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36. Connection

I was watching Netflix but I focused nowhere. These past days we came close, more like real friends. I never thought she had this bubbly side of her too. Although at the time of feeding me medicines she turn totally serious.

Pressing the red button I switched off the television and threw the remote. A huff escaped my lips as I looked around in search of that particular face.

"Y/N!" I shouted twice but no response but in the third try she came down in a hurry. "W-What happened? A burglar or you set this house on fire?"

"Nice joke but no. Sit here." I patted beside me. She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, poking her cheek with tongue. "I am busy." Turning on her heels she was about to go but I loudly whine to get her attention

She gave a tsk sound and traced her way beside me. As soon as she sat, I slink on the couch putting my head on her lap. She flinched when I lifted her hand and made her stroke my hair but eventually continued to do so. Her fingers ran through the locks, gently, massaging the scalp while I let out a moan of relaxation. She was my personal favorite pillow. Closing my eyes I laid there but after few minutes the motion retarded and stopped.

I saw her dozing off. A small partition between her lips with little elevation of thoracic region as her head was supported on the backrest. I sat straight then tugged the hair strand away from her face before laying her entirely on the couch. I pulled a blanket from near single couch and covered her. She snuggled into the soft material like a kid while I sat on the carpet.

Her face just inches away from mine. Heart was beating so fast that I had to clutch my shirt so tight.

If I go back in time and tell this to that Jungkook of falling in love with her then he would've made fun of me and called insane, no way in hell he would have believed me but only criticise.

If I go in future then that Jungkook would be so grateful to me for giving him this memory. He would be proud of me for redefining the definition of love. A raw love where I won't be looking for looks but care and passion of it. A passion that once emitted from her but enclosed that emotion the day we went wrong.

"I cannot be friends with you. I try to but can't. Why don't you let your guards down? Why can't you love me like I do?" I cupped her face,connecting our foreheads."Someone told me that if I'll be nice to others then they'll like me back. So did I do good? Can you like me now?" A lone tear rolled down as I pulled back, wiping it swiftly.

I stood up and with the help of crutches I limped to the kitchen. She was doing everything on her own and that made her exhausted. I wanted to help so here I was with the aim to cook edible food.

AUTHOR'S POV

Y/N opened her heavy eyelids as a stream of tears rolled towards on the velvety surface of couch. Her lips were tugged between teeth when she tried to suppress her loud sob. It would be an understatement if said she didn't heard anything, she was awake from the moment Jungkook gently slided her on the material.

His voice still fresh and deep echoed with the words he spoke. His words engraved in her heart with the painful feeling, the most feared situation she was afraid of.

She was left speechless. She wasn't courageous that moment to express herself in front of him but still she kept laying to hear him, wholely.

He was not only nice but great. In the last few days, everything they did were exactly how best friends used to spend their time together. Playfully annoying and teasing each other, caring for each other and even quarrelled over slightest mistake.