3RD PERSON POV

Over the following days, the surgery was performed on Y/n and it was successful, but once she had woken up a day after, she found that the muscle memory in her legs was failing. From the amount of pain she had experienced, it had focused so much on the back, that Y/n now had to talk about psychical therapy sessions. It didn't help that there were two flesh-covered bones on her back.

Once she had woken up and seen them, she felt horrified. Everywhere she looked, it felt as if eyes were stuck to her back, shaming her for something she couldn't control.

But she and Jungkook had yet to face each other.

Neither of them talked to each other about what happened that day and Y/n didn't intend to, although Jungkook had other plans. He wanted to talk to her, to feel her soft skin against his body, to be able to hold her but he knew he needed to give Y/n time to forgive him- if she ever did that was.

Now, all Jungkook could do was watch her from afar, both glancing at each other's ways but still ignoring each other. And Eunwoo and Jennie tried to help this, but Y/n refused and said she never wanted to hear him speak again.

But everyone knew that she was going to have to face him.

Sooner or later.

Y/N'S POV

I grunted to myself as I used Jennie for support on my left side.

Today in my therapy, I had to do some fast walking with a straight posture, my back was hurting like hell as I continued to take quick small steps and I could tell that Jennie was surprised about how much I was walking even if I was in pain, but I didn't care.

I don't want to be weakened by something like this and I knew what Fran- he did to me would amplify my strength so I'm going to use that to my advantage.

As I trudged through the large room, the female doctor was looking at my form very carefully and nodding to herself as she wrote something down on her clipboard. She put her hand up, signalling for me to stop and Jennie slowed me down, eventually we both came to a stop.

I slouched more to her on my side and huffed out an angry breath.

It was stupid how weak I was from this; I'm not going to let this stop me though. Jennie and both the doctor ushered me to a seat, and I let out a light sigh, dropping my head back and the doctor laughed at my determination.

"It looks like you're doing well." she smiled, and I returned the gesture. "I sure hope so," I say before looking at the sheet of activities that we would do later and groaning to see that there were back stretches on it.

They were by far the most painful but 'I had to do them' quoted the doctor and I solemnly nodded before weakly getting up and hobbling out of the room, leaving Jennie to go do her own business.

She had been babysitting me for the past week and I knew she needed some time to herself, and I wanted to give it to her as thanks for helping me. I walked through the grand hallways and got some weird but weary glances from passing gang members. I knew they thought of me as an outsider, but they knew what Jungkook had done to me, so none of them dared to approach me.

Except for one of them.

"Y/n!!" that annoyingly happy voice chirped, and I groaned as I tried to slump past him but was stopped by his strong grip and pulled me into a tight hug, making sure to avoid my back.

"You saw me yesterday, Eunwoo. Not years ago." I groaned and pried him off me as he looked at me with glee.

"Well, it feels that way." he sighs and slings my arm over his shoulders for support because just like Jennie, he thought that I couldn't walk by myself and insisted he help me now that Jennie was on her break. I make some weak attempts trying to get him off me, but he resists me.

I sighed and got the strength to get out of his grasp and walked a few steps without him before turning around and glaring at him proudly which he returned and laughed.

"Fine! You've proven your point but if you ever need help then I'm only one call away." Eunwoo says pointing to his chest before saluting himself away and I waved him off.

The halls of the mansion returned to their silent state, and I started to walk back to my room, knowing full well I was still way too weak to escape now so I had to wait for when I was better. I could barely even walk properly, I kept tripping on my own feet, but I quickly caught myself before I could fully fall to the ground.

As I was just around the corner to the hallway of my room, I collided with a hard surface making me stumble to the carpeted floor. I cursed to myself from the pain since I had to stretch my back but was interrupted by a deep, tired voice.

"Watch where you're going." it snapped, and I froze at the instant recognition of the voice, and he did the same.

"Oh," he muttered, his intimidating voice instantly changing.

Hesitantly, I looked up at him to see that he was eyeing me as he held out a hand for me. I refused to touch him, so I tried to get up by myself only to fall flat on my fore back again, making me cry out in pain. Again, I glanced up to see a pained expression that was changed to an unreadable face, hand still held out for me.

I reluctantly took it and he pulled me up instantly. The contact of his hand on mine sends shivers all through my body and butterflies in my stomach. It was silent for a few moments as we held each other's hands, neither of us knowing what to do next. My gaze held on the floor as his eyes shamelessly continued to wander on my face.

"Thank you... Jungkook." I say, mumbling out the last part and his face lit up.

Was he really that happy with me saying his name?

But his expression morphed to concern as he looked around. I tried to move my hand from his grasp but it was quickly tighter as his glare returned to me darkly, sending different types of shivers down my spine.

