hanging Down her hand which Jungkook had to tie to her wrist so she won't lose it. She wanted more beer to take back home.

"Let me drop you home. It's late."

"Aren't you coming home with me? I brought beer for us." She was tipsy, but not enough to not understand the words leaving her lips. It had enough power to slow down his steps and quicken up his heart rate.

As much as he wanted to say no, he saw nothing wrong in that. An opportunity he wouldn't want to miss specially when Hari wasn't home and he didn't have to worry about her.

"Ofcourse." She grinned and the two walked back to her home all the while she was telling him the fairy tales her mother used to read for her when she was a child.

It was his first time ever entering her home. He must have dropped her here a lot of times before, but getting the honor to step inside was new and it bloomed his chest with pride knowing he was succeeding in making her his every passing day.

YN :"Let me get some snacks!" She put his jacket down taking off her shoes and he followed along. He helped her with the snacks while taking a look at the interior. It was modern architecture with a pinch of classic. She told him her parents went missing when she was a child and her brother raised her afterwards. The two currently living in seperate homes.

"Let me." He took the tray from her walking to the lounge placing it on the table. The two sat on the floor with their back against the couch as she opened the beer cans.

"It's nice having somewhere here. It gets so lonely sometimes." She clicked the beer can against his and took a sip. The two cringing at the taste before placing it back down.

Jk :"What about your friends?"

"They always had this part time jobs after the university hours and after the graduation I think I only met them once. It was always you who kept me company." A smile towards him. Her eyes sparkled as they landed on his and it did things to his heart which he can't quietly describe it well.

Jk :" I have Hari at home. And as annoying as that kid can be sometimes. She is my everything and I love her to it's very bits."

YN laughed at the mention of her. "Be grateful towards her. Her confidence got us where we are now."

That had enough power to embarrass him as blood travelled to his cheeks turning them slightly red for a moment before he was able to control it.

Jk :" You have no idea how many demands of her I have fulfilled already. Every little thing, from her dresses to shoes, bags to stationary, games to fucking sports equipment. She got all of them new. And you know what's more annoying. All of her old stuff ended up in my room and I had to clean all of it. " He groaned throwing his head back against the couch and she chuckled.

No matter how many complains he made. He loved Hari. She wondered if that's how siblings were. She never had a chance to feel any of that with her brother.

She moved near him, head resting on his chest and a hand beside it. Her body against his and she felt his frantic heartbeat under her touch. "You're a good brother. She must be proud of you."

Jungkook never heard those words against his loud heart beat drumming in his ears. Slowly and gradually his arm wrapped around her body then she decided to look up at him and he was a goner there.

There was some thick tension in the air that heat up their bodies till their eyes never left each other. He placed his hand on top of hers on his chest. A sinful eye contact which broke only when their gaze shifted towards the lips.

He leaned in, intertwining his fingers with hers and placed his lips against her soft plump ones. He was mesmerised by the way her eyes fluttered close, the long lashes providing a blanket to her cheek bones he wished to kiss and admire.

When he moved his lips against hers, she kissed him back. Tasting like the rich taste of beer dancing against their tongues they never realized when the softness of the kiss was replaced with passion and love.

He shifted positions, till she was the one against the couch and he had her trapped between his body. One hand on the nape of her neck and other slid around her waist. The movement blessed him with her shirt raising a little which allowed his finger tips to brush against her bare skin.

Electricity danced against her flush and the two pulled away to allow themselves a moment to breathe. He took her lips in his again, leaving a few soft and tender kisses before looking in her eyes again. She was panting heavily. Jungkook didn't know where he got that courage from but he loved every thing he did to her. The swallon lips, flush red cheeks and the sinful half closed eyes.

A sight to capture.

He felt chills crawling against his skin but if he looks closely it was her finger tips crazing against his chest softly. Curling against the fabric of his shirt till she was pulling him in already.

Jk :"Tell me you're not drunk."

"I am. On you." He groaned and slammed his lips against her once again. The voice that left her lips - drove his shy self inside a box which he locked and threw somewhere he was never going to find. That sound was going to become his new addiction and he knew he was not getting over it any soon.

His kisses travelled down her neck as he picked her up laying her on the couch and hovered above her. Her fingers slid against the locks of his hair. Head thrown back and sinful moans filled the home as they made love right there on the couch before taking it to her bedroom.

The moonlight shone through the window. She hesitated, before removing her clothes. It was not the insecurity of showing herself but the marks, the scars, the injuries on her skin that left him speechless. No reaction twisted in his eyes as he carefully took in her scars letting her know they were never going to matter.

"Why would you try to hide under your mask?" He slid his finger tips over the run down part of her. The effect devoid of pain yet she felt her insides stirring. He wasn't supposed to love the scary part of her. "Your scars make up your constellation"

Eyes lifting to meet hers and she pulled him in for a kiss. His touch gentle yet owning every bit of her.

'The first time I held her, my heart was irrevocably gone'

YN :"Stay with me"

"As long as you would want me to"

And in the end, we were just humans. Drunk in the idea that love, only love could heal our brokenness.

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Hope you enjoy it.

You also know what happened that night on the other side :(

I took two quotes above as a motivation from books. Credits to the authors.