I'm Not Like Them [Jikook]

INLT 5

Jungkook sighs as he finishes up the laundry his boss had given. Just as he was about to finish up, more laundry was dropped on the floor. He looks up, seeing his boss who smirked at him.
"I need you to finish that up, because I'll be having guests over" Jimin says, crossing his arms.
"Got it?" He says as he didn't hear any response.
"Y-yes, sir" Jungkook says as he flinched, and nodded.

Jungkook whimpers as he held onto his sore hand, it was also full of blisters because his boss didn't make him use the washing machine. He hears the laughs, and the full volumed TV. He felt tears form in his eyes as he remembers the things his old master, the touches, the hits, the whips, everything. He looks around, eyes widening as he thought someone is watching him. He then hears thunders, making him squeak and yelp.

He covers his head with the blanket as he looks around. His old master always left him alone in the dark, with nothing to cover his body. He always cried, and cried until his master walks in the room to shut him up. So he covers his mouth, trying not to make any noise as he was scared that his boss will walk in. He squeaks again as another thunder was heard.

He sobs, looking around the room until he heard his door open. His eyes widened, he felt arms wrap around him. He removes the cover on his head, seeing his boss. He still had his cold face but Jungkook could see the concern in his eyes.
"You okay?" Jimin says, voice monotone as he rubs the boy's back. Jungkook sniffles, shaking his head as his body shakes. The older sighs, continuing to rub the boy's back until he fell asleep.