Chapter 1

The sunlight bestowed your room, falling incessantly over your lying figure. The warmth of the morning brought a cozy feeling in your heart. Glancing lazily here and there, you finally spotted the ticking machine. An inaudible groan escaped your lips. With a frown on your face you sat up, but that frown soon turned into sweet smile when you found the little birds chirping and peeking through your wooden window.

"Sweety, if you are done feeling like a seal, then please get up, and do something productive." Your mom's voice brought your attention from the cute creatures to her words. You gave a slow nod and she left, uttering words that you are all too familiar with.

Your life is sweet like a salt. Right, it appears, but that's just deceptive nature of your life. This masquerade, it's not something you mull over too much. It has been like this, since forever. You being a good girl, an obedient daughter, and listening to every taunt they throw in your direction-because it's just never enough to be enough.

The mellow smile never betrayed your soft lips because smiling is an escape for you. Just smile, Nobody will bother with your miseries. Not like people are concerned about others lives but smile stale off the noisy people.

Pushing aside the fluffy blanket you got up, to become productive-as per quoted by your mom.

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"Y/N!! How much time will you gonna" Your mother's shrill voice halted when she noticed your figure descending through stairs. "Here you are ! I thought you will again show your turtle skills." Another chesty remarks but you didn't react. Your mother continued, making sure your attention was on her.

"Sweety, I have some work, so be a good little child- take your food from canteen and just try not to embarass yourself in any way on your first day." Her sweet voice dwindled to a firm one when she said the last words. "Come home straight. If I got to know about you roaming
around the streets it won't be good for you." And with that, she left. Without a single glance, without an all the best, even an insincere one would have made you smile but that didn't bother you much. You are used to it. Same words, same emotions -just different days. You have a lovely family, in which you matter more than anything, and anything here includes nothing. You just matters, you feel that, but in what way, you are afraid to seek the answer.

Your weak smile turned into a pout when you felt your tummy growling because of hunger . "It's fine, I can make something, or can have oats." You assured yourself as you moved towards kitchen.

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Taking your accessories and checking yourself so you won't embarass yourself, you stepped out from your house. you let the breeze hit your smooth skin, an inaudible sigh leaving your lips. Your eyes as usual wander around the streets - new faces , new enthusiasm, new life. Laughters and chatters filled your ears as you crossed a cafe, making your stomach clench because of tasty fragrance of freshly baked cookies and hot choco. Your senses coaxing you to grab a bite but you knew better than to give in to your senses. You don't fanthom the idea of getting late, so with alot of resilience you walked past those sweet callings.

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"fuck off!" Jungkook growled with bubbling frustration in his veins, his chiesled jaw set in a tight lock while his gaze hardened on the boy in front of him, barely holding himself to not to punch the soul out of the boy standing infront of him.

"Why? Your alien body can't tolerate any human presence?" Mark leaned on the locker, a smug expression adorning his face, making the former boy seethe in anger.

"Don't test my patience mark, You know I won't hesitate to beat the shit out of you." Jungkook said gravely in his deep voice, taking into the consideration of his mother's word- to not create any trouble in the campus.

" You think you can?" Mark scoffed, pushing himself off from the lockers. "You can't even bear a bare touch and you will fight with me? Baby boy that include touching." Mark said jeeringly. Taking a step forward, giving a wordless challange to the boy standing infront of him.

" You are asking for this bastard , dont go running to the principle after this! " Jungkook spat before pulling Mark via grabbing his collar, "I can bear a touch of human, but not hogs like you." Jungkook said darkly to Mark, his brown eyes turning dark with the building rage inside them. The later now had the evident fear in his eyes, his hands fumbling around Jungkook's hand to get rid of the tight hold. "Look at you, " Jungkook cocked a brow at Mark's futile attempts. "Can't even free from my hold, and have the audacity to mock me. Fear your life, because I do not." Jungkook said and left the struggling boy with a slight push. He turned around, about to go his own way but who knew trouble would never leave him alone, not this early. "You asshole! Who are you to say-" Mark pushed Jungkook towards locker, ready to deliver a punch but Jungkook was faster, one swift motion, the game was changed. Mark laid with a bloody nose, gasps errupting from the students surrounding them. No one dared to say anything, knowing well enough- after witnessing the whole scenario- that Mark provoked Jungkook, and the best would be to leave them alone. "The hell you gasping at? Take him to the infirmary and back off. Don't you all have your classes to attend?" Jungkook growled, the anger inside him reaching its peak.

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"Good morning, Sweetheart." Mrs. Jeon greeted you with a warm smile, a smile which you could not help but return. "I have already checked your file and informed other professor, so you don't have to worry about anything. The students here are good enough so I assure you they will not bother you, and here's the thing, as you don't speak much, I think you and my son will go along well. He's in the same class as yours. You may ask him to help you, if he retort just say, it's my order." She said with a mirthful expression on her face, and you nodded. Your nerves calmed down knowing there's someone you can lean on without being much of a trouble.
"His name is Jungkook and you can find him in locker area. Wait , here -take this, you can find
him easily. You can text me if you need something, alright?" She said firmly, handing you the papers. Her eyes held a comforting warmth and your head moved on its own volition, giving her a respective bow. She smiled and wished you all the best, something which even your mom didn't do. You left the staffroom with a warm longing in your heart.

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Reaching the locker area , you looked around, with papers in your hand, to find him. You noticed the crowd, faint voice of murmurs and yelling, As curious as cat, it was hard for you to steer away from the crowd. And who knew, you might find him there. With your soft steps you finally made it the boundary of croud, but it seemed as if it was much serious business. You tapped on a girl's shoulder, catching her attention, you showed her your paper, which held Jungkook's name. Her eyes checked you out, you shifted nervously on you spot, trying not to get bothered by her scrutiny. At last, she told you. he's inside the crowd. After many struggles, you were finally in the inner circle, trying to locate the one you were trying to find.

Maybe, he's gone, You were about to move back when your eyes met a pair of dark eyes, and an unknown shiver passed your body.

You felt your heart pulsating, his eyes never weavering and never breaking the eye contact. His ragged breaths and visible veins on his neck were just another sign for you to leave this place, yet you were unable to. And then, when you were about to muster the courage, he stumbled, - was it someone else? or did he trip? - upon you, his hands held your shoulders, the sudden weight knocked you off the balance, your eyes widening, his- still focused on yours, but fortunately, he changed the trajectory, that resulted in your back against the lockers.

You were still comphrehending what just happened, your heart felt as if it was aboput to brust, your mind feeling dizy due to the sudden movement, yet your eyes didn't leave the dark ones. His was closer than before, too close, so close that his breath tingled your cheek. His breath sharp and fast, as if he was trying to control himself.

"W-who are y-you?" and your brain froze when you heard his hoarse voice, a tinge of softeness still lingered in it and that totally worsened the mechanism of your already malfunctioning body. You tried to collect yourself, yes, tried but before you could do, he passed out, his head softly meeting your shoulder.

You stood there perplexed. And then it hit you, "Wait, did he just pass out on me? He can't right?" Even your own voice in your head sounded skeptical, because it was as real as it could be. You shut your eyes on the realisation, a heavy breath escaping your lips. He was heavy, and that too was leaning over your petite body, your eyes wandered off towards the sparce populace of the students, but who you were kidding? No one stepped forward, everyone in his or her own world, few unbothered, few concerned and rest were still trying to pick their jaws off the floor. Your gaze then landed on a girl's figure who had enough courage to help you in your miserable condition. So without any words, she helped you to take him to the resting area, you won't deny, he was heavy and it tired you a lot more than you would like to admit. Which means that, when you reached the nurse room, you flanked his body on the bed, quite carelessly, but you had your aching back to nurse too.

"You should leave now. It's better to leave him alone. Trust me, he isn't human, you better stay away from him. Still, the choice is yours." the girl spoke in a soft voice, her own voice sounded unsure but the concern was evident, and then she left.

