Pain was the first thing he felt in his whole body, but the soft mattress beneath was like a painkiller lullaby. Slowly he stirred in his place and seconds later he was fully awake, laying there like statue.
His hands on their own touched his forehead and it was bandaged slightly same goes with his foot.
He recalled his footsteps from last night and then his form going unconscious. Unknowingly he roamed his hands on his clothes as in feeling the texture of it and to his utter horror. These aren't his clothes.
Someone changed his clothes!
Large pool of tears formed in his eyes. He did something to him, his heart almost lurched to his throat.
A soft cry escaped his lips when the door creaked opened. He immediately fisted the sheets on himself completely hiding his form in it along with his face and was now crying hysterically.
It must be him! He thought crying. He took advantage of his unconsciousness and changed his clothes. His heart was falling in the pits of darkness just by thinking of it and fear was crawling on his skin.
Not a single voice was heard for few seconds but soon he felt someone touching his shoulder from above the sheets. The touch wasn't brutal like his but it was rather soft. Nonetheless the boy flinched back in fear. "P-please!" A sob escaped his lips.
The person immediately removed their hand and a elderly voice spoke. "It's alright son"
A sudden relief washed over him, knowing it wasn't that cruel man but someone else and more precisely a woman.
The boy slowly removed the sheets in a way only his face became visible. He was completely covered or more like cocooned in sheets with his face visible looking like a cute child
The woman smiled seeing the adorable boy. "Why are you crying son?" The woman asked softly this time coming closer.
The boy sniffed. "P-please h-help me! He'll kill me! He d-did b-bad with m-me.." he sobbed with quivering lips.
In next second the woman sat beside him holding his shoulders softly. "Who'll kill you? Who did bad to you?" She asked concerned.
"H-he w-who bring m-me here. H-he changed m-my clothes. He d-did..." Tae's sobbing mumbles were interrupted by the woman.
"No son it was me who changed your clothes." The woman mumbled softly.
The boy stilled for a second contemplating everything and a pure relief washed over him. He is safe...for now.
"P-please help m-me escape. H-he killed by auntie, he'll kill m-me to... h-help m-me p-please." He spoke while crying.
"You want to escape?" A deep bone chilling voice spoke from the side where the door is.
It was him!
The boy flinched so hard that his neck started paining. Pure dread creeped in his veins and large pool started pouring out of his eyes. Unintentionally he held the woman's hand as if she will save him.
Jungkook saw the boy holding Aunt's hand in pure terror and Aunt to was looking concerned. With cold green eyes he motioned Aunt to leave and the woman slowly nodded and untangled her hand from the boy's tight grip and she left the room not before closing the door behind her.
He saw the boy was wrapped up in white sheets and only his face was visible. He was sitting inside the sheet castle like the sheets will protect boy from him. And not to mention he was looking so innocent.
He saw the tray of food placed on the bedside table. Slowly moving inside the room he repeats in his cold tone. "You want to escape?"
The boy gulped in fear as he scooted back on the bed, facing the direction from where the voice came from. The boy out of fear started nodding his head in affirmation but mumbled a soft fearful. "N-no..."
He arched his brow in amusement.Tongue saying something else and face saying another story.
"You don't want to escape?" He asked calmly with amusement.
His lips quiver in fear of him but mustering up his courage he mumbled softly. "I w-want to."
Where will you go?" He asked calmly now standing beside the window his posture in a leaning position.
His chin started quivering in realisation. Where will he go? He didn't have any home. But why he has to tell him where will he go. He'll go to any nursery or any old age home or something else but he will not tell him that.
"H-home." He mumbled softly. Jungkook smirked at his answer. "Do you have any?" He asked bit harshly.
His eyes watered at his coldness but he isn't going to back down. "Yes." He replied with small confidence this time.
"Oh, that house of your aunt is already taken by the ones from which she had taken loans and they had already sold it. So there's no home." He stated calmly.
After a long pause and fidgeting with the sheets he spoke. "W-What do you w-want from me?"
Everything!" He stated with hidden meaning behind his words.
His one word scared every cell in his body. "I-I don't h-have anything to g-give." He spoke scared. When no reply came and the deadly silence followed he started again.
"W-why you kidnapped me f-from your o-own mansion?" He asked with lots of courage.
Jungkook was taken aback for a second. He knows him. "Do you know, who am I?" He asked rather coldly.
He nodded in yes but his low growl had his jumping in her place. "Use your words!"
"Y-you're I-IU's e-eldest b-brother." He tremble and stuttered.
How did you know?" He asked bit angrily. Gulping he wanted to reply with 'I can't see but surely I can smell and can remember the things my hands touched.' But he stopped himself from saying anything at all.
"Why d-did you k-killed my aunt and M-mark? W-why you were a-asking m-me about seung hyun?" He spoke this time with little confidence. These questions were eating his conscience. He can't stay quiet for so long.
Jungkook was angry at his interrogations but he controlled himself. Exhaling a deep breath he spoke. "It was seung hyun who hired your aunt and her son Mark to kidnap IU and they did. It was Eunwoo and Jackson who captured you and your aunt from mansion and brought y'all to the rest house where your aunt put all the blame on you for IU's kidnapping but when I captured seung hyun. He told me the truth...." He stared at his pale face and spoke. "THE END!"
The boy was quiet for the longest of the times but then after a long pause he spoke up. "Now you know, I didn't do anything. So let me go!"
The way he spoke, his posture, his confidence. Damn! It just blew him off guard for a second. Where did that innocent, scared little boy went?
Arching his brow he moved closer to the bed but he didn't backed away this time and stayed rooted to his spot. His face showed happiness and relief.
It he thinks he'll be kind and gentleman enough to let him go, just by knowing he's innocent in all this.
So naive of him!
"And why should I let you go?" He asked amusingly his voice deep and powerful. The way he spoke was so chilling that the boy get the undertone of his words.
And just like that fear started creeping in again. "B-because....because.... I-I didn't do anything w-wrong." He stammered feeling his throat dry all of a sudden.
"You wronged me!" He stated as a matter of fact before the boy could open his mouth to speak he continued.
"You are clawing at the gates of my heart like a Vicious Tigress!"