Y/N's POV:

I heard the front door open and being locked.

I swallowed hard, not moving from my spot on the couch in front of the T.V.
A football game was on and even though I knew nothing of what was going on during it, I continued to watch and study it. It had been playing for about an hour now, and I still had yet to move.

Footsteps could be heard coming towards the living room.

I still didn't move.

I didn't know how to face Jungkook right now, after all my crying and pathetic actions he had witnessed.
I mean, he figured out that I was in love with Namjoon.

How embarrassing!

As if I didn't already have enough to regret.

I didn't turn, just reached out and grabbed my half empty beer bottle off the coffee table. I took a drink.
With me sitting on one side of the couch with my legs curled up beside me, Jungkook's large frame came and sat on the other end.

Silence fell on us as I tried to focus on the game again.
His presence made that impossible.
I couldn't help but to notice him.

He was so powerful, even with him just sitting there.
His body took up a lot of space and my feet were almost touching his hips.
Never had I been so amazed by the sheer size of a man.

"How's the game been?"
his deep, scruffy voice broke the silence. I still didn't look at him.

"Good. Miami is up by seven points against GreenBay."

"Nice. Who are you rooting for?"

"No one, really."

I took another drink and sighed.

"Then why are you watching it?"

he asked, curious.
I shrugged.

"My mom used to like watching it."

He didn't say anything right away.
I could see him focus on the T.V. for a moment, before his voice boomed again next to me.

"What down is it?"

I sniffed and slowly shrugged.

"No clue. I just know they just got to the line with a 40 on it."

I could see him look at me after my comment.

"Miami on offense or defense?"

he asked as if he knew I wouldn't know the answer.

"I have no idea."

"Do you even understand football?"

he finally asked. I sighed and finally let my eyes roam over to him.

He looked tired; worn.

His tie was loosened, his jacket had been taken off.
Yet, I could see a small hint of curiosity in his eyes towards me.

"Not at all."

A crack of a smile played on his lips and I was taken aback. It was a glimpse of a real smile.
Not some grin, or smirk, or even a front.

A real small smile.

"You're mom likes to watch, yet she hasn't explained it to you?"
he asked.

"My mom is dead."
I told him bluntly.

I wished I could lessen the blow of how I said it, but honestly, I was tired of beating around the bush about the truth.
It has made me nothing but broken. As sudden as his smile had come, it faded into a frown. His expression was almost neutral.

"Sorry."

I shrugged again, still feeling a bit numb from the few beers that I had earlier.

"It's whatever."

We both looked back to the T.V. in silence.
I was surprised that even though I waited for him to say more, it wasn't a horrible silence between us.
It was more of an understanding, of a way of gathering thoughts.

We both needed it.

I watched a play happen on the game and saw the ball getting caught by the opposite team.

"Oh no!" I gasped lightly.

"What's that!?" I asked.

"That's called an interception."

"Is that legal!?"

I questioned, now slowly starting to root for the Miami team because I liked their colors better than the forest green of the other team.

He let out a small chuckle.

"Yes. That's legal"

"Damn."

I cursed and took another drink of my beer.
Oh man... should I ask if he wanted a beer? I mean, this was his house, but he had worked all day long.
Should I offer to get him one? My eyes shifted and peeked at him.

To my surprise, his own striking brown eyes were focused on something other than the game.

Me.

"What?"

I asked softly, feeling a bit strange.

"This isn't easy for me, Y/N."

he started out with. I gave him my full attention.

Oh no. Now the serious talk was about to begin...

"But, I'm sorry for everything. You being stuck with me here, to me being a complete ass and not warning you about me coming and being the cause for you to lose your job. And for being such a burden-"

I held up a hand to cut him off.

"True, you should have warned me about coming to face Namjoon, although I don't think I could have ever been ready for that, even with fair warning. And just because I am having a hard time right now, and it is less than ideal being married to you and all, that in no way means you're a burden."

I leveled with his gaze.

"You aren't a bad guy, Jungkook. Remember that."

He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"You don't find me to be a complete asshole?"

I gave him a small smile at his strange question.

"Only some of the time." I joked.

Seeing my smile and my light joking tone, he caught on and I got a glimpse of that genuine smile again.
I found myself studying it and tucking it away for later.
His eyes seemed to brighten, and his face more handsome than before.