You stood there, trying to process her words, what should you do?

"go to class. You don't have much free time to nurse students. And, remember what she said? Let's not get into trouble." Your rational voice agrued with you, but when you looked at his fainted figure, his bruised hand grabbed your attention. "God, he's bleeding. I should atleast tend this, it won't take much time. Right" And just like that, all the rationality went to get the first aid kit. You checked through the drawers and luckily, in the last one you found one. You sat on the chair beside the bed, but then noticed the awkward position the boy was lying. You stood up. Now with extreme care you made him lay in a comfortable position. Then sat back and were about to take his hand when the words from earlier rang in your mind, "I am trying to help him, that doesn't count in assault right?" You reasoned. "It does if the person is unconsciousness." Your inner voice retorted, but you gracefully ignored her. You tried to hold his hand, but a strange electric current jerked your hand back. "Guess what, Friction works." You shrugged and held his hand, this time nothing happened, his muscles relaxed under your gentle touch, and you continued to nurse his bruised knuckles.

You smiled softly, contend with your work. Your eyes then wandered off to his peaceful contours, he was calm now, and you could see what a blessing he possessed. He was beautiful, maybe others would prefer handsome, but to you, he was beautiful, just like a fresh flower.

"Adorable" Your heart wishphered, your mind agreed, and your rational thought felt incredulous. 'A little touch won't hurt, right?" "It's assault" Your inner voice countered. "I am not harming him." You replied sheepishly. "You are going to do that anyway, why ask me?" And just like that, your fingers traced the gentle yet sharp features of his face.

His forehead had few frown, which you eased with your gentle touch, next your finger traced his cute nose, then his slightly pouted lips, then the mole under his lips caught your attention. You didn't know what was happening, there was a weird sensation inside your belly. Your own lips parted when your fingers slipped through his dense locks, reaslising how soft his locks were. His contours relaxed and you felt delighted knowing he was finally feeling peace, you kept massaging his head, unable to stop yourself, unable to see any frown eteched on his features." Just 5 minutes." lie you told yourself because, his presence provided you an odd comfort and you dozed off.

Jungkook groaned when he felt a building ache in his head. His eyes opened, taking in his surrounding, and then he felt soft fingers in his hairs. He jerked up, his mind escalating towards the negative emotions. On the other side, due to his sudden movement you woke up, startled by his act. Your eyes hazy so you tried to rub off the lingering sleep to get clear access of your surrounding.

Your eyes met once again the raging one, he stood up, his warth evident in his every action. You stood up too, backed off, realising what you did. Jungkook didn't like that, -you moving back, the fear that your eyes held, the silence that you posed, it was frustrating to him, and it bothered him to feel that way.

Your steps halted when you felt the wall behind you, your heartbeat once again going frenzy.

" Who the hell are you! What are you doing here? Who the fuck gave you permission to touch me?" His words and domineering voice made you cover down. "Why the fuck aren't you speaking? Are you mute?" Your shivering form froze, the question you dreaded most. No, you weren't , but you couldn't speak, you just can't. You lowered your head, tears forming in your eyes, as memories from past invaded your thoughts.

"Answer my damn question!! Are you really mute!" Jungkook growled, growing more impatient with your quivering and silent form.

"Look. into. my .eyes . Now tell me! Why aren't you answering huh? can't you speak! " He pressed his words, he jaw clenching painfully tight.

You nodded your head, one could have missed it, if Jungkook wasn't stading in close proximity with you. You raised you head, your blurry eyes met his wide once, now it was him who stood perplexed. He misjudged the situation right? The anger which was too palpable in his veins, seemed to have been subdued when he met your eyes. On contrary he felt a painful tug at his heart.

"Y- You can't speak ?" His words a soft question. You nodded once again. Jungkook tried to process the information, this new information about this new girl oddly disturbed him.
'W-what are y-you doing here then?" He asked, trying to avert his attention. You pointed towards his wrapped knuckles.
" You d-did t-this ?' The revelation amazed Jungkook, it was first time that someone other than himself and his mother tended his injuries. No one just cared enough. Even he stopped caring.

"You touched me ? without my permission?" He knew the answer but he wanted to know why?

You said sorry in sign language but soon closed your eyes in irritation when it dawned on you that he cannot understand what you were gesturing. But this boy shocked you.

"It's rude to touch other's without permission, I will take your apology this time but next time dont repeat it." He said, a feeble warning lingering in his words. You nodded your head, your eyes locked onto his brown ones. Then something clicked in Jungkook's mind.
"What were you doing in the hallway if you can't bear such incidents ?" He asked as he backed off, his hands folding in front of his chest. Your tensed figure relaxed on the new found personal space. You hesitated, 'Should I gesture, but how much he know?' You thought to yourself, your hands awkwardly hanging in air, he saw you contemplating. "I understand sign language quite well." he said, easing your stress. " prof. Jeon said to meet the guy named Jungkook, said he will help me with my class and finding the way around." You gestured, Jungkook brows shut up. why would his mother do that? She knew he didn't like company.

" Prof Jeon ? She really did that ? "
He confirmed, not quite trusting his senses. You noded firmly, hoping he might tell you about this Jungkook guy. He assessed your features, he wouldn't deny he found you utterly adorable, but what piqued his interest was your apparent innocence. Your cheeks still had some tears lingering on them, his hands moving to wipe them off. Startling you with his suddent action. Your cheeks heated up, eyes wide in apparent shock, Jungkook noticed the change, his heart fluttering from the affect he had on you, he knew he possesed good looks but it never made him as proud as he felt at that. He retracted his hand, stuffing his itching fingers in his pants pocket. Turning towards the door, he spoke to you"Let's go then. We already have missed two classes." He paused. his eyes locking into your."by the way, I am Jungkook."

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Hello precious, I hope you liked the edited part. it took me alot of patience, sanity and courage to edit my 3 years old written work. Do tell me did you like it. i am not changing scenes, just a lil alteration. Also, I thought, it will be ggood if I provide more clearity in the first book, so that you can enjoy the second book happily.

Don't forget to take care of yourself, you matters darling. Appreciate yourself, even when others fail to do so. I am proud of you.
Smile my precious 🥰

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Chapter 2

You were still trying to wrap your head around the new information, finding the apparent fault in your stars that  paired you with Jungkook, the notorious, troublesome boy, and you don't need anymore information than you yourself have known till now. And if this wasn't enough, universe had other plans because when you thought you would quitely, without further attention, just slip inside the classroom , Jungkook was leading to- he stopped abruptly. You- too tangled in your thoughts to notice the pause - ran into his solid back. Great. you thought.

"You have trouble seeing too?"

Jungkook turned with a little frown on his forehead. You quickly shook your head, your fingers threading anxiously under his intense gaze. He stared at you for few seconds, and then turned around. This time you hoped that he-"If anyone - even as much as- is found lingering around her, let alone the trouble, will be on the recieving end of my wrath." and with his words, your hopes came crashing down, along with the nervousness, your eyes didn't have to look to see that every pair of eyes was centred on you two, the new found attention clogged your windpipe, your heart thumping too loudly in your ears amidst the hushed silence of the class,  numbing your anxious mind and fingers. You stood there as such, waiting that he might be joking, that you weren't the subject of his speech, that you weren't the one who was now judged, gaped at- by the whole classroom. Yes, you wanted to be left alone, but not this way. Never. A heavy rock sat on your lungs, blocking its functioning, your mind hurling different scenarios at you, scenarios that included you and other students, scenarios that included you and their exclamations, scenarios- "Let's go. " Jungkook voice cut through your thoughts, your shaky pupils met his and with the meshed up thoughts, you seeked refuge in his suggestion. hence, you walked a long agonizing walk, a full of scrutinizing eyes walk, and when you thought your knees might give up, Jungkook stopped. "Here, you can take the window side." he said with caution, motioning you to go inside. and aimlessly you did. The rock still weighing down your respiratory system. You didn't utter anything, too conscious of the gaze burning on your skins, crawling inside your mind, disturbing you without and within.

