ʸ0ᵘ ᶜAⁿ'ᵗ ᵉˢ'ᶜᵃPᵉ ᵐ-ᵉ ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒOᵏ
kim taehyung needs to fix the world one person at a time to follow in his father's footsteps.
jeon jungkook needs to survive long enough to change his mind.
ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏ!ᴀᴜ
ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘ!ᴀᴜ
тσρ! тαєнуυηg
вσттσм! נυηgкσσк
mature co...
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lana del rey +++ god knows i tried
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jungkook's POV
the bag of food mr. kim has provided me with is delicious on an empty stomach.
the bagel is cold, but i don't care. the utensils sit unused inside the bag as i dig in with my hands. the cream cheese is delectable, and i'm so excited just thinking about the chocolates and how sweet they'll taste.
after the bagel, i go for my apple first. i wasn't raised to eat dessert mid-meal. the fruit is so shiny and i have big expectations as my teeth crunch into it.
wonderful.
the apple is good. no worms, no poison. i'm starting to feel a bit better about mr. kim and his intentions. it's like a slave contract, the thing going between me and him, but at least i know my half of the contract is respected at least.
i don't even get to finish my apple before the doorknob starts turning.
back so soon?
oh no. nevermind, i take back what i said.
mr. kim is probably here to punish me. to get back at me for acting out on the steps.
ohnononononono-
"jungkook!"
mr. kim barges in, golden knife in hand. i quickly swallow the piece of apple i've been chewing on. his eyes are wild and i don't know what happened between the few minutes he'd left my room and now. but something tells me it wasn't good.
i set my half-eaten apple in the bag as he rushes towards me. i can't flinch. can't try to run. the only thing i can do to avoid being deathly afraid or regret our pact is close my eyes.
so i do.
i hear his sandals stomp up to me. then, his hand under my chin.
"open your eyes."
i do. he looks angry, so angry. his jaw is clenched, veins in his neck bulging slightly. i can't even see his lips--they're pressed together so tightly in a line.
i try my best not to flinch when he brings the knife up to my face. he lightly traces the tip down my jawline, stopping under my chin. i stare at him the entire time, trying to figure out the reason for the behavior change.
