Secret [Jungkook x Male Reader AU]

Six

(Y/n) POV
I can't believe how stupid I am...
All we're doing is hanging out with him. He practically forced us, with his almost crying.
My head reasoned and I sighed, annoyed at myself.
My heart hadn't stopped racing despite me not being as nervous as I was when I first grabbed his hand.
I hadn't expected him to fully-well, hold my hand like that, I was expecting him to just let me drag him away from others so they wouldn't make fun of him for looking so heartbroken.

His face jumps back into my mind, he looked like a little kid whose favorite toy had been broken, and I couldn't resist helping him, he was too damn cute!
"Where are we going?" Jungkook asks me and I jump, forgetting for a moment, before remembering.
"To the garden area." I said curtly. My hand felt anchored to his, I could no longer move my hand away, it was stuck there until Jungkook decided to let go. But I can't say I don't like it, it filled my heart with content to be holding his hand, as if someone cared about me, loved me maybe. Even though I doubt he even liked me.

Reality sunk in it was forced into my mind how I'm sure he sees me.
I'm just the weird nice guy who helped me, "if I don't talk to him I won't be able to make any other friends," and I felt a little hurt by my own thoughts but not surprised at all.

"Hello?" His voice pierced my depressing thoughts and I realized I hadn't heard him talking.
"Oh, yeah?" I ask, look at him. He's about a foot smaller than me and honestly it does nothing to make me think of him as less cute.
"I was asking if we're there since you stopped." He chuckled and smiled at me, I glanced around to see the garden, we were behind the wall of hedges now, so no one could see us unless they came in.
"Yea, we're here." I say and sit down, dragging him down beside me.
"Did you bring your lunch?" I remember to ask, probably too late, but he nods anyway. His hand slowly lets go of mine, as if he doesn't want to let go, making my heart throb.

He brings out a paper bag and I pull out my iPod and earbuds, only putting one in, on the side he isn't on, and I hit play on my "favorites" playlist.
He happily chews on his sandwich, and I listen to my music in peace, glad he seemed to forget that I had admitted to having no money. He didn't need to know I was getting close to starving, by my own and my parents doing.

"So, you said you have no money, right?" He said slowly, and carefully, probably trying not to offend me.
I nod, not saying anything.
"Then...you probably won't take any of my money, but do you want some of my food?" He offers, and I chuckle, ruffling his hair.
"No, I'm fine." I say as convincingly as I can. My stomach felt so hollow it was difficult to concentrate, but I don't mind. The hunger will leave eventually.
"Are you sure?" He asks persistently and I nod again.
"Yeah, I'm sure."

It really bothered me that I was having such a difficult time washing my hands of this incident. Today has been strange from the get-go.
I really really don't want this kid to get attached to me but it's impossible for me to help because I'm also growing very attached to him.

My brain immediately goes blank when he scoots closer to my side and rests his head on my shoulder. Maybe it's just my brain but my pants feel a bit tighter and I flush in embarrassment.

Why does this guy have to be so goddamn cute....?

[Question: if I add in a lemon (and label it) sometime in this fic, would it bother anyone?]