"You are shivering." Your eyes snapped towards his, glaring at him.

"Why did you say that?" your fingers worked on their own volition. Jungkook glared back, but your sharp gaze was enough that you don't appreciate his efforts to swat away the trouble these noisy kids could have brought with them- to you.

"To make your life simple."

"Is it now?"

"Isn't it?" Jungkook grunted, his patience running low.

"They are watching."

"good then, will help them to memorize your contours." Your fingers shook with building anxiety and anger on his balant reply. You heaved a sigh, you need to calm yourself, you need to focus on your blurry vision, need to deviate your attention towards anything, just away from him- and your eyes flicked towards the window. You turned your back on him, not wanting to let him see the tears of frustration, his courtesy; tears of building fear- fear of getting judged, fear of looked down by- , again his courtesy.

"the hell!" You flinched when you heard his hoarse voice, hissing at your affront. Nobody spoke- occasionally a student would try to whisper but one glare from Jungkook and he will shut off. You tried to think of trivial things, such as  the birds that were perked up on the branch of the willow, and  your thoughts took turn when they flew away, a longing in your eyes to be just like them, free from the shackles of the life you found yourself now.

"Good morning everybody." A familiar voice brought you back to the present, looking ahead you found Prof, Jeon. Everyone stood up, returning the gesture with a respectful bow. When you stood straight, her eyes found yours and she gave you a small smile, but the anxiety from before still lingered in your shaky limbs, refraining you from returning that sweet smile.

"So today we have a new student among us."

And that shakiness returned when she called out your name. Her intention- kind - to introduce you to the class but your inside turned when you found yourself the centre of attention. third time in a day.

"She's Y/N and I hope you will treat her nicely" She spoke in a firm manner. "And don't bother her much. " No please- you begged internally, that she won't say anything. But your hope crushed, bile rose upto yout throat when she said the next words. "She prefer solitude, so refrain yourself from invading her privacy. Am I understood?" Her intention was pure but the looks you got from students afterwards were devouring your insides. "Yes ma'am." Their voices sounded growl of hungry wolves in your ears. You didn't wanted this. You didn't want any pity, any curious glances on your figure, but it was happening now, and this unasked attention  shook your knees, twisted your inside, to the point that your own skin felt uncomfortable, your fingers itchy to scratch the skin. But admist all - you tried to refrain yourself, your tried to take deep breaths, you looked for a distraction but unknown to you, your figure was shaking; fat, heavy tears rolled down your cheeks; you were already on the verge of having panic attack, too late to control the heavy gasps that left your lips, feeble attempts to inhale air, to stop the building suffocation- but none worked because you ended up chocking, and finally a breathy sob escaped your lips when your ear caught the faint murmurs of the student behind. Your mind went blank, your fingers already itching your nails, drawing blood out them- but you were far too gone to grasp the reality, your fears have come true, mocking you on your face, poking you on your back. "She cannot speak?" "She better not, she's nuisance anyway." "She's a burden, doing nothing. A sloth." "Worthless" "Now look at her crocodile tears."

Jungkook swore he won't speak to you. He had already passed his limits to have conversations, and he surely didn't wish to bear any of your tanturms but all the resolutions broke when he heard a breathy sob. His eyes widened when he found you figured furled, shaking badly. His arms went around you, embracing you- to calm down your outer shakkiness and hoping to soothe the inner turmoil too.

"Hey, what happened?" Even Jungkook was surprised at his modesty towards you. He absolutely detest tears, or soft hearted person- as per to him, people cry for attention- but yours didn't repulsed him, quite the opposite, they tugged his heart, brought him closer to you, made him to run soothing circles on your back.

His question paused the whirlwind of thought inside your heart, and then came the unexpected intimacy, he embraced you, h-he hugged you. Your body stilled at an unexpected gesture but then when it sensed the warmth, registered the soothing pats and rubs, it shook more violently. Your hands clutched onto him, afraid that it might be one of your delusional thoughts.

Jungkook scooped you in your arms, his own ears ringing from the wishpers of the studens. He looked at his mom, who looked worried, and nodded. Your shakiness shook him too, but he stood firm and took you out from the hushed wishpers of the students, and then the shaking stopped, it was too abrupt that Jungkook doubted you passed out-"Fuck" and you really did.

He carried you to the same room you brought him to, this time it was you who laid on the bed, but your grasp on his shirt made it difficult for him to leave you, seeing no other choice, Jungkook just sat there, with you in his lap. "Fucking great." Jungkook scoffed at his present situation. If anyone had said he would tend to a sensitive girl, he would have punched them straight on their faces, but here he was, actually doing so. Holding a girl he met just few hours ago, trying to calm her down. He himself was shocked to see him initiating the skinship. His skin would burn if anyone else dared to touch him, but here he was, voluntarily touching you without any feeling of disgust, rather he found his muscles relaxing from your warmth. He sat there patiently, hearing you breath softly, he didn't know attention bothered you this much, if he knew, he would have told the classs when you weren't present. "Great kook." Jungkook shut his eyes when he realised that he also had a say in your current situation. He will make it to you. He will try to be more patient, so he sat. Didn't move even when his leg begged him to move to shoo away the cramp. And then you stirred. Jungkook's eyes rested on your figure, your hold on him lossened and he took the opportunity to lay you down in a comfortable position.

Your head throbbed wildly, as if someone was hammering it, your eyes squinted close and when you opened them, it took you minutes to finally adjust your vision to the bright lights of the room. Your mind still hazy, trying to recollect your thoughts. Sitting up you looked around the room, no one was there- and then it struck you. Everything, Jungkook's words, Prof. Jeon introduction and your anxiety attack.

'God, how will I face everyone now? They will talk about me, they will laugh at me, they will mock-' No no, don't go there' You consoled yourself. You have already wasted half of your day at the infirmary, you cannot waste anymore- 'what if someone called mo-' Your eyes widened, your fingers once again shook with anxiety- 'If mom found- s'she', your eyes filled with tears, the familiar itchy feeling returned in your nasal passage. You got out of bed to go to Prof. Jeon but then when you stood up from the bed in haste, your head whirled, you stumbled and had it not been two strong arms holding you, you might have hit your head and passed out. Again.

"Girl, can you not function properly?"

You heard him grumbling as he helped you to sit down, but that's not your concern now. You lifted your head, meeting his eyes-

"I need to talk to Prof. Jeon." Jungkook frowned at your sudden demand.

"How about you calm down? You just woke up after a panic attack, you cannot get another one. "

"No no, I need to talk"

"See, if you are worried about her class, I will ask notes and she understands. But if you want to call your parents then-"

"No!" You almost spoke, had even if you were able to.

"Mom hadn't infrom anyone yet. I told her it will be better if we wait for you to wake up. If you wish-" You cut him, shaking your head violently.

"Okay, we won't. Just don't shake." His words eased the building nervousness in your body, but wasn't enough to calm you down entirely.

"Do you want to eat something?" Jungkook asked, his eyes focused on your disoriented ones. His words reminded you, where you actually are.

"Lecture? Which class do we have?" Jungkook let out a labrous breath, for him you just cannot answer simply.

"It's lunch time, so do you wish to eat anything?"

"Why are you here?" Instead of replying, you retorted. You were genuinely confused as why he was here with you, when he could be just doing whatever he usually does. But Jungkook was exasperated, his jaw clenched and he closed his eyes to regain his posture, reminded him that you are light hearted, and maybe you are really inquisitive about his doings.

"I -I well y-you" Jungkook looked down, his teeth clenched shut, 'why is it so damn hard to apologise?' He thought himself and then looked at you, who had a puzzled look.

"I wanted too," He shrugged, a strange heaviness settled on his heart as he watched your eyes cast down.

"Had nohing better to do." 'Greast Jungkook.' he mocked himself, feeling agitated over his words.

