A/N P.O.V

Jimin groans, tilting his head backwards, letting the cloud of smoke dance out of his nostrils and mouth as he walked down the street.

With one hand shoved in his pocket and the other holding his cigarette, he passes by numerous people, the icy cold morning air biting through his turtleneck sweater.

Walking into the institute, he's greeted by peaceful silence. He throws the cigarette in the bin before making his way up the steps to the gym, halting in confusion when he hears the familiar sound of gloves hitting a boxing bag.

He was always the earliest to enter the gym. Who could it be?

Slowly opening the door in curiosity, the silhouette of a person in a black sports bra and shorts with an unusual pair of white sneakers stood, pumelling and throwing hard punches at the boxing bag.

Her ponytail swung from side to side with each hit, and Jimin's eyes lit up, a familiar spark churning in his stomach as he recognizes the person.

Her dark eyes stayed trained on the bag, huffing out in anger with each blow. She was so entranced in her own world that she didn't notice him standing right next to her.

"Y/N?"
He chimes and she startles, swinging out to the person next to her. His eyes widen as he ducks, avoiding her punch.
"What was that for?!"
Jimin whines with his hand on his chest.

Y/N's P.O.V

You groan, lowering your gloved fists as you stare at him.

"You scared me! Don't do that."
You mumble. The familiar smell of smoke wafts into your nostrils.

Its been a while since I've smoked, I desperately need one right now.

He sighs, gripping the hem of his sweater and pulling it off, his muscles contracting as his naked upper body now comes into view.

Good lord, save me.

Your heart races inside you at the sight, as everything seemed to move in slow motion, a pink glow surrounding him from nowhere as he runs his hand through his hair, flexing his biceps and throwing his sweater into his bag.

It was a scene exactly from a romantic high school crush movie, but you weren't one to enjoy cliché scenes. Immediately tearing your eyes away from the sight, you collect yourself and turn around again.

"So, what are you doing here?"
You ask, trying to sound confident and not notice the incredibly hot shirtless man who strolled towards you with a bottle of water in his hands.

I can do this.

He lifts it to his mouth, and his plump lips slowly wrap around the bottleneck, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks in the water and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each gulp.

I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this.

He brings the bottle down with a smirk, tilting his head playfully.

The motherfucker knows what he's doing.

"I come here early everyday. What are you doing here?"
He asks, pointing at you with the bottle still in his hand and your heart skips at how his voice suddenly lowered two octaves, gliding towards you with a lingering seductive husk beneath it.

You gulp.
"I-i didn't have anything to do and so I came here. Why do you care anyways?"

In a second, his face is inches away from yours, his minty breath fanning the tip of your nose.

"Hmm, the others will arrive only an hour later and I'm bored. Any ideas on what we should do in the meantime?"
He whispers, his lips pulling up into a smirk as he tilts his head, his hand brushing against yours.

Dear god, why are you doing this to me?!

Your mind spins as you scramble to form a sentence, but all you're left with is your heart thumping loudly in your ears.

"Earth to Y/N?"
Jimin sings, his face inching closer to you.

Don't do it, Y/N. Don't do it!

Your breath gets stuck in your throat as his lips are now a centimetre away from yours, his dark eyes staring deeply into your panicking ones.

At that moment, his shoulders slump as he pulls away, his lips travelling upwards and pressing it against your forehead.

He pulls away, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Geez, if you don't want to kiss me, you can just tell me, you know?"

He says, a slight annoyance in his words as a forced smile is splayed across his agitated features.

You're still dazed from the moment and he shakes his head, throwing the bottle to his bag.

"But really, what are you doing here this early? It's unusual."
He says, his expression slowly turning serious.

You nibble on the inside of your cheek, your mind replaying everything that happened in the past hour.

*Flashback*

Jungkook cuts you off, staring at his clasped hands.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I-I'm sorry."

You're taken aback from his sudden confession.
"Sorry for what?"

He looks up at you, and you can see the internal struggle playing in his chocolate orbs.

He wanted to say it so badly, but at the same time he didn't. He wanted to let it all go and be the brother he was meant to be, but at the same time he was kicking himself for making the stupid decision.

"For being me."
He finally says, and your hands grip the bars at the end of his bed.
"W-what are you saying?"

"I'm sorry for being me. I know I fucked up bad, but I miss us. Right now, I want you back but at the same time I want to push you away, so far away. You were the reason for all my problems but at the same time you're the only one that makes me feel better."

You couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth at that moment, and you didn't even notice the tears beginning to well in your eyes.

Jungkook ruffles his hair, his chest heaving from trying to control the turmoil of emotions that tumbled and swirled within his soul.

You manage to find your words, and finally speak.
"All this time..."

His head snaps up to your trembling self.

"All this time, those words are what I've been wanting to hear. D-do you know how long I've endured your behaviour towards me?"

His eyes soften, a stray tear escaping yours. You suddenly feel a stream of anger beginning to mix into the relief brimming in your chest.

"Why? Why did you do it to me? What did I ever do wrong?"

Your voice slowly begins to raise as your knuckles turn white from gripping the bars so tightly.

Panic begins to set in Jungkook, as his hands move while he speaks.

