As soon as the note comes to me at a distance close enough for my hands to grasp it, I take the chance and extend my arm forward but when I get a hold of it, my forelimb swings back with a crash on the wall.
"Ouwh, damn these chains" I wince because of the sudden hit but either way, I got what I needed so I should get reading before jungkook comes here.
Leaning a bit to the side for moonlight to enter so I won't have to squint and stress my eyes, I slowly unfold the note passed by namjoon.
The paper is crisp and clean, not a mark on its almost sparkling surface. Brand new and sharp edges glisten in the dim light and my heart starts beating faster for some reason.
Let's just get reading.
"Your parents didn't just die y/n, they were killed"
My body freezes as I read the line over and over again. I read until I am almost cross-eyed and the words merge into nonsense.
What am I supposed to understand from this? How come you even know my parents?
Flipping the paper to the other side to search for more clues, I see a name written on it in the tiniest handwriting possible, it reads
"Kang jinwoo"
No, a lie. It's a lie.
But if it's a lie then why are you understanding it y/n? Didn't you always know about this even though you tried to cover it up by saying it was just your mind weaving false stories?
The voice in my head starts whispering again but this time, its tone is stern.
I'm starting to go fucking insane. Fuck you namjoon, my apa died in a tragic car accident and mister kang saved me. He was there for me when no one else was and I'll always be grateful to him with my whole heart.
But even so, my chest feels heavy. I face the wall, my face creases and I close my fists so tight, crumbling the paper in between my fingers, I can feel the sweat trapped inside them.
I want to go home, I have questions to ask my dad. I always ran away from what my heart was pointing at because where is the proof? Where are the keys that hint about the murderer of my father?
You aren't helping me at all tall dude, just making me even more confused and helpless. I met you 10 minutes ago and you're expecting me to believe what you are saying and that too something which is written on a piece of paper.
"I won't believe this shit" I shout, throwing the crushed note away to the corner before rising on my feet unsteadily only to slump back down on the wooden plank. Why is this night going so slowly?
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ulling my bruised knees closer to my chest, I let all the negative emotions fill me up, the fake hope I was giving myself till now comes down tumbling. Everything I had predicted is coming true, turning 18 was the biggest mistake I ever did.
"It wasn't a mistake, it just had to be, your apa knew"
"Can you shut up for once?" I mutter, running my fingers through my tangled hair. Why does this stupid voice always have to speak during the darkest times?
My tears mingle with the almost dried rainwater and my gasping wails echoe around the gravestones.
The pain that was flowing from me right now was as palpable as the frigid fall wind.
However, the sad thing was that no one could comfort me.
I'm so exhausted please just tell me what is going on.
Sharp pain lances through my head and colorful spots flash right in front of my eyes, it feels like my whole body has been beaten, every movement causing some muscle or bone to ache.
"Jungkook..." I whimper.
Why am I calling his name? This it it, I need to get into a mental asylum now.
Wait...jungkook yeah he knows. He knew my real name without me telling him and he also looked as if he was hiding something when I mentioned my real dad, yes he is my last hope.
But what if he lies to me as well...like everyone has till now. I wish my brain would function properly and tell me more about my past dang it.
As I start sinking deeper into my thoughts, I get taken aback by some loud foosteps, whoever was coming up the passageway seemed to be either large and heavily armed or a gang leader who considers themselves untouchable, okay I guess I know who it is now.
Before I get to even think about how I'm going to react, the rusty gate creaks open irritatingly before slamming close.
Satan's name and devil's spot, he is here.
I need to try and be as calm as possible with jungkook, win his trust so he can tell everything he knows about me. After that, I'll find a way to escape and go back home for asking questions to mister kang about the night my apa died.
Wiping my tears away, I gradually lift my gaze forward to see the young man walking towards me while fixing his jacket along with two bags in his hands, he wasn't looking at me but instead trying to fix his bangs which gives me the golden opportunity to put my feet which were curled up down, sitting in a proper posture.
I clear my throat and start fiddling with my fingers as he approaches closer.
Why do I feel so awkward around him all of a sudden.
Noticing me looking uneasy, jungkook chuckles darkly before bending his knees to meet my level while his hands drop the plastic bags on the wooden plank.
"Did you cry?" He asks, putting his hand inside his pocket to pull out some keys.
Rubbing my eyes aggressively, I crinkle my nose whose tip I bet was still red which hinted that I had been crying.
