“Just go to bed, Y/n,” he muttered tiredly as he brushed by her. Y/n watched his broad back as he retreated. He turned a corner and she heard a door slamming in the distance as he shut himself into his study.

Y/n stood there for the longest time, valiantly fighting back her tears of frustration. She did not know this bruised, battered, and embittered man as the Jungkook she had adored and worked, loved him, but there was still something so compelling about him. He reminded her of a badly wounded lion, confused and exhausted but unable to stop fighting.