Tzuyu was a goody two shoes teenage girl until she met her brothers best friend, Jungkook.
Jungkook was a playboy college guy until he met his bestfriend's sister, Tzuyu.
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"Are you deaf? The lady told you to stop." a familiar voice says. I turn my head to see Jeon Jungkook.
His strong arms grabbed me out of their embrace and into his. Unlike them, he felt warm.
He puts me down on the ground and then everything went pitch black.
* * * * *
My eyes flutter open. It is dark out and Jungkook is up against a wall with his face and hands covered in marks, scars, and blood.
I rush to his side. Oh shit! What did he do? I look around but there wasn't anyone around. What should I do now?! Suddenly, an idea pops into my head.
I put his arm around my shoulder and I put my hand around his waist. I attempt walking with his weight on me. I had to admit, he was heavy. It looked way easier in dramas.
I got to my house out of breath. I was lucky my house was close. If it was any farther, I would have collapsed.
"Oppa!" I yell once I got into the house. Taehyung ran down stairs in a hurry.
"What happened?" Taehyung asked worried.
"He got into a fight." I answer. "Oppa. Can you go to the pharmacy and get me some things."
I give him a list of pharmaceuticals.
"Are you sure you can stay here alone?" he asks.
"Yes." I answer quickly. "Now go. Quick."
And just like that, Taehyung was gone in a flash.
I go into the bathroom, grabbing a rag out of a drawer and running the rag under water.
I walk out to the living room and see Jungkook sitting up. I rush to his side.
"Are you okay?" I ask him.
"Yeah, I'm fine." he answers. I look at him unsure.
"Okay." I answer, still unsure. "Can you stay still for a moment?" Jungkook nods.
I lightly scrub the blood off of his skin. Then, I go back into the bathroom, rinse out the blood on the rag, and came back with another wet small towel. I lightly dab the wet rag on his scars.
"That burns." Jungkook says letting out a groan.
"I'm sorry just a little more." I say dabbing on his scars as lightly as I could.
"How did you know I was in trouble?" I ask focusing on his wounds.
"I was going back to your house, wh-," he says before I interrupt him.
"You know, you could have been seriously hurt. Like more hurt than now." I say looking down playing with my fingers. "You should have never been there. It was all my fault. If I wasn't in that situation then you woul-," suddenly, Jungkook lifts my head up.
"It's not your fault." he says looking in my eyes intensely. But it was. It was all my fault.
"But yes it is," I say rambling on. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in this mess. You wouldn't be-,"