"thank you, you didn't have to. I am sorry for causing the trouble." You said, your eyes casted downwards, your fingers messing with your dress's fabric. An unknown pressure bubled inside you, the feeling of being a burden slowly settled inside you. Your breathing once again getting uneven.

" What do you even think? Calm down, okay? No one's saying anything. There's nothing to be apologetic. As I said, it was my wish."

Jungkook said non chalantly, not understanding why were you - just the way you were. He has never met someone who's just- so like you. You were like a unique star in the mundane night sky. Yet he couldn't bring himself to not be him, his patience knows little limits and his anger, God, he needs to work over it if he wished to be you- 'what the hell. why I am thinking like this?' he shook his head, not wanting to pay any heed to his wandering thoughts.

His eyes once again found your meek figure and then at the self assault you were implementing on your fingers. Without second thoughts he held your cold hand. The touch startled you but it astonished him more. The cold touch against his warm hand brought a strange feeling in his heart. On the other hand, you stilled, your action stopped and you looked at him. The touch wasn't uncomfortable, quite the opposite, it was balmy but why?

"it's irritating." He spoke bluntly and then hissed, 'God, you are insufferable, Jungkook.'

Your heart ached, you didn't expect anything yet his reply hurt you. You nodded slowly, not meeting his eye . Your apparent avoidance of eye contact irked Jungkook, it was infuriating- to get too much afffected by your action. He stood up suddenly, startling you in the process.

"Let's get going. Although I don't give a shit-" you winced at his tone, "but you do, so let's get going. "

You were quick to move, "Slow down, geez- you don't wish to stay intact right?" He let out impatiently.

"Sorry." You signed as you moved with more care.

"here, go in." Jungkook tipped his head towards the classrroom.  Your eyes roamed towards his figure and then towards the classroom. "Don't you have class too?" You inquired him and watched as he let out an exasperated sigh.

"Need to get something to eat, do you want anything?" He asked, arching a brow.  Your didn't look into his eyes, his each and every action intimadated you, but then you realised what he said.

"A  strawberry shake? But I can come-"

"don't. Just take your seat, reserve one for me. I will be back."

He said and turned on his heels. You stood there, watching his back, for you he was strange person, yet you cannot deny that he had a good heart. Letting out a heavy sigh, you moved inside the classroom, it was empty, you mentally thanked God, and sat down. And finally after much trouble, you heart was functioning normally.  Unknowingly your attention diverted down at your hands, they were injured. 'isn't it just great?' you thought sarcstically but after today's event you found it hard to care anymore.

"Here," Jungkook said, pushing a strawberry milk and a sandwich infront of you. 

"You should eat something, or else you will faint again." he replied to your unasked question, and settled beside you, holding banana milk in his hand.

"Thank you." you gestured but then inquired-"You won't eat?" Your actions intrigued him, never he met someone who just care too much.

"I don't have an appetite." he quoted and turned his head towards the front.

You didn't agrue more, just tore the sandwich in half and placed it in front of him.

"You should eat." With that much gesture, you turned your attention towards the tasty delights infront of you.  ' Heaven.' that's what you thought when you took the first sip of your beverage, and then with a serene expression, you had your little snack, unaware of eyes that watched your every action with child like curiousity. You were unique, everything about you was like an enticing mystery to him, and then his eyes fell on the sandwich. 'well there's nothing he cant do' and with that you both devoured your little meal.

You were collecting wrappers when Jungkook's question caught your attention.

"What are you doing?"

"Throwing this in the dustbin. Where are yours?" You questioned him, searching for his wrappers and then found them under his chair, Jungkook loked at you, trying to decipher if you were jesting, apparently, you weren't. Shaking his head, he picked up his empty cartoon from the floor. You  narrowed your eyes on him, but he just shrugged.

"Swipers will clean eventually." You didn't bother to say more, knowing you had no right to lecture anyone in particular. So you took the wrappers and threw them in the trashcan.

"You are a deligent kid, aren't you?" He mused when you sat back, beside him- this relieved him but he dismissed the thought.

"I like to follow rules. " You said, taking out your notebook. Students have started to enter and so does your anxiety but jungkook's figure blocked the vision of swarming students. "So you overthink everything?"

"Excuse me." You gestured with a tiny scowl on your face. Jungkook found your reaction amusing. His lips twitched slightly.

"You see, the way you are eyeing these students, I hate to break it to you but they won't eat you alive and these thickheads are too self indulged to pay attention to you."

He was downright rude, he was balant, something you don't cherish much, actually even the slightest.

"Why do you care?"

"Well, I am bored." Your mouth fell apart at his reply. Wow, he. was. rude. You thought better than to entertain him and to your luck, the teacher entered and you started your lesson.  Whole time you were focused on the class, Jungkook's attention was on you. luckily, you were far too absorbed to notice that. On the other hand, Jungkook was relieved to see you working normally, and patting himself that even though his words painted him as a jerk, he successfully managed to divert your attention.

Why though? He didn't wish to reply.

"Where do you think you are going?" Jungkook asked when you stood up after attending the last class of the day.

"Home" You gestured, collecting your things. "I will drop you off c'mon. " His words froze you. You shook your head instantly. No, you cannot. If your mother sa- "No, I can manage myself. Thank you for guiding me whole day. I won't trouble you from tomorrow." You bowed when you completed your little signs.

"It's no big deal. let's go." He said, without even considering your words. You shook your head, now he was making you uneasy. You don't want anymore trouble.

"Please, I will be fine." Jungkook gazed into your pleading eyes, which wavered, about to filled with tears. You were infuriating, your emotions exhausted Jungkook, how can a person express so much and over that was able to get shaken up by simple things?

"I will drop you off till the road, then do whatever you want." He said and took your bag from your hand and walked away.

You snatched your bag from him, if anyone saw him holding your bag, or even nearby you, a chill ran down your spine on the what ifs. Your action caused Jungkook to trun around. "WHy can't your understand, I don't want it. Please. " and with those words you hastily walked away from the classroom.

Jungkook keep punching the poor bag, his vision empowered by your despair eyes. And to fuel the anger were your ignorance and your distant behaviour.

  Why? This is what even he was unaware of, and this irked him more.

He wished to be with you but apparently you didn't reciprocate the same. Just one day and you were already all over his mind.

Yelling and groans were only thing that echoed in the entire room . His mom heard it all but didn't dare to go in because she knew how it was like when he was furious, so she let him be till he calmed down. And when, no more breaking of glasses were heard, she knocked softly on the door, and entered when she found the door unlocked. 

" What happened love ? Another fight?" Mrs. Jeon asked as she settled beside him on the bed, Jungkook instantly laid his head on her lap, embracing the peaceful feeling his mother brought with her. She didn't speak further, just kept massaging his head, for she knew he will come around.

She asked sitting beside him as he immediately kept his head in her lap, Running her comforting fingers inside his messy lock , he heaved a sigh. Snuggling more into his mother's warmth . She waited for him to speak because she knew he will and she wanted to give him all the time he want.

"Why she dont want to be near me mom?" Jungkook mumbled softly, Mrs Jeon furrowed her brows but a smile adored her lips when she realised whom her son was talking about.

"Y/N ?" she said, despite knowing.

"hmm, I was trying to help her but she kept pushing me away . Am I that bad eomma?" His murmur tugged his mother's heart, she wanted to tell him the he was lovable, just people are blind to cherish his light. She didn't speak though, and listened as he rambled  about your behaviour, and after all that his eyes found her eyes, seeing nothing but love and care for him, his safe place. She placed a loving kiss on his forehead as she answered him.

" love, She's new" She spoke softly,  'and over that she has anxiety issues, any kind of attention from large crowd can trigger her emotions." Jungkook listened, he knew how it felt to be conscious of other people's doing. " You know that she can't speak, right?" he nodded, he still found it hard to wrap his mind around it. " She's not mute by birth and she's not completely mute. Due to some trauma she's holding herself from speaking."

