The Only One || Jungkook

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The reverse of his index traveled across the softness of her cheek as he admired how peaceful she looked while sleeping. He hadn't been able to sleep properly for the past weeks, ever since she came back to him. Jungkook knew she wouldn't leave when she crossed the door to the room he was living in two months back, not after how she committed to the family just to stick there to his side, but somewhere in the back of his head he was scared of waking up and not finding her next to him. That was why he kept waking up every two hours, checking out everything was alright, before he allowed himself to go back to sleep while he looked at her.

—You're doing it again —her sleepy voice interrupted his thoughts.

Jungkook had been so lost in his own thoughts, that he wasn't aware when he stopped seeing her, covered by the projection of his own worries. When he properly looked back at Y/n, her eyes were still closed, but a lazy smile was forming on her lips.

—Doing what?

—Waking up in the middle of the night and overthinking everything that's going on —she finally opened her eyes slowly.

It took her a while to get used to the darkness of the place, being able to see more than just Jungkook's figure in front of her, managing to spot his round nose and his round eyes staring down at her.

—I know your control freak nature is having a crisis right now, but I'm doing pretty okay —she assured him—. I'm even improving my Korean, soon I won't even need Namjoon to back me up.

—Oh, really? Prove it, then —his pierced eyebrow raised, teasing her.

—I'm too tired right now.

Her excuse made him giggle, hovering over her to hide his smile when his head was placed next to hers momentarily.

Jungkook was aware of how hard, and how seriously, she took learning his language. One of the things that worried her the most was his people overlooking her for the mere fact of being led by someone who didn't even speak their language. Ever since she set foot in Seoul, she had tried her best trying to learn Korean, and he had been witness of her frustration whenever she realized she was still at that point where she was able keep a basic conversation with him, and understand a fair amount of the words that came out of his mouth whenever he talked with Namjoon.

—It's not because of you —Jungkook confessed, pinching her side—. Namjoon has already told me some of my men are more scared of you than they were of me.

—Hmm, am I that intimidating? —she smirked— Good.

—As I was saying —he continued, shaking his head while he smiled—, some things are just out of our reach.

His worries were soon showing up in his eyes when he looked down at her, receiving a soft caress on his cheek while she moved her thumb in circles on his cheekbone. She knew him enough to know that his worries never relied on her, at least not on her leadership, but more on the dangers that were hunting her since his father felt threatened again. Jungho thought that once his son was gone, everything would go back to normal, he never expected Y/n to take over his position and kick him away, which made her a target.

Jungho wasted no time in looking for allies in the gloom, people that weren't scared of Bangtan and that wanted her head as much as him. And after Y/n showed up nervous, barely able to speak by how shaky her voice sounded due to her breathing, when a suspicious car followed her and tried to attack her, he knew that wasn't only his father's doing.

He wouldn't be as stupid to confront her and her whole entourage.

—I know —she nodded, finally lying on her back—. That's why it makes no sense to lose sleep over it. I'm sure everything will work out the way we both want, but even if it doesn't —her shoulders shrugged, while her lips twisted— we did our best, and we came all the way here fighting.