One last time(book 1)✅

17

•Jungkook•

Looking down at the dizzying ground blanketed with people and vehicles is somehow a small pleasure, you can observe the clouds from a short distance over your head, and it's too high to hear any sort of sound.

Even from the aswooning height I felt safe, that's because I'm with my brother.

"I treasure those moments I was little, nothing to worry about except food," I take a sip of the beer I'm sharing with him. "And these days.. I don't even feel alive anymore."

"I'm on your side but he's right. You ain't feeling alive as long as you keep hanging out with the opposite of it." I scoff, like I do everytime he mentions ted talks of our second brother.

"I could choke on my own saliva and he'd blame it on Y/n." He snorts almost spitting the beverage on me.

"Alright, how long until we make that Carl payback for everything?" He scoots closer to me switching his agitated eyes towards the sky from what beneath us.

"Until I know I delivered on my promise and she's safe."

I stare blankly at the starry sky, giving me a sense of peacefulness.

"You should tell her, tell her who she really is, and everything her fake father has put all of us through."

"She wouldn't believe me, Jin." I utter the words with a disappointing look on my face.

Why must she believe someone she met few days ago over those people she knows for years?

"Give it a shot. I'm sure she'll remember everything if you help her. She'll be a lot safer with us at home. We can finally do what we've planned all these years." Jin pats my back in assurance giving me somehow a little courage.

I hope I don't get disappointed again.

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•Y/n•

I am playing with my Mother's bracelet, lost in thoughts.

Is my Dad involved in something dangerous? Is he associated with those men? Why is he trying to kill Jungkook? Who's Jungkook and how does my Dad know him? All those questions and zero explanation. Ugh! Everything was going great until I met Jungkook. Maybe I was right, he really makes things difficult for me..

"Thank god you're up."

I get frightened by the unexpected voice, almost letting out a uproarious scream, but he was quick to cover my mouth. A husky voice near my ear shushes me up.

"Don't scream." Muffled scream leaves my throat.

Simply, I am petrified.

"I said don't scream! Stop screaming, Y/n." He wraps one hand around my waist, tightening his grip, his silvery voice sending shivers down my spine.

Oh no, no, no why is he here at this time!!

He removes his hand after a while and turns me around.

"Are you dumb?! What in the Edward cullen shit is this?!" I whisper yell.

"Who?" He opens his eyes wide adjusting to the darkness.

"Shut up! You scared me." I hit softly hit his chest. Unconcerned about me, he seats on my bed and starts speaking.

"I need to talk to you."

"Look, Namjoon lives in the room next to me. If my family really has some shit going on with you, you'll be good as dead." I speak quietly gripping the edge of my shirt in nervousness.

"Your family? Is that what you call them?" He lets out an intimidating venomous laugh.

"Could you please come straight to the point for once? What does that mean?" I cross my arms pretending to be tough and unaffected by how hot he looks right now.

I don't know if he does drugs but man looks both stonned and drunk, for some reason he always looks so attractive in his big hoodies and undone hair.

"I'm going to tell you something. When all is said and done, you'll figure out on your own."

I hum paying fake attention to him while my gaze goes down to his spread legs, I fix my eyes on his thighs.

"Ever wondered why you feel an emptiness inside you as if a big piece of puzzle is missing in your life?"

I wonder how it'd feel to sit on them..

"Do you never feel anything.. when you... see me?"

I feel nervous, almost about to lose my senses and posture, but I pretend as if I don't know you.

"Are you listening to me?" I snap my eyes back at him at speed of lightening, clearing my throat.

"Yes, yes, my insides feel empty." I slam kick myself in my head for making it sound so wrong.

He sighs closing his eyes.

"You ever think about your real family?"

My heart clenches in my chest washing every thought in my head, conscience taking over it.

"My family abandoned me." The truth is, of course I miss them, everyday, but I believe that thinking about them, missing them, hurting myself crying my eyes out everyday isn't going to fix anything. I lie to myself to keep those emotions bottled up.

"You're lying, I can tell, or Is that the lame excuse Carlisle and his wife gave you?"

"They're my parents, Jungkook." He shakes his head staring at the floor.

"Carlisle has three different faces. Even his own wife doesn't know things about him. He ruined our lives."

"Our?" He shocks me everytime with something new.

"Yes, we're in this together." His unclear words were getting on my nerves.

"What are you saying?" I confront him with a coldness in my tone.

"Y/n, come with me," He suddenly gets up and grabs my shoulder "Come with me, I'll tell you everything, I'll even take you where it all started. I'm sure something definitely will trigger in your mind."

"What would trigger in my mind? Plus, Namjoon is home, It's literally midnight."

"Who cares about him? He is probably helping Carlisle in this shit."

"Jungkook!" I don't let him talk crap about my brother.

"Y/N, you in there?"

Namjoon speaks outside my room.