Although his scruffy beard needed to go.
I could tell it was well kept and neat, but it didn't suit him. It only made him look more scary, stand off like.

"That's a relief."

I took in a deep breath, glad that the air around us seemed a bit lighter.

"Hungry?" I asked.
His expression showed he was dreading his own answer.

"Possibly."

I threw my legs off the couch and stood to my feet, stretching.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Where did you want to go then?"
he asked, sourly actually.

I raised a brow and I wish I could say I looked down at his sitting form, but even in a seated position, he was practically eye level with me.

"No where. I ordered pizza. Unless you have something against the cheesy goodness of it."

I still watched in fascination as relief washed over his face and even his body. He seemed to relax against the seat again.

"No, pizza sounds great."

I nodded and walked past him, my leg slightly brushing against his. I ignored it.

"Pizza and beer it is."

It only took me a few minutes to warm up a few slices of cheese pizza and to grab him a cold beer from the fridge.
I felt relief in the fact that I had stopped at the store earlier today and grabbed more as I bought food. I quickly made my way back into the dim living room where Jungkook's large body was still sitting and watching the game.

This man was something else.

I stood beside him and handed him the plate and beer.

"Thanks, Y/N."

"Lee. Just call me Bee or Lee."

He nodded and I walked past him again, this time avoiding the touching of limbs. I climbed back onto my side of the couch and wrapped my arms around my knees against my chest.

"Got any plans for tomorrow?" he asked after a few bites of his pizza.

I shook my head as the game went to a commercial.

"Just job hunting. Not sure I'll have much luck knowing that I got fired from a major company."

Jungkook nodded and took a drink of his beer.

"You want to continue to do secretary work?"

"I don't know what else to do, I mean, it's all I know and I'm really good at it."
I frowned.

"There's nothing you have dreamed of doing?"

His question came out strange. I found it confusing and personal. More a question a friend would ask rather
than a stranger.
It caught me off guard, yet I was a bit... relieved to say something.

The picture of myself when I was younger in lab coat filled my mind.

"Maybe... but that's a impossible dream. I have too much on my plate. I need to find a job and pay off this debt."

"Even if it is impossible... what dream is that?"

Would he laugh? Would he think I'm crazy? I mean, I've only ever worked behind a desk scheduling appointments with my boss that I fell in love with. I think my resume spoke volumes.

"As stupid as it sounds, I've always wanted to be a doctor."

He stopped and sat down his plate.

Oh damn, here it was.

He was going to tell me how impossible it was, how immature it was to think of doing such a thing at this point in my life.

"That's not stupid, Bee. Not even in the slightest."

What!?

Was this man sane?

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
I faced him and saw his expression was completely serious. Hope rose inside of me, but then the doubt squashed it.

"No, it is. I can't afford to go back to school. But let's change the subject, huh?" I smiled softly.

"What if I give you a job?"

The sudden words made me frown.

"What?"

"What if I gave you a job at my company. You technically are my wife."

I waved my hand.

"No, I won't make you do something like that. I need to earn my keep."

He huffed.

"Seriously, stop being stubborn. I caused you to lose your job, and Jimin could use some help."

I scratched my head.

"So, your assistant, needs an assistant?"

I questioned at the craziness of it. It would be nice to have the income to fall back on, but I couldn't possibly just take advantage-

"Yes. With everything going on right now, Jimin has had a lot more on his plate than he likes. The extra help,especially your skills, would be a big help to him and he would appreciate it. Pay is competitive, and full health care benefits."

This sounded too good to be true.

"You won't take no as an answer, will you?"

I huffed myself, tired of fighting and trying to stay strong. I was weary and exhausted.

"I won't push you to do it, Lee. Although it would be stupid to turn it down."

He grinned, knowing he made his point. I sighed and rubbed my eyes.

"Fine."

"One more thing."

he mentioned. I dreaded hearing the next thing.

"And that would be?"

He pointed to the game.

"Want me to teach you about football?"

With everything that just troubled me, I relaxed and smiled softly at him.
I had a feeling deep down, that maybe we could actually become friends. Silly thought, I know, but it was possible.

"I'd love that."

Just friends though. Just friends.

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