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Someone - No One AU

Author D.

Pairing Jungkook / Reader (female)

Genre Extreme Sports AU | Slice of Life AU | Heavy Angst

Warning Death | Mentions of Suicide | Mentions of Depression (Please, do NOT read if these themes are sensible to you)

Word count 11k

Summary “He was the same man she encountered at the coffee shop the day her very first article was published. She remembered his black leather jacket, his bunny smile and his semicolon tattoo. Y/N had regretted not asking his number soon after he left the store. And she continued regretting it years later. She daydreamed about the handsome man from the coffee shop from time to time, but she had also surrendered to the fact that she would have never seen him again. So finding out that she had been a friend’s cousin away from him and that they were going to jump in tandem together, really made her believe in Yoongi’s words. She did live the picture perfect life.”

Disclaimer English is not my first language, beware!

A/N This is a “What if?” on No One, it is highly recommended to read it first! To be edited.

No One (main)

2010

Professor Han’s lecture in Entrepreneurship turned out more interesting than Jungkook thought it would be. When he woke up at six o’clock that morning at the sound of his alarm, he had every intention of recovering at least a couple of hours sleep hiding in the last row of the conference hall. The night before, in fact, he had stayed out late again playing videogames with his roommates, too caught in the match to care about the time.

However, after the first few boring minutes where the professor introduced the topic, Jungkook found himself hanging on his every word. Half an hour into the lecture and he had already taken three full pages of notes. Those around him seemed interested as well, everyone busy scribbling on their notebooks or typing away on their laptops. The room was completely silent.

So the sound of his phone vibrating inside his bag, even if muffled, made Jungkook jump in surprise. He rummaged through his things with one hand, never diverting his gaze from the slideshow. Once he found the object in question he gave a quick glance to its screen before silencing the call and throwing the phone inside his bag again.

It was his aunt, Ahreum.

It was quite strange, actually, for her to call him. They were quite close, yes, but they rarely spoke to each other over the phone. He wondered if he had forgotten some special occasion, was it her birthday? He made a mental memo to call her back once the lecture was over.

However the phone vibrated three more times after that, to the point that he had to turn it off because he was starting to gather annoyed glances from those sitting beside him.

“Sorry.” he whispered clicking on the off button of his iPhone 4.

Jungkook turned it back on only a couple of hours later, once he was back in his room and had grabbed a quick lunch at the cafeteria. To his shock, he found a total of 26 missed calls from his aunt and a few more from a number he didn’t recognize.

Slightly anxious, he hurriedly called Ahreum back, throwing his bag on the floor and sitting down on the edge of his bed. The woman answered after just two rings.

“Jungkook.” she called him with a tone he couldn’t place but that made him feel uneasy.

“Hey, sorry if I ignored your calls.” he said in a rush. “I was in class and couldn’t answer. Is everything okay?”

There was a moment of heavy silence on the other side of the phone, in which the nineteen year old boy started having a very bad feeling.

Ahreum suddenly let out a pained whimper. “Jungkook ...” she cried.

“What happened?” he mumbled, his heart beating faster inside his chest. The woman couldn’t reply, now completely taken over by her sobs. “Aunt, what happened?”

“Jungkook ...” she stuttered through her tears. “Your parents ...”

She wasn’t able to finish the sentence before she was sobbing again, but somehow she didn’t have to. Jungkook’s mind went blank, his heart stopped for a moment and a strangled breath escaped from his mouth. His ears started to ring and he had to tighten his grip on the phone to not let it fall on the ground. His free hand went to his chest, pressing over his heart that started constricting painfully all of a sudden. His eyes started to water, he closed them tightly to try ease the burn.

“Please ...” he whimpered. “Please don’t ...”

Please don’t say it.

“Jungkook ... They had an accident.” his aunt managed to say. “They ... they are dead.”

The flight back home went in a blur. An hour after his call with Ahreum he finally managed to get out of his room and walk towards his shared small living room in a drunken state. His roommates noticed quickly that something was wrong because they all stood up from their seats on the couch to run to him.

“My parents are dead.” he had said robotically, his eyes blank.

His friends were the ones who booked his airplane tickets, prepared a small hand luggage and accompany him to the airport the very evening. One of them even offered to go with him because none of them had the courage to let him travel alone in that state.

Jungkook couldn’t remember how he got in front of his aunt’s door. He had stayed silent and unmoving for the whole journey, his body following his friend automatically.

It was only when Ahreum opened the door and he registered her swollen red eyes and her pain stricken features that he finally came back to reality. He almost fell into her arms, the very first tears running profusely down his cheeks. The two hugged each other tightly, clinging on one another while sobbing.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook.” the woman cried. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Where’s Haneul?” he gasped suddenly, detaching himself abruptly from the hug. “She’s not ...”

Ahreum shook her head quickly. “She wasn’t with them. She was at school. I managed to put her to sleep just a few minutes ago, she’s in my room.”

Jungkook run past his aunt and up the stairs without a word, climbing the steps two at a time. Once in front of the bedroom door he paused, his hand wavering over the knob. He took a deep shaky breath and turned it open.

The room was dark and his eyes took a minute to adjust. On the bed he could recognize the silhouette of a small body curled on its side. He slowly walked towards it, careful to not make any sound. He climbed on the mattress and lay under the covers, right beside the sleeping form of his sister.

As if sensing his presence, the twelve year old girl snuggled closer to his body, hiding her head in his chest and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. Jungkook looked down on her, hugging her back. She was still asleep.

He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip to muffle a sob. He hadn’t seen his sister in months, since the last time he had come back from college for their father’s birthday. He had missed her everyday, but never in a thousand years he imagined this would be the reason he would hug her again.

It was when he felt his t-shirt getting wet on his skin that he realized that the little girl was silently crying in her sleep. And somehow that was when the reality crushed upon him.

They were orphans.

2011

The past year had been very difficult for Jungkook. After his parents’ funeral there were a lot of things he had to take care of and a lot of changes he and his sister had to get accustomed to. First of all, aunt Ahreum moved in with them to help out with things. She was the only close relative they had any real relationship with and the only one who really understood what they were going through, so it seemed only right for them to live together.

As the oldest son, Jungkook inherited all of his parents’ possessions, not only their savings but also the two story house he grew up in and both of their cars. All of a sudden, Jungkook found himself with a lot of money but with no parents.