"You met her today only, give her time. She's delicate and soft and your harsh and forcefull way won't help you if you wish to be her friend." Mrs. Jeon said in a firm manner, knowing well enough about her son.

His doe eyes stared ahead of him, trying to understand what she was saying. He got it but now what? You were already scare of him, what shou;d he do now?  And if he can be sure of something, then it was that you will wheep to your heart's content. Hissing at his stupidity, he looked at his mother, asking for help

with eyes only. His mother smiled knowing her son's thoughts.

"How about you apologize for your behaviour? Might give her some chocolates, girls love them." Mrs Jeon mused, as much cliche it sounded, Jungkook was willing to do just so you wil spare him your attention.

"That will work ?" Still he asked, dubious of his mother's suggestion. 

"Only if you will apologize sincerely and never to do anything she's not comfortable with, and remeber  don't touch her, without her permission." She said solemly.

"She's a girl, love. She need respect and You should respect her privacy . Not only her but others too. If anyone touch you , you despise it" He nodded his head,  "Then remeber this too, okay?"

"I promise. I won't touch her without her permission and I will apologize too. Thank you eomma. " Jungkook hugger her, a hope blooming inhis heart, that it might not be too late to start a friendship.

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Chapter 3

Next day came a little hastily. You were still stuck on yesterday's event and to make it worse for you, you had a growling stomach,'told you to wake up early,' your inner voice mocked you, but you didn't have energy to retort because it was true, only if you had woken up early, you could have grabbed something to eat. Without sparing attention to your surrondings, you went upto your locker, 'I need to wake up early, then I can have something to eat- ' Your thoughts stopped altogether when you saw the tasty delights in your locker, 'Who could have?' 'You need them.' 'That's not right, I don't even know who put it here.' 'Well, your loss.' You won't deny thart you wished to have them, afterall the person left those in your locker for you to enjoy but no, your conscience won't let you, so you searched throught the locker, trying to find anything else that could help you. 'here, it is,' you thought picking up a small sticky notes, your curious face fell when you read the letter, "Sorry for my behavious.' You let out a deep sigh, you don't know what to think about this note, you doubt if it's a sincere apology. And you cannot accept something when the person's intention aren't sincere. You took out the chocolates, hoping to meet him in the class and return these to him. Your hunger seems to have evaporated, a new worry invading your thoughts. 'I wish for peace only, how hard it can be?'

When you reached inside classroom, you realised that you were too caught up into your own meshed thoughts that you didn't feel the familiar fear of being the centre of attention, and to your relief, nobody paid attention, everyone too caught up in their own business. Your eyes on their own accord went towards the last bench, and there he sat, the only boy you knew so far, a walking trouble, Jeon Jungkook.

He was doing something on his notebook. too engrossed to pay attention to his environment. You steps dwindled, watching him, his contours furrowed as if the work he was doing required a little more concentration, his tongue poking inside of his left cheek, and for you even while working, his features intimidated you. Shaking your head, you went torwards him, placing the treats in front him, he flinched, but then relaxed when his eyes found you.

"I don't fanthom the idea of recieving vacuous apologies and gifts. Actually, there's no need for anything. Why can't you just let things be?" Jungkook understood what you were tring to convey but he failed to grasp the meaning behind your words. But one thing that irked him was how balantly you said his apology was insincere.

"you seems to know much better about apologies huh? And I don't wish you hold grudges on me, so that's why I gave you these but seems like you don't reciprocate the civility." You stood perplexed, your mind just focussed on his direct words. He made it sound as if you were the wrong one yet he was apologising.

I would have appreciated but apology seemed no way near to genuine one. ANd i dont hold grudges. " You gestured, stadning firm on your ground, well this wasn't same for Jungkook. "The fuck is wrong with you" you flinched but Jungkook was too agitated to notice. "Who are you to judge? I said I am sorry, yet here you are and if you didn't wish to keep these shits, then throw them away, why to bring these here and bother me?" Your shoulder slumped on his temprament. " ANd you said you were sorry." You sighed before you turned around and occupied a seat in the front row, leaving a seething and cursing Jungkook behind you. 'Just great' Jungkook thought, messing his locks. Before he could approach you, the teacher entered, dismissing the encounter he wished for.

Book is not just a catalogue of words, it's a relam hidden in the tapestry of alphabets, it's the real metaverse becasue in books, every story ends, lest it be merry or doleful, and ending are always better than an uncertain tomorrow, it's easier to walk when you know there's an end; things might be exhausting but end promises the exit. And you found yourself once again in another world of book during the free lecture. It's the ultimate cure for you, you were anxious for this new start, new enviornment but books calmed you down, and the best things? You were in the library. After having the information regarding your schedule and notes, you were now enjoying your book, away from the stir of the classroom and students. Your eyes hung over the words which unfruled infront of them, and unknown to you, another person observed your each and every action, how your lips tugged upward, how you pull your lower lips underneath your teeth and how you close your eyes when you find the written words overwhelming. He found it hard to remove his gaze, for he felt hypnotized via your presence.

When Jungkook said he would find you and talk to you, he didn't imagine himself sitting in the library and gawking at you. No definetly not, but truth behold, here he was, too stunned to wander his eyes, not even the fear of getting caught made him avert his gaze from your figure. You enticed him, your actions pulled his inquisitive self, he found himself asking,'how can she be so calm yet can be shook from the situations? ' it was mysetry to him, just as how water can be serene yet a single billow of wind can stir number of waves in it, disrupting its calm self.

the final bell pulled you both out from your respective worlds, he watched you as you let out an exhausting sigh, a visible slump on your shoulder and tutted lower lip, he observed you when you stood up, not even bothering to spare an ounce of attention to your surrondings, his eyes didn't deter from your figure till you left his vantage. But Jungkook sat there, engrossed in his thoughts, thinking back to the morning's encounter, his apology was sincere, he even went out of the line to buy you those sweets yet it didn't appear genuine to you? He breathed through his nose when he realised that instead of solving things, he just tangled it more. He stood up, his mind focussed on one thing only and he knew he need to talk to his mom if he wish to make things better.

" She didn't accept your apology?" Mrs. Jeon uttered as she left her work and gave attention to her concerned son. Jungkook gave a grave nod, plopping down on the sofa, beside his mother, like always- nestling in her lap.

" Mom , I wrote her an apology letter and gave her chocolates too, yet she didn't accept them. She even said my apology isn't sincere, how can she be the judge of that?"

she nodded as she heard him conversing about the events, but then something striked her.

"What did you write in letter ? " she inquired although she had the gist that her son didn't wrote impressive words.

"apologies for my behavior" a pause, Mrs. Jeon waited for a reply but all she got was a dejected and frustrated look from her son.

"Ouch!" Jungkook exclaimed rubbing his temple where his mother just flicked him. His eyes narrowed as if asking what was his fault whereas Mrs. Jeon just shook her head dejectedly. " that my dear son is by no means a letter, and I can't even blame her for not accepting your apology. You did lots of things, you need to be specific about them, show how you wish to redeem yourself. Letters are conversation we are hesitant to unfurl, you don't get to write four words and call it a letter. " Jungkook's gaze lowered as he absorbed his mother's words, and now if he look things in the light, his sincere apology did sound vacous- the way he presented it.

" And if I am not wrong, your response to his wasn't feeble too?" Mrs. Jeon inquired and she knew that if Jungkook wished for a friendship, he has to earn it through gentle ways, his usual ways will not show him the right path this time. " If you truly seek a bond, first thing you need is to be shameless, shameless to owe what wrong you did, shameless to apologies setting aside your ego, shameless to ask for a friendship, a second chance, a deep converasation, whatever it is, confront them; and second most important thing is patience, give the other person time, give them a benefit of doubt, show that you respect their decision, only then a true bond can flourish and thrive." The words came from an experience, because life teaches us lessons that are brutual to learn but wise to live upon.

