When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover tha...
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"ARE YOU SURE you don't need help with that?" I asked doubtfully as Y/N stopped to catch her breath before grabbing the luggage and meticulously hauling it up a couple of stairs again.
"Nope," She shook her head, panting softly. "I can-" Her nimble fingers tightened around the bag's pull handle, nails scraping against the hard fabric exterior but she didn't as much as flinch. "-handle this myself." She gritted her teeth, adjusting the backpack on her shoulders before tugging the trolley again.
I scoffed, watching her struggle. Why the fuck was she so stubborn all the time?
"No, you can't," I found myself speaking before I could stop myself. Perhaps I was crossing a line here but I realised, I had already crossed too many lines between daring to start letting her occupy my mind and beating Junsu up for her to start caring now.
Normally, it would almost have been comical to watch her being stubborn and using her entire body just to move a bag, but it wasn't remotely funny now that I was slowly beginning to contemplate the possible reasons behind this wilful behaviour.
The girl had been cornered and assaulted not more than an hour ago and yet, she just kept on draining herself without stopping to let herself cope with the aftermath.
And she needed to cope with it. I could see the signs of distress; in her clumped eyelashes, in the dryness of her lips, in the shakiness of her hands that were red from being clenched too tight; and it made my heart twist with worry I couldn't really put into words.
I had found her frozen in shock, her expressions twisted into a look of utter outrage and bright unshed tears glistening in her moist eyes. What bothered me the most was the fact that standing there, she had looked completely overwhelmed. Not because she couldn't push away Junsu's hand, but because her body was left immobilised and incapacitated by the lack of response from her brain.
She had looked scared beyond measure, paralysing fear overriding the ability of her nervous system to instruct her to protect herself.
I'd seen a similar look on someone else's face way too many times before to not recognise it when I saw it on hers.
It surprised me how even in that desperate moment, it somehow hadn't seemed to occur to her to call for help; and it made me suspect if she was perhaps, just not accustomed to doing something as instinctive as asking for help.
"Let me help you," I finally stated, skipping over a couple of stairs to reach where Y/N was. "Give me that." I demanded brusquely, reaching for her luggage. "You're going to dislocate one of your shoulders like that."
"I'm not," She responded defensively, refusing to let go. "I managed to carry it upstairs quite fine on my first day here. I don't see why I shouldn't be able to do it now."
I loosened my breath. I remembered perfectly well just how fine she looked when I had seen her for the first time, sitting on my bed with cheeks the colour of beetroots and her dark hair disheveled. My eyes had memorised the diffident embarrassment glittering in her chocolate orbs a mere split second before she averted her gaze and the unsymmetrical dents in her long, dark hair like they'd just broken free from a particularly tight hair tie after holding out for way too long.
