For some reason, I've noticed I'm more relaxed around Jungkook than I was before. I'm still alert, but not as much as when I first got here. I guess it's because I'm not dead yet.
After yesterday when he said I was... pretty, I started to recall what had happened in the kitchen. It was vague, but I got bits and pieces. All I could think was... I really did that? I called the person who kidnapped me, took my blood, almost killed me... pretty?
"Here's something to do," he hands me a rag cutting my thoughts off. "The room over there hasn't been dusted in almost a year," I scoff at him.
"You brought me out here to be a maid?"
"You're the one who's been complaining about having nothing to do, you should be thanking me," the words seem so familiar and I think back to the first day I was here. I couldn't help but bring up a totally different topic. I'm curious.
"Jungkook?" he only hums. "Why did you say that I should be thanking you the first day I got here?" he smiles.
"I got you out of your family," my eyes widen. "If it wasn't obvious before, I know more about your family then you think I do," he explains.
"So you've been watching us?" he shrugs. "Why?" he shrugs again. My mind took me to the worst place. "Did you kill my mom?"
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Blood and Bread (m) | Jungkook ✔
फैनफिक्शन[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...
