I run to Jungkook's hospital room after being led to there, I barge inside without thinking twice or waiting, and as soon as the body on the bed appears into sight, I burst into tears.

"Y/n..." he faintly pronounces my name, making my entire body go numb but rush to him. "Jungkook..." I bend over his bed once I reach him out, but make careful moves at the sight of all his injuries.

"My baby..." he chokes up on his words but feebly touches me, running his fingers through my hair to bring my head down to his and hold me. "Oh god...baby..." he sobs as much as I do, both relieved to see each other after all that happened. He presses his cheek onto mine and combs my hair while I'm hugging him and making sure not to hurt him.

"Are you okay?" he speaks in my ear, his quivering voice breaking my heart. "They didn't hurt you, right?"

"I'm okay," I open my eyes and retreat a little to look into his eyes. "What about you...? What did they do to you...?" I pass the back of my hand over his cheek to get rid of the tears, but he heaves his injured one up to my face to hold it, the pain readable through his body language. "I'm fine, honey. Don't worry about me," he strokes my face with his thumb, staring deep into my eyes.

I lean in and press my lips on his with delicacy. "I was so scared..." my heart aches, looking at his features but seeing the suffering he must have gone through. "I didn't know where you were...I couldn't stand it..."

"Everything is all right, honey. I'm here," he caresses my skin, but I kiss him once again. "I love you," he whispers close to my lips and keeps his hand on the side of my head to brush my hair back. "I love you too."

I plant a kiss on his forehead and sit down next to him, taking his hand to lay it on my lap and gaze at him. "Your parents are here, they drove me to you," I hold his hands with both of mine, and he brushes my fingers with his thumb while smiling. "I know, my father talked to me. You have no idea how relieved I was when he told me that you were not hurt...I couldn't stop being scared to death for you..."

"I shouldn't have let them go...I don't even know if the police caught them...I should have killed them and not go—"

"Do not say that, y/n," he intertwines our fingers. "You did what I asked you to do. I'm happy you didn't do anything else."

I don't respond but caress his skin. I missed feeling him close, this is the most comforting thing ever.

The door opening gets us to look at it. His parents. "Hey," his mother smiles at him, so I check on him, and he returns the same fondness, his fingers stroking mine. "How are you, my baby?" she comes closer with Jungho to lean closer to him. "I'm fine, mom. Don't worry."

She smiles at him and brushes his hair back.

— Six days later —

Sunday, December 22, 2019.

10 am.

"Here it is, sweetie. Is that okay?" Jungkook's father straightens his old back after putting the cabinet down for me. "Yes, thank you," I smile at him, happy to see the house back in a beautiful and great state, ready for the holidays.

"Jeez..." he sighs, sharply, his hands on his hips. "I've made my exercises for the month..."

"I'm sorry..." I smile but move to him, I touch his shoulders and give him a massage to make up for all the things I asked him to do. "Miss Jeon should give you a massage once you're back home. Tell her this is from y/n," I laugh in a quiet manner, but he smiles and relaxes his muscles. "I wish she would care. She still punches me, you know," he turns his head in my direction. "This woman looks kind, but she's evil when she's all alone with me."

I giggle, thinking about how petite and fragile she seems. They're always cute whenever I see them together. "My son found a great girl, honestly. He's going to be pampered with you," he softly speaks, having no idea how meaningful his words are to me. I stop kneading his tired shoulders but step in front of him to put my arms around his body.

"Thank you..." I let out with sincerity, feeling like it's the right moment to be more serious and tell him what I feel. "Thank you for not judging Jungkook...I'm happy to know you support him...that you're there for him..."

"Aw, sweetie," he hugs me back with gentleness, some unexpected tears rolling down my face at the thought of Jungkook, who's still at the hospital for today, but with his mother since I absolutely had to take care of the house without him knowing. All my savings I had left went into the material I had to buy to fix the house, I used the entirety of the money I earned, but I'm happy because I know Jungkook will come back in a good house that has no signs of pain left.

"I know how hard it was for you, but I want you to know that we're here if you need a mom or dad to protect you and give you some advices," he understands why I react that way. My parents haven't talked to me since what happened as if they didn't care about me. "I'm maybe too old to be your father, so let's say I'm like a grandfather if you want."

I smile but hold him tight, wishing my parents could be so understanding. "As long as you make Jungkook happy, nothing else matters to me. He already talked about you many times, and I can see in his eyes the little sparkles you cause into them. That's the only thing I want as a father, so we'll always be here if you need someone other than Jungkook."

"Thank you," I wipe my tears away and withdraw to not bother him, but as soon as he sees my features, he grins and wipes my tears away. "Don't cry, every time I see a girl cry that breaks my heart."

"They're not tears of sadness," I snivel but stop sobbing in front of him, feeling stupid. "But still, crying from happiness or sadness is crying in the end," he chuckles, but I smile and step aside to take a look at the new furniture that fills the house. "Do you think he will like it...?"

"Of course he will!" he exclaims with no doubt. "You spent all your money on this only to make him happy and make sure he won't see all the mess those assh—" he doesn't curse in front of me, acting like his son and making me giggle. "Those bad people. That's going to annoy him because I know how he is, he will try to give you the money back, but he will still be extremely touched by what you've done for him. Trust me."

"I hope..." I join my hands behind my back. I can't wait to see Jungkook. "I will pay for you anyway, that wasn't your fault," he says, but I shake my head. "No need to, I did it because I wanted to."

20 minutes later...

