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His smile soft and warm. he turned to place the tray on the table behind him before turning back towards you, His feet walking him nearer to your figure.
Jungkook stood right in front of you, not saying anything. His eyes devouring you as if you were food.
Your eyes were focused on the floor. Your feet shuffling in ridged movements.
" your foods on that tray, want to eat with me?"
He suddenly asked, walking back to the table which had a plate on it and the tray he was holding.
You nodded, words not arising from your throat.
You stumbled over to the table and sat in front of the tray. It had a large glass of milk, cutlery and a plate of food. You didn't know what. But it looked good.
Jungkook had already taken his first bite, pushing his second in his mouth.
Slowly you picked up the knife and fork, piercing the fork into the meat, slowly carving your knife into it.
You brought the small piece of meat to your mouth before slowly chewing it.
" what exactly did taeyong do to you.?" Jungkook asked out of the blue, his left cheek filled with food.
You swallowed the piece of food in your mouth, along with the guilt.
" I found a box.... taeyong told me to put it back and to put my hands up, he then shot my hand."
You honestly spoke, looking at the bandage carefully wrapped around your wound.
" he took me to a room, dragging me by my wound. "
You stopped and winced at the memories from earlier, your hand covering the bandage protectively by instinct
" he shoved me in the room and soon later he shot my thigh."
Your hand running circles along the stitches.
"He then poured vodka over them all. He then decided to use a knife by cutting me in my sc-"
You couldn't finish the sentence, your mind filling with the memories from ages ago.
" he then slapped me with a gun. I fainted and woke up when you came "
You quickly finished and looked at the food in front of you. Slowly pushing the food away. You has lost your appetite.
Jungkook didn't speak either, his fork creating circles on the table.
" I didn't mean for that to happen." He suddenly spoke, his voice quiet and almost sorry.
" then why ask him?" You raised your voice slightly, slamming your cutlery onto the table. Jungkook didn't flinch, his body stiff and tense.
" what did I do to you?! Do I look like a toy to you?! I didn't do anything wrong!! Your just a monster!!" You paused, looking up at him. Refusing to let the tears fall.
" you remind me of my father " Your voice was no longer raised, it was quiet, almost a whisper. You clenched your fists and walked off, leaving jungkook on his own.
• • • A/n- just a quick note.. I won't change POVs unless it's part of the story so don't expect a lot of POV changes.
• • • Jungkook's POV
She walked off, her fists clenched and her feet stamping against the wood that was known as the floor.
**What did she do?!
She kissed me and exposed me to my parents!
They've been asking about it for the whole day!**
He ran his fingers through his soft hair and sighed, his elbows coming into contact with the table.
**I'm like her father?
No wonder we got along. **
He thought as he ran his finger over the scar against his cheek. Without him that day, jungkook would be dead.
Y/n's POV
She stomped to the door, opening it. Her phone still on the floor and the blood covering various parts of the room.
She thought about the box. What could be in there? Doesn't she know everything about them?
Curiosity got the better of her as she tip toed towards the painting, placed at a slight angle.
She slowly lifted it up and placed it on the floor, looking up to see an empty hole.
She should've known better, they wouldn't have left in there if they know her..
She brought the painting back up to the wall and lied down, Remembering that she'll be seeing her father tomorrow.