The hardest part of it all was acting strong for his sister’s sake. She was probably the one who felt their parents’ absence the most, she was only a little girl after all, she still fully depended on them.

After a few weeks of mourning, Jungkook and Ahreum tried to bring back some normality in their lives. The very first day Haneul went back to school, Jungkook spent the whole morning worried for his little sister. Since the funeral they had spent every moment together, Haneul clinging to him for comfort and him welcoming it, not seeing her for hours made him incredibly anxious. To make things worse, Haneul acted strange the whole ride back home. She kept silent, despite Jungkook’s attempts to make conversation and run into her room without a word as soon as they arrived. This went on for the rest of the week, worrying Jungkook and Ahreum to no end, until one Friday Haneul had a full blown tantrum, screaming and throwing all of her books and pencils to the wall. The boy didn’t know what to do, he had never seen her like that before. He run to hug her tight, trying to calm her down. They ended up crying into each other’s arms, until they fell asleep on the floor, drained of all energy.

Things started getting a little better after that, at least for Haneul. It might have been because of the lightheartedness of her age, but she seemed to move on a lot faster than her brother did. Jungkook, on the other hand, after seeing his sister lose control the way that she did, started having frequent panic attacks to the point that he had to go drive to her school in the middle of her classes just to make sure she was okay and safe. He had trouble sleeping, lost appetite and the will to do anything but think about Haneul.

Ahreum sat him down one night, when she finally had enough. She found him sitting on the floor beside the closed door of his sister’s bedroom, dark circles under his eyes and head lolling forward, nodding off.

“You have to take care of yourself too.” she had said worriedly. “You have to move on with your life as well. We’ll be doing fine here, Haneul is doing fine. I’ll take care of her. But you have to move on.”

And so he did. He tried. After a week of hesitation he decided to fly back to college. Haneul had been nothing but supportive, despite his concerns. She was smarter and braver than he was.

Going back to his old routine felt strange and confusing. He had missed a lot of his classes and, even though most of his professors had been understanding, he quickly started to struggle to keep up. Ironically, that same struggle helped him keep his mind busy, so he dived headfirst into his studies. He had surrendered to the idea that he would be graduating late, the only thing he could do was to keep his grades up. That was the only thing he did. Study, eat and sleep. And sometimes watch some TV. He stopped going to the gym, stopped playing games with his roommates, stopped going out for drinks with his friends. His bike had started collecting dust and dead leaves, untouched for weeks.

Until one day, just like aunt Ahreum, his friends had enough of watching him waste away. They dragged him from his desk, ignoring his protests, and threw him in the backseat of a car, sitting on either side of him so that he couldn’t escape. They drove for more than an hour until they reached the countryside and all Jungkook could see were hectares of fields. They went trough an open gate with a big banner hanging on top that read in big capital letters: skydiving school.

Before his parents’ death, Jungkook had talked about trying skydiving for a long time. His father was an adrenaline junkie himself, they had tried bungee jumping together a couple of years back and had promised themselves they would go skydiving for the first time together as well. That promise was, of course, long forgotten. Finding himself in front of a Twin Otter aircraft, parked on the airstrip, was a complete shock for Jungkook. He suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins, making his fingers tingle with excitement. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt for a long time, an emotion that, at least for that day, erased all the bad ones.

The fall itself was something indescribable, Jungkook had never felt anything like it. Flying up to the sky, all geared up, he felt the reality of his decision and it was scary and exhilarating at the same time. Once the door opened, 14 000 feet above the ground, he felt the cold wind hit him with force giving him goosebumps all over his body. It was a matter of seconds, one moment he was on the edge of the plane and then he was free falling. His brain had trouble understanding what was happening, a wave of rollercoaster emotions pervaded him. The first 60 seconds were thrilling. Then the instructor pulled the parachute open and he felt a sharp tug, slowing his speed short. From that moment on, it was like soaring through the sky. He felt free like a bird, flying with the wind surrounded by the beautiful scenery and the breathtaking view. He enjoyed the sudden change of temperature, the air getting warmer and warmer as they glided softly towards the ground. He enjoyed the quiet, the peace.

When he finally touched the ground, his mind mind finally processed what happened and a liberating feeling pervaded him. He fell on all fours and started crying. But it wasn’t for sadness, or grief or anger this time. He felt free.

2012

Professor Lee was giving a propaedeutic class in Business Law, one of the most important courses in his third year as a Business Management major and Jungkook was set on acing it. Nevertheless, when he felt his phone vibrating inside the pocket of his pants, he didn’t hesitate to check who was calling him.

The last time his phone had rang during a lecture inside the conference hall was two years ago. That time he had ignored the insisting calls of his aunt Ahreum and it didn’t turn out good. He had learned his lesson.

His heart dropped seeing it was, in fact, her once again. He stood up rather abruptly from his second row seat, ignoring the annoyed glance the professor gave him, and quietly made his way to the exit. He answered the call as soon as the door was closed behind him.

“Aunt?” he said, slightly apprehensive. “Everything ok?”

He heard her sigh on the other side. “Jungkook, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you, but ...” she paused.

“Don’t worry. What happened?”

“It’s your sister. She’s not been feeling well these past weeks.”

Jungkook furrowed his brows, confused. “Yeah, she told me she caught the stomach flu. I spoke with her just yesterday.”

Ahreum sighed again, worriedly. “It’s not the flu.” she replied. “She’s been having stomach problems, yes. But she’s also been very drowsy, she was barely able to hold a glass of water the other day and ... her sight has been acting weird. I got worried.” she admitted, taking a calming breath. “I brought her to the doctor this morning.”

“O-ok.” Jungkook mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “What did he say?”

“He looked very concerned too.” Ahreum replied. “He prescribed her a lot of exams. It ... It looks serious, Jungkook.”

The boy closed his eyes in worry. It felt like a deja-vu. “Do you want me to come home?”

The woman sighed once more. “I think you should.”

“I’ll get on the first flight.”

Jungkook didn’t have the time to realize what was happening. Everything went downhill too rapidly. Haneul’s pediatrician got her admitted to the hospital just a couple days later, when he had called him in panic after he had found her fainted on her bedroom floor.