The car now parked in front of the house, I go out first and rush to Jungkook's side. He already opened the door, so I take his hand to help him, and he grabs his crutch, we both work together to get him out, and once he's on his feet, I put my arm around his waist but see how hard it is for him to use me as a support. "Do you need help?" Jungho peeks at us from his driver's seat. "Yes, come here. I don't want to hurt her," Jungkook speaks the opposite of what I thought. "I'm okay...no need to. Your dad is already tired."

"Baby, you don't have the same build. He's a strong man, don't worry about that," he smiles and removes his arm from me, putting all his weight down on his crutch. His dad comes closer, so I step aside and let him do it.

Since they're both together, I move up to the front door and open it. "Here you are, and if you need help while y/n is at school, call us. All right?" Jungho moves away from him, Jungkook smiles at his father and nods. "See you soon, y/n, don't hesitate to call me or my wife if you want," he softly offers me his softness, making me smile and acquiesce. "Yes. Thank you, Mister Jeon."

He bows to both of us and goes back to his car, so I open the door and help Jungkook to get in. I close the door behind him once he's inside, but he pronounces my name. "Y/n...what is that...?"

I inch closer to him and gaze up into his eyes. "You don't like it...?" I watch him check every corner of the room, fiddling with my fingers and being nervous. "Why is it different...?" he lays his eyes on me. "Because of what they did...I bought new material to fix it...I tried to take what looks the most like the old ones..."

"Baby, where did you get the money to do that?" he mentions the price as anticipated. I don't respond immediately but take my shoes off and get him to the sofa to make sure he doesn't stay up on his feet. He sits down, so I take his crutch and put it aside. "Baby...answer me."

I get down on my knees before him and take his shoes off. "With my savings."

"Gosh," he sighs, heavily. I keep his shoes in my hold and go back to the front door to put them there. "How much did you pay for all that? You didn't use all your savings I hope."

I look at him but just with a glimpse of my face, he has the answer to his question. He heaves a sharp sigh and leans back on the sofa, making me go back to him and sit by his side to put my arms around him. "Why do you look like you're mad and not even happy...?"

"You know I hate when you spend your money on me, and you spent way too much in this case," he only expresses discontent when I did this to see him happy. I keep my head on his arm and do not say anything, I know he's upset, but I don't care. "What do you want to eat for dinner?"

"Take a break, y/n..." he breathes out. "And I want you to tell me exactly the money you wasted on this..." he doesn't drop it, getting me annoyed. "Stop talking about this. You won't give me the money back anyway, I won't take it," I move away and stand up to leave him and get to the kitchen. "I will give you the money back, y/n. Are you insane? You earned all that money with your work, I told you to keep it for—"

"I don't care," I cut him off to not hear him anymore. "Stop complaining...I did this to see you smile and be happy, not for you to be mad at me..." I look into the fridge to find the food I'm going to cook for lunch. "Y/n, I'm not mad at you, it means a lot to me to know that you did this, but the fact that you spent all your money on this when it didn't happen because of you bothers me."

"I just wanted everything to be done for Christmas," I lay my eyes on him. "I wanted us to be in a great house to celebrate Christmas together...and I wanted to make you happy by doing this. This money isn't mine, it's ours."

"No. The money you earn is yours. I'm the man, I'm the head of the house, so my money is yours—"

"If you say so then I do what I want with my money," I state the facts but hear him sigh. I ignore this and cook lunch for us.

30 minutes later...

I sit down on the sofa now that the pizzas are cooking in the oven, Jungkook watching TV as we haven't talked just once after arguing.

I grab hold of my phone but notice I received a text from Minjae, who now took some distance with me since he got to know I date Jungkook.

< hey, how are you doing? I hope everything's going well. Just wanted to let you know I beat your score on Overwatch😁 ]

[ hey, I'm doing fine. What about you? Stop it. I'm pretty sure you're lying! >

< im fine too. I'm not lying! Check it out once you can, you'll see it. I'm above you on the list! ]

[ why couldn't you leave me on the top? I was proud of myself...🥺  >

< Im sorry, you can beat me i won't fight again🥺 ]

[ im jk! Don't worry, I'm used to being in the bottom of the list anyway :( >

< you're better than I am on cod tho ]

[ i agree😌 >

"I'm sorry, baby," Jungkook voices out after remaining silent, making me lower my phone down to look at him. "I didn't want you to believe that I was mad, I just hate when people spend money on me, it makes me feel bad. That makes me happy to know you do all those things for me," he comes closer and lands a kiss on my temple. "You know I love you, and I'm not upset."

"Hm..." I sulk and look down at my phone. "I thought you would smile when you saw it..."

"Baby," he leans towards me and places his arm behind my head to touch me. "I'm sorry for reacting like a jerk."

I lean to the side and rest my head on his chest, locking my phone to focus on him. His fingers run through my hair, and I hug him.

If he reacted that way for this then I don't know he would react if he knew what I did yesterday.

"Jungkook..." I mumble in his chest, feeling like I shouldn't keep it to myself. "You know I love you...right?"

"Yes," he gazes down at my face, sounding nervous and apprehensive. "I need to talk about something, but you have to promise me you won't be mad at me..." I fear his response, not expecting anything good since I know I did something bad. "What are you talking about, y/n?"

"Just promise me..." I gaze up at him, his eyes sending me some worry. "Have you cheated on me?" his horrible question escapes him, but I gape out of shock. "Of course not, Jungkook. I would never. I love you, I'll never cheat on you, Jungkook."

"Then tell me what this is about, I don't like this type of thing. I can't stand it," his apprehension worsens his impatience. I look into his big eyes that don't give me love at this moment, and I join my fingers on my lap, uneasily. "I...We won't ever be bothered anymore...they won't threaten you anymore..."