Day 1

You dragged your figure across the halway, your mind stuck on the morning scenarios, 'You just cannot wake early, right?' Your inner voice mocked you and although harsh, it was ture, you couldn't bring to get out of bed after a tiring day and then just to live another one. Still caught up with your thoughts, you opened the locker, the first thing that caught your eyes was a letter, the lurid colour of the letter made you wince but nonetheless you opened the letter,

"Good morning Y/n,

Are you having a good morning? You might be, or I hope you are. How's your family doing?"

Your head tilted when you read the words, 'it's his first time writting the letter', you shook you head but read ahead neverthless.

"I hope they are doing great too,

Well, I realised that we didn't have an official introduction, so Hello, I am Jeon Jungkook, we study in same class."

You pitied the poor boy, he's so awful at this.

"I think you have gist why I am writting this? I believe I haven't been a good companion to you,"

You scoffed,' you believe? you actually weren't'

" and my actions have involuntarily inflincted pain to you. I wish to convey my apologies, I looked over my past action and realised they were quite hostile. I seek your forgiveness but no conditions, take your time. I, although am not a patient person, but I seek a friendship with you, so I will learn to be one.

and I left something for you, don't return it back, this time.

sincerely,

Jungkook"

At the end of the letter, your lips curved up slightly. You felt a warm fuzzy feeling inside you, eyes moistening on the apparent display of respect for your emotions, you sniffed when you noticed a strawberry milkshake and that was all it took for the fat tears to roll down your cheeks. Till now, you weren't a significant person, you had to come to believe the same too, afterall how long a human mind can deny the only reality its exposed to- but here, reading those last few lines made you feel significant, and that tugged your heart. You held the letter close to you, taking the treat with you towards the classroom. You wanted to thank him for his efforts, for his words, and forgiveness? You wanted him to be a patient person.

Jungkook laid on his bed, holding a small note on his hand, his cheeks tinted with light hues as he read the words,

"Girls don't necessarily like pink, over that the bright pink. And in letters we don't ask formal questions, it is all about well wishes and whats in your heart, but I appreciate your efforts, thank you for writting the letter."

Day 2

Today you found another letter, you didn't expected this. When you said about the forgiveness, you wanted to see if he could give you space but you didn't averse the idea of the pastle coloured letter. You looked behind it, and you were right, he left you another treat. Taking out everything, you strolled towards the ground. You had a free lecture today and you had a letter to read, so what's harm in having a little lesiure time? Taking a comfortable positon underneath a tree, you sipped the treat as you read the first words,

"Hey,

I hope you are doing fine.

Do you like the colour now?"

'I do', you thought with a tiny smile on your lips.

"I wish to tell you that I wasn't aware of your anxiety issues,"

You stopped reading, you felt as if someone had shook you awake from the dream, dream where you were fine, where you weren't you. But instead of letting your mind to overpower you, you read ahead with clogged throat and heavy heart,

"and trust me when I say that it's fine, it's natural, you, me, and many other like us are normal. We are unique in our own way. Think it in this way, few people don't like mint ice cream, but few like me does, this doesn't means I am not normal, we all have our preferences, and yours is your personal space. I apologies I didn't concern your comfort. I will be more mindful of it now.

I hope you have a great day ahead,

Jungkook."

and once again you had tears rolling down your cheeks, his words amazed you, touched your heart. He said words in such a simple yet deep way that you rethought why you harbour such feelings about yourself now? Or maybe, you know why but still, why to let them effect you so much?

Jungkook held the paper in his hand, a little curve on his lips but he scoffed whimsically when he read the words inside it.

"Thank you for your genuine words, I didn't know I needed them. I am grateful for it, for your efforts but- you were jesting when you wrote you like mint ice cream? WHo likes that- or maybe you really do. I am sorry, but if that's the case, I need to reconsider my decision. "

Day 3

You took your seat under the tress, sipping the treat and reading his words, but on the first few words you choked on your drink, taking a deep breath you calmed down, before reading the entire letter.

"Hey,

you can't be an icecream racist! As I said, everyone has different choices, you cannot just leave me out just because of this.

But I wanted to tell you that you study alot, aren't you a deligent student, and I am not doing this to get notes, you really like to study. I admire that.

I am sorry for our first encounter, I don't like when people touch me, that's why I lashed out and I know this does not justify my actions but I hope you consider that I didn't acted the way I did voluntarily. Also, I have never comunicated with anyone other than my mom, so I easily get frustrated. But don't worry, I am trying to be calm person now.

I hope you have a good day ahead,

Jungkook

ps. maybe I need your notes ;)

You shook you head as you read his last words, but this letter made you realise that he's not an insensitive person, like you, he has his reasons too. And you almost forgave him but- 'Is he a patient person now?'

"Hey,

You flatter well, but I am sorry, you should do your own work.

Also, there's no word such as ice cream racist, and I am still skeptical about your choices.

But, neverthlesss, Thank you for your efforts and the treat. I like it.

I feel like I should give you something to, so here's something, I saw you had it on your first day. Have a nice day too.

And, hello. My name is Kim Y/N.

Nice to know you Jungkook"

Jungkook poked his inner cheeks on your words, a feeble attempt to hide his widening smile. He didn't knew he liked conversation, or was it just because they came from your ends. 'She still hasn't forgiven me though.'

Day 10

These days you looked forward to coming school, and suprisingly you were able to wake up early. You have forgived him, but you were hesitant to talk to him, so you both still exchanged letters, and you both liked it this way more. You opened the locker, a pout formed on your lips when you noticed nothing new. 'Maybe he got tired?' You thought, sighing exhaustingly and moving towards your classroom.

Jungkook didn't came to class, today.

You sulked the whole day.

Day 11

He didn't came today too.

You were irritated the whole day, assaulting your books.

Day 12

He wasn't present today, now you were worried,

' Mrs. Jeon comes everyday, then why don't he? Is everything fine? Is he fine?'

After overthinking for whole two hours, you finally mustered the courage to talk to Mrs. Jeon, 'She would know where he is right?' 'What would you say?' you inner voice inquired, 'I want notes, or anything. I am his friend, I can ask about him.' You dismissed your thoughts and went to her office.

She smiled when she looked at you, greeting you warmly, you bowed , and showed her the note.

'Is Jungkook Fine?Why isn't he coming school?'

Her lips curved after reading your letters, as she gestured you to take a seat.

"He's resting. Apparently this boy cannot stay away from trouble for long. He really tests my patience. He got into another fight, injured, and doctor advised that it will be of best interest if he rests and heals his body. " Your eyes widened and then a restless look took over your face, you didn't know his fights can get this worse. You wanted to smack him, and ask if this was how he was going to be calm and patient person. Mrs. Jeon noticed your troubled expression and offered if you wish to meet him after the school. You were relieved but you shook your head.

"You don't wish to?" She inquired but then you wrote something on the paper and slid it to her.

" I can't visit after classes, can I skip them for today and will you take me there ? Only if you are willing to ."

"Okay, I need to ask for permission and then we can go." She said after thinking for a while. You nodded eagerly as you both stood up, she went towards the office while you went towards your locker.

Mrs. Jeon felt at ease, knowing there was someone else, apart from her who care for her son, genuinely.

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Chapter 4

The room echoed with the soft snores of the boy sleeping rather soundly and sovenly, the ambience of room a sheer indication of the neglectance from the owner.

A low groan left Jungkook's lips as he heard the shrill ringing of the doorbell, his head still under the effect of the pain reliever the doctor has prescribed him.

"fuck" He murmured when he felt his head throbing, his irritation growing with each passing second due to the wrenching headache, in his mind he just wanted to find those scoundrels and beat them to the death, he didn't know that his contours showed an evident displeasure, but then a soft brush of fingers on his scalp soothed his pain, a soft sigh escaping from his lips and then finally he let himself have the much needed peacful slumber.

