Maybe she didn't need to know. Because if she did, there was no way she would ever look at me the same again.

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Y/N's POV:

I gathered all the bandages and such that I needed to redress his burns. His insurance supplied the things he needed for a bit, but honestly I thought his burns were looking really good. His minor burns didn't need anymore care, but his full thickness ones did.

"Okay, have a seat." I told him as I had everything out on the dining room table we just cleaned. I couldn't help but watch every moment he made as his large arms flexed over his head and down to grab the back of his shirt. His large hands took the material and pulled it up and over his head until he pulled of his entire shirt.

I swallowed hard and tried not to stare.

But it was really hard not to. Oh my... I needed prayer.

Taking a deep breath and steadying myself as I did each time I saw him without a shirt on, he took a seat and waited for me. I put on my best medical face and started with his forearm. Gently I reached down and began to peel back the tape holding the gauze. It's amazing though, as soon as I began to do my task, all else faded and even my nerves did... besides knowing the fact that I was so close to Jungkook and his eyes were focused hard on me.

I felt important doing such a simple task. It reminded me of school years ago.

"You're good at this." Jungkook's deep voice commented sending chills up my spine.

I just stayed focused and finished taking off the bandage. I reached over and took a pair of clean nitrile gloves and put them on. Then I grabbed a clean 4x4 and began to soak it in sterile saline.

"It helps that I've had some training." I told him.

"Training? For what?"

I smiled and began to gently dab and clean his wounded area. He didn't wince anymore, so I took that as a good sign. "I am a licensed EMT."

"Like, an Ambulance driver?" he asked in surprise.

I sighed. "No, not a 'Ambulance driver'. I do drive them, or can anyways, but I'm a Licensed Emergency Medical Technician."

"Impressive." he expressed.

"Then why have you been working as an assistant? If you love the medical field, why not do that instead?"

I knew what he meant. I understood the confusion. I gently began to dry his arm and apply a burn cream they have given us to his arm.

"It doesn't pay nearly enough to work as an EMT as it does a secretary or assistant of a big company."

"Seriously? That's ridiculous."

"You're telling me." I agreed. Once applied I began to redress his arm. I took off my gloves after I put on the new gauze and grabbed the tape.

"You should be able to do what you love to do." His familiar and calming deep voice spoke into my soul. Hadn't I always said the same thing?
Hadn't I always wanted that? Yet, life had been way too cruel.

"I wish I could, Jungkook. I really do."

I finished up his arm and then quickly went to his back before I found myself mesmerized by his vibrant brown eyes. With that conversation started, and myself curious, I then asked my own questions.

"Is owning your own company your dream job?"

"Isn't being your own boss the most ideal job?" he chuckled.

I frowned. That wasn't what I was asking.

"But honestly, it's all I've ever known. Even with the stress of it, I really do like my job and plus, I'm good at it too."

I continued to do the same process to his shoulder blade that I did his arm.

"Yes, you really are."

"Thanks."

"Yup." I almost finished with this one as well, when I caught sight of the scar that rested on his jaw.

"So what happened to you to gain that scar?" I asked,
curious.

His back tensed under my hands and I furrowed my brows.

"That's not important." his voice grew dark and cold.

"Oh. Well, I was just curious, that's all-"

"I don't want to talk about it. Ever. So don't ask again."

He demanded with such a growl that I actually took a step away from him.
The darkness that came from just talking about it was scary and I actually felt hurt by his unwillingness to trust me. I at least thought we were past that point.

Guess I was wrong.

Luckily I had just finished taping up his back, so I didn't have to touch him again. I went over, keeping my distance while I gathered up all the supplies to put them away.
I didn't say another word.

His large frame sagged in defeat and regret.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't mean to snap."

I picked up the stuff and stopped.

"I'm actually more tired than I realized. I'm just going to take a shower and head to bed."

I told him, just wanting to forget the whole thing.

"Y/N-"

"Goodnight, Jungkook."
I cut him off gently and went to do what I said.

It just bothered me too much. If he couldn't trust me, how could I fully trust him?