It was a revolving door of nurses and doctors after that, everyone at Haneul’s bedside. A few blood tests and an MRI scan later and the boy was told to prepare himself. The diagnose was clear and unmistakable. His sister had a brain tumor. It was uncommon at her age, they said, but it wasn’t rare either. Unfortunately the cancer was on an advanced stage, the treatment was going to be aggressive. There was nothing they could have done to prevent it, it was not their fault. All words that Jungkook failed to comprehend.

That night, watching his sister sleep in her hospital gown, attached to all kind of wires, he cried like he hadn’t done in a while. Two years had passed since their parents’ deaths and Jungkook was foolish enough to think that the worst was over. Two years and he was just beginning to feel happy again, really happy. Two years to overcome the pain and the anger.

And now, his sister, barely fourteen, was diagnosed with cancer. Haneul who had the annoying habit to steal all of his stuff and eat his biscuits. The girl who liked dancing in the middle of the living room, the one who broke her arm doing somersaults in the park. The one who loved to call him ‘my cool big brother’ in front of her friends. Haneul, his little sister.

He sat beside her bed, his head in his hands, and sobbed, feeling the comforting hand of his aunt on his left shoulder. “If she dies, I’m not going to make it.”

2013

All odds were against her, they’ve told him that. They did try to prepare him for this moment. They’ve tried everything, everything to save her. Yet, as Jungkook hugged the limp body of his little sister tightly in his arms, he couldn’t help but pray one last time.

The doctors had talked to him that morning, they said that the time had come, that all he could do now was to be with her. He almost punched one of them. How could they give up on her? But, deep down, he knew that they were right.

It took the cancer only ten months, two weeks and three days to win over Haneul’s small body, almost a record. She got worse rather rapidly, the hallucinations taking over and all the energy quickly abandoning her. Over the last week she had been barely awake, just enough to give him a smile. The last.

Jungkook hadn’t moved from her side, lying down next to her on the hospital bed, too conscious of her shallow breaths and too scared to leave her alone. Aunt Ahreum couldn’t stay in the room, she didn’t have it in her to watch her little nephew fade away. But, Jungkook stayed. He prayed. He prayed for a miracle, a big one. That someone, something, anything, would save her from death. But nothing happened.

So he waited, wondering if it was this second or the next. He waited for the moment his sister would die in his arms. Surrendering to the reality of things. He told her that it was okay, that she could go. He told himself that he was ready.

He waited, caressing her smooth bald head, rocking her small frame.

“It’s okay, baby girl.” he murmured, his eyes staring into the void, tears falling down silently over his shallow cheeks. “I understand.”

Fifteen years old.

Haneul was only fifteen.

He was supposed to give her the birthday letters he had been writing over the years in a few weeks, for her sweet sixteen, just like their mother had planned. She wanted to show Haneul that her brother had loved her since the very first day.

Jungkook closed his eyes, resting his left cheek over her right temple. “I’m so sorry, Haneul. I wasn’t a good brother to you.” he sobbed quietly. “I should have stayed with you. You needed me and I abandoned you. I’m so, so sorry.” he took a deep breath, kissing the top of her head. “I hope you can forgive me. I love you.”

Ten months, two weeks and three days weren’t enough to prepare him for the scary sound that came soon after, not even if he tried so hard to convince himself that he was prepared. He wasn’t.

They were inside the room just a second later, as if they were ready. Jungkook stared at them wide eyed as the beeping sound rang through his ears. He looked down to her sister, still in his arms. He counted five seconds in his head and looked for any sign, a movement. But he could tell, she had stopped breathing.

“H-Haneul?” he called her, shaking her slightly. “Haneul?”

She is just sleeping.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, a voice calling his name slowly. “Jungkook ...”

He turned around, his body shaking in agony. It was Haneul’s doctor, looking at him sadly. “N-no. No. Please, do something.” he turned again, looking at the others standing by the door. “Please. Do something.”

No one moved.

He looked down once more, the sobs taking over him. Haneul looked peaceful, so small next to his body.

Just sleeping. She is just sleeping.

Fifteen years old.

The doctor turned off the monitor swiftly, putting an end to the excruciating beeping noise.

“No ...”

She is just sleeping.

The funeral was over in a heartbeat. Jungkook was only physically there. He felt empty inside.

They had buried her right next to his parents, a little white marble tombstone with a few cursive words engraved on it: sky, heaven.

He had chosen them. He couldn’t think of anything else but that, her name. But he thought it fitted her nonetheless.

He looked at the wooden box in his hands. It contained Haneul’s birthday letters. He had planned to get it buried with her, but changed idea last minute. He wasn’t sure why but he couldn’t find the courage to let go of it.

He looked back at the gravestones. His mother, his father and his sister.

They all had left him. He was alone.

2014

Jungkook sealed the letter tightly. Today was supposed to be Haneul’s sixteenth birthday, this letter was supposed to be special. Indeed, it was.

No One. His new friend.

He smirked to himself. “I’m ridiculous.”

He got up from his place on the floor and stumbled drunkenly to his desk where he had left the wooden box. He had added a few things to it over the past year. Dried flowers, pictures, tickets. Things he taught his sister would have liked. He put the envelope on top of the others before closing the lead with care.

It was almost midnight and his apartment was immersed in darkness, just the flickering light of his bed lamp to illuminate the room. He walked unsteadily back to the end of his bed, a half empty bottle of beer in a hand, letting himself fall on it with a thud.

Jungkook was drunk. Had been for days probably. The empty bottles were abandoned all over the house. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten, or the last time he had taken a shower. He couldn’t recall if he had called sick at work or not. He wasn’t even sure where the phone was. Not that he cared, really. For all that mattered, they could fire him. What was he working for, anyways?

What was the purpose of it all?

No one cared for him and he had no one to care for.

“I’m all alone in this big, big world.” he giggled, emptying the bottle in one gulp.

He had done the math that morning. It was easy even in his drunken state. It had been four years since his parents had left him and a little over a year since his sister had died in his arms. All gone.

Aunt Ahreum? Aunt Ahreum was useless. All she could do was worry and worry and worry about him. All day, all week.

What was there to worry about?

“Useless.” he repeated to himself. “She’s useless. Everything’s useless. And I’m the most useless of them all.”

He turned to look at the closed door. Behind it was the corridor that led to the rest of the apartment. To the kitchen and to the bathroom. To the cutlery drawer and to the medicine cabinet.