"No"
"Then look at me"
Biting my lower lip in nervousness not really required, I meet his eyes just like he told me to.
I get a a little surprised at his expression though, I don't know why I was expecting a cocky smirk but he instead was looking worried.
I'm not sure about why he was worried but he did look like it.
"Are you having a fever?" He tilts his head before resting his palm on my temple to measure my temperature.
Oh god there goes my breath floating into the air like midnight smoke.
Feeling as if every fiber of my being is vibrating with anticipation, adrenaline starts to course through my veins once again but I quickly come back into my senses.
How come I'm the same person who was crying a few seconds back, feeling as if every muscle is starting to weaken and all my bruises getting back to it's raw state but as soon as jungkook appears, I act like a totally different girl, every little thing which was making me afraid suddenly turns into a tiny speck of dust and gets lost in the infinite space.
Oh no, I'm turning into an average moody teenager but I need to comeback at jeon for now.
"It's because you have locked me up in such a hollow room where wind is blowing super heavily and on top of that, I'm still wet from the rain" I reply with an unintentional sneeze following.
"Thank god, I thought you got sick when you didn't shout after seeing me enter but you're back, choi y/n" he says in a mocking tone as he scoots down to hold my hand for inserting the keys inside the handcuffs.
"Jungkook can I please not stay here? I promise to not be a nuisance but just keep me anywhere instead of here. This room is so scary" I whine and stomp my feet on the bare ground.
"You're so noisy"
"Oh yeah? You should try getting locked in one of these chambers then you'll know how it feels"
"I got locked for three days without food when I was nine" he giggles before a click sound from the hand cuffs come.
Nine? At such a young age? Wow he can't even differentiate between dreams and reality.
"Anyways I bought you food and the moisturiser along with some disinfectant for your tattoo. I told hyerin to make the maids bring you some of her clothes which will come later"
"I'm not wearing her clothes" I mutter and rub my wrists against each other, they had become red already and were starting to sting.
"So you want to wear the same clothes while sleeping?"
"I won't wear your wife or whatever's hand me downs, I said what I said. Jimin was telling me that he will give me hi-"
Jungkook suddenly jolts upwards, grabbing the edge of my skirt along with the weak plank on which I was sitting as he glares at me with his eyebrow piercing gently touching my forehead, our breaths mingle with each other and that move itself makes me freeze.
I start feeling a lump down my throat at the closeness between us.
A heavy silence settles over, thicker than the uneasy tension in the atmosphere but I try breaking it out by speaking first.
"C-Can I take a shower?"
Why did I stutter damn it.
"Do not ever talk about jimin when I'm in front of you or I'll make you stay chained forever and that too not in here but in my bedroom where I do unholy things which you don't even want to think about" he whispers in a mellifluous voice, overflowing with honey.
It's my first time hearing him speak this way but oh god the words are just so...pointless.
"Give me your clothes then" I push him away by his chest, making him and his dirty thoughts back off from the pure, virgin me.
"So like you're gonna stay in my shirt and an underwear? In front of so many hitmen?" Jungkook bites the edge of a smile, getting a funny idea in his head, a vain attempt to keep his creeping grin at bay. The intention behind his perking lips wasn't something that could easily be ensured. It was rather better to be insured and hoped for the best.
"You know there are things such as boxers..." my voice slowly fades away as realization of needing innerwear after a shower strikes me.
"Such as what?"
"Okay we have a problem" I say, pinching my nose bridge between my index and thumb with a little shake of my head.
How will I tell this to him?
"I'll solve it within thirty seconds" he chuckles, not understanding the seriousness of this situation.
I could feel the heat growing in my cheeks. By now they must be beyond an attractive rosiness. They must be marking me out as a social incompetent too.
"A bra and an underwear is a necessity so if hyerin has any spare ones...?" Oh god, awkward-est situation I've ever been in.
Jungkook's mischievous grin fades away from his face as he looks down at my chest, his eyelids a fraction too slow to blink, his irises too stationary.
It was as if his brain was suffering a massive short circuit and was struggling to compute.
Glancing around without a fixed spot to look at, I let out a forced cough before covering my front body with my arms protectively.
"What are you looking at pervert?" I shout and flick his forehead.
He bites the corner of his lower lip, exposing his little freckle as he grabs my wrist with one of his hands while the other pulls me towards him by my waist.
"You said you wanted a shower right? What about getting in it with me?"
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