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"You've got to stay with me, cuddled up against me."

She frowned at him, looking confused. "Why?"

"I want you to."

"And you'll watch a chick flick."

He nodded.

"What if I don't?"

"Then I go to bed." He hoped she didn't call his bluff.

"Okay," she said, settling back. "I can do that."

Jungkook climbed off the sofa, changed the DVD, then settled back beside her. The first few seconds of the movie were tense, but Y/N finally relaxed against him.

Within the hour, she fell asleep against him. Her face rested against his chest.

Jungkook stayed for the whole film, using the time to stroke her hair and bask in knowing she trusted him enough to fall asleep.

Don't get too ahead of yourself.

Using the remote, he turned the television off, then shifted so Y/N was comfortably lying on the sofa. Once he was standing, he tucked his arms around her body, lifting her gently. He loved the feel of her in his arms.

Reluctantly, he took her to her bedroom, tucking her into bed. She didn't wake or stir.He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her. She was so utterly beautiful, riveting to him."I'm going to take good care of you."

Turning off the light, he left her room before making his way toward his own bedroom. He rested his head on the door, wishing there was something he could do to stop these feelings rushing through him. They were driving him insane.

He didn't know how long he would last before he finally claimed Y/N as his own.

Two months later

Y/N stared down at her free leg without any cast. There were no signs on her body that she'd even been in a car crash that cost her best friend's life. No lasting marks or visible memories on her body to remind her of all she'd lost.

Touching her leg, she winced even though there was no pain. Her leg had healed fine. She didn't need crutches or to worry about falling over. Y/N hadn't told Jungkook about her doctor's appointment or getting the cast removed.

She placed both of her legs onto the coffee table, wondering what to make of them. Nothing stood out. It was like the car crash hadn't taken place.

Standing up, she made her way toward the kitchen to start dinner. The apartment was spotless once again. She never did anything to make it dirty.

Walking without the aid of the crutches felt strange. She didn't realize how much she'd come to rely on those two simple sticks.

I've got to go home now.

She left the fridge and made her way into the bedroom. With tears in her eyes, she packed away her few possessions, wishing there was a way for her to stay. She loved Jungkook's apartment, cooking for him, sharing meals, and watching television. It had all become part of her routine, and she loved it.

Yanking her bags toward the door, she took a seat on the sofa and simply waited for Jungkook to come home.

At five o'clock, he walked through the door. "What the fuck?" he said, growling the words out.

Looking up, she saw him walking toward her. "What the fuck are your suitcases doing packed in the hallway?" He dropped his briefcase to the floor without taking his eyes off her.

"It's time for me to go."

"Y/N, I'm not going to argue with you about—" Jungkook stopped speaking as she stood up. Tucking some hair behind her ear, she smiled at him. "Your cast?"

"Yeah, I went to the doctor's today. It's awesome. They said it was time for the cast to be off." She gave him a twirl. "What do you think?"

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise as he took in her now uncasted leg. For a moment, he was speechless, his mind racing. He didn't say anything, simply stared at her.

"You packed your bags." His gaze returned to hers.

"Yeah, there's no need for me to stay here anymore. I packed my bags. I was wondering if you could give me a lift back home. I really appreciate everything you did, taking care of me and all." She stopped talking as he'd not done anything but stare at her. "What's the matter?"

"You don't have to leave."

"Jungkook, I can't stay here. I've got a life."

"The job at the supermarket has gone."

"I'll get another job." She'd already had three job interviews lined up. One of them was working as a receptionist. "It's time for me to move on, and I think it's best you did as well."

She loved staying with him, but how could she continue to stay with him when Anaya's death was still raw?

"I'll, erm, I'll pull the car around." He grabbed her case from the floor and turned away before she said anything else.

Taking one last look around the apartment she'd called home for the past three months, Y/N was filled with regret. For a split second, she'd actually thought Jungkook cared about her a little bit.

She took her purse and made her way down to his car. He sat behind the wheel, and she climbed in beside him.

"I really appreciate everything you've done for me."

"I don't want to hear it, Y/N." He navigated traffic, cutting her off every chance she tried to speak to him.

"It doesn't have to be like this," she said, reaching out.

Jungkook shrugged her off him. "You went to the doctors without asking for me to come with you. I'm pretty sure I know where I'm not wanted."

"Don't be like this. Our friendship isn't like that." She was hurting inside. His attitude upset her with every second that passed.

He parked outside of her apartment building. Jungkook surprised her when he got out and actually helped her with the bags. Her landlord greeted her as she arrived.

Once inside her apartment, she stared around at the small space. Compared to Jungkook's luxury living, her place was in fact a dive.

"You don't have to stay here," he said, standing by the door.

"I've got to get on with my life, Jungkook. You should do the same. Everything is still raw." She was talking about Anaya. Her best friend hadn't been dead six months, and she was growing closer to her boyfriend.

"I understand." He turned on his heel and walked out of the room. The sound of the door slamming echoed throughout the small room.

She stayed looking at that door for several minutes before she started to put her clothing away. Jungkook had been through her place before to collect her stuff. He'd picked out her underwear, clothing, personal items, and not once did she miss anything he'd left behind.

It had to be luck that made him pick everything she held of value.

There were moments when they were together when she was sure he saw a lot more than he let on.

By seven o'clock, Y/N sat on the edge of her sofa wringing her hands together. The sounds of the city going by were easily heard through her thin windows. In Jungkook's apartment, there were no sounds other than stillness.

She closed her eyes, wishing with all of her might that something could have been different. The love she felt for him had to be put elsewhere. He'd helped her overcome her problem with her leg, and that was all. She couldn't expect him to take over the rest of her life.

Rubbing at her temples, she tried her hardest to clear her thoughts. Nothing helped. In the last three months, Jungkook had proven he was more than a cold, unfeeling ogre who hated her. She didn't really believe he hated her anymore. There's no way someone who hated another person would put up with them for three months.

"Ugh, get over it, Y/N. It's all over, and you're never going to see him again."