"Here." He pulls a phone from his pocket and hands it to you.

"This isn't mine though."

"I threw your old phone away and got you a new one."

Of course he did. Sighing, you lean back and l examine the vibrant red item between your fingers. Red isn't exactly your taste but since he used his money to buy it, who are you to complain? He bought the latest iPhone model. "Thanks I guess."

This' the second phone he bought you. Even if you were to decline it, he'll wear you down until you accept it. And would you look at that? He's the only person in your contact list. And a person named Yeonjun. You're not sure if you're familiar with that name.

"Who's Yeonjun?" You ask him.

"He's someone you can trust. If ever you're in any trouble and I can't be at reach, you can just call him."

"What about me?" Iseul returns and snatches the device from your hand. Jungkook narrows his eyebrows in annoyance and opens his mouth to talk but you gesture him to calm down. "There. My number's there too. If they can't be reached, call me. Or just me. Don't bother yourself with them. They're nothing but trouble. Trust me. I know."

That cheeky grin on her face makes Jungkook roll his eyes.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Y/n, you know in order for us to help, we'll need to know everything you know." Iseul starts off slowly. You don't have to look at Jungkook to know what he's thinking. His sister's doing him a favor, asking something he wasn't sure how to bring up. It's true though. In order to get their help, they need to know.

You tap your finger gently on the outline of your new phone and say. "There's not much really. My mom used to work for your dad. And now he's after me."

You can feel his intense gaze on you. Iseul nods her head. "I've seen you with that Jimin guy multiple times. He's helping you out isn't he?"

"Well-"

"Your mom left with evidence that could expose my dad and land him a lifetime in prison. And he thinks you know where it is." Jungkook inserts. "Do you know where they are?"

"No."

He gives you a long stare before letting out a sigh. "Okay. We can talk about this later. In the mean time, let's just focus on your recovery. You should get some rest. And Iseul-"

"I know I know. You want me to leave and give you two some privacy blah blah blah-"

"Stay with her."

She shrugs. "I'd stay either way even if you didn't tell me."

Ignoring her brother, she takes your phone and scoots herself in the bed with you and shows you something. "There's this game you can play while you're here."

Time Skip

A couple of weeks goes by and you're currently hiding at one of Jungkook's residence. Right after the doctor gave the go signal, it took a six hour drive to reach this place. Thankfully, your wound's healing and it's much easier to move around now.

It's been hell living in hiding. Jungkook stops by every now and then but never stays put for a long period of time. And if you're being honest, it's starting to get irritating having nothing to do.

You know you should care about your situation right now but stuff like school constantly pesters the back of your mind. Even if you hate studying, you still want to graduate and eventually get a degree. How on earth are you suppose to achieve that if you're stuck here? And honestly speaking, you can't see yourself being left behind while your fellow peers advance in life.

Around dinner time, you decided it was best to bring it up.

The look on his face clearly shows he was against it. "Y/n, my dad's after you. And you barely know how to protect yourself-"

"Then teach me. If not. I'll enroll myself at some martial art class." You tell him. "I just don't want to be locked up here for the rest of my life."

"Y/n." He's frustrated, you can tell. And maybe a little bit irritated. "I can't properly protect you if you're out there."

"That's why if you teach me how to defend myself, you won't have to."

"I thought we made a deal. I'd help you anyway I can."

You nod your head. "We did. But being stuck here was never part of the plan, Jungkook. Either way, I'm not planning to stay here even if you're against it."

"Why are you so stubborn, Y/n?" He leans back, defeated. "I'll see what I can do. But you'll have to promise me one thing, okay? When you're outside, don't go anywhere without telling me."

"Okay."

"Y/n, I'm being serious. I have to know where you are at all times."

You nod your head. "You have my word."

After a long pause what appears to be doubt, he finally ends the conversation there.

The following week, you returned to school and Jimin has not left your side even once. When asked about his father's men, he said they were no longer watching him.

"You could've at least called you know. Or maybe texted. You can't leave a friend in the dark. Not after all we've been through."

"We're friends..?"

He gives you a glare, to which you chuckle in amusement. "So what's your plan now? Are you really gonna let Jungkook help you?"

You let out a sigh. "I don't know. I'm not sure if I can fully trust him."

"And yet you trust me."

"You haven't done anything stupid so why not? And besides, it's not like you're helping your dad get rid of me."

"You haven't told him your mom-"

You shake your head. "I haven't. And I don't think I will anything time soon."

Jimin nods his head. "I see. Well it's great to have you back. School was getting boring without you not gonna lie." Crimson swirls his cheeks. "And I kinda missed you a little."

"Just a little?"

He rolls his eyes. "Is that a new phone?"

"Yeah."

"Does it have my number?"

You hand it to him. After a moment, he gives it back and you stare at the constant name is amusement. "A lion? Really?"

"Why? You don't think I'm like one?"

"Not really. You're more of a chick than a lion."

He fakes gasps. "I have never been insulted in all my life. How dare you?"

All of a sudden his face turns serious as he stares behind me. "Just letting you know, but your little friend wants to kill me."

Turning, you find Jungkook giving the darkest expression you've ever seen him have. He walks over, subtly grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you to stand behind him.

"Long time no see, buddy-"

Jungkook smacks the hand that was about to pat his shoulder.

"Okay, I guess we're not doing that." Jimin mumbles. "Anyway. Y/n, let's catch up sometime. You have my number. Text me."

You stiffen slightly when he winks before walking away. Is he trying to get under Jungkook's nerve? Because it's totally working.

Jungkook turns and looks down at you. "He gave you his number?"

"I-"

"Delete it."

"No problemo." You're an easy person to talk to. "And deleted. There happy?"

He glares at you and grabs the strap of your bag, using that to pull you with him.

"I can walk on my own. You're being too aggressive for the love of god."

"Give me your hand."

"What?"

He rolls his eyes. "What part do you not understand? Your hand on mine. Now."

What the heck.

You arch your brow and you scoff, walking past him. "Hold your own hand."

He suddenly intertwines your fingers together and brings it up to his lips, gently pressing. It catches you off guard.

"I'll just hold yours. It looked a little lonely."