"Where is Jennie?" he asked slowly, knowing fully well I could've trapped her, and my eyes widened but quickly defaulted, knowing I had nothing to hide. "I don't know, she isn't my babysitter," I said smugly and shrugged my shoulders, but was quickly pulled forward by my hand, falling on Jungkook's chest.

My head shoots up and his jaw is tightened, his dark stare still based on me. "Where?" he hissed, and his grip tightened on my hand making me scrunch my face in pain.

"I said I don't know," I grumbled slowly, matching his glare before snatching my hand out of his grasp and rubbing it tenderly, still glaring at Jungkook whilst he returned the gesture.

"Go find her yourself," I snapped before turning around and limping away, hearing Jungkook swear under his breath.

Before I'm able to respond to his reaction, an arm is snaked around my waist and supports me to walk properly. My head snaps to him and I scoff as he was already looking at me with a blank face.

"Just for the record, I didn't need your help," I mutter and he nods his head in sarcastic agreement as we walk into my room, and when we enter, he stands me next to the bed.

He doesn't lay me down and instead just stands there as I wait for him to let me go. His body and grip became tense around me as the room was engulfed in silence, us both just standing there awkwardly, but I could tell that something else was on Jungkook's mind.

"Do you really care for me?" he blurted out, and I tilted my head.

"What?" I questioned not knowing but he explained quickly.

"When I confronted you, about why you left." he continued, "you said it was because you cared about me." Sadness but a gloss of hope dripped over his words, as he looked at me. "Did you mean it?"

I looked at the floor for a few moments, wondering for myself. I faintly remember the moment, but when I said it, I was emotional and speaking from my heart. I did mean it, I didn't say it to stop him from hurting me, or so I could manipulate him. I did it because I needed to admit that to myself and now that I had, I didn't know what to do.

"Jungkook-" I start and try to turn to him, but before I can, I'm pushed against the bed and before my mind can even comprehend what is going on-

His lips are on mine.

I stood there for a few seconds, thinking what he was doing was fake, he was just doing it out of spite, so I forcefully tried to push him off me, laying my hands on his chest but either I was too weak, or he was too strong and passionate, to say the least, his contact with me remained.

Trying so hard, I didn't want to let my guard down, not with him, but before I knew it, I was kissing back. Pushing my lips and body against him. The reaction surprised him, but he smirked more at me.

Things heated up quickly. His hands slid from holding my arms to hugging my waist, pulling me closer to him and allowing me to wrap my arms around his neck. We remained kissing for so long that I lost my thoughts and before I knew it, I was running out of breath, so I pulled away from the kiss making him grunt, as I breathed in and out harshly feeling the blood rush to my cheeks, trying to keep my breaths of the warmth I had bundled up inside me.

"I've been waiting to do that for too long," he whispered huskily and hugs me closer by the waist, forcing my body to lay over his perfectly, and I buried my head into his chest to hide from the embarrassment I was experiencing, and he rested his head on the crook of my neck.

"Really?" I mumbled and he smiled against my skin.

"Ever since I laid my eyes on you," he stated, and my heart fluttered like a butterfly.

I guess it took me a while to realise it too, but I guess I just thought that I cared about his health, but now I realised that I cared for him, I wanted to be there for him if something bad happened, and I wanted to spend my time with him.

I smiled and sighed constantly as he held me.

This all felt like a dream though.
Him holding me tightly and me resting my head, I felt dazed and confused about my feelings for him. When he let a breath out on my neck, I could feel shivers go up and down my spine, but also made some pain in my body relieve itself and I smiled.

Jungkook's grip had weakened so I stepped out of it and tried to walk to my bed only to stumble down to the floor, cursing to myself. It had only been three weeks and I knew I wouldn't miraculously get better, but I would have to keep trying to improve.

Jungkook was surprised by my sudden movement and appeared at my side in a second. He grabbed my body tenderly and checked me all over, his eyes were filled with concern from my slight fall, and he checked to make sure I was okay.

"I'm fine," I say softly with a weak smile, still in slight pain but I use his strong figure for support to get up on my bed. He nods solemnly, giving me a small smile back. "Good."

I sigh under my breath, just enough for me to hear him and I chuckle to myself. He offered to get me food which I declined since I wasn't hungry, but he insisted on leaving me a sandwich in case I got late-night cravings, and with that, he left me by myself but not before planting a peck on my forehand and walking off without another word.

I flopped back onto my bed, onto my stomach, not believing what I had just done. The top gang leader, a criminal and my ex-patient kissed me, I kissed back and admitted my feelings for him, and soon enough I'll be like him with my wings. It was all so fast.

But I needed to think with my head, not my heart. He was like poison to me, he could get me killed and I can't live with him like this. It was the Stockholm Syndrome speaking.

I couldn't stay here and as soon as my wings were formed, I couldn't catch feelings for him now.

It would be my breaking point.

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A/N- First kiss scene of the book! What're everybody's thoughts on it?

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