J-Hope opened the front door to his apartment, he set her bag by the front door then shut the door behind them. J-Hope looked at her, then cupped her face in his hands kissing her forehead. “I won't hurt you,” he told her lightly, “I'm not a bad guy,” he told her softly as he turned and walked further into the apartment. She followed behind him quietly.

“You have free reign in here, you can change the deco or whatever to however you see fit. I don't care really, just make it look nice not too girly,” he said shrugging as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Do you know how to cook?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she nodded a little, “Really well actually,”

He noted her voice was shaking, he took his bandana off then tossed it on the couch before sliding his shoes off, putting them under the table. He took a seat on the couch, then watched her for a minute, “Thats good,” he said nodding a little. Just like any other person, he enjoyed home cooked meals. He hadn't had one in so long now though that he hadn't realized how much he missed it.

“Do you know how to make bibimbap?” he asked her lightly, it was his favorite meal by far. His mother used to make it a lot, but since they disowned him he hadn't had it. He preferred to eat it in the comfort of his home. It's why he never bothered with restaurant versions of his favorite Korean dish.

She shook her head, “If I have a recipe, I can,” she murmured as she looked at him. J-Hope didn't like how uncomfortable she looked, of course he expected it. Though he expected a lot of things, he just wished she'd relax a little. He'd already assured her he wouldn't lay a hand on her, he wasn't that type of man. J-Hope was a very lax kind of guy, he preferred to just sit around all day – but he had to make some kind of money, so he did small runs for big names, and took a life if he had to. Of course he didn't like it... only a sociopath liked killing people. He had, had his fair share of nightmares in the past few weeks, and he needed something pretty to keep his mind clear.

“Come sit with me,” he said patting the couch next to him, hesitantly – she listened.

He noted she had sat herself on the far end of the couch, which to him this was kind of an advantage. He laid down, placing his head in her lap sighing a little. “I'm really not a bad guy,” he whispered to her as he took her hand in his them put it on his head for her to run her fingers through his hair.

“I just want to be happy,” he whispered quietly.

It had been ages, since he'd admitted that he was human. Admitting that he craved happiness scared him, he'd gotten into a bad place in such a short amount of time that he had no way out. He wasn't a wanted criminal, he always cleaned up after himself. J-Hope deep down, was a simple guy who wanted the basics out of life – love, happiness, success, and family. Every man wanted that, even if it was just to be surrounded by the family that he was born into. With his disowning him, he knew making his own family was a must. Seeing Jaclyn was what opened his eyes, she was gorgeous. A woman his mother would be proud of, and that is what drove him to make her his. Not the idea of his mother approving, but the idea that she could make him happy – once she became more comfortable with him of course.

“Then why not just talk to me?” she whispered softly, her voice was a bit shaky.

“Because you would have ran in the other direction before I could even speak to you,” he told her honestly. Most women avoided him, he had a aura around him that screamed danger. It was a violent red, tainted with the blood of his victims. It wasn't something he bragged about, but she was his now – thats all that mattered.

“Just so you know, if anything happens to me while I'm in my home that screams you killed me – I doubt your family will fair well,” he told her lightly, he wanted her to know he had all the control. The reigns of her life were in his hands. Her fingers combed through his hair, her shaking had stopped. Her breathing seemed to normalized a bit, and he felt as if maybe she was starting to calm down.

“In time, you'll see them again... but briefly....” he told her as he sighed. J-Hope knew he wouldn't be able to keep her away from them forever. Eventually he'd allow her to Skype with them, when he felt more comfortable with allowing her that kind of privilege. He opened his eyes to look at her, and she was looking down at him. Her eyes weren't stained with any emotion, but pity.

How had he not expected that? He had been expecting blinding rage, or sobs of defeat, but she pitied him. Something no one had ever done in their life for him, he didn't deserve it. However, he'd take it – if she pitied him, it was only a matter of time before she loved him. Love came in many shapes, and hers would show through her compassion for a man who had lost himself in a world of violence. Sighing, he looked at her still, trying to figure out what to say to her – how to get the words to leave his mouth without sounding like a moron.

“I'm taking you shopping tomorrow, we'll get you more clothes and uh some other stuff for the apartment,” he told her as he watched her intense blue eyes. It was like the sky as the sun began to set, how the blue seemed to be brighter than anything he'd ever seen before. J-Hope began to wonder if she wore contacts, because the color just looked so unbelievable. He reached up and touched her face, which made her lean back a little so he sat up and leaned closer to her.

“You're beautiful,” he whispered to her as he rested his forehead against hers, “I just.. I just want to be happy,” he repeated.