"Y/N, I-I was just angry. Angry with everything and I just couldn't handle-"

"And so you did it at my cost?! Y-you were angry with your life, and took it out on me!"

He shook his head immediately, shuffling forward and placing his hand on yours that still tightly gripped the bars.

Your heart skips a beat at the familiar, nostalgic feeling of his soft skin against yours.

He had deprived you of everything for so long, from his love, his care, his self, even when you tried to help him.

"Y/N, just listen-"

You grit your teeth as more tears begin to cascade down your cheeks. Shoving your hand away from his, you shake your head.

Jungkook's patience begins to wear thin.

"I didn't deserve any of this."

Crimson red slowly clouds his vision as he desperately tries to subdue it, gritting his teeth.

"Y/N. I'm trying to tell y-"

"Do you know how alone I felt for years?!"

Snap.

"Fucking hell, Y/N! Not everything is about you! You know the fucking shit I went through just for you, and you still act this way?! It was about you then, and you're still making it about you now!"

He yells, slamming fist down against the sheet, grabbing it and throwing it across the room in fury.

You yelp, the familiar scenes from when he would smash everything in the apartment now beginning to replay in your mind.

He stands up from the bed, the veins on his neck visibly bulging as he towers over you, a dangerous look in his eyes as he glares down at you.

"What more do you want, huh? Do you want me to go back to mom and dad, fall at their feet and let everything go back to how it was?"

A tight feeling begins to encapsulate your chest as the horrid memories from your childhood begin to surface.

"Do you want me to receive the consequences of your actions again?"

You shake your head, slowly stepping backwards, away from the fuming man in front of you.

He takes a step forward, maintaining the distance between the two of you.

"Do you want Dad to lock me in the basement again when you refused to train?"

You try to cover your ears, but his hands snap up to your wrists, holding them on either side of your head as you stare into his eyes in fear.

"Do you want to see those bruises all over me again, just because mommy's little girl isn't up to her expectations?"
He snaps, his voice harshly ringing through your ears.

A feeling of guilt begins to rise up your chest as your eyes catch the scar on his chest through the see-through robe he's wearing.

Your racing heart begins to slow down as you stare into his eyes.

He hadn't changed a single bit. His eyes held the same emotions as the ones that comforted you when you were a child.

They were the same eyes that cleaned your wounds when you fell down, and the same ones that bore painful tears when he would receive the punishments of your incompetence.

His hands slowly leave yours and a stray tear escapes his eyes. You lift your hand, wiping it away with the pad of your thumb before placing your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist.

He freezes, his heart stopping at that very moment at the feeling of your warmth against him.

After so long, it's exactly what he wanted; to feel you in his embrace, to protect you like the brother he should be.

Without hesitation, his strong arms wrap around you in a tight embrace, burying his head against your hair.

Tears race down your cheeks as soft sobs begin to leave you, his familiar scent invading your senses.

"I missed you so much."
You say, your words muffled against his chest. You feel his hand gently stroking your hair, a wet sensation trickling down your neck as he struggled to hold in his tears.

"I missed you more than ever."
He whispers, his voice cracking.

"More than you could ever know."

*End of Flashback*

Taehyung had reluctantly left you at the gym that morning, and here you found yourself in front of Jimin, struggling to control your emotions in front of him.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"
Jimin asks cautiously, noticing the way your breathing became irregular and your face became pale.

You shake it off, nodding immediately before rubbing your eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just, um, couldn't sleep. So I decided to come here."

Jimin stares at you for a second, trying to figure out if what you're saying was the truth before he shrugs, nodding.
"Alright."

His lips turned down in a pout as he folds his hands, staring ahead of you.

You inwardly chuckle at his obvious behaviour.

Alright, baby boy. I'll give you what you want.

You prance over to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before staring at his shocked features in amusement.

He freezes for a moment, his mind comprehending the moment that just happened before his gaze snaps down to your amused one.

His face falls immediately.
"So that's how you wanna play it?"
You chuckle and yelp when his hand swiftly slides down to your waist and the other one on the nape of your neck before slamming his lips down on yours.

You respond to the kiss instantly, his lips devouring yours with every second that passes by as he begins walking forward till your back hits the wall.

The taste of smokey cigarettes mixes into the kiss, only making the moment more indulgent for you, not wanting to stop.

His palm rests on the cold wall beside you as your tongues swirl against each other, a soft grunt emitting from his lips as he pulls away.

A dark aura now surrounded him, lust evident in his gaze as his eyes travel all over you.

"I'm dying to take things further, Y/N. Are you up for it?"

Your eyes widen at his words as they dart around the room in alarm.

"I-I..."

Confusion and anxiousness begins to settle in you.

"If you aren't ready, I won't."
He says, his voice lowering to a whisper as you stare into his lustful eyes.

We haven't even made anything official yet...

He hasn't told me that he loves me either, or anything like that.

It's funny, how I now want those things I used to despise when I looked at other couples.

"I don't know, Jimin. We haven't even made anything official yet."
You say, carefully placing your words together.

His head droops before he nods, pulling away with a sarcastic laugh.
"I understand."

You nibble on your inner cheek as he strolls over to the bathroom, shutting the door.

I need to know that you're for real, Jimin.

I need to know.