Erroneous [Vminkook]

20: Refuse of Touch

Once again is Jungkook back here slowly regaining consciousness. His body feeling heavy as if he's been hit by a fucking train. However, he's not in pain, maybe his slightly healed arm stings a little but he feels okay enough.

Well..... He feels himself breathing so that's something.

There's something about the way this bed he's laying on that makes him want to just stay on this light space for a while, away from the conflicts going on in the world. However, Jungkook has been over this already, as much as it feels nice here, he has to wake up.

Gem, all for his little gem.

So with that little boast of motivation, he peels his eyes open. The first things he sees is the small blurred golden chandelier hanging up on the ceiling with the caressing scent of a familiar colonge lingering the air

Wait, Jungkook wasn't in the room he was assigned in.

"You're awake."

Jungkook blinks his focus beside him aside from his blurred thoughts, where he sees Karma with his mask sitting at the end of the bed. The second they make eye contact, they didn't say anything for a long moment.

So many odd emotions transmits between them, and it only made Jungkook feel even more comfortable with every second that passed.

Did something happen?

Why is Karma so tense?

Was it about what happened at the club?

So Jungkook slowly sits up, accepting the pounding headache in his head. When he was about to reach for head to rub it with his hand, hard cuffs held his wrists back.

Slowly realizing wrists cuffs to both legs of the bed.

He groans in irritation.

The fuck did he do now?!

Jungkook shoots his gaze to Karma in annoyance, "What is this? I haven't done shit to get your little punishment-"

"It's not a punishment," Karma cuts in calmly, slowly getting to his feet, "It's for precaution."

Precaution?

Why precaution? He hasn't done shit to them in order to be fucking restrained.

The thought only ponders Jungkook's mind and as on queue the door suddenly opens, revealing Jimin carrying a tray with a tea cup and a cookie. However the second he sees that Jungkook is awake, he yelps and the tray slips past his hands and falls to a mess on the floor.

The fuck just happened....

Startled? Why is he startled?

Karma sighs heavy as Jimin goes to clean it up but he's dragged to stand beside him by the collar of his silk shirt instead, "We found you in the middle of an alleyway, passed out," Karma pauses and nervously licks his lips from under the mask, "With a dead body and blood on you."

Passed out?

A b-body?

What the fuck?

Jungkook's steady breathes stopped passing through his parted lips, vivid memories rumbling through his mind in rushing whirls about last night, the horrid reality settling in his chest. He finds himself squeezing his eyes shut, head dropping in slight shame.

No, not for what he did, but for being caught.

Too damn careless when he's under the influence, something Yoongi-