He closed his eyes, letting the now empty bottle fall on the wooden floor to join the others and preparing himself for the same sad game he had been playing since that afternoon.

“Knife. Pills. Knife. Pills. Knife. Pills.”

A cut was painful, but he wasn’t good with taking down pills.

“A rope?”

2015

After a year in which Jungkook let himself get overwhelmed by the darkness, he could now finally say that he was slightly doing better. He wasn’t sure what changed but, one day he realized that if he didn’t even have the courage to end his life, he might as well live it. It wasn’t easy getting out of the tunnel of depression and he wasn’t sure he was really out of it. It was a silent battle he decided to fight on his own. None of his past therapists had been able to help him, his friends didn’t seem to notice his struggle and, besides, he didn’t want them to share his burden.

He hid behind the joy of skydiving, the adrenaline of falling in the air helping him. He set a goal to keep himself going: reach 500 jumps. Every flight was one step closer to freedom and everytime he opened his parachute was a win against his monsters.

Haneul’s seventeenth birthday coincided with Jungkook’s 250th jump, which meant that he was halfway through becoming a skydiving instructor. To celebrate the occasion, he decided to do something he had set his mind upon a long time ago, since his bad boy teenage years: get a tattoo. At first he wasn’t sure what he wanted to get inked, but then, one day, he remembered a girl he had met outside his last therapist’s office. He heard her explaining her new tattoo to the secretary. It all started as a non profit project some year past, a small punctuation mark to wear with pride. A symbol of survival: a semicolon.

He knew he hadn’t reached his goal just yet, but he wanted to give himself a reminder that, one day after the other, he could choose not to put an end to his sentence, to his life.

So, that’s what he did. After wandering aimlessly around the city, he entered the first tattoo shop he encountered and asked for a simple yet brave request.

A black semicolon on his wrist.

In that brief moment it took the artist to draw the symbol on his skin, he thought about all the times he opened his parachute at the very last minute, the times he had emptied the bottle of his antidepressants on his hand, the times he laid the point of a knife on his wrists. And through the pain of the needle pinching his skin, he promised himself he would do better.

2016

Most days were good. Most days Jungkook felt happy.

And then there were days that he was not. There were days that it wasn’t just melancholy, it wasn’t just him missing his family, it wasn’t just him feeling lonely. It was all of the above and more.

Those days were overwhelming. Those days were hard.

Those days Jungkook felt like a failure. Just when he thought he was finally over the darkness, one morning he would wake up submerged by it once again. And getting out of it got harder and harder.

Today was one of those days.

Today was his last jump before obtaining his instructor license. He had tried to fight the heavy feeling hovering on his chest, tried to ignore the evil voice whispering in his ear. He pretended to be thrilled, to be excited as his coworkers congratulated him. He put on a smile getting on the small plane, ready to take off.

He controlled his gear once again. He was sure he had secured it, but he controlled nonetheless. Parachute and altimeter, all on set.

He closed his eyes, feeling the aircraft rumble trough the airstrip, and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He tried, he really tried, but it didn’t matter how hard he thought about happy things, the bad ones just kept overpowering the others.

When he jumped, 14 000 feet off the ground, his eyes were still sealed. He counted in his head 60 seconds, the approximate time that he knew it took him to reach the right altitude to open his parachute.

59, 58, 57.

It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.

53, 52, 51.

You have your aunt, she loves you very much.

46, 45, 44.

Your friends love you too. They care about you.

32, 31, 30.

He could just do it. Put an end to it all. Who was he kidding? He was not doing okay. It was all pretend. He had no one to count on. His parents were dead. His sister was dead. And he was a failure. A failure as a son and as a brother. He failed to take care of his little sister. He abandoned her. She was dead, he was alive. He didn’t deserve it. He was the one who was supposed to die, not her. His life ... his life had no value, but hers did. She still had a lot to do. He took that opportunity from her.

10, 9, 8.

He fought, he fought hard, a hand tight over the handle of the parachute, ready to pull it. Ready to save himself.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

I’m not a failure. I’m not a failure. I won’t fail them.

He pulled the string with all of his force, letting out a pained scream that got lost in the wind. His flight slowed down in that known canopy ride. He slowly opened his eyes, a single tear falling down his cheek. The sky was of a beautiful blue, white clouds painted artistically on it. Beneath him, a sheet of green, yellow and brown. He imagined his father’s hand on his shoulder, reassuring him. He imagined his mother humming a peaceful song in his ear to calm him, his sister smiling widely at him, telling him she loved him.

I can do this. I won’t fail them.

A couple of weeks later, Jungkook finally found the courage to go to the cemetery and visit his family’s graves. It was the first time since Haneul’s funeral, three years ago. He knew his aunt went regularly and it was evident thanks to the fresh flowers and the pristine tombstones.

When he decided to go he hadn’t made a clear plan on what to do. He didn’t know if he was supposed to talk to them out loud or else. He felt weird and he wasn’t sure it did him any good.

He ended up leaving soon after he had arrived and driving around the city on his motor bike, lost in his thoughts.

While waiting on a stoplight he noticed a nice coffee shop and suddenly realized he had a craving for something sweet, he had skipped breakfast after all. He parked right in front of the store and hang his helmet on the handlebar, planning on making just a quick stop.

The place was well decorated with wooden furniture and green plants that gave it a cozy feeling. There was only a lady in line in front of the cashier and Jungkook couldn’t help but notice her. She was all jittery, dancing on the balls of her feet, making her hair bounce softly.

“Two iced americanos, one caramel macchiato and one flat white.” he heard her order in a sweet voice. “Oh, and one hot chocolate with extra cream, please. And marshmallows if you have them, thanks.”

He watched her pay and move to the right where another waiter had started preparing her order. He could hear her humming and it made him smile. She was clearly having a good day.

“I’ll get the same thing as the lady.” he found himself saying. “Not all of it. Just the hot chocolate part. To go, please.”

The woman turned her head around at the sound of his voice and he could finally get a look at her face. She looked young, probably around his age, and was undeniably beautiful. He felt her studying him as well and he smiled.

She smiled back. “Marshmallows are indispensable.” she said.

“Only when paired with cream.” he grinned.

“I see you’re a man of good taste.” she replied tilting her head slightly.

“It takes one to know one.”

