𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 || J.JK

12

Hazel was trembling profusely when she stepped out side  the room, and she quivered more when Jungkook's glazed orbs slyly  greeted her.

Hazel wore a high neck, grey knee length frock, and the smooth fabric concealed half of her arms. Hazel always covered half of her scarred face with her long pitch black locks.

She again dug her long nails inside the palm of her hands, and let the crimson mouth open again as she found it very difficult to leave her room. 

When she reached the stairs, she could see that man clearly, as the door of the dinning table was open, and now she regretted coming out.

Hazel did what she thought was the best because Jungkook's graved eyes were choking her, so she ran away.....back to her room.

What was Jungkook's problem?

Until now she had never uttered a word against anyone so why did he imprison her?

Hazel's twisting thoughts created a devastating mayhem in her damaged mind....she couldn't starve more again, so she again decided to become valiant and leave the room.

To her surprise, Jungkook really did go away for work.

When Hazel reached the kitchen, she stopped. She heard a voice; therefore, craned her neck to catch a glimpse of the owner of the voice. To her surprise again, a beautiful woman, around almost 40's stood, washing the dish. 

That woman now felt edgy as if someone spying on her, so the woman gazed towards the direction where she felt peculiar....there she saw....Hazel.

Hazel was highly abashed, so she entered the kitchen.

" Ah!.....yes, yes, come inside dear, my name is Jia, and I work for sir Jungkook," the lady smiled in love, and moved towards Hazel upon which Hazel hurtled backwards.

"Oh....I apologize......sir Jungkook told me that you have germophobia that is why you don't like it when someone nears you. Sorry dear, I forgot," Jia apologised sincerely.

And Hazel was left speechless.....

She didn't have any kind of germophobia, but Jungkook hid her pained truth by saying she had germophobia....

 He embraced her past.

Hazel was unsure whether to be grateful, or not, but her heart pounded furiously against her chest, a warm feeling which she never felt was born. She slightly smiled.

When Jia saw Hazel smiling, she was relieved.

"Come dear, what will you have for breakfast?" Jia asked Hazel, while she headed towards the  huge, freezing pantry.

"Sir Jungkook told me to give you something light because upon eating too much, you may get ill," these stabbing words dazed Hazel.

'I don't eat that much...' offended thoughts swirled in Hazel's mind.

Jia gave her a glass of orange juice, and started cooking.

Hazel liked Jia, as she didn't stare at Hazel, neither at her face, nor did Jia asked any questions to Hazel regarding her face.

Maybe Hazel could tell Jia something about her.

"F-for how...l-long....ha-have....you...b-been...h-here? Hazel stuttered.

"I've been here for many years," Jia smiled sweetly at Hazel.

Maybe Jia could help Hazel.