I had sometimes questioned Jimin, but never if he would become what my father was. Sure, I saw it sometimes, but not strongly to the point it would get so bad. I knew he spent more days in that basement than I ever did, but he kept strong. Didn't he?
I ate my bread piece by piece at a time. Waiting.
I finished it. Why hasn't he come back, yet? It should be breakfast.
I waited. And nothing. Doesn't he need me?
It seems not.
More minutes pass by and just when I thought he wasn't coming, the door opens. I gasp, surprised.
"Here," he gives me a plate and this time there's only half of what he usually gave me.
"I won't survive on this," he pops the cap of the syringe.
"Sure, you can," he smirks. He's clearly hurt by what happened last time, especially talking about the things he talked about.
"You never told me your name," I try to make it less tense in the room.
"Because it means nothing," he finishes and stands up.
"To me it does. You're holding me hostage. I should at least be able to know your name," he hesitates, but simply shakes his head and leaves. "Can I at least have a-!" it closes "-light." I sigh in defeat. Darkness again.
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Blood and Bread (m) | Jungkook ✔
Fanfiction[Completed] +++++++++++++ "Don't! Why do you need it anyway?" he stays silent and doesn't answer. Once the syringe is pulled out of my arm a drop seeps out. He takes his finger and collects the drop. He looks at his finger then smirks at me, while...