They looked at each other for another moment, without saying a word before the waiter interrupted the comfortable silence by calling both of their orders. Jungkook lingered for a moment, pondering whether he should help her with her heavy tray. But before he could act on his thought the woman picked it up easily and looked up at him again.

“Have a nice day.” she smiled once more at him.

He sighed internally, strangely disappointed, and picked up his hot paper cup. “You too.”

Driving away from the coffee shop, Jungkook found himself regretting not asking for that girl’s number.

2018

This was the best day of her life. Y/N was sure of it.

She had just been promoted to senior journalist at her newspaper, which was a hell of a big thing seeing that the competition was fierce and she had less work years on her curriculum than others. Apparently, someone thought she deserved it. And damn well, she did!

It wasn’t common for a 24 year old woman to achieve such a position for a major newspaper. Not even if she slept with the director himself - which she didn’t.

If she had to be honest, she was completely caught by surprise. Not because she doubted her abilities, but because she had already prepared herself for years of being underappreciated. So, when she read the email, she actually cried.

“I can’t believe how lucky you are.” Yoongi had commented, sipping on a glass of red wine. He was, of course, the first person she called after her parents. “You literally live the picture perfect life.”

“What do you mean?”

“Where to start,” he said ironically. “Best internship? You got it. Dream job? You got it. Your own apartment? Have you seen this place?” he listed on his fingers. “Big promotion at 24? Hell, yeah.”

“Maybe I’m just that good at what I do.” she winked at him.

“Okay. Let’s dig dipper.” Yoongi answered, putting down his glass on the table and starting counting on his other hand. “You have great parents who always supported you and had raised you damn well for being an only child.”

“Thanks.”

“Your first kiss was with none other than Kim Taehyung, who is Gucci’s current favorite male model.” he continued.

“I should have kept in touch with him.” she nodded pensively.

“You lost your damn virginity with our school’s most popular boy, Kim Seokjin.”

“We both know how that ended.”

“Yeah, but he’s the only exception, really.” Yoongi pointed out. “Every other story you had since you left him were completely peaceful. What’s with that? No drama at all! You literally have the record for most peaceful breakups!”

Y/N laughed. “That’s because I am great at choosing people to be with. Look at you, you are my friend.”

Yoongi nodded agreeingly. “Yeah, that too. You have the perfect best friend.”

“That you are.” she rolled her eyes, amused. “Anyways,” she added, lifting her own glass of wine. “Let’s make a toast to my picture perfect life!”

Later that week, Namjoon had convinced the group that there was no better way to celebrate Y/N’s promotion than doing something completely crazy. Like skydiving. His cousin happened to work in the office of a skydiving center and she had been urging him to try for years, but he never had the courage. The others weren’t sure why that day he finally changed his mind, but his speech was so convincing that they found themselves signing the papers without realizing it.

Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok backed off just after the first hour of the lesson, some sense coming back to them. On the other hand, Y/N felt quite eager and excited. She never put too much thought on it, but she always liked the idea of skydiving. This would be her first try on anything more adrenalinic than a roller coaster, to be honest, so she was scared too. By the end of the lesson she felt so anxious and thrilled at the same time that she couldn’t utter a single word, only nodding or shaking her head to her instructor’s questions.

Said instructor was one of the reasons Y/N felt so excited that morning. He didn’t seem to remember her, which was totally normal since the first and last time she had seen him was two years ago and for a total of five minutes. But he clearly left an impression because Y/N recognized him immediately.

He was the same man she encountered at the coffee shop the day her very first article was published. He had ordered her same drink, a hot chocolate with extra cream and marshmallows. She remembered his black leather jacket, his bunny smile and his semicolon tattoo.

Y/N had regretted not asking his number soon after he left the store. And she continued regretting it years later. She daydreamed about the handsome man from the coffee shop from time to time, but she had also surrendered to the fact that she would have never seen him again.

So, finding out that she had been a friend’s cousin away from him and that they were going to jump in tandem together, really made her believe in Yoongi’s words. She did live the picture perfect life.

She took it back soon after, though.

The skydiving experience per se was incredible, like nothing she ever experienced. What went wrong was the aftermath. She was so drunk on the adrenaline that she made the stupidest, craziest, most unreasonable thing she could have ever done.

She kissed him. Like hands planted on his face, kissed him.

Needless to say, once the adrenaline rush was over, all she wanted to do was buy a shovel, walk barefoot to the most secluded place of the country and dig her 30 feet deep grave.

As easily as that, what was supposed to be the most beautiful moment of her life became the most embarrassing. And if earlier that day she thought she could finally do what she couldn’t two years past, leaving the center - as she hid herself behind Yoongi’s not so big form - she was set on never thinking about his face ever again.

Yet, as Hoseok started driving their car away from the parking lot, Y/N couldn’t help but hesitate. She had already regretted not going after him once and here was destiny, giving her a second chance. It wasn’t everyday that things like that happened, not with guys like Jungkook for sure. Besides, she already made a fool of herself, she had nothing to lose.

“Stop!” she screamed scaring the hell out of Hoseok who hit the break hard by surprise.

“What?!”

“I’m going to ask for his number.” Y/N announced resolutely.

She opened the car door and sprinted back to the center before she could change her mind.

“This is even better than that time drunk Y/N had a cat fight with Namjoon’s ex girlfriend.” Yoongi said, laughing while watching his best friend from the side-view mirror.

She found Jungkook at the front desk, chatting with another instructor, looking devilishly handsome in his suit. He was leaning on the counter with his elbow, drinking an energy drink as if it was beer.

She took a deep breath and walked to him with fierce. ‘Hi.”

The man turned around at the sound of her voice, rising his brows in surprise. “Hi.”

Y/N looked at him straight in the eyes, trying to overcome the embarrassment. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” she blurted.

She watched as his eyes widened. She bit her lip, trying to ignore his colleagues who where enjoying the scene. Jungkook seemed to think about it, maybe a little to long and Y/N felt her cheeks redden, ready for the rejection. Yet, to her relief, after what felt an hour, he smiled.

He leaned over the counter to grab a pen before taking her left hand in his. She followed his movements in awe as he carefully wrote his phone number on her palm. And then, ever teasing, he smirked down at her.

The first thing Y/N did after getting inside Hoseok’s car, was to save Jungkook’s number to her contacts, she didn’t want to risk sweating on her palm and losing it.