When you heard he was involved in a fight, you didn't really fanthom the traces to be this frightful, your heart ached seeing his countour filled with bruises and scratches, but a small part of you felt at ease that you can somehow ease his pain, so you let your hand caress his scalp and watched as slept soundly. Your thoughts drifting if he had his meals, but were cut off when you heard the footsteps behind you, your fingers instantly leaving their place, and impromptly his countours twisted into displeasure.

"He's been like this since last two days, even after pain killers, I don't know what to do, anymore." Mrs. Jeon sighed desolutely as she looked at her son. She was unable to get a wink of sleep, her son's painful features gripping her heart with worries.

You looked at her, contemplating if you should tell her that he might need few caress to calm down, but you were wary of her opinion. You are grateful she let you meet her son without judging you, you don't wish to step over the boundary, but then you couldn't bear the restless look on his face, and hence involuntarily your fingers found their previous position. You heard a tiny gasp beside you seeing Jungkook nuzzling and sighing contently.

"This boy, I have been doing the same for him, and yet after a few minutes he would grow restless." Your senses stopped listening when they registered that your touch calms him down,  'did he find my touch peaceful?'  you wondered in your head, your eyes involuntarily moving towards the sleeping figure of Jungkook.

"Darling, would you like to have something? It's his time for meds, as much as I don't like to disturb him but meds are important. " Her words brought you back to the reality, or maybe she was speeking all this while but you just paid attention to her now? Looking at her, you nodded mindlessly, you just needed to wake him-  wait, you stopped, you turned back to confirm if you heard it right but Mrs. Jeon was nowhere in the room, 'I guess I need to wake him up.' With hesitant and trembling hand you poked his forearm, he didn't budge, you tried once again. but nothing. 'What is he?' you frowned, this time you shook him, but no avail. Then you realised, you still had your fingers in his hairs, narrowing your eyes, you tried the only option available, you widrew your fingers and instantly you heard him groan.

Jungkook knew just one thing, he would have some serious conversation with the person who decided to not let him have his peaceful nap or if to be exact with the person who took away the balmy touch away from him. Reluctantly opening his eyes, he groaned when the impending headache stricked him,

"Fuck." he moaned in pain, his fingers about to press his bruises but a soft hold stopped him from doing so, with a grimance he opened his eyes, closing them instantly due to the sudden light,

"hell the light." he cursed, listening him you had to hold your own detesting expression on his choice of words. But after a few blinks he accoustomed to the lights.

Jungkook's P.O.V.

When I opened my eyes, the last thing I expected was seeing her, sitting just beside me, her soft countours etched with concern. I had to blink again, I might be dreaming again, something I seems to have been doing alot since past three days. But then, even after blinking, her form didn't deter, the concern that shone in her innocent orbs wasn't somethingt that I had encountered in my dreams, but why-

"You-" I stopped when she came forward, embracing me. 'are real.' this is what I intended to say but words were   hard to find when her arms found me. She brought warmth- she is warm, I sighed, not knowing what to do with my throbing heart beat, so I engulfed her, engulfing the peace she brought to me restless heart.

"You missed me?" I mused, trying to hide the apparent effect she has on me, but she shook her head, I tried to pull back, to see if she really meant it because I know, she didn't.

"Oh, then care to explain your actions,  Y/N shi?" I don't really fancy using honorifics with her, and if I have to be awfully honest, I have another name for her in my mind, but now I believe is not the best time.

I waited but I didn't hear anything rather felt-

"Y/N, are you crying?" and once again a head shake, but hell I can feel her tears soaking my shirt.

"Little one?" I called out softy, something I have started calling her recently for she appears as vulnerable and pure as kids, but she only held me tight.

"Hey, why are you crying? " I inquired once again, god, how to be patient with a doleful girl, who seems to hold special place in your heart too? But then I remembered mom's words, patience- Jungkook. So I waited, rubbing soothing circles on her back to calm her down. I wonder- shit. I don't think I need to wonder what caused her reaction, I was absent from last 2 or maybe 3 days, and now when she sees me I am all but fine, yeah- right Jungkook, way to frighten the poor girl's heart.

"I am fine, it-" I paused. Her red swolled eyes glared at me with such intensity that I had too.

'This isn't fine. Have you even spared a glance at yourself?" I swear, if she could speak  she would have shouted but only thing that reminded me that she's furious are her blazing eyes.

"I am not looking that awfull?" I tried, I haven't seen myself but who I am to fool? The pain is too evident in my muscles to let me forget that whatever I am experiencing is far from mediocre.

"You really look awful, my dear son." I closed my eyes when I heard mom's voice. Opening my eyes, I gave her a cheeky smile, she cannot stay mad at me for so long, how can she?

"Don't give me that look young man, here have something, and don't trouble Y/N, she was just worried about you."

My lips on their own accord tilted as I looked at the mentioned girl, who as if realising what mom has said appeared to carry shades of shyness on her cheeks, nervously fumbling on her fingers.

"Well that's what I was asking, you didn't have to hide it, Y/N shi. It's fine-"

"Jungkook, if you tease a little more, I am going to take her back to the school. So you better behave." That promptly shut me up, teasing aside, I don't want to miss having her beside me.

"Good, Y/N darling, if he didn't have anything just force him. I will just see few things and then we can leave ? I believe you want to get bcak at school before the working hours are over?"

She nooded and smiled, and I ? I just stared at her, how can one glow while smiling?

I snapped back to reality when she waved her hands in front of me, pushing the bowl of soup in front of me.

" You want to try it?" I asked her, eyeing the dish warily. Apart from many things, I don't fanthom the diet I have to follow whenever I fall sick or well fall sick.

"No thank you, you can have it. I have my own." She gave me a cheeky smile showing the apparent difference in our meals. I sucked my lower lip at her antics, for I know sweets comes first- for her. 'Don't worry just wait till I get better. ' I thought as I gave her a cold look before taking the bowl of soup.  But who was I even trying to intimate? The said girl had all her attention over those bloody chocolate muffins.

"A great wisher you are, aren't you? Here I am taking this bland soup and you are having these tasty treets, must I say shamefully, without even asking if I wish to have some or not."  I shook my head at last, trying to make my pitiable state more real, but did she consider my words? Ladies and Gentlemen, she didn't. All she did was assault my poor heart

with that absolute adorable expression on her face, eyes boring into mine as if she's deer caught in headlights, her mellow cheeks puffed up due to the sweet she just mercilessly devoured, and when I thought she might give me the last one- yes, might you notice the absence of all sweets,- but no,

"Woah, I doubt your intentions for coming here, little one." I tried to gauge her reaction, but good lord, only if she had one. She, without even a glance in my direction, had the last piece. Dejected, but more amused that no matter how timid she is, if it's sweets, she's willing to forget who she is and although I was jesting a minute ago but nothing is more refreshing than watching her to be herself.  So, instead of saying anything I- rather unwillingly- had the bland -tasteless soup.

"You were told to have your own food, why would I share mine with you?" Her fingers worked meticulously as soon as I looked up.

"Well, little one, a little courtesy would have been appreciated."

"No, that's not good for health."

"And you do not posses 'health'?"  I raised a brow, she pursed her lips, thinking what to say next, but then her brown eyes looked at me, a little smile playing on her lips as she signalled her next words.

"You are injured."

"So?"

"That means you should eat healthy and nutritious food to heal."

'That's awfully wrong way to put things but I would let you go because I know you were worried about me." My lips tugged upwards on their own as I uttered the last words, her cheeks promptly took up the shades of pink.

"Won't deny now, Little one?" I mused, titling my head to side.

"You didn't come for 3 days, I was just-"

"concerned about my well beings, I know little one." I said, causing her eyes to meet mine. Nobody spoke, for I know what was going inside her mind. When she forgave me, she made it clear, no reckless decision and if even within a span of seven days I am where I am, it seems she's disaapointed, might be little furious. I looked away, 'Just let me get my hands on thoe bastards.'

