The sun was scorching eating up all the surroundings into it's heat. People continued their normal daily activities of a Tuesday afternoon.

The room was dark with only limited light of the sun making it's way. Silence fell through as the only sound of thudding and breathing presented itself.

Reminiscing every moment for the past few days were frustrating. Each emotion came in form of a punch. The punching bag was having it's worst day.

The male kept on punching as his head reminded of each gaze, look and expression towards....him.

Knuckles started to bleed but he couldn't care less. His gloves were long gone. The only thing that was in his mind was she was his and no one can take her.

The door flung open but he did not flinch even an inch as he continued doing his job.

Y/N entered the room to ask for an assignment only to see the room dark. Only a little light coming through.

She looked for him when her attention fell on the boy near the window,his focus on the punching bag.

Light coming through the peak of the closed curtains fell on his skin making him look ethereal. His flawless skin was glowing. The sweat dripping down his parted bangs shined while his body skin gleamed in sweat. Y/N swore she could have lost herself staring at the shirtless male infront of her who looked absolutely inhuman.

Y/N squinted her eyes when she saw something mismatch his skin colour as he picked on the navy blue bag mercilessly.

She took small steps and walked forward. Her heart started to beat faster when she realised it was blood.

"Jungkook..." She whispered

Jungkook was about to throw yet another merciless punch onto the bag but he froze. Her voice was truly an eutony.

He stopped and looked at her. She had a glint of worry and fear in her eyes. His expression softened at her.

"Y/N..." He said weakly

His body was drained from sweat and tiredness. He has been doing this all afternoon.

Y/N was least bothered about anything right now. Her only focus was on his now bleeding knuckles. She went forward and took his hand in hers. She dragged him and made him sit on the bed.

"Sit here.." She said and ran out of the room

She came back with a transparent box in her hand. The transparency showed the medicines and bandages inside it. Jungkook's lips parted realising it's a first aid kit.

She sat down beside him and took back his hands. She strated to apply the medicine.

Jungkook was lost into her. Lips parted he kept on looking at her. He came back to his senses when the medicine on his wounded knuckles sent a burning sensation making him hiss in pain.

"Sorry.." Y/N said feeling bad

Jungkook shook his head. Y/N continued to do her work as she bandaged both his hands.

After she finished. She started to pack up the first aid kit. She got up to put the first aid in Jungkook's cupboard.

"Thank you.." Jungkook whispered standing behind her.

"It's alright.. call me when you need to change the bandages I kept them h-" She got cut off

She turned around and saw the distance between her and Jungkook. Jungkook was looking down so he did not realise. Y/N thought it was the best to move but position was very inconvenient which disallowed her to do so.

Jungkook looked up and his breath got caught up in his his throat. He could feel her breath on his lips.

They were both flustered and did not know what to do. Unintentionally yet intentionally both their eyes diverted to each others lips. They looked back connecting their eyes again. Both their eyes contained a meaning they themselves could not interpret.

Jungkook was desperate but Y/N was puzzled over how much she wanted it and why. They both started to lean.

Eyes closed devouring in the feeling of their lips syncing with eachother. Jungkook's hand sneaked around Y/N's waist as her hands were on his bare chest.

Soon Y/N found herself putting her palm on his neck in intention to pull him closer. Jungkook's grip on her tightened as the both enjoyed the feeling of ecstasy. Silence surrounding them, hands all over eachother.

They parted in intention to breath. Foreheads attached as they held onto eachother. Y/N was about to realise what she was doing but Jungkook was faster. He captured her lips yet again.

Y/N lost herself yet again into the feeling. Jungkook picked her up and placed her over the nearest leveled furniture to hold her closer. He placed her on a small cabinet knocking over things. She cupped his cheeks as they enjoyed their time.

Little did they know there was someone who was watching the whole scene while he gripped onto the assignment paper in his hand with an extremely hard grip making it crumble.

He decided to not not watch the scene anymore as he stomped his was out. He was about to straight head for the door when Baekhyun called him out.

"Your leaving already?" He asked

He akwardly turned around trying not to make it obvious as he placed a fake smile on his face and answered.

"Yeah Jungkook is a little busy and I also got what I wanted so I'll be leaving" He said

"Okay bye then" Baekhyun replied waving off

He waved back as he turned towards the door. He got out immediately and took the lift to the basement.

Walking down the streets as hot tears flew down his eyes. He could not understand why he was so angry and that's what frustrated him the most. It's been years since they met and the only question that lingered on his mind was.

'Am I still not over her?'

He walked down the road all the way to the convenience store with a heavy heart.

He bought bottles of alcohol and head towards the empty park. He sat down on one of the benches as he reached the park and opened up the bottle of alcohol.

He gulped down the entire bottle in one shot. He was breathing heavily as the memory of Jungkook and Y/N making out replayed in his mind. More tears flows down his eyes. His eyes widened when he realised.

He had fallen for her again or he had never fallen out of her.

All the uneasiness when he saw them together. The clenching heart when she smiled at him. The infuriating sensation when he hurt her but he he could do nothing but stare. It all made sense to him.

He shook his head as his grip on the alcohol bottle increased. He gulped as many bottle as possible as his mind flooded with thoughts of her and him. He was horribly frustrated and felt wronged with.

He kept on crying. Until the last bottle of alcohol came to his hands. He drank it and his head fell on the bench seat. Tears flew down yet again.

"Why....?"

"Why her....?"

"Why her out of everyone else..?"

He spoke to himself and with that he took the last sip of the drink and passed out.

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