Now that she was finally back home, away from her teasing friends and finally able to reminisce about the eventful day in peace, Y/N found herself conflicted on whether she should call Jungkook now or wait for tomorrow. She didn’t want to appear desperate but at the same time she didn’t want to wait too long.

Staring at her phone screen, she thought back at how sexy Jungkook had been, writing on her palm like that. It felt like a movie scene. She still couldn’t believe that she had met the handsome guy from the coffee shop again and that she had kissed him on a whim, on top of it all.

What if he gave her a fake number?

“There’s only a way to find out.” she mumbled, picking up her cellphone from her kitchen table.

Hi, she dialed. Simple.

She started preparing dinner while she waited for his response, trying to stop herself from checking her phone every 5 minutes. She didn’t have to wait too long, though. She was just plating her steak when she heard the notification alarm go off and she almost flew across the room to get to her phone, out of excitement.

“Hi.” the message read.

“Is this Jungkook?” she replied quickly.

“It is.”

“I’m the girl who kissed you this morning.”

“I figured.” he answered with three laughing emoticons.

“Do you still like marshmallows on your hot chocolate?”

“Are you a stalker?”

Their first date took place two days later in a coffee shop near the skydiving center. Jungkook’s agenda was full and the only free time he had that week were two hours in between two dives. Y/N took it, it didn’t matter if she had to drive an hour to get to there.

“I’m going to make up for it, I promise.” Jungkook said while paying for their orders. “I’ll pick you up next time.”

Y/N tried not to get too excited thinking about a ‘next time’, she hadn’t been so giddy about a guy in so long and she didn’t want to get ahead of herself. “Don’t worry about it, it wasn’t too long of a drive.”

She followed him to the nearest table. The place wasn’t anything fancy, it was quite spartan, in fact. It looked like an old family business, with outdated furniture, simple menus and loyal clientele. Y/N didn’t mind, their cappuccino was actually quite good.

“So,” she started after a moment of awkward silence. “For how long have you been a skydiving instructor?”

“A couple of years.” he answered curtly, taking a sip from his ice americano.

“Cool.” Y/N quipped back. “And what got you into it?”

“I love the adrenalin. I feel like flying.”

“Yeah. I get that. Does it always feel the same, even after all the times you’ve done it?”

Y/N grimaced internally. The conversation was sounding more and more like an interview rather than two people getting to know each other. Surprisingly enough, Jungkook didn’t meet her expectations. The cool guy guise he had going on didn’t meet with this timid demeanor. The ability to read people was a requisite in Y/N’s line of work and she thought she was quite good at it. Just two minutes into their date and she quickly realized that Jungkook wasn’t a talkative person. He didn’t seem to be uninterested, he actually looked into her eyes while replying to her questions, listening. He just wasn’t the type to elaborate on things if not asked to - which was a bit counterproductive in this particular situation. Nevertheless, Y/N wasn’t one who was easily discouraged, she was going to find a subject with which he felt more comfortable.

It turned out it wasn’t easy. His job clearly wasn’t it, he didn’t seem to have any hobbies either, apart from biking. When she tried bringing up his family, he distinctly looked uncomfortable so she quickly changed the subject onto college. Not it, either. Eventually, she ended up doing all the talking and Jungkook, turned out to be a good listener. She talked and talked about whichever came to her mind, watching his reactions, and, fortunately enough, he really did seem interested in her stories as he laughed and commented at all the right moments.

Yet, two hours later, when his break was finally over and he had to go back to work, Y/N wasn’t sure what to think of him. Was he interested in her? Or was he not? Because despite him being so introverted she still wanted to see him again. Besides, two hours weren’t enough to judge a person and, if anything, the mystery made him even more attractive to her eyes.

Nonetheless, she still had some pride left in her. She had made all the moves, it was his turn now.

To her delight, Jungkook didn’t waste a second.

“There’s going to be a fair a week from now in a seaside town a few kilometers from here. It’s one of those things on the piers with lots of games and old ferries wheels. Do you wanna go?”

Y/N beamed ear to ear. “That sounds so cool.”

This second date went a lot better.

Jungkook picked her up in the late afternoon with his motorbike, as handsome as always with his black leather jacket.

The drive to the fair is long, but neither of them mind. Y/N had never been on a bike before and couldn’t stop herself from hugging his torso tightly out of fear the first few minutes. But, as the time went by, and she realized Jungkook wasn’t driving as fast as it seemed, Y/N started actually enjoying the ride. As she relaxed more and more against his back, Jungkook started speeding up a little, the engine roaring underneath their legs. Y/N found herself laughing, making him smile as well. He knew that euphoric feeling well, it somehow resembled that of jumping from a plane.

The pier was packed with people and the atmosphere was nothing but cheerful. Y/N had never been in a fair this big, with so many beautiful lights, shops, games and whatnot. She felt like a kid. A ten year old kid high on sugar.

She was a ball of energy. She wanted to see and do everything. Within the first ten minutes since they arrived, she had dragged Jungkook to the cotton candy stand, the duck pond game and the balloon and dart game, where she discovered that she had really bad aim. By her third try, Jungkook finally pitied her and took things in hand. That’s how she ended up with the first of many plush toys.

For dinner they decided to get some corn dogs and cheese fries at a stand overlooking the sea. This time Jungkook looked a lot more at ease and actually made an effort to talk about himself. Y/N enjoyed all the little things he shared.

She learned that he really liked romantic movies, one of his favorites being “The Notebook”, and that he had actually cried watching it. He wanted to learn how to play the guitar, but never got himself into buying one. He told her about his fears of microwaves and his fixation with laundry detergent, he laughed admitting that he had secretly bought a pair of those weird socks, those with toes, and actually found them quite comfortable.

Y/N really had fun that evening. If Jungkook had looked like a cold one at first, by the end of the night he was anything but. He was sweet and attentive, lending her his jacket when the wind blowing from the sea started getting colder. He was smart and opinionated as they discussed about the latest front page article the newspaper she worked for had released. He was witty, funny even, in a very timid kind of way. He could look intimidating with his good looks, ear piercings and tattoos, but he was actually very cute and timid, a dichotomy that Y/N found endearing.

On their way back home Y/N finds herself daydreaming about a goodnight kiss. The two had shared a couple of innocent touches throughout the evening, even holding hands as she pulled him towards the children’s rollercoaster, and she had indeed felt that little sparkle at the bottom of her stomach. The date had went well, at least she thought so. A kiss at her front door would have been the perfect ending to a great night.