"You can ask," I looked at her, urging her to satiate her inquisitiveness. 

"You fought, why?" her expressions conveyed the inner turmoil she was going through.

"I didn't, that's why I am here. " Her eyes snapped towards me in bewilderment, then she shook her head,

"Why?" She inquired, her gaze vexed.

"Well little one, for first time I thought not to get into trouble, as per instructed by you, but then when I realised I need to protect myself I was out numbered, so here I am." 

" You are dumb." 

"Excuse me?" I asked, I might have read it wrong, shouldn't I be complimented? But, whatever she just adressed me isn't a praise?

"You are dumb, Jungkook."

"Why?"

"Reckon by yourself." And that was the last thing she said before she left the room, leaving a perplexed me for the seconf time of the day.

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I Hope you are taking care of yourself precious. Remember you are amazing, darling. I f you won't hold yourself, then how will God help you? He's watching, he's listening, so trust him.

I love you, precious. Take care of yourself.

Those readers who are reading this for second or third time, I am sorry for changing the storyline a bit but I cannot help but feel horrified by the way I have written things, and it's not about the grammer anymore, but the story line too. God bless my younger self or he actually did that's why she made it till here.

Although I am not planning to change entire things but If i feel my teenage self is getting too hormonal, I apologise darling, I don't fancy such embarrassment.

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Chapter 5

Y/N's P.O.V.

It's strange how you can find peace in different places - for someone it can be a person, for someone it can be a place, for someone it can be song, for someone it can be themselves, yet I find myself deprive of it. Why so? Why can''t I find peace?

The comfort that I have found is the badboy of our class, but peace- can it be him too?

I don't know, and it is too early to answer because it's been merely two weeks or so since I met that boy. I certainly can't claim someone my peace just because he seems to provide me comfort.

Oh, I surely won't fall into the trap of life. I already have a place where I can seek comfort but peace, my peace was snatched here only.

"Go upstairs, or do you need any special invitation to change your clothes? Don't be sleezy, come fast. You have to prepare the lunch too." My mother's snarky cadence freeze me. Turning around I give her a firm nod, my eyes focussed on my trembling fists. I hope she doesn't notice this. When I doesn't hear anything from her, I take my leave. It's good I had something back at his place.

Time is what I  don't have at my own demand in this house. So, it's better I hurry up. Practice makes a man practice, and in my case, stress is doing everything to make me perfect. Key point trying.

"You are walking too slow sweetie, care to speed up and make lunch? " Another remark, all while she's caught up in her work. The suffocation which was gone whole day, comes back. My chest tightens, and breathing, even after controlling, speeds up. Fortunately she leaves the kitchen without noticing my flurried state. So, I start with the lunch. Doing what I learnt at the age of 10 because according to my mother, I have to keep my husband happy and healthy. And a good wife knows how to cook good meals. Don't got there. I control my thoughts, giving up on the pacing heart and finish the task in hand.

When we sit to have our lunch, I wait for her to have her meal first, but her intense gaze tells me I have to have it infront of her. Incase I eat too much and gain weight- according to my mom a girl is better when she's slim- so she takes care of my intake. I know her ideology isn't right. But I don't know what's right though.

Today my heart is not in absolute depth of despairty, thanks to him.

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Life is ever changing, isn't it? A month ago I dreaded coming out of my room. Today, although the dread is still there, but it does not extend towards the school. From childhood to till now, outside world has terrified and panic seize me when thoughts of future invades my mind. I don't know what exactly future holds for me, but it doesn not seems to be merry knowing my parents have decided it.

Lets not go that way. I wonder if Jungkook will- how will he, he was really in bad state yesterday. And healing takes time. 

A dejected sigh leaves my lips, my  vision moving towards the swaying branches of tree. It's still early for the lecture to start, but I am not feeling like doing anything. What-

"Seems like I troubled myself for nothing." My hand flies to my startled heart upon hearing his deep whisper. Head turning towards the figure sitting beside me. Eyes widening realising it's really him. Sitting there, giving me his infamous raised brow and lip tilt with a sweet dessert in his hand.

"You are here." I gesture absent mindedly, and maybe I shouldn't have asked such a dumb question.

" As far as i can feel and others can see I am present- both physically and mentally,  but don't mind me you can live in your reverie. I will just wait for you while eating this damn thing which I don't like even a bit. But we should not waste food, so I need to have it." He mumbles and proceeds to open the wrapper. I am static. I don't know what should I gesture. I am happy, because I can feel the easing beats of my heart but it is scary, this familiarity is scary. Friends and I are strangers. How can I keep him when I can return nothing? And the pressure on my lungs returns. I glance outside, clenching my fingers to control the burning sensation in my eyes and nose. I don't want to cry. Why am I even crying? Why am I such a cry baby? I sniff, holding onto my blurry vision. What will he think now? That I cry over little things ? Will he think I am an attention seeker too? 

"hey. I was just kidding. It's yours. " The shiny wrapper along with the dessert slids in front on me and I blink at that. My vision clears up . I slowly turn my head towards him, and finds  his brown eyes focused on mine with panic swirling in them.  The stuck breath leaves my lungs, unclogs my throat and I avert my eyes when he doesn't .

"You can have it, Y/N. Also, I am fine. There's a little pain but I am fine enough to attend the lecture." He rumbles, awkwardly if I must mention. Because he doesn't really speak unless he mess up - or when he thinks he might have done something wrong and upset me.  Maybe he doesn't think the way mom thinks. I sighs, and take the chocolate. And just like I imagined, he shuts up. 

" Is there something that you likes more than chocolates?" I pause at his question, I believe not from all the sweet desserts I have tried. I admit my range of taste isn't vast but I haven't come across that can be more delicious than chocolate.  So I shake my head, and gives him a piece of chocolate which he denies instantly.

"You really don't want to give this to me. " My lips purse, he might be right but he doesn't need to know. So, I shake my head and glance towards the piece for him to take it.

His eyes narrow on the poor piece, and it's better I have it before he murder it. So, I pull back my hand.

And as soon as I eat the piece, I hear a scoff from Jungkook.

"I am not even suprised." He muse and the tease in cadence is enough for me to turn my head away from him before he spots my hued cheeks.

Once I am sure I can qualify for a human again, and not be disqualified for being a tomato, I turn around

"Ouch" He humbles and I huff out a painful breath. My fingers rubbing the spot which just collided with his forehead. I scoot back, glowering at his figure.

"What are you doing?" The displeasure is evident on my face but he doesn't mind, cause he's still rubbing that spot. It isn't that bad. . I huff, and wait for him to look at me. And when he does, I scowl again, but this  time he mimics me.

"Who hit someone this hard?" My mouth opens, but closes instantly- in disbelief .

"It wasn't a hit. It was an accident." I clarify, as much as I can without words. He looks like he doesn't believe me.

"What were you even doing?" I inquire, because I am on my spot. He is the one who has scooted closer. He gulps at my questions, eyes straying from one point to another till he meet my mine again.

"I was just checking if you were awake." My brow crease at that. I am sure I hadn't lay my head on window, how does one sleep while sitting straight?

"And you check on someone while coming closer?" I point out, he could have just called out my name.  I wasn't in deep thoughts.

"i-i called. You didn't respond." That's weird, I don't remember any such thing.  But maybe I was really deep in my thoughts. I nod and motion him to swat away, but he doesn't budge from his place.

"Wait, you have something on your left cheek." And before I could reach out, a warm touch sparks my skin, freezing me on the spot. My eyes jerk toward his- focused on my cheek, and I lowers them. Praying he doesn't hear the franctic beating of my heart or fiddling fingers or my blushing face.

Why is it that his proximity brings a strange type of flurriedness in my body?

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First of all, I would like to apologies for making you wait. Now, you don't have to wait anymore. You will get almost regular updates of this messy but cute love story. If you want snapshot of their moments, you can check my instagram profile in my bio. I am posting reels over there.

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