Yet, as they said their goodbyes, as she gave him his helmet back, Y/N’s expectations were disappointed.

“I had fun tonight.” she said, grabbing her keys from her purse.

“Me too.” Jungkook smiled sweetly at her. “Haven’t enjoyed myself that much in a while, actually.”

Y/N grinned. Something deep inside told her it was kind of a big deal. “Yeah? I’ll take all the credit, if you don’t mind.”

He giggled. “That you do.”

An awkward silence followed in which both of them seemed to wait for the other to make a move. They waited and waited until the right moment passed and the situation got too embarrassing.

“Well, thanks for the ride.” Y/N said after a while.

“N-no problem.” Jungkook replied, scratching the back of his neck.

“I guess I’ll see you around then.”

“Sure.”

Y/N gave him a very awkward wave and walked to her building, internally scolding herself. But then, just as she was about to close the door behind her, she heard Jungkook calling her back. She looked up at him curiously, still standing on the sidewalk where she had left him.

“Are you free next Monday night?” he asked hurriedly, biting his lip worriedly.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. She felt like they were back in high school, still new to the world of dating. He was just too cute, all awkward and dancing on the balls of his feet.

“I very much am.”

That Monday, Jungkook took her out for dinner in a fancy restaurant. He had showed up at her apartment wearing a white button down and black tailored pants that fitted him perfectly. He had brought her flowers, a beautiful composition of lilies that took Y/N’s breath away.

She too had decided to dress up. She wore her so called battle dress: red and strapless that made all of her curves justice. Paired with black stilettos she was ready to leave an impression. And that she did. Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes away from her.

“You look very beautiful tonight.” he had told her after giving their orders to the waiter.

“You look very handsome as well.” she had flirted.

After spending the weekend texting each other at any given minute, Jungkook had finally started getting a little more confident, getting slowly used to Y/N’s more extrovert self.

“I was a mess when I was little.” she was telling him that very moment, cutting through her steak. “There was this one time that I almost set fire to the house while making microwaved popcorn with my friends.”

“Told you microwaves are dangerous.” he commented.

“And I broke so many bones when I was little.” she continued, smiling at the memory. “When I was 11 I broke my ankle playing at the park. There was this little girl who was pretending to be a ballerina, twirling around in the playground. I had been taking dance lessons since I was 8 and I really loved it, so I joined her and we pretended to be on a big stage with props and all. Anyways,” she laughed. “There was this wooden castle with swings and a slide which was a perfect setting. Little did we know that it was actually under maintenance, with chains and stops signs that we failed to acknowledge, too occupied with our ballet. Moral of the story we both fell into a hole, seven meters from the ground. I think she broke an arm.”

Jungkook let out an audible gasp, making her look up from her dinner. “When was this?” he whispered.

“I told you, I was 11. Why?” she furrowed her brows. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Was she your age? The other girl, I mean.”

Y/N shook her head. “She was definitely younger, maybe 6 or 7. Are you ok?” she was starting to get worried, he looked a little pale.

“Do you remember what she was wearing?” he mumbled, looking at her with his eyes big as saucers.

Y/N suddenly giggled because, as strange as it might have been, she actually did. “Of course, she had a very sparkling purple tutu. It was one of the reasons she caught my attention.”

Jungkook gulped. “I think that was my sister.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? Really? That’s so cool! Do you think she’d remember me?”

“She died.” he replied almost automatically, making Y/N’s smile drop. “Five years ago.”

“I’m so sorry.” she whispered, her heart aching for him. “It must have been very hard for you and your parents.”

“They’re dead too. A car accident when I was 19.” Jungkook revealed.

Y/N didn’t know what to say, completely taken aback. She never expected a news like this. “Shit, Jungkook.”

The boy looked up at her, getting back to reality. He grimaced, seemingly embarrassed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to drop it on you like that.”

“You don’t have to be.” she tried to reassure him. “It’s my fault, I guess.”

“It is a weird coincidence, though.” he said in an afterthought. “That you and my sister met all those years ago. What are the chances?”

“Yeah.” she smiled slightly. “Might be destiny.”

2019

It hadn’t been easy for Y/N to make Jungkook open up to her. It didn’t take her long to realize that he had a lot of baggage, a lot of heavy ones, and she had to admit it did scare her. The two of them were polar opposites. Where he was reserved she was outspoken, where he was cautious she was impulsive. His life had been a continuous challenge, whereas hers was nothing but perfect.

The first time he really opened up to her, Y/N’s automatic response was crying. She had tried not to because she wanted to show him strength, but she couldn’t help it. Jungkook had sadly dried her tears as he told her about how difficult the last years had been, as he explained the meaning behind his semicolon tattoo and how many times he had struggled to maintain his own promise. He had given her an exit, telling her that he understood if she didn’t want to deal with his troubles. It was only for a brief moment, but Y/N had to admit that a part of her wanted to take that offer. Yet, she didn’t. She was already too much into him to let him go.

The first few months she was the one who took the lead in their relationship. She didn’t mind, she understood why he was so wary. He had told her about his ex partners, about how his past had played a great part in their breakups. Yet, Y/N showed to be very different from the very beginning. She never pressured him, showing him patience and adapting to his own pace, and he never failed to show her how grateful he was for it.

Y/N made Jungkook laugh, she had the weird ability to take away his worries. He felt carefree around her, light and cheerful. He soon realized that he craved for her presence. She was like the sun.

They got adventurous together. Every other week they would hop on Jungkook’s motorbike and ride across the country to go on hikes or picnics, to visit new cities and discover new places. She tried bungee jumping and hang gliding for the first time and he took her skydiving with him once again. Y/N had never felt more alive and, to her ignorance, Jungkook felt exactly the same. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so happy, really happy, like the way he felt when he was with her. He stopped having nightmares, stopped seeing everything in grey, stopped pretending his smile in front of others. And his change didn’t went unnoticed.

Four months into dating Jungkook introduced Y/N to his aunt, Ahreum, his only living family. Y/N loved her, she was witty and intelligent and obviously cared for her nephew very much. The woman told her that she was the first one he ever brought for her to meet and that it probably meant that she was very special. She told her she was very thankful because Jungkook finally looked like the beautiful boy she once remembered, the one he was before he had lost everything. Y/N felt really emotional at her words, a little bit pressured but also very honored.

The first time Y/N realized she was in love with him was when he told her he wanted to try the wingsuit. He had explained it to her excitedly, showing her pictures and videos on his phone, telling her that it was even better than skydiving, that it really was like flying. She wanted to be as thrilled as he was, show him her support, yet all Y/N could think about was how scary it looked. It was fascinating, yes, but it was undoubtedly very dangerous. The moment she felt real fear for his life, fear of losing him, was the moment she knew she had fallen in love with him. She had blurted the three words out, just like her style, the very moment she realized her feelings, interrupting Jungkook’s rumbling. His ears turned bright red, a big smile opening on his face, but he didn’t say it back. Instead, he made love to her until she fell asleep in his arms.

Jungkook openly reciprocated her feelings only months later, when Y/N had finally given up on hearing the words out loud. She compensated by telling him ‘I love you’ every chance she got.

Almost a year into their relationship, on his dead sister’s birthday, Jungkook confessed his last secret: the letters. He had kept the wooden box to himself, never quite ready to reveal this side of him, to show her tangible proof of the dark moments he had lived. They had read them together, snuggled in his bed and sipping on some red wine. They had laughed realizing how many times their lives had crossed over the years, she cried going through Jungkook’s tear stained writing with a finger.

That same day, on Haneul’s 20th birthday, Jungkook asked Y/N to accompany him to the cemetery.

Standing in front of the two gravestones, hand in hand, Y/N saw the man crying for the very first time.

“I’m in love with you.” he sobbed making her heart skip a beat. “You took away my fear. I’ve been scared for years, Y/N. Since my parents died, since I lost my sister. I was scared of life, all this time I was scared of living.” he confessed, looking down on their intertwined fingers. Y/N felt her eyes water, aching for his words. “You brought back the light into my life. And I know it isn’t easy being with me, I know I’ve been a burden and that I still am. I am.” he insisted as Y/N started shaking her head. “I know I still have a lot of work to do and I’m not sure it does ever really end. But I wanted to tell you how grateful I am to have met you and that I sincerely believe our lives were meant to cross each other. I’m sorry for taking too long to say it back, but I really, really, love you Y/N. I really do.”

2022

Y/N walked carefully through the pathways. Despite all the years, she still couldn’t remember the way and she didn’t want to get lost in a cemetery. She had brought with her three simple bouquets and a book. Her book.

Jungkook was waiting for her at his family’s gravestones. It was his sister’s birthday and just like every year he had gotten ahead to have a little alone time with her. He had made it a tradition, he had stopped writing her letters and had started visiting her tomb instead. He still didn’t like speaking to her out loud, he still found it uncomfortable, but he liked making great conversations with her inside his head. He would tell her trivial things, like how his day went or his plans for the future. Most times he would tell her he missed her.

He turned around, hearing someone approaching and smiled at the sight of his fiance. He reached out a hand that Y/N took readily. “Hey, you.”

The woman gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Hey you, too.”

“Is that it?” he asked with a smile, eyeing the book she was holding.

Y/N nodded, setting the flowers down on the stones. “It is. Fresh off the press. I wanted you to have the first copy, it’s your story after all.”

Jungkook looked down at the volume now in his hands. He still remembered clearly the day Y/N had tentatively shared her idea of writing a book about him. It was shortly after he had decided to quit his job at the skydiving center. He had gotten into an almost fatal accident with the wingsuit, his emergency parachute opening just in time for him to end up with both arms broken and not splattered against the face of a mountain. Y/N had threatened, dead serious, to leave him if he ever gave her another scare like that, saying that she had enough of praying that he would land safely in once piece everytime he wore his suit. As it turned out, Jungkook had grown tired of it too. By the time he was discharged from the hospital, with months of physical therapy ahead of him, he had made up his mind: the adrenalin of jumping from a cliff wasn’t worth the risk of living a life without Y/N. He still skydived, from time to time of course, but not as frequently as before. He realized that he finally cared about his life again.

Sharing this realization with Y/N one night, the woman found the courage to talk about the little project she had in mind, one that she had been scared to voice out loud in fear of his reaction. She wanted to write a book, a biography of Jungkook’s life. The journalist in her couldn’t help but acknowledge the fact that this was indeed a great story to be told. A story of loss and rebirth.

Some time after they started dating, Y/N convinced Jungkook to give therapy another chance, this time really believing in its purpose and really willing to open up. The process had been long and definitely not easy, he had to go through a lot of ups and downs, until one day he realized all of his anger towards those who had left him and toward those who had taken them away from him had dissipated.

As Y/N feared, Jungkook hated the idea of the novel at first. They fought, harder than they ever did. He got really angry, accusing her of wanting to make an income out of his suffering. She had tried to explain that she never meant to mention his name nor any of those of his family, that she wanted to use fictional characters, but Jungkook didn’t want to hear any of it. They didn’t speak for weeks, Y/N even sleeping at Yoongi’s apartment to avoid the heavy atmosphere. She really thought she had ruined everything, worrying that he would go back to those dark places because of her.

To her surprise, it was Ahreum who came to her help. Jungkook had told her about the reason why the two of them where on the verge of breaking up and the old woman had voiced her disapproval. She actually liked the idea of their story being told, she thought that if anything it gave meaning to all of their pain. Besides, she thought it could help others going through the same things he had gone through.

His internal conflict wasn’t easy to get over to, but at the end, thinking about how he had struggled alone all those years, how he thought no one could understand him, how he had wished he had someone to rely to, Jungkook finally changed his mind. And one night he showed up at Yoongi’s apartment, looking for his girlfriend, his wooden box of memories under one arm.

More than a year had passed since then and both Y/N and Jungkook looked forward to the book’s publishing. They had chosen a simple yet significant tile for it: ‘Someone’.

“Can you believe it’s finally done?” Y/N asked him.

“You’ve done a very good job.” Jungkook said kissing the crown of her head.

“You too, my brave, brave man.”

Jungkook smiled at the nickname, one that Y/N loved to use but that he never felt his. She never failed to see the better in him, she never failed to remind him that he was enough and even more. She saved his life, he had told her as much just the night before, kneeling on one knee with a diamond ring in his hands.

“You really are my ‘someone’, do you know that?”

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